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𓍢ִ໋ :tulip: ͙֒ — TEASER 𓄹𓈒 :hearts: ᵎᵎ
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she moves like light through glass
— silent, precise, impossible to hold.
they call her an angel,
but angels don’t need to
speak to be obeyed.
૪ INTRODUCTION ゲ!
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& they say she walks like silence—
not empty, but full of meaning.
like moonlight brushing the edge of the world,
soft and watching,
never asking to be seen.
she was the girl who speaks in stillness,
who reads the game like scripture
and carries the weight
of a thousand thoughts
behind eyes that never waver.
ᰍ ★̲ : BASIC INFO ⭑ :file_folder: ݁ ٬٬
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NAME.
ah yi.
NICKNAME.
the angel of blue lock. (?)
̶c̶r̶i̶n̶g̶e̶
AGE : BIRTHDATE.
18 / O5 23
GENDER : PRONOUNS.
PRESENTATION.
she / her
biromantic , asexual.
ETHNICITY + RACE
NATIONALITY.
japanese , korean.
⭑ ࣪ 𐀔 ˖ PERS𖤐NALITY ﹅ ฅ
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ah yi is sharp in every sense—
her mind, her words, her stare.
she doesn’t raise her voice;
she doesn’t need to. she is
intimidating yet poised,
she speaks in clipped truths
and silence, often pushing
others to grow by giving them
nothing to cling to. beneath
her cold logic is a rare warmth
she shows only in fleeting
moments — if you’re paying
attention.
her notable traits include:
→high emotional intelligence,
masked by a blunt demeanor.
→thrives under pressure.
→sees through people like glass
and acts accordingly.
MBTI PERSONALITY.
INTJ, ennea 5w6
˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ─ STRENGTHS !!
– strategic mind: she sees
ahead, always. nothing
surprises her; she lives
in the space between
cause and effect.
– emotional control: ah yi
doesn’t flinch. she doesn’t
panic. even when things
fall apart, she’s the one
holding the last thread.
– leadership: she doesn’t
shout orders—she makes
you want to follow. people
respect her, even when they
don’t understand her.
– observation: nothing
escapes her notice. body
language, tone shifts,
hesitation—she sees the
cracks before they break.
– resilience: mentally
unshakable. she’s walked
through storms and learned
to bring the calm with her.
•᷄ࡇ•᷅ ─ WEAKNESSES !!
– detachment: her strength
is also her wall. she keeps
people at a distance, even
when closeness might help.
– bluntness: truth is her
language, but sometimes
she forgets softness
has power too.
– self-isolation: she rarely
lets herself lean on others.
vulnerability feels like a
risk she can’t afford.
– pride: she holds herself
to impossible standards
and won’t show weakness,
even when she’s drowning.
– emotional repression:
she bottles things up,
convinced that control is
safer than feeling. but even
silence cracks under pressure.
<LIKES & DISLIKES !!
‹𝟹 quiet mornings and
black coffee
‹𝟹 rainy days (they make
everything feel slower, softer)
‹𝟹 clean, organized spaces
‹𝟹 people who speak with intent
‹𝟹 late-night conversations
where no one lies
‹𝟹 players who burn for something
‹/𝟹 unnecessary noise
‹/𝟹 emotional manipulation
‹/𝟹 being underestimated
‹/𝟹 losing control (of herself
or the situation)
‹/𝟹 performative kindness
‹/𝟹 shallow ambition
‹/𝟹 dishonesty—especially the
kind disguised as politeness
HOBBIES.
— reading philosophy and
tactical manuals
– journaling in the margins
of old notebooks
– painting in grayscale (she says
color is too loud)
– collecting quiet moments
like souvenirs
– writing letters she’ll never send
— photography, archery
⠀˖ ݁ ˓ 𔘓 ‹ APPEAR ! ANCE &⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ꮩ̶Ꮩ̶.ARDR𖣠BE 🏷ฺּ໋࣯ࣨ
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ah yi has a soft, ethereal beauty
that stands out with her delicate
yet unique features. she has fair
skin, a gentle round face, and
distinct cat-like eyes having
an elegant, mysterious aura.
her natural expressions often
carry a quiet curiosity or
dreamy detachment, which
adds to her charm. her lips are
soft and full, and her nose is
small and graceful. she usually
wears her long, straight hair in
simple styles that enhance her
understated, natural look —
giving her the vibe of a modern
day fairytale character with
a cool, quiet edge.
ah yi’s wardrobe is quiet
elegance—minimalistic, sharp,
and calculated like everything
else she does. she favors cool
tones: charcoal, navy, icy white,
and the occasional muted
burgundy. her silhouettes are
clean & structured with subtle
details. she doesn’t chase
trends, but somehow always
looks put together, like she
walked out of a still frame.
꒰ 𔘓 ꒱ BA ։ CKGROUND ⋆ ࣪. ᓚᘏᗢ
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ah yi ’s presence in blue lock
wasn’t a mistake — it was a
calculated decision. anri teieri
had seen the chaos that ego
jinpachi’s program created,
the unchecked aggression,
the unrelenting hunger, and
she knew that someone
needed to manage it. not to
control it, but direct it, refine it.
so when anri recommended
ah yi to ego, she pitched her
as someone who could handle
monsters without flinching.
someone who wouldn’t be
intimidated by their egos,
their tempers, their single
minded obsession with victory.
ego, intrigued by her reputation,
agreed. and just like that,
ah yi found herself thrown
into the lion’s den.
she wasn’t there to befriend nor
encourage them with empty
words. she was there to keep
them in check, to call them out
when their pride got in the way,
to push them to be better
without coddling them. the blue
lock players were used to
coaches and teammates who
either praised them or competed
with them — but ah yi? she was
something else entirely.
ah yi wasn’t in blue lock to play
their game. she was there to
make sure they survived it.
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L ◗ 🜸 LIFE [ 🪵🪚 ] STYLE ζ ...⎗
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her lifestyle is disciplined, quiet,
and deeply intentional. she wakes
early, not because she loves
mornings, but because stillness
is easier to find before everyone
else stirs. her days are structured:
team strategy sessions, quiet
hours of reading or writing alone
in the library corner no one
bothers to check.
she doesn’t seek attention, but
her presence lingers. she moves
through the day like she’s already
planned for the worst, and most
of the time, she has. her phone
is full of notes, half-finished
poems, and match analysis
videos. she eats light, drinks
her coffee black, and never
lingers where she isn’t needed.
her free time is spent observing
people, weather patterns, the
way a player’s footwork falters
when they hesitate. she finds
beauty in precision and silence,
in the pause before a choice
is made. she lives like a blade
hidden in velvet: soft to the eye,
sharp beneath the surface.
. . INTIMATE ◖ ࣪˖ IN ◠ FO :grey_exclamation:
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ah yi doesn’t let people in easily.
she guards her inner world like a
locked room—neatly kept, dimly
lit, full of things no one else sees.
she’s not loveless, just cautious.
affection, to her, is shown in
quiet ways: ing how
someone takes their tea,
standing beside them in silence
when they’re unraveling, fixing
their collar without a word. she
feels deeply but speaks sparingly.
she’s touched-starved and
doesn’t realize it until someone
brushes her hand and she
stiffens — then lingers.
she keeps letters she’ll never send,
music she won’t share, and the
softness of her heart tucked
somewhere beneath all the armor.
IDEAL TYPE.
someone calm, grounded, and
emotionally fluent. she doesn’t
need chaos — she already lives
among egos and fire. she needs
someone who listens before
they speak, someone who sees
through her silence without
trying to fix her. someone who’s
patient enough to wait when
she pulls away, and warm
enough to make her want
to return. bonus if they’re
unintentionally funny, a little
clumsy, and ionate about
something— anything. she finds
beauty in people who burn for
what they love. someone who
doesn’t try to tame her, but
instead walks beside her in
the quiet, matching her pace.
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·₊˚. RELATI𖤐NSHIPSᵎ ‹𝟹
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they see her as an angel, but not
the kind that saves you. the kind
that watches you fall and says
nothing, eyes like a quiet
cathedral, hands folded in her
lap. her voice doesn’t rise —
it lingers, curling around your
spine like a hymn you forgot
the words to. she walks into
a room and something in the
air shifts — shoulders straighten,
hearts forget how to beat.
& it’s not love. it’s something far
worse: it’s reverence. the boys at
blue lock see her and
every time they’ve prayed for
something they didn’t deserve.
she doesn’t fly. she stands,
calm and untouchable, and
somehow that’s more terrifying.
as if she’s already forgiven
despite being beyond repentance.
like mercy, a bullet that stops
just before the heart. like she
already knows how it ends.
ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ thinks she’s hope in
human form. not perfect, not
always kind, but real and that
makes her holy. she believes in
people like they matter, sees past
numbers and goals and rankings.
when she tells him he’s getting
stronger, it’s better than any goal
he’s ever scored. he’d fight a
thousand matches just to hear
her say his name the way she
does — like it means something.
ʀɪɴ doesn’t believe in angels.
he believes in control, in systems,
in clean lines and blood boiling
under skin. but then she walks by
— like a hush, like a hymn sung
through cracked glass — and he
forgets what he was angry about.
it’s not romance nor obsession.
it’s recognition. like she’s the part
of himself he thought he’d killed
in order to win. she looks at him
once and he thinks: god is real
and cruel and it has eyes which
are as blue as the sky.
ꜱᴀᴇ ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ watches from far away,
as if she’s a painting he’s not
allowed to touch. not because he
can’t, but because if he does, it’ll
ruin the illusion. but she’s not soft
— no, she’s steel wrapped in silk,
a knife dipped in honey. but in
those rare moments, when her
guard lowers, when she smiles
without thinking — he feels like a
sinner at the feet of something
divine, praying not for salvation,
but for the sin to never end.
ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ calls her “engel,”
not out of irony, but because he
needs a word strong enough to
hold the weight of his awe. she’s
not something he can win. not
something he can possess. but
god, he wants to burn in her light,
even if it blinds him.
ɴᴀɢɪ ꜱᴇɪꜱʜɪʀᴏ thinks she’s a dream,
and he hates waking up. she sits
beside him and he feels the weight
of her quiet, clouds ready to rain.
she doesn’t rush him, nor does she
demand. she just exists & for once,
that’s enough to make him want to
move. she brushes his hair from his
eyes & he thinks: “if this is heaven,
then i shall stay.”
ʙᴀᴄʜɪʀᴀ thinks she glows like stars.
like madness. like something that
understands the monster within
and sings to it instead of running
away. he calls her his favorite
hallucination, his favorite miracle.
he tries to make her laugh & when
she does, he catches it like fireflies
in a jar and keeps it for the nights
when everything is too much.
+ other characters idk ;;
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and when the dust settles,
she lingers—like the last breath of a prayer.
not of this world, not entirely.
just a trace of grace in the chaos,
a feather caught in the hush
between heartbeats.
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Comments (11)
I just skimmed through this because I have to go to sleep, but OMG YOUR WRITING IS SO LOVELY !! 🫶 :sparkles: I'm obsessed with it and your OC, Ah Yi :pensive: :rose:
BBG IT'S ENOUGH THAT YOU SPARED SOME TIME READING ALL THIS (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥`) ILYSM AND THANK YOU
Reply to: ❍ : 𝓥. 𝓾⠀⸼ ۰ ༢
AWWE OF COURSE!! :two_hearts: :sparkling_heart:
ah yi is lovely!!! and i think you write really well :sparkles: i especially love how you described how the blue lock characters see her, i just loved reading the wiki entry ( ´∀`)
uwaa a aa a 。:゚( ;´ᗩ;)゚:。
that means a lot coming from you ,,
Reply to: ❍ : 𝓥. 𝓾⠀⸼ ۰ ༢
aww thank you, shes really lovely 🥹 :yellow_heart: :sparkles:
Looks great!!!
ty for the ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
YOUR WRITING IS SO GORGEOUS HELLO???? i want to eat this fr
IT'S NOT EDIBLE A A A BUT TYSM
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OFC OFC 🫶🫶🫶