Name: Yukine Shimotsuki Gender: A girl, as you can see. Age: You shouldn't ask a girl that, you know? (Unknown) A girl who, after bearing immense pain through self-sacrifice and devotion, has transformed into something non-human... yet she cannot stop shouldering the burdens of others. Even as a non-human entity, she lives for the sake of people. Even when persecuted... even when hurt... she suppresses her terror to suffer for others. While it should be kindness, there is a hint of madness in her actions. Though she feels pain, she wears a smile that makes it seem as if she feels nothing at all. Though she has become non-human, she hasn't lost her humanity. She feels everything just like a normal person... and yet she cannot stop her self-sacrifice, cannot stop her devoted service to others. It is an impulse that could be called a curse... but she has accepted it herself. She has embraced it. Her existence is profoundly distorted. Her eyes were originally a beautiful pale cherry blossom pink, but her left eye has become clouded with blood, turning a deep crimson. Despite the clouding, her vision is somehow clear. Her hair was once a lovely black, but it has turned silver. From her back grow a jet-black right wing and a pure white left wing. Her appearance is no longer remotely human. One day, without warning, her form changed. For some reason, she accepted it naturally, feeling that this form represented the shape of her own ego... "It's strange, isn't it... me..." She wears a smile that suggests both resignation and acceptance. At the core of her psyche, "self-sacrifice" and "devotion" are deeply engraved. Even if stopped by others, even if her body falls to pieces, she cannot quit. This obsession is like a disease or a curse. She is a helpless mass of altruism. Since being persecuted for her non-human appearance, she has become somewhat poor at conversing with others. She now tends to hesitate with a "..." at the start of her sentences. Even so, she has no intention of stopping her work of saving others. Each of the wings on her back carries a meaning. The pure white left wing represents salvation for others—the spirit of "devotion" and "self-sacrifice." It is a wing as stainless and white as an angel's. Despite the unimaginable pain and suffering she has carried, the wing remains unsoiled. Her core impulse for sacrifice knows no end. Even if I am injured, the white wing heals it. Is it to save me... or is it to allow me to continue suffering for the sake of others? The jet-black right wing represents her own end—"the apocalypse." Whether that end comes soon or after an eternity of time... I no longer know. My fate will surely be filled with sad agony. As if to suggest this, the wing is stained pitch black. The eyes on the wing never close, no matter how much I shut my own eyes and try to turn away from reality. The eyes on the wing do not permit me to look away or flee from the world, from reality, from everything. I will continue to sacrifice myself... because this is also my will. Her wings move as if they have a will of their own. They move naturally to protect her. The wings have sensation, but they do not feel pain. Furthermore, these wings can never be damaged. Until she herself breaks, these wings will not break.