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Miranda Lotto | D.Gray-man | CRAU | 1/4 expired reserve
Contact Info: spkathrine[@]gmail.com,
Other Characters Played: None
Requested apartment: No preference!
Character Name: Miranda Lotto
Canon: D.Gray-man
Canon Point: 207th Night, while sitting with other Order members in the medical wing of the Black Order Headquarters.
Background/History: Canon Reference | Miranda History | A Facility
Miranda Lotto | D.Gray-man | CRAU | 2/4
Miranda woke up naked in a medical ward of what she would learn was the Alpha Omega Station traveling through space, but at the time she was confused, terrified, and just wanted to know what was going on. Thankfully Lenalee was there to help explain things or else she really might have gone into a panic. They, the prisoners, had been brought there from many realities for experimentation and to be tested for some (unknown) reason by an artificial intelligence named Val. The station they were on had different areas where the “guests” were allowed to be, but also where Val could restrict them too if she wished, such as the F1 dorm-like buildings, or the F3 building which was more like a reality warping pocket dimension that could take them to any location in any universe that Val wanted.
Every week something new would happen and they would never know what the next experiment might be. There used to be an entire organization in control, but Miranda didn’t arrive until after a rebellion that had given the prisoners and Val control of the station. Even without organic captors, Val was more than strong enough to keep them trapped there, even having them fitted with collars that restricted anyone with special abilities, whether super speed, super strength, or Miranda’s own Innocence, Time Record. The technology was far more advanced than what she was used to, with much less magic and sorcery involved to keep it running. It was confusing and more than a little terrifying.
It wasn’t that long after arriving that she heard them speaking over the network about the fact that they were all actually clones of the people who existed in their own universes. It was a shock, but Miranda is used to dealing with uncomfortable truths through denial and she tried to put it out of her mind as much as she could. As long as she didn’t have to think about it, she didn’t have to consider what it meant. She had enough on her plate just learning about where they were, how to survive on the station, and everything else that came with being a “guest” of Val.
She was completely inept at using the futuristic technology around the station at first, including the Berry, which was a mobile telecommunication device that used audio, video, and text. She managed to figure it all out eventually but for a while she rarely used text just to avoid causing typos with the little keys. But Miranda was not alone because there were many other people (clones) from her world there, such as Allen, Lavi, Emilia, and Supervisor Komui. It helped her keep calm because she believed that if they could take all of this and carrying on, then she couldn’t do any less. There was also the promise of them getting off of the station by reaching a planet some distance away that they could try to inhabit, so it just meant she needed to be strong until then.
What she hadn’t expected was just how terrible the experiments could be. Yes, some of them were simple, even almost innocent, like the one that made people fall in love at first sight. Or the ones where they were transported to different locations inside the F3 sector. But there were others, like the bombs that were put in their chests and exploded if the person got too emotional. Miranda tried to save as many people as she could by staying calm and using Time Record to prevent the bombs from going off, but she tired herself out, not prepared for just how restricted her own abilities were. Within a few days she couldn’t hold it anymore and the bomb in her own chest exploded. It was the first time she would experience death and come back from it. She would learn that their bodies would be healed up as much as possible, but they would always have the scars from the event.
Another experiment forced her to confront a specter of herself from what she thought to be the future. She was desperate, angry, violent, and ready to kill everyone on the station to protect them from some horror she wouldn’t speak of but insisted was coming for them. Miranda did what she could to lock her into her room and keep her from harming anyone else, and thankfully at the end of the week she (and other specters like her) was gone, but she left Miranda pretty shaken. She did not like what she had seen in her, what it said about who she could become and wanted to do whatever she could to prevent it. She wanted to be a stronger person than that.
For months she did the best she could, making the best of the situation and getting through the different experiments unscathed for the most part. Some were terrible, others more odd and confusing, but she pushed through them. She’s always been good at getting back up after getting knocked down. She lost friends from home, like Emilia and Komui, who both died of clone sickness, but Emilia would eventually return in a renewed body. She lost other friends she had made there too, but most of them did not come back. Clone sickness ran rampant around the station, taking many lives. Not many who caught it survived.
And then there was the Nightmare on Elm Street. The “guests” on the station suffered from nightmares for the entire week and at times the effects of the dreams became reality for them when they awoke. Miranda had a nightmare about Allen turning into a Noah and stabbing out her left eye with a spiked candle, only to awaken and find her eye had been removed, leaving her bleeding everywhere. Emilia managed to help her get to the medical wing but the eye could not be recovered.
She learned to live with one eye, even though it took some time to get used to how imbalanced she felt. Some weeks later she even found one of the large mansions was now empty, save for the robots that managed it. She took the house for herself and her fellow Exorcists since it would be easier for them to stick together with so much room. Not that she had the chance to use it for long, since in a few short weeks they would be in F3 again and left on a near deserted planet with terrible monsters out to eat them all when darkness hit (night lasted for two weeks there). They needed special Torches Val provided to hold them back because the monsters hated light, but they only worked for so long until they needed more and more people to power them. It was a harrowing experience and the last thing she remembers is being killed by one of the monsters.
Miranda Lotto | D.Gray-man | CRAU | 3/4
Miranda has the lowest self-esteem of almost anyone ever. Because of constant failings at everything she does, she believes she's not good for anything and that she'll only make things worse or fail by trying (she was fired from one hundred jobs in her hometown). Even so, Miranda never gives up, because she believes that there must be at least one thing in the world that she can be good at, some person that she can prove herself to and have them be happy that she was there. If she can’t be good at anything, at least she can keep trying because otherwise she has nothing left for her.
After meeting Lenalee and Allen, she accepts being an Exorcist as her calling and goes to train at Headquarters because she wants to make a difference, and prove to herself that she is more than who she once thought she was. Miranda never wants to go back to being that woman who hid away in her home drinking away her sorrows and growing steadily more jaded and bitter at the world. She is an Exorcist, she has purpose, and she has friends. These are the things that drive her—her strengths and her weaknesses.
Miranda's Innocence, Time Record, takes a large toll on her body, and her emotions, because she uses it whenever she can to take away the injuries of those around her during a fight, especially her fellow Exorcists, but when she deactivates it, all of their injuries come back, on top of the ones they have newly received. She knows that she is essentially healing them so they can continue to fight and get hurt even more, which makes her wonder if her Innocence is a blessing or a curse at times. Miranda can't stand the thought of letting them be injured that way, not only because she cares about them, but also because she sees it as a failure on her part that her Innocence isn't powerful enough to take away their injuries permanently. To her, it makes her more useless and a less important part of the team. It's even worse if the person or people will die once she deactivates her Innocence, because she blames herself for their deaths, even though she didn’t cause their wounds.
Still, Miranda doesn’t believe there are many things that she is good at, so she will strive to do her best with what options are open to her. If she can protect her friends in whatever minor way she can, she will do so. If she has to put her life in danger to achieve a goal that will benefit them or some innocent person, she will. She’s a giver. Willing to keep giving and giving of herself even when she doesn’t believe that she has much worth giving.
She apologizes often for the slightest of mistakes and social missteps. She can be pessimistic and negative, but often turns these negative moods onto herself rather than on anyone else. Miranda is also a chronic worrier. It's like an anxiety disorder, because she gets herself really worked up worrying over every little thing she says or does and also about the people she cares about. But it doesn’t stop her from wanting to believe in the good in others, to the point she is more likely to trust a stranger she just met than to assume they are a danger to her, despite the fact she knows that in her world anyone could be an Akuma out to kill her.
In the time since she became an Exorcist, Miranda has come a long way from the self-loathing, bitter, lonely, miserable person she once was. She is more assertive, willing to stand up for herself and express her feelings, and doesn’t fall into dark moods as much as she used to, but she doesn’t see for herself just how far she’s come. The fact that she leaves her hands bare at times now when months ago her palms were constantly covered (and months before that she never would have gone without gloves covering them entirely), shows she’s less self-conscious and more comfortable in her own body. Any mention of something like this by someone else will send her into a full on stammering fluster. She’s still clumsy and erratic and goes off on strange tangents in her thoughts without meaning to, but she is changing. It’s a work in progress and Miranda isn’t afraid to put in the effort.
Being on Alpha Omega forced Miranda to step out of the shadow of her friends because she came to realize that they could not do for her there what she could do for herself. No matter how much she loved them and they loved her, the experiments Val forced them through could isolate them, or even pit them against each other. They couldn’t trust that Val would not make them harm each other without their consent. Miranda has never known how to give up, even when she wanted to the most, so that worked in her favor. She would keep going because she wouldn’t be weak or expect her friends to carry her weight.
The experiences didn’t break her, but it did toughen Miranda up more. She became somewhat jaded to it, not unlike how she felt after being trapped on the same day for over a month in her hometown. But unlike then, she knew she had other people that she could turn to and who she wanted to depend on her in turn, so she stepped up, became more proactive and less of her shy, unsure self. Not that she stopped being insecure entirely, or feeling as if even tiny things were her fault, but she also knew that her guilt wouldn’t help anyone, so she kept it more to herself. Everyone had enough to deal with without her falling apart on them. Even losing her eye only made her more determined. It hurt, and the nightmare that caused it lingered, but she didn’t want to be afraid of Allen, or let the injury handicap her. She looked to Lavi for help on how to retrain herself on seeing through only one eye. She learned, she moved on, and she did not let it turn her into the shell of a woman from some undetermined future. No matter what, she would never let herself become that person.
Miranda Lotto | D.Gray-man | CRAU | 4/4
For the most part Miranda is a normal human with no discernible skills or abilities. What makes her different from the average person is that she is an Accommodator for Innocence, a special tool or weapon in her world that few people are capable of using.
Time Record -- This is Miranda's Innocence which looks like a huge disc with glowing lines that can be strapped to her arm or held suspended in the air between her hands, and it has the power to stop time, rewind it, and to "turn back the clock" on people and objects. She can take away a person's injures and keep them locked inside of Time Record, or return an object to its prime condition, but all of these effects end once Time Record is deactivated (this technique is called “Time Recovery”). If someone’s “time” is kept inside of Time Record, Miranda is constantly aware of them—if they are injured again, she knows, if they die, she knows. She is also capable of creating barriers/shields in which time is effectively negated for anyone or anything within her area of effect and prevents anything from entering or existing the shield unless Miranda’s will allows it, while still being aware of what goes on outside of the barrier (this is called “Time Out”). Miranda's Innocence is an Equipment Type, but also a support/defense type, since she cannot use it offensively. Because Miranda’s power is not permanent, she cannot stop death. Any fatal injuries that a person suffers while under her Innocence’s power will return to them once she turns it off. She has only used these two techniques simultaneously once (at a huge drain to herself) and has yet to figure out how to do so again.
Stamina -- Time Record eats up her energy, but Miranda can go days without rest, and still have it activated. She’s shown using pure strength of will to keep her barriers strong against Akuma, Noah, and even the Earl himself. She will keep it activated well beyond the limits of her own energy if necessary and has gone 10 days before without sleeping.
Items/Weapons: (1) Time Record, (2) her Exorcist uniform, (3) Satchel she carries Time Record in.
Sample Entry:
[After everything that has happened, Miranda shouldn’t have been so surprised to wake up in a strange place, but she had been about to die. Then she wasn’t, with no new wounds to speak of. And when she looks for her Berry, she finds it replaced by this other smaller device that doesn’t even have numbers or letters! What is going on? She brings up the video—she’ll always prefer it, even when perhaps it’s not warranted—and manages not to panic on screen like she somewhat wants to. She hasn’t seen anyone she knows and such a change is never good when it comes to Val.]
Ah…well. I am a bit confused. We’ve never been moved from one location to another like this without visiting the station in between. And I don’t believe this is the Haven I’ve been told about. [The only time she had heard of a Haven they had been sent to, it was a desert planet with terrible ravagers, which this most certainly is not. She takes a breath and tries to smile, but it’s a bit strained.] Though I…well I guess it truly doesn’t matter, if this is where she’s decided we’ll be for the duration. Is everyone else all right?
Sample Entry Two: (Set as if she’s been in the town for some time)
If there is one thing Miranda knew she would not miss about the station it was the dwindling food supplies. The robots in charge of the cafeteria were becoming more and more insistent about the edibility of the soylent green, but she had been avoiding it as much as possible. And then she finds herself in a place that could conceivably be worse in regards to food rations. It’s baffling that something could actually have less food available for the number of people there. Yet there was nothing she could do but scavenger and scrounge for meals in a way that she had not had to in a very long time.
More than once she has wanted to cry. To sit in her room and hide there until this test ended and she found herself back on the station again. But what good would acting that way be for her? Be for anyone? Everyone was surviving here, doing their best to make do with what they were given. For her to crumble so easily under the pressure of this place would be like giving up. And she would not do that. Even if her clothes never came fully clean, her hair a mess without a proper tie, the food barely sustainable, terrible things keep happening to them, and she is sure people were staring at her whenever she goes to visit the well.
Although, at least they did have drinkable water—questionable though it may be—and showers that they can use. And normally getting water wasn’t much trouble at all. Until today. She put the bucket down and turned the crank as she had done before, hoping for a nice amount of water to fill her container for drinking water. Everything had been proceeding well. And then the rope snagged.
It should have been a warning. She should have known that perhaps her luck was just not that good that day and maybe she should stop. But it had not seemed like something terrible. All she had to do was climb onto the lip of the well and reach out to unblock the rope from where it had gotten caught. She even thought to steady herself with her left hand as she reached out with her right—
--only to have misjudged the distance and not have anything for her left hand to grab onto. Falling down a well only to hit a not-so-gentle barrier that propels one back out is a less than pleasant experience she will never want to relieve. Landing on her face on the ground outside of the well even less so. She pushes herself to her feet quickly, unsteady for a moment as her equilibrium adjusted. The eerie sense of being watched is still there and Miranda glances about, trying to see who might have spotted her embarrassing fall, but there is no one. It leaves her chuckles weakly to herself, hoping she’s walking away with more confidence than she actually feels. Please, let no one have witnessed that…
It’s only when she’s back in her room that she remembers she never collected the water and left her container at the well. Some days she wonders how she hasn’t managed to die from her own incompetence.
-> ACCEPTED