The Walker Herself

Pet Name: Yami
Owner: Faint
Theme / Type: Lanturn Jinx
Gender: Female

MisticPal Name: Hallows
MisticPal Age: 4398 Days

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 1
Hit Points: 40 / 40
Strength: 25
Defense: 0
Speed: 20
Intellect: 20
Misticpower: 36

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: None

Welcome To The Show!

Yami Forever Belongs To Faint. Please Return Her If She Strays.

Boxed Lanturn On October 2, 2012 At 4:41 PM

Poppeted Into a Jinx On October 31st, 2013 At 6:48 AM

Mutiple Personalities You Say?

Name: Yami
Pronunciation: Ya-Me
Full Name: Delilah "Yami" Warren
Age: 18
Birthday: July 11th
Gender: Female
Height: 5'7
Weight: 112 Pounds
Occupation: Circus Tightrope Walker
Hair Color: Black with Orangish-Yellow Bangs
Eye Color: Brown
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Status: Single
Love Interest(s): Slade (One Sided On His Side)

Roleplay: Open/Closed

Art:

Full Body Flats By Me

Personality:

Yami tends to be a loose canon. Even at her base personality, Deliah is harsh, sharp tongued and sassy. This carries through throughout each of her shifts in "person". Despite becoming slightly warmer and friendly when she changes, she can't keep her sarcastic statements at bay. For such a reason, the rest of the troop tend to ignore her. At heart, she's a girl striving for answers. She longs for her family and a cure for her disorder. Her only solution is bottling her emotions, thoughts, wants and desires in the back of her mind. The amount of concentration needed when tightrope walking keeps her alert and on task. As such, her parasol is her favorite item and most trusted companion. Due to her erratic thoughts, her personality shifts at will, randomly and for no rhyme or reason.

As Glory, she tends to be more emotional. She becomes loving and caring, tending to those around her in a tender way. She's patient and pays special attention to others thoughts and needs. This side to her has taken a liking to Slade, and likes to show it with romantic gestures.

As Gretchen, she becomes violent. She throws others props and holds no regard for rules of any kind. When this "side" to her is triggered, it often means a hefty bill is in order to fix the damage. She has a short fuse and often lashes out physically towards other people. She becomes much stronger while in this state.

As Albertine, she becomes lethargic. She coughs loudly and can longer steady herself to walk the rope. She can be found sleeping on the grounds, not making a sound. She often runs a fever and shakes. Albertine can barely hold herself together.

Physical Appearance:

Yami is built very thin. She has long, tiny arms but very chunky, short legs. She's often called "porky" as a result. She has a tiny angular face with a small round nose. Her black hair is poofy and pulled back behind her ears. She dyed the tips orange with yellow steaks to show off her "individuality". Her eyes are orangish-brown in color and have very long lashes.

Attire:

Deliah wears a blackish/gray unitard with a smart skirt of ruffles on it. The top of the unitard has a round of orange frills on the top and bottom, tied in the middle with a yellow bow. Around her torso are two orange belts and one around her waist. Her arms sport two yellow arm bands with black stripes on them. She wears light orange and gray striped tights with yellow top bows and white bottom ones. On her feet she wears black ballet slippers with small yellow tabs on the inside. She carries a light orange and white ruffled parasol with darker orange stripes going across.

Story:

No one knows what it's like to be alone with your thoughts, especially when each thought seems to come from a different person.

Every since I was a little girl, I knew I was different. My parents tried to dodge the subject but I just knew.

My mood swings weren't moods at all, as I soon found out at age five.

Each "mood' corresponded to a different person in my head.

She had her own personality, and greatly differed from that of my own. There were three of them in total.

One of the girls, whom I nicknamed Glory, was the peppy side to myself. Whenever I was feeling glum, she'd reveal herself.

As "Glory" I could see no issue with the world. I was at peace. I had no grip on the universe when i saw through her eyes, I was finally able to play with my toys and pretend like the girl I've wanted to be. I wore an apron, helped mother and even styled my hair. My parents loved her, her enthusiasm warmed their hearts.

They were under the impression that she was my true personality. Mournful, they were unaware that my real self suffered due to their favoring of my calmer and peppier personality.

But I scared them silly when I unleashed "Gretchen". Unlike Glory, Gretchen was a rough and tough little girl. She would push kids on the playground, steal candy and threw things at her parents. She was a wild one for sure.

She was the one my parents feared, for once someone worse than me. And for the first time in my life, I could say I had found happiness, because something else besides my base personality had frightened my uptight folks.

But the last scared them the most, but in a different sense. "Albertine" was her name. She was a sickly girl, often falling over due to weakness in her bones. She was frail and fragile, often gazing into the distance with her sad and broken eyes. She hardly slept or ate, she couldn't with her weak stomach and racing mind.

At that point, my parents had decided I was too much of a handful. They couldn't handle more than one me in my body. They had 'tried", they told my doctor.

When they were told I had mutiple personality disorder they weren't shocked so much as annoyed. They begged me to be a "normal" child.

When I didn't "comply" they took me to the circus. Little did I know that would be the last time I'd ever see them.

They bought me popcorn and pretended I was their star. I enjoyed the acts and actually felt safe with them for once.

However, when the curtains closed, they disappeared. I couldn't find them anywhere. At 7, I started to sob violently for my parents. Each of my personalities missed them so. I thought they loved me..

Shaken and full of despair, a blind boy smiled at me and led me towards the ringleader's tent.

It there I became who I am now, a tightrope walker. If only my parents could see me now, we travel in shows all across the states, I'm quite good at it too.

I enjoy the art of it all.. costume and lights, flashy and a place to show off my talents.. Just can't help sometimes but empty.. like something is missing. Too bad I'll never know what. The girls in my head keep prattling on.. so much so that I can't even think.