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♬♪Q u i e t the M u s i c
♪M y N a m e »
N a t s u k o x U m e k i, They said
♪G e n d e r »
Sitting = F e m a l e
♪B- D a y»
J u l y :: Twenty :: E i g h t
♪A g e »
S e v e n T e e n
♪R a c e »
E l f, See the ears?
♪Y e a r »
T h i r d x Y e a r
♪D o r m »
D.E.A.F.s get a x H i d e o u t
♬♪The R e b e l In Me
♪J u s t M e »
Bold to Rebellious, Outspoken to Thoughtful, Uncaring to Pithy
The Rebel
♪R e f l e c t i o n »
The [ D ] isguise
One could describe Natsuko's hair as sort of scruffy and turns from straight to mildly wavy. The length reaches about the waist and sometimes either just let loose or loosely tied down. When she is outside her hair color seems brown, but inside it is actually a dark brown, black color. Sometimes she even puts random clips into it or braid a small part of it. Other than that she leave it be, and as for brushing it, well she uses a very minimal amount of effort in that field. Her bangs sometimes cover her eyes and so if you see her shaking her head randomly it's because the hairs are in her eyes and she just wants them out of her view. Natsuko's skin color isn't the normal pale that most Japanese people is.
It's not completely tan but it is tanner than most people, and she inherits that from her race. Another important aspect of her is that she isn't fond with showing her ears. It's not a lack of pride it's just people tend to stare, so she hides them with her hair. Sometimes she can't hide it all the time so her ears will poke out a little. As for her eyes well sometimes they are hidden from her hair, and when they are seen she has them squinted and small, but when she's upset or angry, they seem to get bigger, as well when she is alone and calm. The color would be a dark brown tint, that may occasionally seem black, or a gray color. There isn't much left for her face. She tends to keep her face natural and absolutely no make-up. Natsuko does with herself what she will, whether it's approved in modern society or not.
The [ F ] igure
When someone thinks of an elf woman they think tall and majestic. Natsuko is tall but she isn't as tall as they are. Not that she would know how tall they are, but anyways her height would be five foot seven inches. As for her weight, she has no idea why it is just a hundred and thirty but it is. She eats enough, not stuffing her face, but enough when she is hungry. Natsuko thinks it's just because of her work outs. You could say she has some muscle in her upper arms and strong calves, but as for anywhere else it's just bones.
Her hands are thin and slender, despite all the fire working she does with her hands. Her chest isn't huge, but at a modest size, and Natsuko likes it that way. To her having a small size would be easier to move. Sadly her hips aren't sexy or big, but rather thin and small. Still they move all the same so should it matter to her? As for thighs they are average and somewhat tight and muscular but that's also from her work outs. When it comes to her feet however, she feels they are best covered in shoes.
The [ P ] resence
Natsuko's outfit is somewhat punkish, but she prefers gypsy like. She enjoys dark colors, like dark blue, or green colors. Teal is another favorite or hers so her outfit generates around those colors. She enjoys scarfs too, when the weather permits. As for necklaces she enjoys Celtic necklaces or just black elastic. Natsuko is defiantly an accessory person. She enjoys arm nets and hand gloves, and even silver bracelets.
Rings are another favorite of hers, but piercings, she dislikes. Tattoos are another no-no, but she does end up taking pens or markers and drawing on body. When it comes to belts she enjoys brown, thick, leather ones. Natsuko is defiantly not a skirt person. She despises cutesy mini skirts, and so it's plain to see she hates the school uniform. She's more a pants person. Baggy pants that is, and she usually tricks it out the way she likes it.
Maybe a little doodle, some strings, anything really. As for shoes, she varies from sneakers to converse. Sometimes she wears jackets with hoods, or shirts with hoods. For the shirts, she doesn't believe in advertising pointless shops, so she usually wears simple multi-colored shirts. Actually not very many colors, just black, green, blue, and occasionally brown.
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♪D e e p Within »
It's hard to place Natsuko. She isn't a punk rocker, but she does get in someone's face if they bother her or annoy her. There isn't much of a difference between her school life and her D.E.A.F. life. At school she is just as icy and reclusive. Natsuko is the type to eat alone or be in the back of the class sleeping. She likes being by herself and when someone really annoying, childish, or dumb interrupts that, well she blows up in their face. If you aren't any of those, she might let you talk to you, but don't expect her to be too interested in the topic, nor expect her to put too much input of her own life in it. If she just so happens to like you, and this takes much time to gain, she may give some humor, and give some quiet responses. With D.E.A.F it's more of a business thing. As in, she won't mock them, but neither does she enjoy conversing with them too much.
As for with friends, well she doesn't have any. She doesn't plan on making any at the school. Maybe she'll lead you to thinking that your her friend, but she doesn't mean it. The closest people to friends would be her co-workers in D.E.A.F., but even then she's against her will. Natsuko is very much against authority. Who says they can take control of her? She is very strong in her belief of 'free will'. At school she won't be the first to throw knives, but she will, if she doesn't feel like doing much, disobey the teacher. Of course being a teacher they have to yell at her for not doing her work. This then leads to her yelling back about free will and that she can do her work when she feels like it. Her grades at school aren't the best, but only because of homework.
If you asked her to rant or lecture about a certain subject, then you can see all her intelligence. She just prefers to keep it hidden instead of every other pompous fool who announces their intelligence with silly stupid ideas such as grades. When in D.E.A.F. she is a bit more respectful, but only to some. The Leader and Jiro of course, but anyone else she considers an equal so there isn't too much obedience in their area. Even with Jiro and the Leader, she tends to get restless. It usually just passes and eventually she'll do what is asked. With her given knowledge she knows something isn't right with the story she has, thus she rebels a little, but with the for sure knowledge she has, she chooses to be in D.E.A.F. and knows with this she is expected to work in it. As for aggressiveness, she tries to keep a mellow mood, but occasionally someone brings up a touchy subject with her and she may just punch them in the face, but other than that, she keeps her anger for when she trains or for an actual fight. Another dominant trait would be her stubbornness. It takes a lot for her to budge, and not just that, but to also apologize.
Either she must really love that person to pieces, completely trust them, or have the highest respect for her to apologize and admit she was wrong on something. Like everyone, she is wrong for some thing or another, but most times she's right, and she likes to hear that she is right.
♪P o w e r s »
Natsuko's main, and most used power is her Pyrokinesis. She uses fire very frequently. To see at night, to light something, and even just for her amusement. However, there is only so much she can do without getting attention, she doesn't get to use it to the full potential. From her consistent training, she can now ignite any part of her body in flames; she usually does this for her arms or legs when she is fitting with fits. Of course she can throw fireballs, but she prefers creating a fire bow and shooting arrows of pure fire at her opponent. Archery seems to be an elf's forte. Sometimes she can even propel herself in the air. Not flying, just pushing herself off the ground with fire coming out of her hands and feet, like a rocket. This drains her greatly though, so she keeps to the ground at all costs.
Her second power is the complete opposite, and the one she doesn't like to use at all. She has Cryokinesis, which means ice powers basically. Cause a snow storm, make a blizzard, freeze some water, all that stuff. If there is anything she likes to use it for is for creating ice shards and propelling them at people. However to freeze someone, well it takes a lot of concentration and weakens her too, so she sticks to just freezing their feet, just enough time for her to attack or run away.
♪M u s i c = V e n o m »
Natsuko can not take music, but as several of the D.E.A.F.s she had to pick up something to fit in. The Cello is what she choose. Not a puny violin, but a strong willed wooden string instrument. The fact of the matter isn't that the sounds hurt her in a physical or emotional way. She was trained to hate music, and so she does. Natsuko knows that her past isn't correct, but she chose to stay with it, so she is perfectly able to play the cello, and be good at it. She also plays the bass guitar, but as for playing them more than necessary, well she says absolutely refuses.
♬♪W h e r e It B e g a n
♪L i f e T i m e »
A person may not remember all of their childhood, but they at least know important events. Natsuko remembers none of it except what she was supposedly told. Natsuko suffered from amnesia when she was only eight years old. Everything before that is a lie, and she knows it, but it's the truth she wants, and the truth she may never have. What did happen was that she was born in a more forest area of Japan. Her real name is Etsuko Fujioka, and she just like her parents was in love with music. Her parents knew the time would come when music would be no longer, as did every other elf, so they enjoyed it to the fullest in the safety of the woods in Japan. Back then Natsuko was a bell ringer, and to this day she only hears it vaguely in her mind, but she wonders what would happen if she met the instrument that made those sounds. Natsuko's parents were wooden flute players, so together they used to make beautiful music. One day however, some strange people entered their forest declaring the ban of music.
The elves were greatly upset, and in a frustrated environment one of them began to attack, and soon everyone was attacking. More and more D.E.A.F.s were coming as the elves began to wither out. Etsuko and the other children had to run and stay hidden in the trees. All of them were too scarred to fight, but seeing her parents out there, rebelling the heinous act against music, she worked up some courage, and ran from the tree looking for stones. Once she gathered enough she quickly began constructing a sling shot. Some minutes had passed until she was done and began to climb up a tree that was shielding the other children. Once she was secured in the tree she entered the battle by slinging rocks at the D.E.A.F. members. All elves are born with powers, but the time varies with each person when they rise. This was Etsuko's time. When she realized that the rocks weren't doing much damage, and on top of that, the were advancing on her, she withdrew her fire power and set the rocks on fire.
That was what caught their attention. With a quick attack her parents took their last breath and fell. Tears came out of her eyes as she watched in horror and let out a yelp. Struggling, her little body tried to get out of the tree to them. However, since her priorities were simply to get to her parents as quick as possibly, she was careless and slipped from a branch and fell from the tree onto the ground, and as a landing spot her head hit a rock. With blood trickling down from her head, she wearily looked at the feet of the D.E.A.F members advancing on her. Then she blacked out. The remaining D.E.A.F.s decided to take her back with them. When she awoke she was in a room being treated for her concussion. It had been four days since her injury and she could remember nothing. Not even her named. With a huge head ache she lifted her eight year old body and looked at the white room. Then a D.E.A.F. member came in, giving her cookies and milk. Dire with hunger she began to tear at the food.
"My, I haven't seen you this hungry ever." The man responded. Puzzled she looked at him. "I fear my dear Natsuko, you were training on the bars, and you feel, hitting one on the way down and received a concussion." So her named was Natsuko, and obviously she lived here. But what of her parents? "Where's my parents?" With a sulk ridden face he responded, "I hoped you would have remembered so I wouldn't have to tell you twice. They left you Natsuko. The Umeki's left you for other elves to go and chase music." Natsuko sat dumbfounded and had to ask about music. "I'm surprised you want to even say the world. You hate music, loathe it really. That's why we took you in, because you like us, want to right a silly wrong. Music is the vibrations from strings, instruments, and voices itself." Natsuko could feel the hate swelling in her as she answered with a simple yes.
From there, they fed her the false information that she believed to be perfectly true and began honing in on her power, until she was twelve and her ice power came. Then they trained her some more. Until she was fourteen, then she began training herself and has been for this day. Her feeling to music has been since that day, hatred. Yet somehow she can't help but rebel at almost every little thing, and although she has no proof, she knows something is wrong with the history she was given. Still, since she knows nothing for sure, she stays to her choice and her hatred for music, and now it led her to the academy with other D.E.A.F. members to bring down this stupid attempt at saving music.
♪G o a l s »
She has many goals in her life, but Natsuko's current one is to bring down the school. That is what she plans to do as effectively as possible. She obviously cares very little for receiving friends, hence her attitude at school. As for love? None at the school obviously, but who knows maybe she could find someone in D.E.A.F. Her other main goal is to journey Japan until she finds the other elves that her parents left her for, and bring them to their senses about music, and then maybe afterwards get some real explanation and the truth to her past.
♪CrushCrushCrush »
Natsuko may not seem like the one to get all nervous with a guy, but she does. That being said she is straight for only men. She wants a guy that will treat her with respect, and one that will sweep her off her feet. A gentle men basically; it is really odd that she wants that. However on the more normal side, she also wants him to be somewhat strong. Someone that would be a good opponent in a fight. He also can not like music at all either. She also wants him to accept the fact that she is an elf; someone who won't stare at her ears, you know.
♪L o v e »
As shameful it is, Natsuko is getting awefully nervous inside when around her commander, Jiro.
♪L o v e & H a t e »
The [ B ] est
▶ Isolation ▶ Training ▶ Fire ▶ Rings ▶ Rain ▶ Silence ▶ Sleep ▶ Rebelling ▶ Fruits
The [ W ] orst
▶ Cute things ▶ Obediance ▶ Goody Two-shoes ▶ Annoying people ▶ Cockroaches ▶ Obnoxious people ▶ Over intelligent people ▶ Super sweet things
♬♪Behind the M a s k
♪True C o l o r s »
▶ Dark cyan ▶ Dodger blue
♪T h e C o n t r o l l e r »
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reckless, and will wind up making a decision that will kill her, she used as a justification. Rousing from her trance she easily sat up while pulling her knees up. She rested her chin on her knees as she pulled the rubber band in her hair out. Quickly she combed her hair with her fingertips and then re-did the pony tail held together with a rubber band. Some of her smaller end of her bangs came out and curled to the side of her face giving her view a flash of brown. With the help of her hand she moved the hairs aside and back behind the safety of her ear. She had to wait several seconds before getting up, since the rough texture of the floor gave her right arm a sleeping numbness. While she waited she could hear the other female walking again, and saying something while returning to her post. Brooke's eyes however were studying her once nice, white tennis shoes. Now they were murky and the soles contained a dark crimson color, blood of course, from when her sister and her had to run the rest of their trip on account of the car crashing. It was fricking miracle that they found the others and was able to join them. Finally her arm was awake enough where she could reach down and grab the pistol she stole from her boyfriend. Well ex, she supposed now that he was...one of them. As she held it in her hands, a small memory of when she first saw it came back. 
Brooke didn't dare risk giving out a hand freely. Not because of the other female but because of them. Somehow, she felt safer with both hands as close to her small pistol gun. Mainly because although she knew they weren't getting any closer, the zombies sounded like they were. Paranoia, you could say. It also wasn't that she didn't trust giving out her last name, it just seemed pointless. Right now, keeping everything pithy was essential. She heaved out a breath, a breath she didn't notice she kept within her. Her thin fingers traced the small crevices of the gun as she waited for a response, or some sort of acknowledgement from the woman. Brooke knew she didn't have to expect much from anyone. They were all strangers, minus her sister. By the looks of it too, she looked like the oldest. How very un-sexy. 
Brooke understood that he wasn't interested in the group very much, just taking a chance to be their leader or something. Then again Brooke didn't want to tick him off too badly; he was useful in that he had actually fired a gun multiple times. Brooke reassured herself that her comment was too harsh, just at the least a bit annoyed at his ignorance that they didn't know it was time to start a plan which they already devised; even if she didn't know how to hot-wire a car. At least they had something.
levitated there. With tight lips and a flick of the eyebrow the fire began. Another finger gesture as a potion book came to her. To do transformations of the body, not only did one need a potion but an incantation. Unless you were that silly little 'fairy Godmother'. She had a wand, and Jennine could if she wanted to, but it felt silly. If she did that, you might as well add some pixie wings on her back. Her fingers skipped through the parchments until she found her page. Reading it twice she clapped her hands as several cupboards flew open causing several jars and bottles to levitate around her as she quickly using hand gestures was able to get all the ingredients into the pot. Now to wait till it turns a red color, that like of a tomato. As for the incantation she already knew that seeing as she does it every time she changes her hair. Changing herself never needed that icky potion. Going over to her living room she studied her household. Much to warm and comforting. Let's give them something else to talk about. With a snap a black piece of charcoal began to scribble on the middle of her living room floor and after some seconds of scratching a perfect spell circle was made. Her black shawl came down a bit as she stood in the middle of the circle getting ready to cast her spell.
the living room on a small boulder next to her large chair, that faced the doorway. After leaving her potion room she sealed it off with more gnarled roots, as she did with all her rooms. That way it looked like there was only one room, her living room, filled with large boulders, and her chair. Nothing more, was left the study or gain from. She came into the room and gently sat herself down getting as comfortable as she pleased. Jennine was ready now, and with a twitch of her eyebrow the door flew open to those who wished to be changed, and the wind came back to her kiss her pale face.
