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SUSUKI, TSUBAME
佐々木燕16 years ☁ Female ☁ April 5th

POKéMON|| #519 Pidove ★
ABILITY|| Super Luck;
"The Pokémon is so lucky that the critical-hit ratios of its moves are boosted."

Good fortune, more often than not, likes to find itself at Tsubame's feet. Combined with a keen eye (no not the ability Keen Eye), she often is able to spot these fortunes little details that aid her in tasks, both day to day and otherwise. A coin on the ground? A weak spot? All Tsubame has to do is act on what comes next.
ITEM|| N / A

JOLLY; Alert to sounds.
SERIOUS; Likes to fight.

MOVESET||
Wish*
Roost
Quick Attack
Air Cutter
* Wish is an Egg Move from her Togetic father.

// REFERENCE \\

MAHOU \\
WISH|| "I wish I could be someone else. Anybody else."
   Adelaide Zemeckis was at her breaking point; angry, afraid, and desperate—but Kyubey happened to confront her in the midst of running away from home. The Zorua broke down at the sound of his voice, and by the end of their conversation she blurt out her wish. With that, Kyubey swiftly granted it.
   The night after making her wish, she had awoken to find herself in the body of her best friend Tsubame Susuki, an internet friend who lived all the way in Mitakihara, Japan. She now has all of the memories of Tsubame, along with her own. For about a week, Kyubey stuck around to assist Adelaide Tsubame with adopting her new identity. The new Adelaide Zemeckis holds no recollection of making a wish nor of meeting Kyubey in the forest, and her life has continued with that in mind.
SOUL GEM|| Clear; Between Eyes. Though latched onto her mask while transformed, the Gem can be removed at any time.

WEAPONS||

[MAKESHIFT] :: T1

The default form of the Makeshift is a 3'6" bat-like club with black, pointed spikes protruding out of the top in an organized array. From the top, you can see the bat's colors are split into quarters, with alternating red and gold. By itself, it has no special abilities besides being very pointy and dangerous. Tsubame uses the straps on her magical uniform to grip the handle, through magical means.

(1) USE WHAT YOU SEE
Pointing her bat at a Magical's weapon, Makeshift glows, splits open like a flower, then contorts, molding itself into an exact physical replica of the targeted weapon. With that, the Makeshift may use any T0 powers the targeted weapon has: as in, basic weapon abilities not requiring magic. If the targeted weapon's owner somehow gets ahold of Makeshift, they won't be able to use any powers with it—after all, it's still Tsubame's weapon.

The greater the size difference between Makeshift and the targeted weapon, the longer it will take to transform. The shortest time is a few seconds, though a greater size difference can take significantly longer. Tsubame can only keep her weapon shifted for about a minute, counting shift time. After that, Makeshift will mold itself back into its original form, fatigue shortly following. The cooldown is double the time that Makeshift’s ability has been active. After repeated uses, Makeshift will drain Tsubame’s energy until it shifts back to its original form. Overuse of this ability will cause the fatigue to persist, along with severe headaches.

This power can only be used when another Magical and their weapon is in her line of sight. OOC-wise, I will not use this power without the permission of whoever this power affects.

POWERS||
[HEART SWAP] :: T2
Requiring only being in her line of sight, Tsubame can switch the bodies of herself and another person (meaning no ferals, familiars, or Witches!), or the bodies of two other people (within the same guidelines). Those who swap gain all physical traits and the moveset of the other, but retain personality traits and powers (if they are a Magical). Tsubame can only summon her own weapons and use her own powers regardless of whose body she's in, and likewise is true for other Magicals. Something to note is that while other Magicals will also have their Soul Gems swapped while this ability is active, the same cannot be said for normal people...!

The maximum amount of time bodies can stay switched is a couple of minutes. By default, her cooldown is double the length of the total time Heart Swap is active, but for each successive switch the cooldown is doubled, and she can end the power early as well. This power can stack up to 4 consecutive switches, and the duration of time in the switched bodies are reset each time. However, she can only swap in pairs—either only herself and another person, or two other people. Anyone who has been displaced from their body will return to it when her power ends, regardless of distance. Upon returning to her body when the power ends, Tsubame will not only feel numbed to her body, but endure a moderate sense of vertigo that gets more severe the longer she’s been away from her body.

OOC-wise, I will not use this power without the permission of whoever this power affects.[ADAPTATION] :: T1
Tsubame creates a small energy blast by swinging her wing in an arc—as if she were pitching a ball. This energy blast takes on features of the environment she used it in: in forests, it becomes a warm pulse of green energy; in cities and urbanized areas, it becomes a ball of shocking electricity; in snowing areas, it becomes freezing shards. In Mazes, the energy blast only resembles the setting that the Maze was set up in, rather than the Maze itself.
This power can only reach several feet before it dissipates, and the energy blast itself has a radius of a foot. She can only fire one blast at a time. Repeated use of Adaptation causes her used wings to feel more and more fatigued, as if she were flying or carrying a heavy weight. Longer, consecutive use causes Tsubame to feel an oncoming vertigo, disconnecting her mentally from her environment.

PERSONAL \\
PERSONALITY||
Before Adelaide became Tsubame, one could describe her as a go-getter goodie two-shoes, whom dedicated every waking moment to eliminating sadness in the world she lived in. Now that Adelaide has her life, the priorities have changed… but she's willing to parade around pretending it hasn't.

Tsubame puts up a front of a spirited, eager to please person who loves to help people. She takes time out of her day to assist classmates as a tutor and her community by volunteering, all with a big smile on her face. While once she was greatly empathic, being sensitive to and picking up others’ strong feelings, Adelaide’s perspective has instead made her numb to it. Now, strong emotions (both hers and others’) make Tsubame extremely uncomfortable. While she still knows how to comfort and empathize with others, the act of it is something Adelaide isn’t familiar with. This will not stop her from trying to help others regardless of problems, however.

Her sensitivity towards her esteem, however, is a different story: she can't handle criticism, often becoming shattered or mopey whenever it occurs. She does attempt to work on her issues, but takes any small judgement on her character or actions as a great wrong—not from the person giving her the criticism, but of Tsubame herself. A crippling perfectionist, Tsubame only wants to be her best all the time. She studies tirelessly to keep in tiptop shape for her class (even less so now, as Adelaide doesn't like spending a third of her free time studying), and takes on anything she does with the highest vigor with all she can afford to give. This leaves her physically and/or emotionally drained, depending on what she ends up doing. With that in mind, Tsubame (and Adelaide) has an amazing track record of living up to her promises, as long as they're reasonable. She said she'd do something, and wanting to maintain her integrity, she'll do it no matter what it takes.

Another change due to Adelaide is that Tsubame’s infectiously peppy and optimistic personality has been watered down: still an optimist, but rather than believing she’d be able to pass something with flying colors, she instead believes that she'll probably not fail. Either way, it's incredibly easy to get Tsubame excited or in a good mood… and just as easy to get her in a bad one. Due to her investment in all she does, she's easily influenced by words or actions. Mentally she knows she's being led on, but she can't help but think in her heart, what if what this person was saying is true?

Tsubame, as much as she loves other people and their growth, now is a lot more selfish in her ideals by dictionary definition. She worries a lot more about where she'll end up and what other people might do to and for her, rather than worry how others may end up and what she can do for others, like she used to. This was a product of Tsubame’s quick-to-trust nature and Adelaide’s barely-ever-to-trust nature. Tsubame is more wary of people’s intentions, despite her eagerness, and with that has an analytical eye in both the literal and metaphorical sense. She’s quick to make note of her surroundings and of details what others wear or do, in the case it might come in handy. Who knew a healthy dose of suspicion helped people?

Tsubame nor Adelaide have ever been quite confident in themselves. While Tsubame cruised by with an unrealistic optimism and a prayer, Adelaide skimped through by not wanting people to see through her cracks and punching them if they saw otherwise. The combination of their anxiety-reducing skills is, frankly, a gigantic mess. Tsubame has resorted to ignoring her creeping sense of self-doubt and existential horror, as her pep has been reduced and the sole fact that she was a pacifist before becoming a Magical. No more punching people to solve her problems—but Witches and Familiars should suffice, right?

HISTORY||

TRIGGER WARNING: Neglect, parental abuse, substance abuse, transphobia. I've done my best to handle these topics with respect, but do note the following history is unrepentant with the topics listed. Proceed at your own risk.
   Somewhere in Nevada, 16 years ago, a Zoroark woman by the name of Lauren Zemeckis and a Skuntank man of little importance have a one-night stand and never meet again. 9 months later, Lauren has a son, and names him the second thing that comes into her mind: Jacob. After all, naming your child something profane is illegal.

    Jacob doesn't have a good childhood. That much is obvious.

    Lauren is the sort who's only concerned about the #1: herself. Her trailer wasn't decorated with accompanying a child in mind; furniture littered with dirty laundry and lingerie, empty booze bottles on tables and counters. As an infant, Jacob was left to his own devices as his mother went Arceus-knew-where. As soon as he was able to walk and talk, Lauren decided that she didn't need to remain homebound with him. Every other night she stumbled home reeking of alcohol and smoke, either falling asleep after vomiting in the toilet, or getting upset when Jacob was dirty or had gotten into her liquor. Every once in awhile, she would arrive home in a huff and batter anything that got in her way—Jacob included. Very quickly, Jacob would learn to not utter a word and avoid his mother those nights. Or avoid her as much as possible, in fact.

    At home, Jacob was the unwanted rat kept around due to obligation, but school? School was an excuse for Lauren to see him drastically less, but was also Jacob's way out of the choking atmosphere of his home life. Granted, he hated school and he hated his classmates, but it was better than nothing. In a public school with overworked teachers and rowdy children, Jacob was simply another delinquent, not having to worry about consequences. More often than not, he could just goof off in and run out of detention with the other delinquents. Better yet, his mother didn't care that he came home late, on the off chance she was home before him. It wasn't like she answered the school's calls, either.

    Grade-wise, Jacob barely scoots by out of elementary school. Middle school is a beast of its own: more kids, more emotions, more problems. Jacob never concerned himself with the instruction of teachers, only getting caught up with the newer, more personal dramas of sixth grade and up. All of a sudden, kids were punching, kissing, experimenting. The cool kids had to prove they were cool, either through new gadgets, new trends, or new friends.

    While at first he was hesitant, struggling with personal feelings he couldn't sort out, Jacob would become obsessed with the new environment; an environment that gave him heaps more positive reinforcement than his mother ever did. A snide comment on the nerd in the back of the class garnered snickers from his “friends.” When he picked fights, kids cheered him on--and when he won fights, he gained traction and infamy in his grade. Jacob was the big, bad wolf, and he was eager to keep that position for as long as possible.

    So he smuggled some alcohol into school.

    His friends had expressed interest, and Jacob was eager to deliver. The task was easier than he anticipated, simply hiding the two bottles in his torn-up backpack. He pulled out the alcohol during lunch with the intention of sharing it with his friends. The rest of this story requires no further elaboration: Jacob was caught, brought to the principal’s office, threatened with expulsion. They called his mother, whom didn’t pick up.

    This was a common occurrence, to Jacob; his mother wouldn’t give a shit, he’d get detention or in-school suspension or out-of-school suspension, and he’d spend his time harassing the teachers or goofing with his friends. This was so common, in fact, that the counselor found it necessary to investigate his absent mother. The counselor would leave the trailer home later that night calling CPS, on the grounds of neglect and emotional abuse.

    One year later, Jacob had not only been held back a grade, but had been removed from Lauren after her parental rights were terminated. He was placed in foster care after her court cases were said and done, and had watched the entire situation zoom by. He turned 13, he started school again, and could barely comprehend the changes taking place in his life. The foster home he was put in was too noisy, too crowded, too supervised. Sure, his mom was a bitch, but he was doing just well where he was, right?

    His reservations were something he gladly “explained” to the other children in foster care, picking fights with any and all that dared meet his eyes. It didn't matter what for, because at the end of the day, it was all for him: he hated being in this place, with these people, in his skin. Jacob wanted to rip up his name, rip up all that he was, and if he had to substitute it with other kids, so be it—though, it wasn't a sentiment tolerated by the center he was in. While Jacob was punished each time he picked fights, the time taken until the staff put him on time out gradually shortened, until simply him shouting obscenities was enough to put him and a staff member into a shouting match. One particular match escalated enough to where Jacob locked himself in the bathroom without a word. He sat on the closed toilet seat and covered his ears, until the staff member finally decided to worry about the other kids in the room.

      It was there he first met Kyubey.

    While the Sylveon was quick to introduce himself, Jacob merely winced and gave himself some time to process. “Either this is a prank, or I'm finally going psycho.”

    “Quite the contrary,” Kyubey said. “I'm here because I need your help.”

    “Yeah?”

    When Kyubey explained his contract and offered a wish, Jacob paused. Crossed his arms. Pouted.

    "I don't want to take part in this sick joke," Jacob hissed.

    “Very well,” Kyubey simply stated. “Maybe another time, Jacob Zemeckis.” He weaseled his way out of the bathroom door, leaving Jacob on the other side.

    “Fucking assholes.”

    Wallace and Delores Tilton, Gardevoir and Miltank respectfully, were an overeager couple in their mid-30s, and had in their dating days decided to adopt instead of having children. Two years after marriage, they underwent the process (and much later were confirmed) to be admitted to be foster and adoptive parents in the state of Nevada. They got it in their heads that they’d be able to change the life of a troubled child. Jacob thought that was absolutely stupid, but luckily for him, those were the folks that adopted him.

    His new home is a lot nicer than any other place Jacob’s been in, which made him uncomfortable. Wallace and Delores are a lot nicer than any other person he's met, which made him even more uncomfortable. The fact that he'd spend the next 5 foreseeable years in the place made him exceedingly uncomfortable. When he shouted at his new parents, they responded sternly, but calmly. When he came home from school, Wallace immediately offered help (which Jacob initially refused). When he came home from detentions, either of his parents would talk it out with him and watched television. When the summer came up, Delores suggested Jacob join a sport or take up something artistic. He decided to start writing.

    The changes were slow, and Jacob had no clue how to feel. Afraid? Confused? Contented?

    Upon his graduation into 7th grade, his parents decided to give him a laptop to help him with his new hobby of writing. It was then he was thrust into another new environment: the internet. Ultimately left to his own devices, Jacob stumbled from searching for writing sources to blogging sites and roleplay forums. Deciding to joining a roleplay forum of a show, he would find eventually kindle a friendship with a roleplayer his age.

    She called herself “Silkie” on the boards, but after knowing each other for a year, she introduced herself as Tsubame Susuki. “I live in Japan, but I improved my English to roleplay here,” she admited sheepishly.

    The two would spend their nights (well, Jacob's nights) roleplaying and simply talking about their lives. There, he could vent his frustrations and his worries, and Tsubame could listen. She also told him about the LGBT community, and after he found understanding in it, she would vent about her girlfriend problems.

    After some time researching and hearing Tsubame’s experiences, Jacob began to introspect. He was entering freshman year at this point, but had been conflicted about his identity for a long time. He scarcely mentioned it to Tsubame, but over time, became more open and honest about her predicament.

    Was Jacob a girl?

    Tsubame was immediately supportive in whatever Jacob needed help with, trying to transition. She validated her feelings, tried to provide resources, and even helped her find a name. Adelaide.

    Adelaide was ecstatic, and found a hop in her step the next few days with her new name. Sure, she still hated school, but there was still hope for her yet. She didn't feel as lost anymore. In her excitement, she tried to tell her parents about her new feelings.

    They don’t take the news very well.

    Adelaide had never Wallace shout that loudly—not even when he first fought with her. He found her “idea” of being a girl unnatural, disgusting. Was he teaching Adelaide the wrong things? When she tried to find support in her mother, Delores meekly shook her head in disapproval.

    She never felt such rage bubble up in her so quickly. 'They're finally sick of me too, huh?' With a vague sense of deja vu, she slammed shut the door to her bedroom. Only this time, she grabbed her backpack, filled it with snacks, changed her form into a Girafarig classmate, and hopped out her bedroom window, steaming. With the last light of sunrise, she blindly ran into the backyard woods.

    Adelaide may have been a Dark-type, but on that moonless night, she couldn't see anything on the ground. She waved her arms around in the empty night, blinded by tears and rage, stumbling over roots and rocks, bumping into tree bark and boulders...

    She was lost. She was sick and tired of being lost.

    Adelaide threw her tote bag on the ground, and sank to her knees. At this point, it was…

    “Definitely a bother to walk around in a disguise without night vision, huh?”

    She looked up, greeted with a peculiar, yet familiar sight. A stark pink and white in the darkness.

    “You go by Adelaide now, right?” Kyubey flicked his tail. “And you must be out of that other place now, I presume.”

    Adelaide slumped over, dropping her illusion. Her voice was hoarse. “What do you want from me.”

    “You remember our last conversation, don't you? I feel like you'd benefit from my offer, if you're willing to take it this time. You’d make a great magical girl.”

    Hands over her face, she began to sob. “I don’t deserve this... I don’t deserve a wish. I don’t know if you’re real, or if I…?”

    Kyubey trod to Adelaide’s side, looking up with a vacant smile. “I’m not the judge of that. But there’s one way for you to find out that last part.”

    Adelaide uncovered her face.

    “Contract with me!”

    …

    Tsubame wakes up a July morning with a such a great vigor that it catches her off-guard. For a reason she cannot explain, she feels… fulfilled. Perhaps it’s her recent foggy memory playing tricks on her, or perhaps it’s a giddy feeling that persists from last night?

    When she finds the glittering Soul Gem sitting in her wing, that fulfillment quickly shifts into understanding, then dread. Her blood turns cold.

“Good morning, Adelaide Zemeckis,” a cheery voice calls from her windowsill. Kyubey hops down from the window, and onto the foot of her bed. “Or should I say, Susuki Tsubame?”

FAMILY||

Asuka Susuki, Father (45 years) || Blanche Susuki, Mother (46 years)
Tsubasa, Little Brother (14 years)

EXTRA||

Stands at 5'10" / 177.8cm.
Tsubame was Neutral Good, while Adelaide is Chaotic Neutral.
Theme Song: Be Calm - fun.
Tsubame's voice is usually light, airy, and smooth, centered around the soprano/alto range.
Demiromantic asexual.
Ambidextrous, but prefers the left hand wing.
Currently a Second Year in Mitakihara High.
Although Tsubame technically now has the memories of two people's lives, she does not have anything comparable to multiple personalities. Introspectively, she refers to herself as Adelaide, but is for all intents and purposes is Tsubame, and should be referred to as one person.
While Adelaide's only fluent language is English, Tsubame is fluent in Japanese, English, French, and is currently studying Russian.
   > She was born and raised in Mitakihara, and since her parents and neighbors knew English, Tsubame ended up being taught a large amount of the language.
   > though honestly she honed her English due to her roleplay board being in said language.
   > Her mother's family is French, and since they visit often she ended up learning.
   > Russian is one of her classes, since the school wouldn't allow her to take English or French,
   > She's not very good at Russian,
     > she can write with her feet
Tsubame has only been a Magical for three weeks, and has been taking time to adapt to her new situation before doing any big Magical work. Her main goal at the moment has been to not blow her cover of being Not Actually Tsubame™.
Tsubame's family is pretty well off: her mother is businesswoman and her father is a surgeon.
Honestly Tsubame has way too many extracurriculars (gardening club, leadership club, school newspaper, track & field... girl please slow down)

Description

hewwo???? hewwo ???????

SUSUKI, TSUBAME
佐々木燕16 years ☁ Female ☁ April 5th

POKéMON|| #519 Pidove ★
ABILITY|| Super Luck;
"The Pokémon is so lucky that the critical-hit ratios of its moves are boosted."

Good fortune, more often than not, likes to find itself at Tsubame's feet. Combined with a keen eye (no not the ability Keen Eye), she often is able to spot these fortunes little details that aid her in tasks, both day to day and otherwise. A coin on the ground? A weak spot? All Tsubame has to do is act on what comes next.
ITEM|| N / A

JOLLY; Alert to sounds.
SERIOUS; Likes to fight.

MOVESET||
Wish*
Roost
Quick Attack
Air Cutter
* Wish is an Egg Move from her Togetic father.

// REFERENCE \\

MAHOU \\
WISH|| "I wish I could be someone else. Anybody else."
   Adelaide Zemeckis was at her breaking point; angry, afraid, and desperate—but Kyubey happened to confront her in the midst of running away from home. The Zorua broke down at the sound of his voice, and by the end of their conversation she blurt out her wish. With that, Kyubey swiftly granted it.
   The night after making her wish, she had awoken to find herself in the body of her best friend Tsubame Susuki, an internet friend who lived all the way in Mitakihara, Japan. She now has all of the memories of Tsubame, along with her own. For about a week, Kyubey stuck around to assist Adelaide Tsubame with adopting her new identity. The new Adelaide Zemeckis holds no recollection of making a wish nor of meeting Kyubey in the forest, and her life has continued with that in mind.
SOUL GEM|| Clear; Between Eyes. Though latched onto her mask while transformed, the Gem can be removed at any time.

WEAPONS||

[MAKESHIFT] :: T1

The default form of the Makeshift is a 3'6" bat-like club with black, pointed spikes protruding out of the top in an organized array. From the top, you can see the bat's colors are split into quarters, with alternating red and gold. By itself, it has no special abilities besides being very pointy and dangerous. Tsubame uses the straps on her magical uniform to grip the handle, through magical means.

(1) USE WHAT YOU SEE
Pointing her bat at a Magical's weapon, Makeshift glows, splits open like a flower, then contorts, molding itself into an exact physical replica of the targeted weapon. With that, the Makeshift may use any T0 powers the targeted weapon has: as in, basic weapon abilities not requiring magic. If the targeted weapon's owner somehow gets ahold of Makeshift, they won't be able to use any powers with it—after all, it's still Tsubame's weapon.

The greater the size difference between Makeshift and the targeted weapon, the longer it will take to transform. The shortest time is a few seconds, though a greater size difference can take significantly longer. Tsubame can only keep her weapon shifted for about a minute, counting shift time. After that, Makeshift will mold itself back into its original form, fatigue shortly following. The cooldown is double the time that Makeshift’s ability has been active. After repeated uses, Makeshift will drain Tsubame’s energy until it shifts back to its original form. Overuse of this ability will cause the fatigue to persist, along with severe headaches.

This power can only be used when another Magical and their weapon is in her line of sight. OOC-wise, I will not use this power without the permission of whoever this power affects.

POWERS||
[HEART SWAP] :: T2
Requiring only being in her line of sight, Tsubame can switch the bodies of herself and another person (meaning no ferals, familiars, or Witches!), or the bodies of two other people (within the same guidelines). Those who swap gain all physical traits and the moveset of the other, but retain personality traits and powers (if they are a Magical). Tsubame can only summon her own weapons and use her own powers regardless of whose body she's in, and likewise is true for other Magicals. Something to note is that while other Magicals will also have their Soul Gems swapped while this ability is active, the same cannot be said for normal people...!

The maximum amount of time bodies can stay switched is a couple of minutes. By default, her cooldown is double the length of the total time Heart Swap is active, but for each successive switch the cooldown is doubled, and she can end the power early as well. This power can stack up to 4 consecutive switches, and the duration of time in the switched bodies are reset each time. However, she can only swap in pairs—either only herself and another person, or two other people. Anyone who has been displaced from their body will return to it when her power ends, regardless of distance. Upon returning to her body when the power ends, Tsubame will not only feel numbed to her body, but endure a moderate sense of vertigo that gets more severe the longer she’s been away from her body.

OOC-wise, I will not use this power without the permission of whoever this power affects.[ADAPTATION] :: T1
Tsubame creates a small energy blast by swinging her wing in an arc—as if she were pitching a ball. This energy blast takes on features of the environment she used it in: in forests, it becomes a warm pulse of green energy; in cities and urbanized areas, it becomes a ball of shocking electricity; in snowing areas, it becomes freezing shards. In Mazes, the energy blast only resembles the setting that the Maze was set up in, rather than the Maze itself.
This power can only reach several feet before it dissipates, and the energy blast itself has a radius of a foot. She can only fire one blast at a time. Repeated use of Adaptation causes her used wings to feel more and more fatigued, as if she were flying or carrying a heavy weight. Longer, consecutive use causes Tsubame to feel an oncoming vertigo, disconnecting her mentally from her environment.

PERSONAL \\
PERSONALITY||
Before Adelaide became Tsubame, one could describe her as a go-getter goodie two-shoes, whom dedicated every waking moment to eliminating sadness in the world she lived in. Now that Adelaide has her life, the priorities have changed… but she's willing to parade around pretending it hasn't.

Tsubame puts up a front of a spirited, eager to please person who loves to help people. She takes time out of her day to assist classmates as a tutor and her community by volunteering, all with a big smile on her face. While once she was greatly empathic, being sensitive to and picking up others’ strong feelings, Adelaide’s perspective has instead made her numb to it. Now, strong emotions (both hers and others’) make Tsubame extremely uncomfortable. While she still knows how to comfort and empathize with others, the act of it is something Adelaide isn’t familiar with. This will not stop her from trying to help others regardless of problems, however.

Her sensitivity towards her esteem, however, is a different story: she can't handle criticism, often becoming shattered or mopey whenever it occurs. She does attempt to work on her issues, but takes any small judgement on her character or actions as a great wrong—not from the person giving her the criticism, but of Tsubame herself. A crippling perfectionist, Tsubame only wants to be her best all the time. She studies tirelessly to keep in tiptop shape for her class (even less so now, as Adelaide doesn't like spending a third of her free time studying), and takes on anything she does with the highest vigor with all she can afford to give. This leaves her physically and/or emotionally drained, depending on what she ends up doing. With that in mind, Tsubame (and Adelaide) has an amazing track record of living up to her promises, as long as they're reasonable. She said she'd do something, and wanting to maintain her integrity, she'll do it no matter what it takes.

Another change due to Adelaide is that Tsubame’s infectiously peppy and optimistic personality has been watered down: still an optimist, but rather than believing she’d be able to pass something with flying colors, she instead believes that she'll probably not fail. Either way, it's incredibly easy to get Tsubame excited or in a good mood… and just as easy to get her in a bad one. Due to her investment in all she does, she's easily influenced by words or actions. Mentally she knows she's being led on, but she can't help but think in her heart, what if what this person was saying is true?

Tsubame, as much as she loves other people and their growth, now is a lot more selfish in her ideals by dictionary definition. She worries a lot more about where she'll end up and what other people might do to and for her, rather than worry how others may end up and what she can do for others, like she used to. This was a product of Tsubame’s quick-to-trust nature and Adelaide’s barely-ever-to-trust nature. Tsubame is more wary of people’s intentions, despite her eagerness, and with that has an analytical eye in both the literal and metaphorical sense. She’s quick to make note of her surroundings and of details what others wear or do, in the case it might come in handy. Who knew a healthy dose of suspicion helped people?

Tsubame nor Adelaide have ever been quite confident in themselves. While Tsubame cruised by with an unrealistic optimism and a prayer, Adelaide skimped through by not wanting people to see through her cracks and punching them if they saw otherwise. The combination of their anxiety-reducing skills is, frankly, a gigantic mess. Tsubame has resorted to ignoring her creeping sense of self-doubt and existential horror, as her pep has been reduced and the sole fact that she was a pacifist before becoming a Magical. No more punching people to solve her problems—but Witches and Familiars should suffice, right?

HISTORY||

TRIGGER WARNING: Neglect, parental abuse, substance abuse, transphobia. I've done my best to handle these topics with respect, but do note the following history is unrepentant with the topics listed. Proceed at your own risk.
   Somewhere in Nevada, 16 years ago, a Zoroark woman by the name of Lauren Zemeckis and a Skuntank man of little importance have a one-night stand and never meet again. 9 months later, Lauren has a son, and names him the second thing that comes into her mind: Jacob. After all, naming your child something profane is illegal.

    Jacob doesn't have a good childhood. That much is obvious.

    Lauren is the sort who's only concerned about the #1: herself. Her trailer wasn't decorated with accompanying a child in mind; furniture littered with dirty laundry and lingerie, empty booze bottles on tables and counters. As an infant, Jacob was left to his own devices as his mother went Arceus-knew-where. As soon as he was able to walk and talk, Lauren decided that she didn't need to remain homebound with him. Every other night she stumbled home reeking of alcohol and smoke, either falling asleep after vomiting in the toilet, or getting upset when Jacob was dirty or had gotten into her liquor. Every once in awhile, she would arrive home in a huff and batter anything that got in her way—Jacob included. Very quickly, Jacob would learn to not utter a word and avoid his mother those nights. Or avoid her as much as possible, in fact.

    At home, Jacob was the unwanted rat kept around due to obligation, but school? School was an excuse for Lauren to see him drastically less, but was also Jacob's way out of the choking atmosphere of his home life. Granted, he hated school and he hated his classmates, but it was better than nothing. In a public school with overworked teachers and rowdy children, Jacob was simply another delinquent, not having to worry about consequences. More often than not, he could just goof off in and run out of detention with the other delinquents. Better yet, his mother didn't care that he came home late, on the off chance she was home before him. It wasn't like she answered the school's calls, either.

    Grade-wise, Jacob barely scoots by out of elementary school. Middle school is a beast of its own: more kids, more emotions, more problems. Jacob never concerned himself with the instruction of teachers, only getting caught up with the newer, more personal dramas of sixth grade and up. All of a sudden, kids were punching, kissing, experimenting. The cool kids had to prove they were cool, either through new gadgets, new trends, or new friends.

    While at first he was hesitant, struggling with personal feelings he couldn't sort out, Jacob would become obsessed with the new environment; an environment that gave him heaps more positive reinforcement than his mother ever did. A snide comment on the nerd in the back of the class garnered snickers from his “friends.” When he picked fights, kids cheered him on--and when he won fights, he gained traction and infamy in his grade. Jacob was the big, bad wolf, and he was eager to keep that position for as long as possible.

    So he smuggled some alcohol into school.

    His friends had expressed interest, and Jacob was eager to deliver. The task was easier than he anticipated, simply hiding the two bottles in his torn-up backpack. He pulled out the alcohol during lunch with the intention of sharing it with his friends. The rest of this story requires no further elaboration: Jacob was caught, brought to the principal’s office, threatened with expulsion. They called his mother, whom didn’t pick up.

    This was a common occurrence, to Jacob; his mother wouldn’t give a shit, he’d get detention or in-school suspension or out-of-school suspension, and he’d spend his time harassing the teachers or goofing with his friends. This was so common, in fact, that the counselor found it necessary to investigate his absent mother. The counselor would leave the trailer home later that night calling CPS, on the grounds of neglect and emotional abuse.

    One year later, Jacob had not only been held back a grade, but had been removed from Lauren after her parental rights were terminated. He was placed in foster care after her court cases were said and done, and had watched the entire situation zoom by. He turned 13, he started school again, and could barely comprehend the changes taking place in his life. The foster home he was put in was too noisy, too crowded, too supervised. Sure, his mom was a bitch, but he was doing just well where he was, right?

    His reservations were something he gladly “explained” to the other children in foster care, picking fights with any and all that dared meet his eyes. It didn't matter what for, because at the end of the day, it was all for him: he hated being in this place, with these people, in his skin. Jacob wanted to rip up his name, rip up all that he was, and if he had to substitute it with other kids, so be it—though, it wasn't a sentiment tolerated by the center he was in. While Jacob was punished each time he picked fights, the time taken until the staff put him on time out gradually shortened, until simply him shouting obscenities was enough to put him and a staff member into a shouting match. One particular match escalated enough to where Jacob locked himself in the bathroom without a word. He sat on the closed toilet seat and covered his ears, until the staff member finally decided to worry about the other kids in the room.

      It was there he first met Kyubey.

    While the Sylveon was quick to introduce himself, Jacob merely winced and gave himself some time to process. “Either this is a prank, or I'm finally going psycho.”

    “Quite the contrary,” Kyubey said. “I'm here because I need your help.”

    “Yeah?”

    When Kyubey explained his contract and offered a wish, Jacob paused. Crossed his arms. Pouted.

    "I don't want to take part in this sick joke," Jacob hissed.

    “Very well,” Kyubey simply stated. “Maybe another time, Jacob Zemeckis.” He weaseled his way out of the bathroom door, leaving Jacob on the other side.

    “Fucking assholes.”

    Wallace and Delores Tilton, Gardevoir and Miltank respectfully, were an overeager couple in their mid-30s, and had in their dating days decided to adopt instead of having children. Two years after marriage, they underwent the process (and much later were confirmed) to be admitted to be foster and adoptive parents in the state of Nevada. They got it in their heads that they’d be able to change the life of a troubled child. Jacob thought that was absolutely stupid, but luckily for him, those were the folks that adopted him.

    His new home is a lot nicer than any other place Jacob’s been in, which made him uncomfortable. Wallace and Delores are a lot nicer than any other person he's met, which made him even more uncomfortable. The fact that he'd spend the next 5 foreseeable years in the place made him exceedingly uncomfortable. When he shouted at his new parents, they responded sternly, but calmly. When he came home from school, Wallace immediately offered help (which Jacob initially refused). When he came home from detentions, either of his parents would talk it out with him and watched television. When the summer came up, Delores suggested Jacob join a sport or take up something artistic. He decided to start writing.

    The changes were slow, and Jacob had no clue how to feel. Afraid? Confused? Contented?

    Upon his graduation into 7th grade, his parents decided to give him a laptop to help him with his new hobby of writing. It was then he was thrust into another new environment: the internet. Ultimately left to his own devices, Jacob stumbled from searching for writing sources to blogging sites and roleplay forums. Deciding to joining a roleplay forum of a show, he would find eventually kindle a friendship with a roleplayer his age.

    She called herself “Silkie” on the boards, but after knowing each other for a year, she introduced herself as Tsubame Susuki. “I live in Japan, but I improved my English to roleplay here,” she admited sheepishly.

    The two would spend their nights (well, Jacob's nights) roleplaying and simply talking about their lives. There, he could vent his frustrations and his worries, and Tsubame could listen. She also told him about the LGBT community, and after he found understanding in it, she would vent about her girlfriend problems.

    After some time researching and hearing Tsubame’s experiences, Jacob began to introspect. He was entering freshman year at this point, but had been conflicted about his identity for a long time. He scarcely mentioned it to Tsubame, but over time, became more open and honest about her predicament.

    Was Jacob a girl?

    Tsubame was immediately supportive in whatever Jacob needed help with, trying to transition. She validated her feelings, tried to provide resources, and even helped her find a name. Adelaide.

    Adelaide was ecstatic, and found a hop in her step the next few days with her new name. Sure, she still hated school, but there was still hope for her yet. She didn't feel as lost anymore. In her excitement, she tried to tell her parents about her new feelings.

    They don’t take the news very well.

    Adelaide had never Wallace shout that loudly—not even when he first fought with her. He found her “idea” of being a girl unnatural, disgusting. Was he teaching Adelaide the wrong things? When she tried to find support in her mother, Delores meekly shook her head in disapproval.

    She never felt such rage bubble up in her so quickly. 'They're finally sick of me too, huh?' With a vague sense of deja vu, she slammed shut the door to her bedroom. Only this time, she grabbed her backpack, filled it with snacks, changed her form into a Girafarig classmate, and hopped out her bedroom window, steaming. With the last light of sunrise, she blindly ran into the backyard woods.

    Adelaide may have been a Dark-type, but on that moonless night, she couldn't see anything on the ground. She waved her arms around in the empty night, blinded by tears and rage, stumbling over roots and rocks, bumping into tree bark and boulders...

    She was lost. She was sick and tired of being lost.

    Adelaide threw her tote bag on the ground, and sank to her knees. At this point, it was…

    “Definitely a bother to walk around in a disguise without night vision, huh?”

    She looked up, greeted with a peculiar, yet familiar sight. A stark pink and white in the darkness.

    “You go by Adelaide now, right?” Kyubey flicked his tail. “And you must be out of that other place now, I presume.”

    Adelaide slumped over, dropping her illusion. Her voice was hoarse. “What do you want from me.”

    “You remember our last conversation, don't you? I feel like you'd benefit from my offer, if you're willing to take it this time. You’d make a great magical girl.”

    Hands over her face, she began to sob. “I don’t deserve this... I don’t deserve a wish. I don’t know if you’re real, or if I…?”

    Kyubey trod to Adelaide’s side, looking up with a vacant smile. “I’m not the judge of that. But there’s one way for you to find out that last part.”

    Adelaide uncovered her face.

    “Contract with me!”

    …

    Tsubame wakes up a July morning with a such a great vigor that it catches her off-guard. For a reason she cannot explain, she feels… fulfilled. Perhaps it’s her recent foggy memory playing tricks on her, or perhaps it’s a giddy feeling that persists from last night?

    When she finds the glittering Soul Gem sitting in her wing, that fulfillment quickly shifts into understanding, then dread. Her blood turns cold.

“Good morning, Adelaide Zemeckis,” a cheery voice calls from her windowsill. Kyubey hops down from the window, and onto the foot of her bed. “Or should I say, Susuki Tsubame?”

FAMILY||

Asuka Susuki, Father (45 years) || Blanche Susuki, Mother (46 years)
Tsubasa, Little Brother (14 years)

EXTRA||

Stands at 5'10" / 177.8cm.
Tsubame was Neutral Good, while Adelaide is Chaotic Neutral.
Theme Song: Be Calm - fun.
Tsubame's voice is usually light, airy, and smooth, centered around the soprano/alto range.
Demiromantic asexual.
Ambidextrous, but prefers the left hand wing.
Currently a Second Year in Mitakihara High.
Although Tsubame technically now has the memories of two people's lives, she does not have anything comparable to multiple personalities. Introspectively, she refers to herself as Adelaide, but is for all intents and purposes is Tsubame, and should be referred to as one person.
While Adelaide's only fluent language is English, Tsubame is fluent in Japanese, English, French, and is currently studying Russian.
   > She was born and raised in Mitakihara, and since her parents and neighbors knew English, Tsubame ended up being taught a large amount of the language.
   > though honestly she honed her English due to her roleplay board being in said language.
   > Her mother's family is French, and since they visit often she ended up learning.
   > Russian is one of her classes, since the school wouldn't allow her to take English or French,
   > She's not very good at Russian,
     > she can write with her feet
Tsubame has only been a Magical for three weeks, and has been taking time to adapt to her new situation before doing any big Magical work. Her main goal at the moment has been to not blow her cover of being Not Actually Tsubame™.
Tsubame's family is pretty well off: her mother is businesswoman and her father is a surgeon.
Honestly Tsubame has way too many extracurriculars (gardening club, leadership club, school newspaper, track & field... girl please slow down)