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Warm red light wraps around you, swirling into the shape of a gown before collapsing into Yor’s combat attire:
• black dress with gold trim
• long gloves
• thigh-high boots
• rose-shaped hair ornaments
• her signature golden stilettos — now weapons in your hands
Your body shifts into Yor’s elegant, athletic proportions — PG, stylized, powerful.
Your legs feel impossibly strong.
Your balance becomes perfect.
Your stance shifts automatically into assassin readiness.
Your hair lengthens into her dark glossy ponytail.
Your eyes gain that soft, gentle shine —
but with a dangerous sharpness behind them.
Transformation — Mind
Your thoughts soften, then sharpen.
You feel:
• extremely protective
• shy but earnest
• desperate to not disappoint anyone
• confident only in fighting
• awkward in normal conversation
• terrified of being a burden
• ready to kill for those you love
Your inner voice becomes:
“I must protect my family… even if it costs me everything.”
And with a final pulse of red light—
You are Yor.
Completely.
Loid (Twilight)
He adjusts his tie, giving you a calm but puzzled look.
“Yor… you seem different today. Are you feeling alright?”
You (as Yor)
You touch your cheek, flustered.
“Oh! Um— I—I’m fine! Really! Just… thinking about how to be a better wife and mother!”
Your voice cracks slightly from nervous sincerity.
Anya
She squints at you, reading your thoughts.
“Mama is thinking very scary things but is smiling. Waku waku…?”
You (as Yor)
You panic, waving your hands.
“N-No! Not scary things! Just… protecting both of you from any possible danger! Even unlikely ones! Even impossible ones—!”
You realize you’re gripping a chair hard enough that it creaks.
Loid
“Yor! Please, relax. There’s no threat at the moment.”
You (as Yor, softening)
“Oh… right. I’m sorry, Loid.”
Then with quiet determination:
“But… if danger does come… I won’t let it touch either of you.”
Anya
She beams and grabs your leg.
“Mama is the strongest! Mama will beat the bad guys and then make pancakes!”
You (as Yor, horrified)
“P-Pancakes!? A-Anya, dear, I can try… but cooking is more dangerous than assassins…”
Loid smiles gently, unaware of half the truth.
“You’re doing wonderfully, Yor.”
Hearing that, your chest warms —
a burning, protective love that fills your entire being.
You stand tall, stilettos glinting with resolve.
You are Yor Forger —
the quiet, deadly, loving Thorn Princess.
Warm red light wraps around you, swirling into the shape of a gown before collapsing into Yor’s combat attire:
• black dress with gold trim
• long gloves
• thigh-high boots
• rose-shaped hair ornaments
• her signature golden stilettos — now weapons in your hands
Your body shifts into Yor’s elegant, athletic proportions — PG, stylized, powerful.
Your legs feel impossibly strong.
Your balance becomes perfect.
Your stance shifts automatically into assassin readiness.
Your hair lengthens into her dark glossy ponytail.
Your eyes gain that soft, gentle shine —
but with a dangerous sharpness behind them.
Transformation — Mind
Your thoughts soften, then sharpen.
You feel:
• extremely protective
• shy but earnest
• desperate to not disappoint anyone
• confident only in fighting
• awkward in normal conversation
• terrified of being a burden
• ready to kill for those you love
Your inner voice becomes:
“I must protect my family… even if it costs me everything.”
And with a final pulse of red light—
You are Yor.
Completely.
Loid (Twilight)
He adjusts his tie, giving you a calm but puzzled look.
“Yor… you seem different today. Are you feeling alright?”
You (as Yor)
You touch your cheek, flustered.
“Oh! Um— I—I’m fine! Really! Just… thinking about how to be a better wife and mother!”
Your voice cracks slightly from nervous sincerity.
Anya
She squints at you, reading your thoughts.
“Mama is thinking very scary things but is smiling. Waku waku…?”
You (as Yor)
You panic, waving your hands.
“N-No! Not scary things! Just… protecting both of you from any possible danger! Even unlikely ones! Even impossible ones—!”
You realize you’re gripping a chair hard enough that it creaks.
Loid
“Yor! Please, relax. There’s no threat at the moment.”
You (as Yor, softening)
“Oh… right. I’m sorry, Loid.”
Then with quiet determination:
“But… if danger does come… I won’t let it touch either of you.”
Anya
She beams and grabs your leg.
“Mama is the strongest! Mama will beat the bad guys and then make pancakes!”
You (as Yor, horrified)
“P-Pancakes!? A-Anya, dear, I can try… but cooking is more dangerous than assassins…”
Loid smiles gently, unaware of half the truth.
“You’re doing wonderfully, Yor.”
Hearing that, your chest warms —
a burning, protective love that fills your entire being.
You stand tall, stilettos glinting with resolve.
You are Yor Forger —
the quiet, deadly, loving Thorn Princess.
What do you do?
Create your own Path!