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*☆* Always and forever Yuria Amaya Sohma.
*☆* Call me by Yuria if you expect me to answer.
*☆* The 3rd of Winter is a special day for me...probably only me...
*☆* Seventeen years and probably not that many more.
*☆* In case you're color blind, my hair is light brown.
*☆* Not that I see why it matters, but my eyes are greenish-gray.
*☆* Five feet, five inches and I'm not growing any taller.
*☆* Can you really not see that I'm 100% female?
*☆* A senior going into college working many odd jobs to pay for that college tuition.
*☆* A fluffy, brown sheep is my other form, not that you'll ever remember it.
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*ღ* After a while, after so many things go bad, you can't help but think that everything's going to go bad. So was, and still is, the case with Yuria Amaya Sohma. Her father was a member of the Sohma family, a kind and upstanding man. He was prepared for the possibility of a cursed child, and embraced the idea, knowing that he would still love his son or daughter regardless of whether they couldn't be embraced by their parents. However, Yuria's mother was a woman from a relatively upstanding family, and a young woman not suited for childbirth. And Yuria's father neglected to tell her about the possibilities of a cursed child.
When Yuria was born prematurely, worry was high for both mother and soon-to-be-born daughter. In the end, Yuria's mother had to go through a C-section and Yuria was immediately placed onto a life support. She of course survived, although she had to stay in the hospital for an extra week. Yuria returned home and the first time she was embraced by her father, she of course transformed into a woolly brown sheep. Lovely, yes?
Her mother's screams could be heard for miles, probably. Her precious daughter was LIVESTOCK. LIVESTOCK. FOOD FOR CHRISTMAS DINNER. DEAR GOD. NO. Of course, Yuria's father had no problem with that fact that his daughter was a sheep; few things fazed him and eventually she reverted to human form. Eventually her mother woke up, but things weren't going to stay the same.
Once Yuria was old enough to understand that every time her father hugged her and she transformed, her mother wouldn't look at her. Eventually, Yuria started avoiding her father, pessimism set in and she never wanted to have to be ignored by her mother again. Her father couldn't take this for long, and it created a humongous fight between Yuria's parents, leading to a divorce and a custody battle over Yuria when she was around seven years old. Eventually, Yuria was turned over to her aunt's custody, and has been living with the woman ever since.
Although Yuria's pessimism and worry often leads her to starting off on the wrong foot with new people, once you get to know her she is quite the interesting and charming character, with the pessimism and worry on the side. She works many odd jobs so that she can pay for her college tuition. The ironic thing is, she could probably get scholarships for her cello if she wasn't so pessimistic.
*ღ* { omoi daite }
*ღ* It probably would never work out between me and any guy I liked.
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*✓* Likes
| drawing | painting | music | playing the cello | sleeping | being around other people | evenings/nighttime | cloud watching | cooking | feeling accomplished |
*✗* Dislikes
| being put second | being woken up | optimists | insults | pushy people | hard work | studying | driving |
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• m e g u m i • xxxxxxxxxx★xxxxxxxxxx • n o z o m i •
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*☆* For the sake of convenience let's call me Megumi Mio Nozomi.
*☆* But people say that Megu or Mio fits me better.
*☆* Born on the 9th of Fall, but everyone's always busy with Thanksgiving around that time.
*☆* I'd like to say that I'm twenty years old.
*☆* Short, light orange hair is my trademark, I guess.
*☆* They're red but I suppose you can call them brown or color contacts if it'll make you more comfortable?
*☆* Sadly, I still fit into my middle school uniform, at the pitiful height of 5'2.
*☆* Um, hm, what gives you the idea that I wouldn't be female?
*☆* Out of school and into college....and I'm studying various sciences, while still trying to decide on my major. Maybe one day I'll become a doctor...although...
*☆* Oh, yeah, like my life's some sort of fairy tale fiction story. Psh. WELCOME TO REALITY, PEOPLE DON'T TRANSFORM INTO FREAKING ANIMALS.
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*ღ* A burning, red flame. That probably best describes my personality. Fiery, easily irritated, but also easily pacified. I can be a little harsh, but I can also be really sweet and affectionate. I suppose I could also be considered rather adolescent and childish sometimes, as if I never quite grew up all the way... I can also be rather...cunning, let's say, or maybe imaginative, or resourceful, or crazy....scratch that one...but I'm also quite the opportunist and if something's to my personal benefit I'm much more likely to go along with it. I'm also a big fan of joking around; I find it easier to live life if one is always smiling, although I do have my serious side. I can also be a little violent, and am quite strong for my size, with a bad tendency to jump to conclusions. But surprisingly enough, I'm also very hardworking and patient. Very hardworking. And of course I also have a sort of gentle, mothering side. I had a very mothery mother, and she became sort of like my role model in that position. Maybe I'm also a bit of a busy body in that respect...
*ღ* As a child, I was always insecure. I've been small for my whole life, although I wasn't this much tinier than my peers...I was still what could be called "the runt of the litter." I suppose it's Nozomi family genes? Anyways, as a result of being small in stature, I guess I had a higher density of emotions packed because I had the same amount as others but had less capacity to hold them?...anatomy doesn't work like that, does it...? No, it doesn't. So let's take it figuratively instead. Anyways, I started doing a lot of extracurricular things to vent my anger and stress (psh yeah like I had a lot of stress as a five year old), and had quite the adventurous childhood. You see, down the road a while was a humongous. Humongous. Keep in mind that little Megumi at this point in time is only what, three feet? Tops? This estate seemed large enough to be it's own city, practically! Now just guess what Estate this house would happen to be.
...moving on. My life proceeded as most lives do, and eventually I got to be around thirteen or fourteen, middle school age. I was about the same height I am now, 5'1 or 5'2. Excuse my height complex but how would you like it if there were people who were a foot taller than you out there?! Didn't think so. Anyways, I was pretty happy. Short...but happy. I was in a good school, whose uniform I still happen to own, and was studying and setting my sights as far ahead as I could. Not just high school, but college too. And although I'd like to say that I'm pretty smart in my own right, I still had to study hard to get good grades in school. I didn't know what I was good at. You know those "career proposals" that you get around middle school? I had absolutely no idea what to put. Sure, I had dreams, but I didn't think I was good at any of the things I dreamed about. Even when they had me talk to the school counselor who was supposed to guide us in the right direction about our careers, it didn't help me in the slightest.
Now, I didn't think that I was "worthless," don't get me wrong. I knew that I wasn't despised by society, nor was I utterly incapable in athletics or music. I just didn't feel like I had a place in the academic world.
Things happened after that, and I'm not going into detail. I had a lot of difficulties and I guess my biggest problem was that I didn't really like talking to people about myself. I was all for listening and trying to help them, but when it came to helping me, all of my problems were suddenly non-existent and I was "fine."
*ღ* { wagamama }
*ღ* Whwhwhat?! A-as if!! Th, there is someone, but....!!! STOP PRYING OR I'LL THROW THIS CHAIR AT YOU!!
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| science | math | peaceful songs | dressing up | cooking | feeling self-sufficient | mornings | clouds | listening | cute or beautiful things |
*✗* Dislikes
| feeling stressed | slackers | priers | being dependent | going to sleep | cloudless days and bright sunlight | being told that I "don't understand" |
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