Himiko

The drizzle continued, dampening her bangs and soaking into her clothes. Himiko didn’t seem to notice. Her wide eyes remained fixed on the archer—Polos, the other girl had called her. The way she moved was smooth, focused… confident. Each arrow landed perfectly, like it knew exactly where to go. Himiko’s grip on her stuffed bunny tightened. She wasn’t supposed to be here, not out this far. The inn was close enough to the edge of the Town of Beginnings that the system’s safety zones still applied, but that didn’t stop fear from curling in her gut. Her imagination ran wild: what if the

Himiko was too stuck in her own head, gripped by the fear of leaving the safety of the town until she noticed the old man looking at her. She just...Stared at him like he had just spoken in a foreign language to her. She froze up, she hadn't spoken to anyone outside the orphanage like this in a long time. She had to work up the courage to even leave, so when he addressed her specifically, her brain just seemed to shut down..Eventually, she did come back as he mentioned scavenging in the woods. Once more, it felt like the air was being snatched from her lungs as she began to shake like a leaf i

Very few things brought Himiko from her shut-in style. She seemed to be determined to stay within the safety of her own home, however. Something lured her out this day. She had heard rumors of a flower on this floor, the children of the orphanage spoke like usual. She never cared for rumors of legendary weapons or armor or...Whatever the like. This flower though, even the name made Himiko's eyes sparkle like jewels: The Pneuma flower, said to be able to resurrect even the farthest gone of players. Was such a rumor true? Himiko lacked any knowledge on the game, hell she didn't even know how to

Himiko waddled around the town of beginnings, she tried to keep herself occupied from her thoughts. Another day of players coming to the orphanage, as the years go by more and more players grow closer, the older ones even going so far as wanting to have a child during their time in this game. It was a far less formal process than the real world since at the end of the day, it wasn’t official and thus meant less. But the players got checked all the same to prevent children being used as bait for orange players to kill players. Another “adoption period” passed, her friends being taken in and awa

Himiko flinched at the sudden outburst, instinctively shrinking back, she leapt like a scared cat, bolting away she hadn’t meant to startle the woman, but she supposed most people didn’t expect to be watched so closely. That was her mistake. Still, there was no anger in Adelyte’s reaction, only surprise, and soon enough, that gave way to warmth. The invitation was clear. A shift of belongings, a pat to the blanket, an opening in the moment. She hesitated, just for a second. Then, quietly, she moved forward, settling onto the soft fabric with her legs tucked beneath her.

There was a quiet hum beneath the surface of the bustling town—the kind of stillness that only existed in between the sounds of footsteps and idle chatter. Himiko liked that part the most. The way the world softened around the edges, a little quieter, a little slower, like it was waiting for something. Or someone. She had been watching the girl for a while now. Not in the creepy way, she told herself, but in the way a stray cat might watch someone from a safe distance. The soft pink of the blanket, the gentle flicks of her wrist as she sketched, the way her hair caught in the breeze—it wa

Himiko remained in the corridor, half-hidden in the shadows, her fingers clutching the hem of her sleeve. The distant laughter and cheerful voices filled the orphanage, but she barely acknowledged them. Her focus remained on the doorway, where beyond it, Astra was doing his usual act. She knew the routine by now. The juggling, the handstands, the ridiculous suit that made the others squeal with joy. It was always the same, yet they never grew tired of it. She supposed she understood why. It was easy to get swept up in the fun. To feel like, just for a moment, they weren’t trapped. Bu

Himiko remained at the edge of the room, lingering just beyond the reach of the warm atmosphere that had settled over the kitchen. Ciela was shining as always, her presence drawing in the children like moths to a flame, their eager voices overlapping in a whirlwind of excitement. Even Wulfrin, despite his initial hesitation, had been swallowed up by their energy. But Himiko… she hesitated. She shifted her weight, her pale fingers clinging lightly to the doorframe as she watched from her usual spot in silence. The way Ciela’s hand so naturally curled around Wulfrin’s, the way she spok

"....." Himiko was slowly reading a book in her room, legs freely dangling through the air. A rather focused gaze as she remained completely engrossed, the book in question being a storybook chock full of fairy tales. Every single page in the book had been bunny-eared. And despite the cover being flawlessly preserved, the pages looked well-loved. The words worn and faded with time but Himiko didn't seem to care, but what did cause her ears to perk up was the sound of the orphanage's doors opening. Naturally, it piqued the interest of the other children too as they all got up to inve

Appearance: Profile: Username: FujikoHimiko2011 Real Name: Fujiko Himiko Age: 11 Height: 4’0 Weight: 39kg Country of Origin: Japan About: Himiko, to most people is a mystery, she refuses to tell anything about her life in the real world, and often likes to keep to herself. Even the other children at the orphanage in the town of beginnings barely see her smiling. She is often confined to her bed, drawing. The drawings she makes tend to be rather vague and interpretive, on the off-chance she’d show what she’s drawing. Her voice is barely