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Name: Kui Syun Yau (繪選祐)

Name Meaning: Cantonese in origin, the name is constructed in the order of family name, given name. Her surname, Kui, translates to "to draw/sketch/paint", referring to working with a paintbrush. Syun means "to choose/select", referring to the Greek counterpart of the goddess Juno, Hera -- the etemology of Hera is haireo: chosen one. Yau means "divine intervention, protection", as Juno was the protector of the Roman state. As a result, her given name translates to something along the lines of "chosen protection".

Aliases: "Syun" will suffice, although that is only one character in her first name, but it's easier for non-Chinese to remember.

Kingdom: The Fifth Kingdom -- the easternmost of the Nine, it is the first place that the Chinese settled down in a hundred years ago,

Class: Scholar, under the classifications of the Wong Sing, but considered a part of the nobility and very much upper-class.

Birthdate: November 21

Age: 16 going on 17 years of age, to her own surprise. The years just seem to have piled up 8D!

Astrological Sign: Scorpio-Sagittarius Cusp

Occupation: Scholar, or at least meant to be training as one. But considering her lack of skill in calligraphy, and being the only one of the six children in the Kui family who can't seem to match up to her ancestors' abilities, there are many factors against this becoming her final workplace.

Likes: Traveling -- she wants to live her life to its fullest, going everywhere and actually seeing everything for herself, not just reading about it from others' stories; storytelling -- anyone who can weave a good tale is admired by her, due to her love of words and adventure; helping others -- she is always eager to lend a hand, particularly if it's an excuse to get away from her training; talking, listening, and long conversations, even if they are about nothing at all; challenges of both the mind and the body, as she has a competitve spirit, and can debate like nobody's business; solving riddles and puzzles (if they had crosswords in a newspaper, she would be doing them every day); fulfilling her familial duty (which is not so much a like as it is a driving force in her life).

Dislikes: Practicing her calligraphy and painting -- she is infinitely terrible at making anything attractive with a paintbrush, and hates being forced to do it because she finds her work to be embarassing; making mistakes in front of others; being useless and a damsel-in-distress; being told how to behave; rainy days that trap her indoors; learning "proper etiquette" of a lady; the local Matchmaker; the idea of having an arranged marriage; the isolationist attitude of much of Wong Sing's population.

Hobbies: Practicing her daily charts of calligraphy and attempting to do the painting exercises assigned; reading through old archives brought from the Old Kingdom, particularly the more fantastical tales; asking unusual questions of people (and seeking unusual answers); praying at the temple to the ancestors, mostly hoping to find her talent; leaving the compound to explore the wilds around the edge of the city; assisting the family chef in preparing meals; playing polo and Ju, a leather ball filled with hair, sort of a primitive soccer ball, with her cousins, nieces and nephews.

Favorite Food: Long, thin noodles (traditionally served at banquets for for longevity); Peaches (the food of the gods); Fish (it can be prepared in so many delicious ways); dumplings! Dumplings of any variety -- meat, shrimp, chive, vegetable -- preferably steamed than fried, but either way, a good filling wrapped in a thin noodle skin makes for a good meal. And naturally, rice. Almost every Asian loves rice -- it is a staple of her diet.

Least Favorite Food: Sweet red bean soup (served as a dessert -- but who wants bean soup as a dessert?); mooncakes (it's supposed to be a treat, but sometimes the filling is a bit...gross); hundred year old eggs (it's older than her -- which does not sound too appealing 8D;).

Aspirations: Familial duty always comes first: Syun would love, above all else, to please her parents. Of course, they love her very much for who she is, but there is still shame in their one offspring who can't seem to live up to the name -- after all, what kind of scholar can't remember and write down the simplest of characters? While she would love to illustrate among the best of them, she hopes that perhaps as Sailorjuno, she can make up for her lack of other talents.

Theme Song: "Everything I Want to Be" - Save Ferris

Coming from a community of little diversity in physical appearance, Syu Yau looks like your average Chinese girl. She has typically almond-shaped and angular brown eyes, and in comparison to the large slopes of most Western Europeans/Caucasians that populate the Nine Kingdoms, her nose seems rather small. However, she does seem to have more of a bridge than many girls, and the base of her nose is somewhat broad, nostrils slightly upturned. Black eyebrows rest over her eyes, leading to a sharp arch towards the sides of her face, making her seem either inquistive or mischevious. When pulled back, her coral lips reveal a bright and charming smile, although there is also a hint of a smirk in it. Framing her face is straightly-falling black hair, cut somewhere between chin and shoulder length. Sleek and glossy, there's little need for her to style it much, and the most she ever does it pull it back out of her face, as most grown people in her society tend to do -- although she finds that to be a hassle and leaves it unfashionably loose.

There's a girlish charm to her looks, as she's making the transition from cute to gorgeous. Formerly a bit of a runt, she underwent a growth spurt over the past year, and from an average, normal height of 5'5", she's sprung up to be a large 5'7" and towers above many women in the city of Wong Sing. Being this height is still taking time to adjust to, and as such, she's slightly awkward and ungraceful in comparison to her mother, a true lady, or even her elder sister. Of a thin but athletic build, her chest is small (but, in fact, existant! Don't let them tell you otherwise!) but her hips are fairly curvy, and she's currently settling into her womanhood -- Syun's not just a loudmouth kid anymore. In fact, she's begun to experiment with make up a bit, but she's still a bit of a tomboy and tends to wear clothing of cheaper materials for running around in. The fashion is predominately Chinese styled, though some of her nicer garb is stylized to have a Western flair, and she often mixes and matches influences. One of her favorite outfits is a combination of a Chinese-styled sleeveless top, which closes in the front, combined with western pants and regular slippers. She's not into anything fancy, although her tastes in colour sometimes range in the flashier end of the spectrum.

At first glance, it is easy to say that Syun is an approachable person -- easygoing, extroverted, and lively, she is a natural magnet for friends due to a great deal of innocent, young charm. From the way she moves to the way she talks, one could assume that she is very carefree with the way she exudes her self-confidence. She seems easy in her body, and doesn't hesitate to speak her mind. Viewed in a positive light, non-stop talking allows her to touch on a lot of subjects in a conversation that others can relate to, often telling ridiculous stories about herself that are humbling or modest, but sometimes the events are exaggerated to stir up more humor in the situation. Though she isn't good at telling jokes that involve complex punchlines (she manages to stumble through every single one of them, and often has to retrace her steps in the mid-sentence), she has a good sense of humor and doesn't take offense easily. In fact, she's good at acting silly and poking fun at herself, and perhaps even better at others -- though it's hard to tell if she ever takes anything seriously at all.

At the same time, what also makes her personality attractive and not just show-offy and loud is her ability to listen. She loves to learn about other people, with an insatiable curiosity about the way other people live their lives. Syun takes a genuine interest in other people's adventures -- perhaps the one thing she has learned from being a scholar is the value of a good story. However, she doesn't take quite as much interest in the written word, and loves to experience things firsthand -- and verbal communication is often a lot more lively and closer to physical experience than many of the scrolls and books in the archives. If she finds an individual particularly interesting, she can sometimes become annoyingly nosy and asks all sorts of questions -- which can be, more often than not, somewhat odd (read: slightly stupid or irrelevant) and a little more intrusive than one might desire. But 'no' means no, and if it's made clear that she's poking her nose in a little too much, she'll back off. A little reluctantly, but she will back off.

On the flip side of Syun's talkativity is her worst quality: her loud mouth and harsh temper, as she suffers from what can be called "foot-in-mouth" disease. She manages to get herself into some pretty big scrapes with her lack of enough inhibition, and it seems she really doesn't know when to shut up. Syun likes to egg on her enemies, making nasty taunts or making somewhat stupid comments in order to annoy people. She is unafraid to sink to anyone's "level", and finds a battle of words and wit to be just as satisfying as a real brawl. Once offended, Syun has difficulty allowing anyone else to have the last laugh. Syun is innately competitive -- she would like to be the best at many things, and as she tends to be weak in the areas she considers most important (or at least in her family), she doesn't hold back when challenged. But with her friends, as much as she enjoys banter and ribbing each other, she often fails to notice if she's been too insensitive about an issue. Even worse, when she does intend to be somewhat mean, she can go too far and just be bluntly cruel. Of course, she does feel remorse if she's hurt someone she cares about, but often pride doesn't allow guilt to sink in until later on. Apologies are even more difficult to get out of her, as she hates to admit her mistakes when they do arise.

One can attribute her bluntess to her high regard for honesty, as lying was always seen as a Very Bad Thing, especially in her household. In fact, she's a terrible liar to begin with -- as much ability as she has to weave a humorous tale or make someone else's story more entertaining, she almost always gets caught in the midst of a (somewhat pathetic) lie ("I swear it wasn't me! It was...it was the man with a fake nose, one leg, and a...a rubber ducky for a hand! Um, I don't know how he got that for a hand--but it was there, I SWEAR."). But as terrible as she is at lying, she is good at keeping someone's secret. One of her best qualities is her loyalty to her friends and family, as there has always been the ever-present moral of fulfilling one's duty. Familial obligations have always come first, but her friends eventually become her family, and the world depends on her -- and all of these things are far more important than herself. Even if captured and tortured, she would never give up any information if that would hurt someone. She is protective of those she cares about, and is more than willing to fight with anyone who offends them. Syun believes in honor, and part of that is doing what they must to help and protect others.

Perhaps Syun’s greatest strength is her infallible determination. She is reluctant to give up and abandon things, whether they be plans, objects, or people, just because things got hard. When she knows it can be done, then she will fight for it using whatever means she can. It is both her deep concern for others and her passion for action that make her a motivated and trustworthy leader. She is good at rousing others to action, as she is far more intelligent with her words than she may seem at times, and is very convincing when she has an argument or idea to put forward. Her own energy, determination and self-confidence tends to spread around to others in a crisis, as she keeps a surprisingly level head for someone who can be so ridiculous at times.

Admittedly, Syun can be somewhat impulsive in actions other than speech, allowing her gut instinct and emotion to guide her through a decision. She is not the tactician of the Asteroids, and this is clear in the way she handles situations -- whatever seems right at the time will work. If presented with a plan of action, she'll trust others to know what they're doing and will go along with her part, and expects the others to follow suit. However, she fails to see beyond the immediate situation often times, dealing with the consequences only when they come rather than thinking ahead. Rushing into situations gets her into trouble quite frequently -- she is lucky to have people to hold her back from making a mistake -- but when she is passioniate about something, her main concern is getting it done or making her point. However, she is very focused on what she is doing when she does care intensely, and is often the sole person to see things through to the end. Her "tunnel vision" is both a help and a hindrance -- she is good at completing things, but she is terrible at seeing a bigger picture.

However, as much of a pillar of strength she can be to others as Syun is, she does have a great deal of doubt in her own abilities at times. Her greatest fear is failure: failure to write the correct character, failure to be a proper scholar, failure to be the polite maiden her culture desires, failure to live up to her familial duty, failure to help her friends -- and worst of all, failure to do her mission as a soldier. Given what she considers a second chance at proving that she is more than just a crazy, misfit daughter who can't write or paint to save her life, Syun would hate to disappoint now. As a result of feeling like a shame to her parents, it seems she tries to overcompensate for her lack of qualities by excessing in others -- i.e. talking too much, being extremely honest, having somewhat pigheaded determination, etc. While she may feel disappointed in herself for her own actions, she hates to admit her mistakes to others, and thusly gets upset at herself when she does have to make an apology. But she is a naturally social person, and quite easily gets over a fight with someone she's close to. Grudges are, after all, easier to hold when you have no sympathy for the other party.

In the vein of being social, it would seem natural that someone that exudes so many positive and strong qualities, such as intelligence, self-confidence, humility, loyalty, and passion, would make a fit lover. However, Syun is often too much of a goofball and a tomboy for any of her male friends to regard her as anything more than that -- even if she's coming of age, she doesn't fit the idea of a proper woman that the town matchmaker has. Within her small community, the prospect of romance seems slim to none, and she doesn't exactly mind -- she's not eager to be tied down already, not with the whole world waiting for her out there. But given the chance, she could be quite easily seduced and romanced, and even used due to her naivete in the ways of love. Hopefully, that doesn't happen, but for now, she's single and not particularly looking -- though she won't mind playing a few flirting games.

"Art is the truth of dreams given life. It is my duty to protect the Dreams of the innocent from being washed away -- I am Sailorjuno."

Senshi name: Sailorjuno

Element: Ink; Illustration

Colors: Black and Green

Weapon: A little over two feet long, the Magic Paintbrush has a glazed and dried bamboo handle of an inch and a half in diameter at its thickest, inset with small pieces of carved jade leaves running down its length, leading to the closed tip of solid gold. Its black bristles seem soft and dry to the touch, and have a gorgeous shine to them, but when placed upon a surface, always seem to be ready for painting.

Transformation Item: A simple six-inch paintbrush, with a bamboo handle and sleek black bristles. It is fine and delicate, with the symbol for 'Juno' carved into it.

Transformation Sequence: Paintbrush in hand, Syun's body begins fade out into a glowing silhouette, jade green in color mixed with sparkles, and her surroundings go to dark grey. Focusing on the object she is clasping, it, too, begins to glow in a vibrant gold as it grows thicker and longer, into its weapon form. The Magic Paintbrush is the first to return to cease its light form, and it frees itself from her grip, the bristles moving on their own to paint the areas where Sailorjuno's uniform appears, starting from her feet and working upwards. As it passes over a completed area, the outlines are flooded with colour and become solid, revealing her flesh once again. As the brush paints out her sleeves, she extends each arm, and the brush continues upwards until it makes it final touches on her tiara. As the uniform is completed, the brush flies back towards her hand, where she catches it and stands ready for battle.

Uniform: Based upon elements of Chinese garb, a black dress, made of shiny and heavy silk, reaches from the top of her chest and down to her upper thighs, creating a mini-skirt of sorts. Hemmed with a rich green, a mixture of the cloudy colour of jade and the deep, dark of emerald, a border of this silk runs over the top hem and in three overlapping, curved lines below her breasts. These are embroided a few inches above the thick matching sash at her waist, which wraps around into a knot in the back and allows more green cloth to hang below. Beneath the black body of the outfit is a loose, flowing skirt of thin, semi-transparent green cloth. Further transparent cloth is displayed at her arms: a couple of inches above her elbows, tight green silk sleeves (unattached to the rest of her outfit, and hemmed with borders of black silk) begin and extend to the middle of her forearm, from which sprouts flowing sleeves in a grey hue. Between the base of her neck and her collarbones rests a sailor collar of the same green silk, with one line of black piping running along the edge. Gracing the top of her head is the typical tiara: a diamond-shaped piece of jade set in a gold band, and covering her feet are simple black chinese slippers.

Attacks:  No formal attacks here -- where the others have a double dosage of fancy words and pretty special effects, Sailorjuno relies solely upon the use of her weapon: the Magic Paintbrush. Placed upon virtually any surface (with the exception of those which will not stain or hold liquids, such as a really smooth metal), Sailorjuno can paint anything her imagination comes up with and it will become reality. It never runs out of ink, though may cease to function if taken away from it's true owner or if Sailorjuno's creativity fails her. Of course, as she lacks a great deal of control and skill even with a paintbrush of a normal size, she really can't make that many threatening or detailed assailants to set upon her opponents. These often frail creations are often easy to cut down, and when they are, they seem to simply dissolve into puddles of ink absorbed by the ground. But with a bit of wit on her side, sometimes drawing the right object needed could turn the situation around, so she is not entirely weak with her weapon. If worse comes to worse, she can still smack people around with the pretty solid paintbrush and give someone a face full of ink. There is also the matter of having her energy drained -- just as certain attacks can only be used in a fight by her peers a limited number of times in a battle, each time something is created, depending on its depth, strength and longevity, it drains her own power. As unnattractive as they can be, her creations are essentially a part of her and the ink that flows from the brush can be considered her powers flowing into her work. However, if she eventually gains more discipline, builds up her stamina, and becomes more skilled at artistry, then perhaps she could someday be one of the most powerful soldiers around.

Fighting Style: Sailorjuno's weapon can be used as both an offensive or defensive weapon, as just about anything she is capable of drawing will spring to life. However, she is primarily used on the offense, as she can draw many obstacles...and stickfigures, to combat their enemies without having to fight hand-to-hand or exchange attacks.

Soldier Mission: Well, you know, it kind of sucks to have to find this Sailornarnia girl when you have very little clues about her -- but it's a job, isn't it? For all of her antics and her impulsiveness, being Sailorjuno isn't a game, it is a duty to the world, and of anyone amongst the Asteroids, duty probably means the most to Syun.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away from the Twin Kingdoms of the East, at the dawn of the Golden Age, travelers took refuge in a peaceful valley in the West. While it had been many years since the first exploration and the subsequent trade agreements between the two worlds, this was the first time anyone had dared to take a piece of this new land and claim it as their own, bringing along with them the magic of their homeland. They finally planted the seeds for a permanent residence in a fertile, almost hidden valley barely within the supposed borders of the Fifth Kingdom. The small village flourished in its new habitat -- growing into a massive and complex city of its own, following its own set of rules from their homeland. Though perhaps this would cause trouble for other rulers, at the time the reigning Naked Emperor I, was having his own problems, thus a treaty was formed between the settlers and the Emperor's cabinet, dubbing the new settlement of Wong Sing a city-state. It would continue to practice the laws of their own culture, so long as they could provide materials that could not be found anywhere else in the Nine Kingdoms. It took a couple of centuries, but finally the town of Wong Sing was built with pagodas that rose up to touch the clouds and decorated and elaborate homes for all families. Orchards of peaches and silk worms blossomed in the fertile valley, while enchanted fields of rice grew just beyond the edge of the prosperous city.

Peace took hold over the small community -- and as much trade was done between the Eastern settlers and their western counterparts, they were isolationists in terms of social practices and cultural diversity (or lack thereof). Perhaps the greatest change they undertook was the adoption of the English language that was common amongst the Western Kingdoms, and all people became bilingual. They were protected by magic brought from the East and created by their ancestors, and feared to lose or dilute their culture lest all of their good fortune fail. Thus, the community ceased to expand after several generations, and every family knew each other. Trade between the Twin Kingdoms, or what the people of Wong Sing called the "Old Kingdom", began to trickle down to a halt for dual reasons: for one, Wong Sing was very independent and could now rely solely on themselves, as their magic seemed even stronger in the lands of the West, and secondly because of changing times. While the settlers of Wong Sing were resistant to outside influence, the idea of Technology took hold over the Twin Kingdoms -- a change that would ultimately destroy their glory. They were considered old fashioned by the Twin Kingdoms, and eventually ties were broken as philosophies digressed from each other.

But as the Revolution of the East began, so did migration, and Wong Sing became a refuge for those who had made it away with their faith in magic in tact. It was a long and dangerous journey, but those who had made the trek were greeted warmly. Word of destruction in the Twin Kingdoms caused Wong Sing to become even more secluded, and their villagers far more resiliant to change or development. While trade still continues, making them prosperous, they are reluctant to let go of the past and greet newcomers into their families. The gene pools have expanded, but are already beginning to mix again, perhaps spelling out their own doom. However, magic thrives here, and Wong Sing seems to hold the last bits of it from the Twin Kingdoms.

Almost seventeen years ago, Syun Yau was the sixth and final child to be born to the Kui family -- an auspicious number of children if there ever was one. The Kui family was one of the original families who came to the Kingdoms of the West, a wealthy and respected family of Scholars who had been sent to record the history of the development for ages to come. They lived in one of the largest compounds in the city, close to the old archives, and worked directly under the Magistrate for every generation born. The ability to use words and write with an elegant flourish made them unique and the best calligraphers Wong Sing had to offer, and never did any one of the Kui fail to create beautiful works. It had seemed hereditary -- until Syun Yau came along.

Perhaps one of the greatest differences between the Wong Sing lifestyle and the way things had been in the Twin Kingdoms was that there was a stronger sense of gender equality, and thusly both genders were trained to take on the family trade. Starting at an early age, all of the Kuis were encouraged to draw or practice simple characters, and would go on to more complex things as they grew older. While Syun Yau seemed to show promise in her early years, she later appeared incapable of progressing beyond the simple subjects. While she could talk and read at an early age, she could not reproduce images or characters quite as well as she could recognize them. Her parents only hoped that this was just a delay -- all four of their sons and their other daughter had shown great promise -- and surely, Syun would get it eventually.

While she was a sweet and well-meaning girl, Syun Yau was not quite as lucky as her parents had hoped. She enjoyed outdoor activities and playing games over studying her characters, and whenever she set down to work, failed to meet the standards of her heritage. And as much progress had been made in sexism, the people of Wong Sing still believed in proper etiquette and extreme traditionalists frowned upon the tomboyish behavior shown by Syun. However, her parents never said anything to discourage her, simply shaking their heads quietly and still praying to the ancestors that she someday find her talent. Of course, she was good at at least one aspect of the Scholar's work -- she was good with words and verbal communication, loving to tell and listen to stories. She also had an insatiable desire to travel outside of Wong Sing to see the rest of the world, though few of their community had ever gone on voyages, and never had a Kui gone away from home before. Trade always came to their city, not the other way around.

Syun's parents were not the only ones who prayed to the ancestors: she, too, noticed the looks her parents gave her and did not want to dishonor her family name. Starting at the age of ten, she would go to their temple and would bring offerings in hopes that she would receive the abilities she was supposed to have been born with. Of course, this all seemed to be to no avail, though she was never discouraged from trying. As she grew, so did her siblings, and all had married by the time Syun was 13. The eldest remained in the family compound, while the others began their own families. Already an aunt, even her nieces and nephews seemed to do better than her. In fact, she was drawing ever closer to the age that most girls began looking for husbands -- and it was hoped that she could make something of herself if she were to be married off.

At the ripe age of fifteen, Syun was dressed up with the rest of the upper-class young maidens in Wong Sing to consult the Matchmaker. A harsh and deeply traditional old bag, the Matchmaker already had a grudge against the girl who was known to be a tomboy. In fact, even before meeting her in person, she had told Syun's mother that it would be almost hopeless to get anyone to marry her: she was far too independent to be desirable. But being of status, the Kui family refused to acknowledge this -- though when the meeting came, Syun bumbled her way through it and all prospects of marriage seemed to be quite low. Not only had she failed her family in her ability to inherit drawing skills, but she had managed to mess up any chances of being married off to a respectable family.

Humiliated and angered, she went to the temple of her ancestors, demanding to know why she would never face up to her family name, and wept until she fell asleep. It was when she awoke in the evening that she found a strange object clutched in her hand -- a delicate, beautiful paintbrush with the finest haired tip. It did not appear to be one of the brushes from their household, or at least none that she could recognize. Hearing the chatter of her nieces and nephews nearby, she quickly tucked the brush into her dress and kept it from the rest of her family as they rushed over to her, asking to play. Cheered up by their innocence, she agreed to do so after she had changed her outfit.

Finally coming to bed that night, she gave it a further inspection and found an odd symbol on it -- it was not a character of the Chinese language, nor was it one of the letters of the English alphabet. It gave off a green glow when she brushed her finger over it, and tingled in her palm -- clearly, this was an object of strong, and probably ancient, magic. And Syun knew in her heart that it belonged to her. In the middle of the night, she snuck out of her room to test its magic, and dipped it in a pot of ink in the study. Tracing out one of the complex figures from her study papers, nothing happened, and for a moment she doubted her theory. But then again, the character had come out extremely imperfect, and so she decided to test out one of the very basic symbols: the character for fire.

And to her immense surprise, a small burst of fire, the size of the character, flared up from the paper and started to burn a hole in it. With a quiet shriek, she leapt back, shutting her eyes before it could burn her flesh -- but upon opening them, found that nothing was there except the simple character. It could have been her imagination playing tricks on her, but she was quite certain that its heat was real, as the light burn on her fingertips would attest to. Though slightly sore, she called it quits for the evening and decided to investigate it further another day. After many other tests, it seemed that she could paint various illusions with the brush -- images sprung to life, though only briefly. As much fun as she could have with it, Syun kept it hidden in her room -- also because she couldn't make that many images work with her...well, lack of skill.

It was not until a great and unnatural drought swept across the fields of Wong Sing in the sweltering summer before Syun's sixteenth birthday. The river leading to the lush wetlands where the rice fields had been cultivated was mysteriously dried up and was down to a trickle, causing a great many problems in their portion of the Fifth Kingdom. The Magistrate sought assistance from the Naked Emperor IV, and his councilors sent out a party to investigate this problem, but could find no reason why the stream had been diverted. To their eyes, they could see water flowing down to the city, but it was clearly an illusion. However, they could lend no help in solving this problem, only support in providing food and water for consumption, and the people of Wong Sing were forced to fend for themselves on the issue.

Though the government requested the best of all of the magic practitioners they could find, all of their wisdom was taking too long. Finally, it seemed to Syun, the time had come to use her gift of great magic to break whatever spell had been placed upon their town. Perhaps she could do something to finally bring honor to her family. She left the village in secrecy, her family quite busy looking through all of the ancient archives to see if anything such as this had ever happened to their people before and if there was a solution. It took her a day to get there on her own, but she arrived safely enough at the place where the river ran dry. Leaping into the dry bed, she drew her paintbrush out and began to draw a massive symbol for water, hoping that she could make its magic more than an illusion. Nearly breaking her back in the process, she finally finished the image by sunset, but nothing happened. No matter how hard she concentrated, the figure would only glow dully for a moment and then fade away. Finding herself stuck in a rut once again, Syun slumped to her knees and prayed to her ancestors: it had worked once before, it could happen again.

And in a sudden flash of light, she found herself rising up and absorbed in a bright light, a soft music flooding her ears. When she opened her eyes, she found herself clad in a strange outfit of black and green, and that the paintbrush had grown to massive proportions. Using this enlarged weapon, Syun, or Sailorjuno as she found herself being called, traced the symbol again. And lo and behold, the ink melted into a puddle of water which spread across the basin, reaching up to her ankles. To her puzzlement, it ran upstream rather than down, and within moments the river bed shook and the sound of a raging river roared towards her. She managed to escape the massive flood in just enough time, and in another flash, was back in her normal clothing. Though it was never found out who had placed the spell on the river in the first place, Sailorjuno had broken it, and Syun returned home to a massive celebration.

They thought it had been a miracle, that the ancestors had forgiven them for their unknown offense -- and in a way, perhaps they were right. Her family had become worried sick about her and were glad to have her home, not knowing that she was responsible for saving their people -- nor did she ever tell them. After all, it was perhaps even too fantastical an event for her. Even a year later, she is still berated and a disappointment to her family, but knew that this would not be the last time Sailorjuno made her appearance.

Part VII: Miscellaneous

Sailorjuno Transformed
Kui Syun Yau (sketch)
Syun colored

Soundtrack:
"32 Flavors" - Alana Davis
"Invisible Ink" - Aimee Mann
"Just A Little Bit" - Maria Mena
"Reflection" - Lea Salonga (...yes, you knew it was coming. The movie version of the song from Mulan, because Christina Aguilera is a ho :c )