Name: Yumi Magato
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Chinese-American
Sexual Preference: Pansexual (Yumi: No. Not frikkin kitchen supplies.)
Appearance: Short, assymetrical multicolored by mostly dyed blond biob that reacher right about to her nape, Steel-colored unnerving and immense gray eyes, short and petite frame that makes her opponents underestimate her, Most olikely to be seen wearing an old black hoodie with teh sleeves rolled up to her elbows, underneath it a white tank top and also wearing ripped jeans rolled up to her knees and wearing converses
Personality: Quiet, short tempered, sarcastic, secretly artsy and kind, puts on a cold facade, emotionally damaged, insecure, appears to be confident but its really not,compulsive liar, dark, awkward, anti-social.
History: Yumi has never been the world's most popular student at Grover field high, rather it be her innate tendency to make things a million times awkward as soon as she opened her mouth, or her immense I.Q. that'd make Einstein look like a baby trying to learn what the word 'Astro-Physics' meant, she had a tendency to be ignored. Due to this treatment, her once joyful and playful self soon became shut out, and a new, more serious and darker version of Yumi came in. She closed ehrself from her friendsx, her family, everyone, and became alone- A former whisp of her playful self. She turned to anythign she could, drugs, sports, music, art, anything was an escape for her...Until the outbreak.
As she sat in the music room of her school, singing her hearts content out, a man had burst into the room, twitching and foaming at the mouth with bloodshot eyes and sickly pale skin. She tried to ask what was wrong, only for him to attack her. She didn't know what to do- She was scared, frightened, trying too defend herself- She didn't mean to-
She had grabbed a flute that she knocked over when he tackled her, and slammed the blunt end of it into the mans herad as hard as she could, and as he was down, she stood up, conntinuing to bash him in the ehad with it until she was sure he was dead. She had kiled someone. When the realization came to her, she up and le;ft the school, crying as she pushed past the walking corpses on the street.
SAhe had learnt of the events happening: Corpses, walking on the street. It was unimaginable. It's beeen 4 years since the outbreak. 4 years since her first kill, and now up to her 100th. Her dark black hair was gone, now replaced with rted, blue, and blond. Her sweet way of dressing was now replaced with a more brazen choice of outfits. She ahd becomed harden in her own. And she was proud of herself for it.
Still in Atlanta, she fends for herself with ehr group, trying desperately to survive.
Crush*: N/A
Others: -Great singer
-Pretty good drawer
-Horrible at Science
-Anti-social
-Has a secret toy bunny she carries around for safety
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