Sayaka Miki

 ✖ PLAYER:
Name & DW Journal:  Xiv | <user name =”xiv”>
Birthdate & Age: 18 (8/19/93)
Characters played: N/A

✖ CHARACTER:
Name: Sayaka Miki
Canon: Pulla Magi Madoka Magica
PB/Image: <img src=http://www.rabbitpoets.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Sayaka-Miki-Prime.jpg>
Info Links: <a href=” http://wiki.puella-magi.net/Main_Page”>Madoka Magica Wiki</a>

<a href=” http://wiki.puella-magi.net/Madoka_Magica”> Main Anime Wiki Page</a>

<a href=” http://wiki.puella-magi.net/Sayaka_Miki”>Sayaka’s Wiki Page</a>
Canon Point: Before facing off with Elsa Maria
Gender & Sex: Female.
Age: 14
Birthdate/Sign: Sayaka does not have a canon birthday.

I’ve chosen February 20^th for her, making her a Pisces. I believe Sayaka fits as a Pisces due in part to her strong thematic connection to the color blue and water (Her witch form is a mermaid) as well as many aligning traits. Sayaka consistently shows selfless behavior, even to a fault, instead looking negatively at herself. She can often get temperamental and act a bit irrationally, being open with and exerting her emotions. She was gullible enough to never pick up on Kyubey’s tricks, but always looks out for other people, especially those she cares about. Additionally, music is very important to Sayaka, which also sticks out as a creative trait matching her to the Pisces sign.

Tattoo: About an inch and a half long on her right side, bordering the hipbone.

Suitability: As a Puella Magi, Sayaka is already exposed to a very grim and bleak life. Every day she walks the tightrope between life and certain death. She’s even been forced to experience watching one of her closest friends and role model be decapitated. Sayaka understands that sacrifices need to be made, and that her own happiness and well being doesn’t mean anything when compared to justice being done and the well being of other people. She’s resolute that she can handle these things by herself, and can be pretty strong and brave in serious situations (When she isn’t completely out of her mind.) There’s no doubt that Sayaka’s selfless behavior will surface here, and she’ll always be looking to help people out and take up their burdens no matter what the cost.

That isn’t to say handling sexual situations is going to be a walk in the park for her. There’s no evidence that she’s ever been in a relationship, though she does seem to have an understanding of sex and sexuality. When a friend infers that she was engaging in sexual activities with Madoka, she simply shakes her head and mutters, “I can’t believe she’s going there…” She’d probably have to take it slow at first, but ultimately accept it as something she has to do for the benefit of herself and everyone around her. It might not be the easiest thing she’d ever had to do, and it’s more than likely she’ll have trouble with this aspect of her new life at first. But if adapting to this type of lifestyle is essential to everyone’s well being, and her only hope of ever getting back to where she’s needed, there’s no question. She’s going to do it.

Power: Canon – Her regenerative abilities. Because Sayaka used her wish to heal someone, her body has the power to heal itself incredibly quickly and reduce the severity of wounds. It’s noted that an injury that should have put her in the hospital for weeks manages to take just moments to mend itself. This could of course be limited by slowing how quickly the abilities work as what kind of wounds can or cannot be healed.

Personality: Before Kyubey, before becoming a Puella Magi, Sayaka was a relatively normal girl living a relatively normal life. She’s kind to those she holds dear, often teasing and goofing off with Madoka and Hitomi. Full of energy, she does her best to keep a smile on her face and that of those around her. A bit boyish, she rarely holds back what she’s thinking, and is much more outgoing and lively than most of her friends. She acts casually, talks like any other kid her age, and gets embarrassed around the boy she likes. That all said, Sayaka can still be rigid and bullheaded towards the people who give her or her friends trouble. When Homura first transfers to her school, acting suspicious and mysterious (on top of trying to kill Kyubey) Sayaka begins to regularly refer to her as a psycho, and the girl never fully escapes Sayaka’s unbridled, yet somewhat childish scorn. When she’s mad or frustrated, she even might start acting irrational, even saying things she’ll later regret (Such as chewing out Madoka because she “could never understand her”) or blaming those who aren’t guilty (She never stops believing Homura to be responsible for Mami’s death somehow). She’ll get excited about what she thinks is particularly cool or interesting, and worries during crisis both small and large. Sayaka tends to be a bit less prim and proper than Hitomi, as well as a bit more aggressive and argumentative than Madoka. She isn’t particularly intellectual, but more than makes up for it in her resolve of character. One of her major hobbies is listening to music, especially classical, which is something of a huge part in her life; a symbol of the impact that her childhood friend and love interest Kyousuke has had on her. But for all of these qualities that make her a normal teenage girl, that make her just another face in the crowd, Sayaka has a very special quality about her, and a mindset that sets her apart from most girls her age—magical and otherwise. This is just the Sayaka on the surface.

These traits become most apparent during her foray into the dangerous world of being a Puella Magi. After being inspired (And rescued!) by Mami, Sayaka began to act more bravely, fighting alongside her (Or as much fighting you can do against monsters with a sparkly baseball bat) while full of purpose. Knowing that she was making a difference by helping Mami, that she could do it even more so if she herself became a Puella Magi made it seem so appealing. The exhilaration would do little to erase her fears about becoming a Puella Magi herself however, and Sayaka manages to be serious and introspective enough not to make such life-changing decisions on whims alone. But the decision also gives her a little perspective on herself, and she began to see herself in a more negative light. Claiming herself “blissfully ignorant,” she figured that she couldn’t make the decision because there wasn’t anything she wanted bad enough to wish for. It was a chance she didn’t deserve, and it sickened her. Sayaka doesn’t ever want to be the one watching people suffer, she’d much rather take up that burden for them. She has no right to anything, to be on the other side.

The boy she loves, Kyousuke, a violinist who could no longer play because of an accident is crucial to her development as both a person and her Puella Magi. Watching someone who doesn’t deserve it have to suffer, someone with so much talent that they’re forced to waste in a hospital bed tortured her. No matter how much she pleaded that he shouldn’t give up hope, to believe that he could get better like she did in her own heart, she couldn’t get through to him. He was a lost person, and she couldn’t do anything for him. Her sorrow towards Kyousuke combined with Mami’s death, and Homura’s seemingly selfish actions, she came to a decision. If she could make Kyousuke happy, and give his life purpose again, it would be worth it to put her life in danger and become a Puella Magi, and a different kind of one at that—one that fights for justice, not just for her own personal gain. Someone kind like Mami was. That would be her purpose.  The selfless attitude of her becomes magnified and never subsides.

Sayaka always tries her hardest as a Puella Magi, to protect innocent people. She fights when she has to, and she fights fiercely when she does. So badly did she want to be a powerful, selfless heroine, and stayed to protect others and fight for justice. But Sayaka fell prey to her own naivety. Overwhelmingly idealistic about her morality, she was crushed time after time. The realization that she had become just an empty shell walking around without a real soul, someone who can’t even feel pain, was almost too much for her to bear. It broke her enough to allow her to spiral into despair. Disgusted by herself, sickened by innumerable injustices, and erring on the side of irrational, Sayaka began battling Witches recklessly, with little regard for her own safety. It becomes her breath, fighting witches. Protecting other people is all she had, because if she has become a monster, the only thing she can do is keep everyone else from the same grim fate and from dying. At one point, she says to herself “There’s no point in living if I can no longer fight witches.” Among fits of tears, shrieks of horror, and puddles of blood, Sayaka puts everyone and everything important to her before herself. Everything comes before herself.

"Zodion" First Person Network Entry: 

[The girl manages to bear a smile when she comes on screen, but she still manages to look a little uneasy, a little nervous.]

So uh, this is…really happening, I guess. [She looks around herself, as if to make sure everything is just as real as it was the moment prior. The truth is that she hasn’t had time to settle in, or even sit down to think things through. Since she arrived, she’s existed in one constant burst of unstable emotions. Witches…There’s witches crawling all over back home, and she needs to go and fight them. She needs to stop them. Why was she brought here? If this is some paradise, she knows she definitely doesn’t deserve it. And if this is a prison, she can’t afford to be here.

Her teeth grit underneath what is now a very fake smile.]

I know I probably sound really stupid, because I’m sure all of you have been through this before and have been here a lot longer than me but…Doesn’t it bother you? I have an important job, something only I am capable of, and if I’m not back at home, everything could fall apart. If I’m not there to help everyone, what good am I? [By now the smile has most definitely faded into frustrated, pursed lips.]

I can’t be here. I have to go back! [Her head droops, and her hand wanders down to her belly-button—the place the gem sits when in her magical girl form.]

Time is a luxury I don’t have.

"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry: 

The contents of the box were splayed out next to her, the letter and device. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt, squeezing out her frustrations until her knuckles lost all semblance of color. Her shoes scraped the floor, and she settled herself down on the ground beside the altar. The ceremony, or whatever it was, was over and she couldn’t feel sicker about it. Chosen again, stolen away from the life she had again. Sayaka picked up the letter once more, peering along its contents carefully. Each word is read over and over, carefully repeating the meaning over and over in her head.

“This is so stupid,” she threw the letter down, which really didn’t do much towards satisfying her anger. It just floats delicately through the air before landing back down over her ankles. It’s almost as if it were taunting her.

Sayaka pulled her skirt down enough to where just her tattoo was placed, staring down at it with glassy eyes. First she lost her life, lost her freedom because of Kyubey, and now once again she has been robbed, only this time she couldn’t make the decision that damns her. Once again somebody, something owns her, and once again she can’t escape it. Only this time, the stakes weren’t just Kyousuke and a normal life. Now she has to abandon all of her friends, her home, everything. The witches are going to tear that place apart; it’ll be left up to those selfish Puella Magi.

How could this happen? Now she couldn’t do anything. What’s for her here if she can’t fight witches?

“This must be some mistake. I’m not some savior…I’m a bad girl.”

So many emotions swam in utter chaos in her head. The truth is, she didn’t know how to feel, and so she just dug her fingernails into her own skin, as if telling herself how worthless this situation makes her would make it go away. This couldn’t possibly be happening again, she couldn’t bear it this time.

And so she lifts herself off the ground, crumpling the letter and stuffing the device into her pocket. Her shoes clack loudly against the stone floor as she stomps her way out into the open, a darkened, but somewhat resolved look in her eyes.

She was going to get out of here.

She had to.