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нειιo, mγ namε is
Yuu-Yuu|| This particular little nickname was given to him by Yukiko when he first met her. As such, Yukiko is the -only- person who can get away with calling him this without being reprimanded. Well, no, he would probably let Mamoru call him this if he were so inclined; after all, he indulges Yuuto's occasional decision to call him 'Mamo-chan', but..really. Those are the only two. Miyu|| Yuuto decided around the age of thirteen to let his hair grow out long, and keep it long. About the time it reached past his shoulders, his father teased him by affectionately calling him Miyu, until he was thoroughly sick of the name. Even now, his father will occasionally call him that when he makes absolutely no effort to keep his hair restrained. However, his father is the only one who he will allow to call him this. If anyone else even -considers- calling him Miyu, they will probably be on the receiving end of one of Yuuto's stretches of good, old-fashioned bitching.
Compassionate Cancer Enthusiastic Rooster.
I love to see the rings spin, never at rest Up in the air, and back to me What it will do, I just can't see
miяяoя miяяoя
Yuu'ss hair is honey-blonde in color; he keeps it at an exceedingly long length for a male, as it comes close to reaching his waist. His hair is almost always pulled into a ponytail, or put in a braid, to keep it off of his neck when he's working. What is not pulled back the vast majority of the time, meaning his bangs any whatever amount of hair decides to lay in front of his ears, is left to hang there. Though he is narcissistic enough to keep it long and rather well-taken care of, this man often has bigger priorities than his hair, which is why he prefers to keep it out of his way for much of the time.. Yuu's eyes are a rather pretty, mossy shade of green, framed by lashes far too long and thick to belong on a male. He has It's difficult to give a detailed description of Yuu's choice in clothing. It's just so..average. He does not usually venture far past his home if he is wearing a t-shirt; his preference for everything except sleeping in is a button up shirt. There are no loud patterns or bright colors with his clothing; everything is muted; if it is not a shade of white, grey, black, or brown, it is going to either be a pastel shade of the color, or it will be a very dark shade. If it's a color you would probably see inducing a migraine at a rave, he wouldn't wear it. He only wears blue jeans when he's doing something requiring more strenuous effort, usually when he's not trying to run everything in the background. If is working on anything related to what the customers actually see in the circus, he prefers wearing something that he wouldn't really mind if it got too filthy; this means blue jeans and old, baggy shirts. For the most part though, Yuu's clothing reflects his fondness for a simple, neat look that suits him better than loud, gaudy outfits. This is not to say that he never wears anything gaudy. If he is performing, then he will wear bright clothing. He has a particular fondness for triangle or diamond shaped patterns, and it may be the only occasion you will ever see him willingly wear anything made of leather, in the form of his pants. He has a tendency towards Renaissance-style shirts that lace in the front, and he does not usually keep his sleeves in his coat; rather, it stays on his shoulders until he decides to throw it off in the midst of a complicated juggling move.
Yuuto Miura was born during a particularly warm June, to Fumiko and Daisuke Miura; a perfectly normal couple who had been trying for quite some time to have a child. After Yuu was born, the doctors informed Fumiko that she would not be able to have any more children, but neither of his parents minded as much as they could have. They lavished affection on their son, effectively spoiling him throughout his childhood. His mother taught him pretty much everything he knows; from tying his shoelaces to what to do when it comes to matters of the heart. He inherited his quiet, caring personality from that gentle woman, and it would be quite easy to say that he was more attached to his mother. Of course, this is not to say that Yuu did not love his father just as much. From Daisuke, he inherited the upbeat, oblivious traits that have been with him most of his life. Along with this, he also gained a resilience, a determination that keeps him going when some people would have given up. Although, it was not until later in his life that Yuu learned of this almost bullheaded determination in his father..or himself. Even when he was young, Yuu heard stories of the circus from his mother; it was an old dream of hers, to run away and join the circus like so many children have often told their parents they wished to do. He developed part of his mother's fondness for the circus from her stories, and around the age of ten, he started teaching himself to juggle. At times, he was happiest when his mother told him stories about the circus, and he gradually started understanding her wish to be a part of one. He always hoped she would get her wish, but he never would have hoped for that if he'd known what would be the reason for that dream becoming a reality. Cancer. That one word shattered his entire world. When his father got over the initial shock of the news that his wife was terminally ill, he immediately set to work creating her dream. And for a while, even though they were all in pain because of Fumiko's fate, they were happy with that little circus. Yuuto's mother ran everything behind the scenes, and when she was simply too ill to try, he and his father did it on their own. Yuu grew used to the fact that he and his father would soon lose the biggest thing that kept them going, but it didn't ease the hurt when she was gone, a few short months after he graduated high school. In the end, he knew that they had to keep the circus, his mother's circus, up and running. This proved to be more difficult than he or his father first expected, as all of the percents and fractions and balances necessary for keeping up with anything monetary went right over Daisuke's head. So, Yuu forgot about immediately throwing himself into college. Instead, he put himself to work, single-handedly taking up the task of keeping the bills and the workers paid, and making sure that no one's hard work ever went to waste. After all, math had been one of his stronger subjects in school; how hard could it be? And he quickly learned that he was, in fact, better than he'd thought at keeping up with all of the calculations. So, Yuuto took up his mother's role and kept the circus running. It was he who found new workers when there was enough profit to risk hiring new workers, and it was he who convinced his father allow Yukiko and Mamoru to stay when the two showed up out of nowhere. And, once again, although he missed his mother dearly, Yuu was content with his place in life, running the circus in her memory.
The Circus A dysfunctional family though it may be, Yuu is content to see every single person who helps out with his mother's circus as a member of that family. He takes the role of 'mother' upon himself, looking after everyone with unbiased affection, regardless of whether or not he disagrees with them on certain things. He makes it a point to be there, even when he's busy, to listen to a problem or offer kind words to someone who needs them.
moяε ++ ♥Sweets(Particularly chocolate) Cake? Chocolate? Oh, yes please. Sweets are my absolute biggest weakness, and most people who know me well know that they are the easiest way to make me be quiet if I'm going off on a tangent about something no one particularly cares about, which is probably more common than I care to imagine... ♥Listening to people's problems Some people don't seem to realize this, but I like listening to their problems. Nothing makes me happier than knowing that someone trusts me enough to share what's bothering them with me. ♥Cleaning If there is one thing I do out of pure instinct, it's clean. I like knowing where everything is, and if there's clutter everywhere, you can be certain that I'm going to get rid of whatever is unnecessary. Seriously; leave me alone in a messy room for about two hours and you probably won't be able to find half of the junk anymore. ♥Books If you can't find me sitting somewhere with a laptop and a calculator trying to tally things up, try looking for me in a quiet place. Chances are, I'll be there with a book in my lap. I enjoy reading when I have time to take a load off, and I have not seen many books I didn't enjoy in some way. I'm particularly fond of historical novels though..as well as classic literature. The longer a book is, the happier I'll be. ♥People with manners Ah, there's nothing that makes me happier than hearing please and thank you at even the smallest of favors. Most people these days are exceedingly rude, so I'm always glad to see people, especially people younger than me, who know how to treat others with respect.
This seems like a ridiculous thing to dislike, considering that I help out with a circus, but it's true. I don't like being stuck in crowds, where the idea of 'personal space' is apparently an unnecessary luxury. ‼•‼ Uptight people I hate it when people can't seem to relax. I mean, yeah, even I have my moments where I simply cannot 'take a chill pill', but for someone to be constantly like that..it annoys me. ‼•‼Vermin Mice? Snakes? Ugh! I can't stand the things; I'm not afraid of them, I simply think they're absolutely disgusting. ‼•‼Criticism I have an intense dislike of criticism. Yes, I can make mistakes, but if I make a mistake, I know to correct it. When it comes to certain things, there is one thing to keep in mind; just because I'm not doing it the way you're accustomed to, does not mean I don't know what I'm doing. I don't appreciate being told to do things in any way other than my own. ‼•‼Dancing Ah.....I have terrific hand-eye coordination, as made obvious by my juggling. However, perhaps due to this, I have two left feet. I mean, don't get me wrong, dancing is fun..I'm just not good at it. At all. As in, please don't try to get me to dance, because I would rather not make a fool of myself. ‼•‼Being tied up Oh dear...what bothers me the most about being tied up, is the fact that I dislike being in situations I can't escape from. And much of the time, the only way I can't escape from something is when I am being restrained. As such, I am terrified of being tied up.
Sometimes, I just want to squeeze this poor boy to death. He's so cute! I hate seeing him looking like someone's kicked him while he's down; it brings out that urge in me that wants to fix people's problems by any means necessary. I worry about him sometimes; I am sure that he wants to and can take care of himself, but I still can't help but try to look after him as much as I can. ☼☺☼xxxxxFire Eaterxxxxx☼☺☼ Mamoru, Yukiko, and I are a team; I've known them the longest, therefore, I am the closest to them. Mamoru's always serious, but I'm still fond of him, and I care about him very much. When I first met him and Yukiko, he seemed drawn so tightly into himself, it sometimes got on my nerves. But as he began to loosen up in my presence, I started to like that kinder side of him. I suppose it would be appropriate to say that my feelings for him over the time I've known him have grown to be slightly more than platonic, but no one would ever be able to tell; I treat him just as I treat everyone else. I want nothing more than for him to be able to open up to the younger boys, but I suppose that will take a little work. ☼☺☼xxxxxBearded Ladyxxxxx☼☺☼ It's fun sometimes, having such a cute girl as a best friend. Yukiko is always willing to tell me things that nothing else knows, and It makes me happy to know that she trusts me that much. Oh, and did I mention that she's cute? Sometimes I think she might be hiding something, but why would there be anything that she doesn't tell me? ☼☺☼xxxxxKazushigexxxxx☼☺☼ There's not much I can say about this particular boy. I like him quite a bit. He looks after his friends, in much the same way I look after mine. ≈.≈xxxxxxTamerxxxxxx≈.≈ I do not dislike this boy by any means; actually, I rather admire his strength. But the fact that he is/was involved in gangs bothers me a bit. Regardless, I rather like his protective nature he has towards his friends; it reminds me a bit of Mamoru, to be honest.. ≈.≈xxxxxxThimblexxxxxx≈.≈ It isn't that I dislike this girl; really. I don't get how she can be so shy! What reason does a pretty, intelligent girl ever have to have such an overwhelming lack of self-confidence? It frustrates me. Try smiling more; no one will hate you for it. ≈.≈xxxxxxBoundxxxxxx≈.≈ B-bondage? Eh?! That's far too crude a thing for a teenager to be so fascinated with! But..I guess there could be worse things..and at least he still has manners! Which is rather surprising, to be honest. I just hope he doesn't get too preoccupied with all of those ropes....or, at least, I hope he doesn't even consider trying to tie me up. ░░X░░xxxxxCutxxxxx░░X░░ How old is she again? Too young to be behaving in such a lascivious manner, I'm sure! She's still a teenager; why not act like one? Teenage girls shouldn't be smoking and sleeping around with practically every man who comes along. Particularly when there is no reason, other than appealing to your libido. ░░X░░xxxxxEmbellishmentxxxxx░░X░░ You shouldn't use money as a reason for people to accept you. And why does she seem so intent on ruining everyone else's lives? Is it because she doesn't want anyone to have what she lacks? I mean, it's obvious that she isn't happy, but to make other people unhappy because of that is just cruel. ░░X░░xxxxxNursexxxxx░░X░░ I think it would be safe to say that Ran gets on my nerves; I'm always kind of wary around him. I am grateful to him for all of the help he is around the circus, and he seems responsible enough, but still. There's something about him that just bothers me. I suppose that if there is anything about him that becomes a problem, it'll reveal itself eventually.
Uverworld - Chance! Don't give up Keep chasing it Grasp the many miracles here The melodies and the fragments of words I don't want to regret a thing Until I find the answer I don't want to look back Lareine - Setsurenka(Translation) Believing that will turn into courage The blooms of the eternal snow… Quietly, quietly, it will shine without destroying. Olivia - Color of your Spoon(Translation) There is nobody who would be better not being in this world Like a boy who found a dream, like your shining smile Like a dream flowing out, I want to thank you, from my whole heart Daisuke Ishiwatari - Blue Water, Blue Sky Baby take me to your place I'll take good care of you Just keep saying, my heart is true I don't want to miss You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone All I want is to stay by your side.. |
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Bitches love me 'cuz they know that I can ROCK! нειιo, mγ namε is
Mizu; When she was young, her nanny affectionately called her Mizu, because of her big blue eyes. Her tolerance of that nickname left with her nanny, and if someone tries to call her this, she simply will not respond. Chi-Chi; Call her this. Just try it. She'll probably be shoving the spike-heel of her shoe through your face. There was an obnoxious boy once who took to calling her this when she was about thirteen and, obviously, in the midst of puberty. Later, she ended up kindly suggesting that that boy try to find a nice vacuum to screw when he tried to get friendly with her. But this was a very insulting nickname, and, as such, she hates it. Aside from these nicknames, there is really nothing else strange that anyone calls her. One might as well consider 'Whore' her second name, but she usually doesn't respond to much besides her actual name.
Dramatic Leo Vindictive Rat
The vision that I portray No time to waste I cut all that's in my way....
Man, there's so much heat beneath these clothes... miяяoя miяяoя
Katsue was blessed with a body that most women would kill for, for exactly the same things she utilizes her 'assets' for; to get attention. This girl stands at a height of about 5'6, weighing roughly 130 lbs. Even at the age of seventeen, her breasts are only properly confined in a D cup, and she's got very noticeable hips that are almost as wide as her shoulders. Her stomach is flat, with discernable abdominal muscles earned through years of rough dancing and..'aerobic exercise.' On that note, she is actually quite fit; though not disgustingly obvious, it is easy to see the muscle tone of her arms, and her legs are well muscled as well..most likely due to her insistence on dancing in stiletto heels. Like a dancer's legs, Katsue's limbs are almost impossibly long, and she accentuates that fact with her short skirts and heels. She has a confident, graceful ease of movement that teenagers aren't normally supposed to have, most likely due to her forcing herself to seem older. Katsue's facial features are pretty, almost innocent in appearance, which stands at odds against her wild nature and her decidedly mature body. The only thing that pins her appearance as foreign in any way is her eyes, and perhaps that's why they stand out the most; this girl has got the most intense pair of blue eyes you'll possibly ever see on anyone, and they are framed by ridiculously long, dark lashes. Mascara? Ha, who needs it? She has a small nose and delicate lips, which look particularly appealing when she sticks her lower lip out when she doesn't get her way. She wears her dark brown long; the girl has been growing it out for years, and it falls somewhere between her knees and mid-calf in length. How does she do anything with hair like this? Excellent question. There isn't much Katsue can do do style her hair; she can pull it up, put it in a braid, or pile it all on her head and hope a claw clip will hold it in place. Katsue's choice in clothing is all about flaunting her 'assets' for the world to see. To see this girl wearing anything completely modest is an impossiblity in and of itself. When it's too cold to wear skimpy clothing, whatever she puts on is small enough to stretch uncomfortably across her chest. If she can afford to, she wears low-cut shirts, spaghetti straps, and you must be mad if you expect her to wear a skirt any longer than mid-thigh. Even at school, she keeps her shirt untucked, blazer open, and her skirt rolled up to show as much leg as she thinks she can get away with. Her favorite type of fabric is leather, and even when she's in school, she cannot go without wearing an out-there pair of shoes. She's the type of girl who would find the smallest, most daring swimsuit possible just to prove that she can indeed make it fit. Another little thing about Katsue is her fondness for tattoos and piercing. The most obvious tattoo she has is a camellia, blossoming against her left hip. Along with that, she has a trail of stars leading down from between her shoulder blades, to stop right where the curve of her rear begins. She hates hiding her tattoos, and will usually try to at least show a glimpse of the camellia from above the tops of her jeans. As for piercings..Katsue has her ears pierced twice. She once thought about getting a stud in the side of her nose ,but she decided against it; this girl prefers seeing piercings on other people, rather than herself.
Chitose Shimizu's first love was always her job. When she was about twenty-nine, still climbing her way up the ladder at work, she decided that she wanted to have a child. It was not practical in the least, but that mattered very little. She had a very hush-hush affair with a businessman from America, and nine months later, she had her daughter. However, Chitose soon learned that she did not have the resilience necessary to raise her daughter and keep up with her career on her own. So, she hired a nanny when her daughter was a little over a year old, and once again put work first. Katsue was raised well enough by her nanny, though she never quite listened to the sternly affectionate woman, and she still saw enough of her mother to recognize that -she- was the woman who was her own flesh and blood. When she was almost ten, her mother dismissed the old woman who had taken care of her daughter, and Katsue was left on her own. And she stayed responsible for a little while, a nice little girl with a couple of friends, who gradually went unnoticed by her peers and the rest of society in general. But it couldn't list It's a strange time, those years between age twelve and age fourteen. She was changing just as much as everyone else, and it was in those years that she immersed herself in magazines; fashion magazines, tabloids, news magazines..if it had a shiny, colorful cover on the magazine rack, then she wanted to read it. Katsue became fascinated with the beautiful, glamorous women she saw in tabloids; they were always doing lewd, foolish things. But everyone still talked about them, paid attention to them. She gradually developed that desire that every girl has to be like those women; not to be famous, necessary, but to be noticed. One could say that it went downhill from there. After all, what exactly do you think that a young girl who had been denied so much attention in her life would glean from such garbage? She decided that to be noticed, to have people love her even if she didn't love them back, she needed to act like those women. The only way she'd ever be noticed by anyone was if she acted trashy, older and grittier than she was. So, Katsue forced herself to grow up. She began to bend the rules; she rolled up her skirts, untucked her shirt, and dyed her hair. At the age of fourteen, with an offer from the upperclassman who she lost her virginity to, she also had her first cigarette, curled up behind the school building with her uniform in disarray, her hair mussed, and no heart left to care about it. It was never a lasting thing with her; she kept no man around for long, and she dropped the few girls she experimented with even faster. Dating, making lunch for a boy she liked..she never did such things. So the rumors started. Whore, tramp, b***h.. Katsue had the attention she wanted, both positive and negative. She was the girl who everyone knew of; as far as her peers were concerned, she was the girl who would screw anything that moved, the girl who merely had to bend over to pick something up to have any red-blooded male in her grasp. The girl who was probably sleeping with at least one teacher just so she didn't get expelled. The girl with no soul. And she grew to like this lifestyle of hers. She craved attention, she craved sex, she craved bad boys and older men she had no business fooling around with. She didn't care about the rumors, the names, the looks people gave her. They were looking, and they were always looking, and that was the only thing important to her. But Kazuki never looked. And that was why he was the only one she ever really noticed, among the blur of faces of the people who hated her, the people who adored her, and the nameless crowd of people she slept with. He and his rag-tag group of friends never paid attention to her, and since he was obviously the leader, he was the one who captured her interest. But he never seemed to give two shits, no matter how hard she tried to get him to notice her. It only made her like him more, until he completely rejected her to her face, with his friends right behind him. She didn't cry, didn't pour her troubles out on her best friend; she simply gritted her teeth and walked away. It had been stupid, to try to attract someone who had never noticed her in the first place, and that was her mistake. But, of course, Katsue was not the kind of girl to blame herself for her own mistakes. So, she decided that the only course of action was to turn her frustration at rejection into dislike. And she did. She decided that she hated Kazuki. And then he died. It wasn't hard to spread rumors. After all, everyone knew who she was, and she was the girl who would ******** you as long as you asked nicely. What reason would a girl who was that...open have to lie? As far as they were concerned, there was not a reason in the world that she would lie about some guy she barely knew. So Katsue made things up, fabricated evidence, anything to defame Kazuki's name. ******** 'respect for the dead'; she was bitter and she wanted to split that tight-knit bunch of losers apart by any mean's necessary. Such a pity that it backfired.
Due to her work, Chitose interacts with her daughter far less than she should; the two often converse by text messages and notes posted to the refrigerator, and Chitose does not see her daughter enough to keep up with all of her..'extracurricular activities.' And since Katsue is very, very talented when it comes to keeping herself out of trouble with people in authority, her mother remains oblivious to any problems she may or may not have. And honestly? Her daughter wouldn't have it any other way. As for Katsue's feelings towards her mother? Well...she is fond of the woman; after all, Chitose is the woman who brought her into this world. But she is still a tiny bit resentful of the fact that the woman never gave her the attention that she so desperately wanted. It seems as if she ever really needs the woman though, she's there; when Kazuki rejected her, Chitose was home to make her daughter a cup of cocoa like that would fix her problems. Sometimes, Katsue wants to tell her mother things, but then she realizes that it would just be one big mistake. And even if she did want to tell her something, Chitose wouldn't be there.
Don't let the door hit ya where they good Lord split ya, honey. ♥ moяε ++
What can I say? Guys are yummy, and oh-so irresistable. It's fun to get their attention, to make them squirm. There aren't many boys who I haven't been able to make look twice with just the right glance, or the perfect swing of my hips. ♪♥♪Shoes Oh my. Shoes..shoes are the one true love of my life. I always manage to keep enough money around so that if I see a pair of shoes that I simply cannot go without seeing on my feet, I can buy them. I love heels quite possibly more than Michiko hates them, especially. Six inch stilettos? Yummy. Want to see something amazing? Give me a pair of shoes with a seven inch heel, and send me out on a dance floor. I'll put the most seasoned ballet dancer to shame. ♪♥♪Dancing Now, I'm not talking ballet, or that ridiculous para para s**t. I'm talking getting on a dance floor, throwing my head back, and creating some friction with a perfect stranger. Dirty dancing is my forte, obviously; it gives me a rush to go through an entire song with my hips connected to someone else's. For me, dancing and sex tend to go hand in hand. ♪♥♪Leather Why wouldn't I love leather? Leather is tight, leather is sexy, and nothing gets people's attention like a short leather skirt and a kinky pair of boots. ♪♥♪Cigarettes I'm seventeen. I'm too young to be smoking. So what? All that nicotine calms me down, and nothing turns me on quite like a hot guy with a cigarette between his lips. ♪♥♪Spicy food Don't you dare put any mild, candy-a** s**t in front of me, because I sure as hell won't eat it. I like my food spicy; the hotter, the better. If a food has different levels of heat, I want whatever one makes most people's throats bleed. ♪♥♪ Music When I have time to myself, it's almost impossible for me to go long without listening to music. I'm especially like singers like Courtney Love, who sound like they gargle whiskey and cigarette butts. Dirty, gritty music is my thing, although I have an attachment to certain varieties of hip-hop, and music that some would call 'music to strip to'. ♪♥♪ Chess Was that a snicker? Well ******** you too, then. Sometimes, even I have to slow down for a few minutes. When I do, I play chess. This started with my nanny, and continued with my mother. When dear 'Kaa-sama has more than five minutes to spend with me, she and I will usually end up playing at least one round of chess. Contrary to popular opinion, I am not completely stupid, which is why I'm actually good at chess. But that's also why I don't play it often. Maybe I'll challenge Michiko or Sachiikou to a game one of these days; it could be..interesting. ♪♥♪ Attention What? I like attention. No, that wouldn't be quite right. I crave attention. I can't stand it when people go without noticing me, and it's true when people say that I would do anything to be noticed. It isn't like I want to be famous; I don't have any bullshit aspirations like that. I am simply willing to do anything to turn a few heads.
X Men Haha, I'll bet this confuses you! But it's true; I dislike men. It isn't that I despise them in some crazy, feminazi way, but I simply cannot stand them sometimes. Men think with their dicks, and if they try to deny that fact, it only makes it more obvious. Even I have been known to use the brain I was given on occasion, although that's never something I show to others. X Eggs From the color to the taste, everything about eggs is absolutely disgusting to me. I mean, why do people eat them anyways? Do they not realize that eggs are like..a chicken's period? Come on, that's gross! XPeople who play innocent I HATE people who act sweet and innocent when they aren't. Especially when they do it to get attention. If you aren't so sugary-sweet and nice and innocent(and no one ever is), then you have no place acting like you are. I'm not 'sweet', and I have no interest in pretending that I am; I have better methods of getting into a guy's pants than something so ridiculous. XFalling Love Love? Don't waste your breath, sweetheart. I don't do love. Falling head over heels with someone has proven time and time again to be a mistake, that I have no intention of making again. And don't feed me that 'Oh, you're just afraid of falling in love and getting hurt!' bullshit. I have never been afraid of getting hurt. I just hate every single goddamn cliche that comes around with falling in love. I went through every damned one of them when I made the mistake of liking Kazuki, and I am not going to go through them again. XCold weather Oh my God..how the hell am I supposed to wear my favorite miniskirt when it's thirty degrees outside? Why can't it be summer all the time? Then I could wear whatever I want! XSpiders S-spider? EWW! Get that thing away from me! All hairy, and creepy crawly, with those eight nasty legs....they're disgusting and gross and just..ugh!
Oh Sa-chii-kou~~ This has to be obvious. Sachiikou is my best friend; she and I may as well be joined at the hip. She's the only person I don't have to make any effort to like, and she has my complete trust. If I had a sister, she'd probably be nothing like this girl, which is why Sachiikou would make a much better sibling. ♀♥♀xxxx Boundxxxx Y'know, even though I pretty much despise every single one of Kazuki's idiot friends, something about this one fascinates me. Maybe it's because he's rich. Maybe it's because he seems to.enjoy leather as much as I do. Whatever it is, it almost makes it a shame that he and the rest of those boys hate me just as much as I despise them. Ah, hating someone's never stopped me before, and I'm interested by his little obsession with bondage. Just leave your manners by the door, sweetheart ♀♥♀xxxx Embellishmentxxxx Hahaha..I like this b***h. Have I ever mentioned that I'm a sucker when it comes to rich people? I can't say I like this girl as much as I like Sachiikou, but I'm always tempted to flirt with her, just to tease. She plays along too, which just makes her almost irresistable. What? I'm allowed to use that term to describe another girl. One of these days, I'm going to see how far I can go with her, just out of pure curiosity. I hope you know what you're getting yourself into, babe. ϟ♣ϟ xxxx Magicianxxxx He's an irritating little geek; that goes without saying. Seriously, what the hell is with the whole anime-slash-videogame obsession? It's childish, and I hate people who act like But unlike the rest of that bunch of idiots, he at least has the brains to be afraid of me, so I don't completely despise him. ϟ♣ϟ xxxx Tamerxxxx Hahaha! I dislike this guy just as much as the rest of them, but it's a bit different. It almost scares me, how much he hates me, but it makes me want to keep poking at him to see if I can make him snap back. I'll bet I could. ϟ♣ϟ xxxx Fire Eaterxxxx Same story as with Tamer, actually. I'm interested to see if I can make this guy mad. Although, he's quite a bit older than me, and if I were smart, I'd probably let him be. But no one's ever accused me of being smart. ϟ♣ϟ xxxx Pin Cushionxxxx Used to be that I absolutely despised this girl. Then again, for a while, I despised absolutely everyone except Sachiikou. And she still gets on my nerves; I mean, how can anyone laze about -that- much? But she does her share of the work in the club, and there is some merit in the ability to never, ever editorialize about anything. So I can tolerate her. But that doesn't mean I like her by any means. ө♠ө xxxx Ring Leaderxxxx One word: UGH! He's just like his brother; an annoying, conceited jerk. I mean, honestly. How could either of them -not- notice me? ME, of all people?! Kazuki always acted like I simply didn't exist, like he was better than me, and his brother is the same way. I have an ego, and I'll admit that, but this guy is the kind of person who thinks his s**t smells like roses. Annoying little p***k. ө♠ө xxxx Thimblexxxx Most of the time, Michiko does nothing short of irritate me. I mean, besides her brains, why do we really keep her around? She's SUCH a spaz, and she never does anything right! Maybe if she wasn't so damn clumsy, and she didn't act all shy and innocent, she'd annoy me less. ө♠ө xxxx Bearded Lady xxxx Ugh, gag me with a spoon. This woman is so ******** girly, it's almost shameful. What the hell is with the kimonos, and the polite attitude; it's weird. And to act as prim and proper and polite as she does, and then apparently be fascinated with firearms? Something's not right there. ө♠ө xxxx Trapezexxxx Please, for the love of God, just shut up! Everything about this guy rubs me the wrong way. That sickeningly sweet mothering attitude he has towards his friends grates on my nerves.
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Yo. The name's Acacia Phedra Though most people know me as L a d y Hades YouSpinMeRightRound,BABY!S I G N - U P ! × - The following fields are required!  ♀ ♂ × Date of Birth: 11 // 17 // 1994 × That means you are a/an: I never could get into that astrology bull, but I -think- that means I'm a Scorpio. × Your accent says: I was born in Santorini, Greece. Parents are Greek, and their parents were Greek, and so on and so forth. I am fluent in English though; my parents taught me so I could help out properly with the restaurant. × Your blood runs: The doctor said I was type AB. Whatever. × How TALL you are: Tall. Last time I was measured, it was about 1.8 meters, or..five feet, eleven inches if you don't follow the metric system. × How much you weigh: Ah..what did the doctor say..65kg, I believe. Or, if don't use the metric system, that's about 143 lbs. And pretty much all of it's muscle. YouSpinMeRightRound,BABY!The Pleasure's All Our`s! [ [ ******** ] ] Y O U Firefly Have you LOST YOUR LIGHT? Now I [ h a t e ] your ways Because they're just like MINE. . . × Pixal Hearts: ღ>> Kung-Fu Movies! Bruce Lee? Jackie Chan? Oh my. If you want to get on my good side, buy me a martial arts film; unless you put anthrax in the case, I'll probably love you for a while. ღ>> Coffee! I am a borderline insomniac. I live on coffee. Deny me my daily rounds of caffeine, and I will beat the s**t out of you. Got it? ღ>> Rock Music! There is no sensation quite like putting on a pair of headphones, turning the volume up all the way, and starting a rock song. It's like being trapped in a tunnel; you can't escape, but neither can the music. ღ>> Combat Boots! Lace-up boots that weigh me down? Yes please. ღ>> Olives! Call it a cliche, but olives are ******** delicious, no? ღ>> Thunderstorms! Forget dancing in the rain; give me some claps of thunder and lightning strikes, and that's all the beat I need. ღ>> Denim! I cannot go without wearing a pair of blue jeans. Denim is heavy, but comfortable; it's just the thing for me. ღ>> Seafood! Shrimp? Lobster? Yummy. I prefer seafood over any other sort of meat. Not to mention, it's got iodine which you need if you don't want your neck to swell up like a balloon... ღ>> Spiders! Call me crazy, but having eight legs has got to be pretty awesome. ღ>> Swimming! Every summer, when I had a day off from helping Mum and Papa with the restaurant, I used to go swimming. I had a little place that no one else knew of, where I'd just swim and float and clear my head. I enjoyed that feeling..still do, actually. Now that I'm living in Athens, I do go swimming on occasion, since there is a pool in the recreation center at the college, but it's never quite the same. Ah, well, I still enjoy it. × Time for a Hunt: ✗ >> Snakes... Ugh...I hate things that slither around all sneakily, so I hate snakes and anything that reminds me of them. ✗ >> The Beach.... Have you ever had to spend thirty minutes trying to get sand out of your surfing shorts? No? Then you won't understand why I hate the beach. ✗ >> Sweets... I prefer bitter or salty foods; sweets, particularly chocolate, aren't strong enough for me. ✗ >> Cell Phones... I nearly got run over by a moron who was driving while talking on the cell phone. As such, I pretty much despise the things. ✗ >> Greasy food... Er..please don't try to feed me fast food. Inedible crap that comes from a grease pit simply does not sit well on my stomach...ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick.. ✗ >> Cats.... Lazy, no-good bastards. I have never been a cat person. They ruin the point of having pets; cats do everything themselves, whether you like it or not. You have to follow -their- rules, and I will be damned if I'm upstaged by a feline. ✗ >> Peanut butter... Calista used to force me to eat peanut butter and jelly on pita bread. Not only do I hate sweet things like jelly, but that girl put so much peanut butter on those sandwiches, it was stuck in my mouth for hours. So, now that I live on my own, I don't keep it around. ✗ >> Uppity Bastards I despise people who think they're better than everyone else. They are nothing more than the scum of the earth, and I hate it when people feel like I'm turning my nose up to them just because I don't speak to them. ✗ >> Needles..! A..a s-shot? Er...can I make my appointment for later? I am pretty much terrified of needles. I think that started when I got a tetanus shot when I was seven, after I stepped on a nail..my elbow hurt for a week. I associate unnecessary pain with getting a shot. ✗ >> Liars.. I hate being lied to. There is really, truly, nothing I hate -more- than someone flat out lying to my face. I scolded Calista so many times when she was little when she tried to lie to Mum or me. I don't lie to people if I can help it, so I always hope that they'll show me the same courtesy. × Friend List: ❀❤❀xxxxxx_sσииєтxxxxx Information Loading. . . ❀❤❀xxxxxWhite Magexxxxx Information loading. . . ❀❤❀xxxxxSamuraixxxxx Information loading. . . × Ignored List: ☢☠☢xxxxxDark Knightxxxxx Information loading. . . ☢☠☢xxxxxAssassinxxxxx Information loading. . . ☢☠☢xxxxxCult.del.cieloxxxxx Information loading. . . × Only Thing that Matters: The most popular term used to describe me..hmm..that would probably be 'Introverted b***h.' I've earned a reputation as a cold, no-nonsense girl who would just as soon kick you in the face as look at you. Unless I'm PMSing, this is pretty much a stretch of the imagination. I wouldn't particularly call myself cold; a better term would be oblivious. Seriously; I am generally unaware of the people around me. I mean, I know they're there, obviously, but I usually have more important things on my mind than someone trying to say something random to me. As for the no-nonsense part? Well, I'm a rather direct person when I am interacting with someone. There is nothing I hate more than having to sugar-coat things for the sake of someone's ego, and I simply will not do it. However, that's the way the world works; even as a kid, I took the pragmatic approach to everything. People mistake my directness for one of two things; me being rude, or just a harsh personality. But it's just the way I am, and people will get over it eventually. Though, for the most part, I don't particularly care if they get over it or not. Maybe I -am- rude... When I venture out in public, I tend to have a 'stay away' vibe that even lingers when I'm working. I am not a big fan of talking to complete strangers, and I especially don't go out of my way to do so. As such, I am generally content to be another face in the crowd; it's kind of hard when you've got off-white hair though. I don't make small talk with the cashier when I'm paying for groceries; I prefer getting out of other people's way as quickly as possible. I am a pretty good worker, despite what anyone would think. I rather enjoy putting effort into something, and seeing how much money my effort has made me. I'm a girl with bleached hair who is mostly incapable of cracking a smile for no reason; most people would assume I'm rude to customers. That, of course, is completely untrue. I am completely and totally polite to paying customers when I'm working, even if they're obnoxious tourists. It's how Mamme taught me to behave towards people, and what sort of granddaughter would I be if I didn't at least adhere to her lessons at her daughter's restaurant? If I make a mess at work, I don't leave it for someone else to clean up; I do it myself. As long as you can get over the fact that I am not good at acting cheerful on cue, I'm a pretty dependable worker. My parents can attest to that; I never did have trouble doing my chores when I was a kid. Well, unless it was babysitting, but that always seemed more like punishment than a 'chore'...Ah, I'm getting off the subject here. When I am with my family, I am a bit more open. I've always loved my parents, and my sisters. I would probably work at the restaurant for free if Mum didn't insist on paying me for my work. And though I have never been that fond of the quaint beauty of Santorini, I am always ready to go back there to spend time with my family. If you can believe it, I can usually be particularly sweet to my sisters, Asia and Calista. Calista wants me to take her shopping? Sure thing, sweetheart. Asia wants to braid my hair, since I can keep mine twice as long as hers? That sounds like fun. My sisters, particularly Calista, bring out my protective streak. Asia had to run her boyfriends by me before she introduced them to Mum and Papa; if I didn't approve of them, there was no way in Hell that our parents would. I have a tendency to try to avoid worrying my mother, but I am completely unashamed to say that I am a 'Daddy's Girl', to use a phrase I heard somewhere once. My father is quiet, like I am, and he and I tend to understand each other best. And unlike Mum, Papa has never once teased me about how Asia is going to end up giving them grandchildren before I do. I appreciate that about him. But seriously; in general, I am super protective of my family, as a big sister/eldest daughter should be. I'm quiet. That is one of the big things about me. When I am not with my family, I prefer to be by myself. It kind of makes you wonder how I started playing an online roleplaying game. Regardless; I am not an exceedingly violent person, despite what some may think. I don't exactly go looking for fights, unless it is in the defense of either of my sisters, or someone else I am fond of. I can be a very vengeful person, and I am very much capable of making people's lives miserable if they make me mad, but I am actually not that easy to piss off. If I'm frustrated, I go to the gym and take it out on a punching bag. I prefer to deal with my own problems, in my own way. I suppose that's one thing my parents always said about me; I've always hated turning my problems into someone else's. As mentioned before, I am very protective of the people I'm close to, like my family and the few people who manage to get my attention and keep it long enough for me to consider them a 'friend'. You want to hurt either of my sisters or one of my friends? Just try it, buddy; I'll be kicking your a** into the next millenium. I've always, always been the big sister, looking after Asia and Calista, and that tends to carry over with my friends. Asia used to get so upset at me because I tend to to think about others' well being before my own, but hey. I'm tough, both physically and emotionally; why shouldn't I be concerned about the people close to me? YouSpinMeRightRound,BABY!Character Design v.1.8137 Roxanne, you don't have to [[ w e a r ] ] that dress T O N I G H T It's easy to blast them all away Pull a trigger Push a button... And say ADIOS to today.... Photo Upload! I spent my teenage years studying my family tree, trying to figure out whether or not my mother had screwed around with some tourist. Why? Because I look nothing like the rest of my family. But rather than comparing myself to my mother and sisters, I'll just let you imagine the complete opposite of what I look like, if you're -that- curious. For starters, I'm tall. I mean, like, really freaking tall. Tall, and pretty thin. I don't get on the scales, but the doc says I'm about 65kg, which seems all right to me. I've been practicing Karate and Judo since I was about twelve, so I am fanatical when it comes to staying in shape. And I am in shape. Since I exercise every morning, I do weight training a few times a week, and I prefer walking over riding any day, it's easy to look at me and see that I am very much fit, even if my muscles are not disgustingly obvious. Really; the only majorly fat part of my body is my chest. My mother and my sisters all tend to gain weight through their hips and legs, but not me! No, I apparently inherited some sort of boob gene from Papa's side of the family. I have been cursed to wear nothing less than a 32D since I came out of puberty, and let me tell you. Being as active as I am and having to deal with these..things bouncing around is seriously annoying. But I digress...I'm sure you'd love to hear more about my breasts, but that's not what we're here for, is it? I've got pretty broad shoulders for a girl, and I've got some seriously long limbs; said limbs, my legs especially, are very flexible. As such, if I say I am going to kick you in the face, I am capable of getting my leg up high enough to do so. I also have big hands and feet, which is, in fact, something I inherited from my mother. I say I don't look anything like my parents, particularly my father, but that really is a bit of a stretch. If you were to stand my father and me next to each other, our facial features would match up pretty well; my sisters favor Mum, but I look more like dear old Papa. I earned high cheekbones, a firm jawline, and a surprisingly full, feminine pair of lips from him. Also like him, I have some seriously bright green eyes; some people say they're creepy, others claim that they're hypnotic. Hypnotic? Haha, what the hell? I have to sit down and think about that sometime. Anyways. Once upon a time, my hair was brown, just like my parents and sisters and relatives and everyone else in Santorini. So, when I was about thirteen, I started bleaching that s**t, until it was almost completely white. My hair's kind of brittle because of that, but that's nothing a good conditioner won't fix. My hair grows fast, so I tend to cut it quite a bit. I cut it a few weeks before my nineteenth birthday, right before I moved to Athens, and it was already at my waist by the time I was planning on heading back to Santorini this summer. Yeah..like I said, it grows fast. I cut it to about my collarbone a week or two ago when I went to get my roots touched up again, because it's easier to manage when it's short. I don't usually style it; if it's in my way, I'll pull it back, but that's it. I don't wear makeup; I have clear skin and relatively dark eyelashes. Why would I -need- makeup? Okay, so that's it for my physical appear--oh, right. I'll bet you want to know how I dress, don't you? want to know if I'm a slave to trends? Want to know what body parts I like showing off? Fine. First things first. Never, ever try to convince me to wear a skirt. Ever. I do not wear skirts. If I feel like showing off my legs, I'll wear a pair of cutoff shorts. It's always jeans; usually, I wear bootcut jeans, because skinny jeans and straight-leg jeans never fit right over my boots. Speaking of boots; I love boots. Particularly combat boots. If they lace up and look completely heinous, I'll probably adore them. On those rare occasions that I feel girly, I have a pair of red pumps that I enjoy wearing. With jeans, obviously, and a belt; I can never go without wearing a belt, even if the jeans are really tight to my hips. I have more variation when it comes to shirts. Sometimes, it'll be tank tops and plain button-up shirts, and sometimes I'll go for silk tops with those funky Mandarin collars, and if you're really lucky, you might see me wearing a dress as a shirt. I never quite understood the whole 'accessorizing' thing. I have one necklace that always shirt, but that's it. I mean, I don't even like carrying a purse around; I keep my wallet in my pocket. I have a stonewashed denim jacket that I wear when it's cool, and a black wool coat that my mother bought me that I'll wear if it is absolutely freezing outside. I work out in a sports bra, regular sneakers, and a pair of sweatpants, unless it's cold outside, in which case I'll wear a hoody too. Okay, now seriously. That's the best explanation you're going to get out of me about how I look and dress, so shoo.  A Design A L L Your Own!Looking back on it, I might have had a bit too much fun creating my in-game persona. It's all leather and buckles and stuff I would never touch in real life. A picture's worth a thousand words, but lets see if I can't give you a bit more..though describing this as if it were me -still- feels weird. Well, lets give you the basics for starters. I decided to go with black hair; it's about shoulder length in the front, and longer in the back, with no bangs. There is an ornamental bead weaved into the hair on the right side, right beside my eye. I believe that there's a feather weaved into the hair in the back as well. Blue eye makeup, green eyes, and I think I made it a point to create my in-game persona with very few curves. I don't remember why, though. Actually, I think I made my character rather small in build altogether. If you saw such a person in the real world though, you wouldn't believe them capable of swinging a claymore-sized sword with one hand. But that's why it's a video game, right? I made myself pale in this too, for some reason..maybe I was trying to create an antithesis of myself in general? Who knows. God only knows what I was thinking when I decided on clothes for this; what kind of warrior doesn't wear armor? Ah, I guess that's why you buy s**t like that in the game. The top is made of black leather; it connects around the neck like a halter top, and it is really low cut. There's some sort of extra layer underneath it; a black mesh shirt, maybe, that covers what chest the main shirt reveals. The main top stops ends by suddenly ruffling just above the navel, and there are two brown leather bands wrapped around the base of the shirt, just underneath where the rib cage would be on any normal person. Do pixelated characters hav--ah, ignore that. There's a belt underneath the collar of the shirt, though you can only see the undone belt buckle on the left side. Also, there's a belt that starts just below the shirt on the left side, and it is slanted to curve all the way down to the hip on the right side. Besides the shirt, I decided to add leather sleeves that start right underneath the shoulders. They lace up on either side(talk about impractical), and have black lace at the top. There's also a pair of mesh gloves underneath, that hook around my in-game persona's middle finger. As for the lower half, it is quite possibly even weirder. Cut-off shorts, black leather, cover pretty much nothing. Black mesh tights are underneath that, and the lower half of them are covered by black leather boots. Said boots have a significant amount of heel, and they lace up against the calves, rather than the shin like normal boots would. There's another brown belt around my persona's hips, which holds up something very..odd. I wouldn't call it a skirt, exactly, but I'll describe it as such for convenience's sake. The skirt is made of black leather, and it's lined with what looks like some sort of heavy red brocade fabric. On the right side, it only wraps around to stop at the hip, while it wraps around farther on the other side. The entire left side, starting at the middle of the pelvis and ending at the left hip, is completely uncovered. Which, of course, explains why I have my persona wearing shorts. Like I said; this entire get-up is entirely impractical, and I guess it was intended to be a complete antithesis to me in real-life. But isn't that the point of such things in a video game? At least it looks kind of cool. I could probably come up with some more details, but seriously. A picture's worth a thousand words, and I've got one up there. I pretty much hit the nail on the head with my first couple of sentences; my persona is all about leather, no armor, and looking too small to logically lift a giant sword. Doesn't look a thing like a warrior, and I honestly wouldn't have it any other way. YouSpinMeRightRound,BABY!Distribute Your Skill Points!
Defense:●●● Magic Attack:●●●●● Magic Defense:●●● Agility:● Evasion: Accuracy:●●● Pick your skills! Sentinel //physical/damage// This is my most basic attack; it's nothing more than a simple diagonal sword slash. 4 Arms Attack //magic/buff// With this move, I can do one of two things. I can either increase my own evasiveness, or I can increase someone else's. Usually, I'm increasing my own. Hey! Don't give me that; I suck at dodging. Iron Will //magic/buff/debuff// What is that old saying about presents..it is better to give than to recieve? All right then, I'll do that. By decreasing my own strength, I can increase my defense, or someone else's. I pretty much always increase someone else's; isn't that nice of me? Defense Break //debuff/physical damage// I suppose this could be called a double-whammy? With this attack, I can cause physical damage with a powerful sword slash, and I can do some major damage do your defense as well if I hit you hard enough. Flame Steel //magic/physical/damage// Ohoho..I'll bet this one hurts like a b***h, doesn't it? My sword spontaneously grows super-hot before I give my opponent the old vertical slash. So, basically, they're getting slashed by a very, very, very hot weapon. Ouch. Hold it! //magic/physical/damage// You'd better watch out for this one! Good thing that my accuracy isn't that terrific, because this one would hurt if it was. One powerful, linear sword thrust, and I can cause some serious damage. On top of that, there is a chance that this move will delay my opponent's actions for a short while, making it an easy target. YouSpinMeRightRound,BABY!Welcome Warrior! Nice? Me? Don't you know that being a [ [ B I T C H ] ] is a full-time job?
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Are you people ever going to be satisfied? No? Fine. Then I'll tell you about my life, as unremarkable as it is. Contrary to popular opinion, I wasn't raised by wolves, nor am I the daughter of Satan, or whatever the hell people like saying. No, I was born in 1994, the oldest daughter of a perfectly normal woman named Agatha Phedra, and her husband Eugene. Mum and Papa lived in Santorini, Greece, and Mum ran a popular restaurant. Since I was born in November, I got to spend about six months being an obnoxious little rugrat while they cooed over me, and then the first tourist season of my life hit. My grandmother mostly kept me out of the way until September; that woman taught me to talk in those three months, and I was walking before I had reached eighteen months of age. Yeah, I was a bright little s**t. I was two when Asia, my younger sister, came into this world. Apparently, I didn't like not being the center of attention. Imagine that! I bonded with her later, of course, but still. By the time I was eight, my mom had popped out a third child, another girl named Calista. Even when she was born, it was obvious that the baby was going to be the pretty one in the family. So, it was my parents, my two sisters, and me. As soon as I was old enough to not make a complete fool of myself, I was allowed to hang around the restaurant during the tourist season. It stayed like that for a while. Mamme died when I was eleven, and since I was a pretty mature kid at that age, I got to babysit my sisters. But let me tell you, I didn't agree to that willingly. See, I was attached to that little restaurant..I still am, actually. I didn't want to spend my summers looking after Asia and Calista, but I did anyways. At least, I did until I turned thirteen. I was in a rebellious sort of mood by the time Asia, my little home-maker of a sister, was old enough to look after Calista. From the time I almost got my tongue pierced, to the time I bleached my hair until it was almost white, I was at odds with my parents. Particularly my father. However, I guess they got used to the idea, because I didn't hear anything about it after a few months had passed. When a friend of my father's gave me a bunch of kung-fu movies to watch with Asia and Papa, I was the only one who gleaned anything of interest from them. I managed to sweet-talk Papa into letting me take karate lessons, and bam; I had a hobby. It was good for me, apparently, to have a hobby. I was always a bit of a loner, too tall for the boys and too tough for the girls at school. Papa said later that he figured I was being rebellious because I had pent-up frustration, and he figured martial arts would be a good outlet for that. Being frustrated and rebellious wasn't the reason I didn't have friends though, and I didn't make friends. My rebellious streak did tone down a little bit, though they never did convince me to cut my hair to the roots and let it grow back brunette. I finally started getting paid for my work at the restaurant when I turned sixteen. And I stayed working there, saving money for some reason I hadn't quite figured out, until I graduated high school. Then I realized why I was saving money. I was always a pretty good student. Not the best, but I was distinctly awesome at Science-related classes. So, when I graduated, my test scores were good enough for me to get a scholarship offer from a decent enough college in Athens. So, I figured out how much it was going to cost, got my schedule situated so that I would start the next spring so I could spend one last summer working at the restaurant, and that was that. The December after I turned nineteen, I packed my bags, said my 'see ya's to my family, and I got on a flight bound for Athens. My goal? Get into medical school, and maybe one day apply for citizenship somewhere like the United States. When I started college, I kept my normal air of 'stay the ******** away from me', and I remained friendless. Well, there was a guy I dated for a few months, but that ended pretty quick. I was content to not have anyone to pal around with; I never have liked people my age. I took up learning how to kick box in college too, so maybe I developed some sort of 'bad girl' reputation. Who knows; I didn't particularly care either. I was pretty bored in Athens for a while; I spent my summers working at the restaurant in Santorini, and I was always back to Athens by the beginning of August. Then that game came out. I was merely bored and curious when I decided to try playing Fantasia. I created a character, came up with some totally stupid username, and started playing under the warrior class. After all, a class that didn't sound all magical and sparkly sounded just right for me. And I guess I was right, because after the first time I played it, I was totally hooked. I started coming to that cafe after school every day to play the game. I'd heard about the virus, of course, but by the time I started getting into the game, I figured I could handle it. Looking back on it, I probably should have known something bad was going to happen when I started playing Fantasia. My Itunes is Playing . . . . ||Green Day - She's a Rebel|| ||Becky Baeling - My Grave|| ||Flyleaf - Sick|| ||Chevelle - The Red|| ||Breaking Benjamin - Firefly|| My favorite CSS color code is . . . . ▃--Green ▅--Dark Sea Green █--Lime Green Comments? It irritates me to say this, but when I'm playing Fantasia, I am usually running after monsters for other people. However, since I am usually doing this by myself because teams aren't my thing, you'd best be offering me something good for me to pit myself up against something powerful. I suppose I could almost be compared to a mercenary? 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«x» ___ Sohma Yaso ___ «x»
He stands at a rather average five-foot-eight, and he weighs in at about 120lbs. Though he is bordering on underweight, his body fat is distributed evenly to prevent him from looking bony. He is of a small build, and slender. Though he is obviously male when facing you, one could easily take him for a girl from the back when he is wearing tight clothing. He has slim shoulders, and a gracefully arching back that leads down to what he considers the most perfect a** in existence. He has long legs, with the side of his right thigh decorated by the tail of a tribal, lizard-shaped tattoo that weaves around his right hip. That mark is the only thing marring his otherwise exquisite, slightly tanned flesh. Once upon a time, Yaso enjoyed dying his hair. Crimson, black, purple..he tried most everything that didn't involve making his hair lighter. However, after a while he got bored of that and allowed the dye to fade and reveal his true hair color. Yaso has hair the color of brown sugar, and he wears it sort of long-ish; the tips fall just a bit below the base of his neck, and it gets shorter as it comes around to the front. He insists on having his hair razor-cut, and it is layered and kept somewhat fluffed, with just a bit of gel to prevent frizzing. His bangs fall over and around his large, sea green eyes, which merely makes them stand out like moss on a tree trunk. His features are delicately constructed and one could mistake him for a girl at a distance. He has a slim jawline, a small nose, and a softly-shaped pair of lips. His ears are pierced, and he is usually seen wearing a simple silver stud in one ear and something completely different and most-likely dangly in the other. When it comes to clothing..well...if money passes through his hands, what isn't spent on junk food or stuff he might actually need, he wastes it on clothing. This man has a closet full of shirts and a dresser stuff with pants. Yaso hates wearing loose clothing; he is usually wearing clingy t-shirts or turtlenecks. Said t-shirts are usually decorated by the name and logo of some foreign band, or a stupid phrase. A shirt he has a sick sort of fascination with wearing is one a friend got him as a joke for his birthday; the word 'princess' is written across the light blue shirt with glittery pink letters. Truly, his friend never expected him to do anything but throw it away, but it is his favorite shirt. When he wears button up clothing, they have a tendency to be short, never coming past his hips. His pants are always fitted around his hips and thighs, always to flaunt his rear end, and they loosen around his knees, often covering part of the tops of his sneakers. His legs fit somewhere between the length of average and tall, so he prefers to wear jeans meant for taller individuals with longer legs, rather than wearing jeans that show off his ankles. On the subject of shoes..Yaso has two extremes. He likes sandals, or he likes boots with an obscene amount of unnecessary buckles. This boy hates wearing sneakers, though -he- does have a pair, and if he can't wear boots with his clothing in the winter, he prefers shoes that merely slip-on. Of course, as his cursed form is reptilian in nature, he has the same profile that plagues the snake and Opiuchus in the sense that cold weather leaves him with a high risk of transforming should his body temperature drop too low.
Though Yaso is annoying at times, he is for the most part nothing more than a charming, persuasive young man. From a young age, Yaso showed a remarkable amount of resilience to anything and everything. He has always been a fairly friendly, upbeat individual; nothing much gets to him. However, he is known to be a bit of a prankster. Well, that isn't quite the way to put it. He enjoys messing with people's heads. He used to find a wicked sort of delight in making people say things that wouldn't say otherwise, and he still enjoys leaving people scratching their heads as he flounces off. Sometimes, of course, this is completely unintentional. This boy has a tendency to say things that make sense in his head, but make no sense to anyone else when they escape his lips. It can be humorous sometimes, but never laugh at Yaso. Unless he is trying to make someone laugh, he doesn't like feeling as if someone is making fun of him. This man is a narcissist. As far as he is concerned, he is one of, if not the best thing in existence, and he insists on making sure everyone knows that. He is spoiled, and he will pout or pitch a fit if someone does not give him praise at even the smallest of things. If someone has captured his interest, he will pester them, prod at them, and play head games until they either punch him in the face or become attracted to him. When he is interested in someone, this boy is a rather shameless flirt. It isn't rare to see him giggling like an idiot over a fantasy he's toying with in his head; because of things like that, he is usually considered a bit weird. Actually, Yaso knows that he's weird; but he's good-looking, so as far as he's concerned, he can get away with it. Yaso does have his moments of insecurity, despite everything. He feels vulnerable if there isn't someone paying attention to him; quite often, if someone gives him a sharp remark, he'll automatically assume that they hate him. He's also very melodramatic; if someone he is interested in doesn't like him back, he will automatically think that it is the end of the world. He is fickle though; he changes his tastes in men the way some people change their clothes. Yaso has quite a bit of difficulty actually connecting with anyone; he has friends, of course, and he is a rather fun friend to have. However, there has never been an instance where he managed to form a deeply emotional connection with anyone. This is probably because there isn't anyone who can keep up with him, and he can't stand being with someone who drags him down. He has a tendency to be bossy with people he cares about too, although he does try to keep that as toned down as possible.
Once upon a time, Yaso might have had the potential to grow up as a quiet, pacifistic individual. Of course, with his mother, this was pretty much impossible, and he made himself louder to prevent himself from being trampled. Chinatsu Sohma was a control freak, the owner of a small restaurant. She wanted children, yes, but there were not many people she was willing to do such a thing with. Marriage to a woman like her was bound to be insufferable, and most men realized that. However, she did meet a man, a shy, pretty little thing who was rather attracted to her more dominant personality. Though they never got married, they lived together for a while and then, all at once, that relationship was over. However, Chinatsu had gotten her wish; she was pregnant. The way she had figured it, if she could have a child with her brains, but the good looks of both parents, there was no way that they wouldn't be successful. Instead, she got a lizard. Chinatsu was a very perceptive woman. She took one look at her child, and adamantly refused to lay a hand on the boy until they were home. When she picked her son up, her fears were indeed confirmed. In the blankets lay a tiny, brightly colored little lizard. Well, that wouldn't do at all. She raised her son, but she rarely touched him unless it was to smooth his hair or shake his shoulder to snap him out of a daydream. She -did- love the boy, really..but she was first and foremost a practical woman. And somewhere along the line, this practicality began to frighten poor little Yaso, and that frightened mentality somehow managed to combine with the fact that she told him to be wary of females. Is it any wonder he ended up with a dislike of women that borders on fear? Yaso did his best to keep his mother happy; he was a good student, never making many friends unless they were guys, and what could he do but 'carelessly' avoid denying any rumors that he preferred to keep male lovers? He let those rumors persist, right up until his final year in high school. It was then that he really did develop an attraction to another male. From the very first time that boy gave in and kissed him, he was stuck with the Libra of the Sohmas as if he were a particularly cute leech. Of course, no one could stand anyone who craved so much affection constantly for long, so Yaso lost his first boyfriend pretty quickly. He broke up with the next one, and the third moved to America, so there he was at graduation. When he recieved his acceptance to the college he had wanted to attend, his mother drove him to the Sohma Estates. They were closer to the college than his home was, and he could live at the main house while attending his classes. All in all, it would be much easier for him, and for her. However, when the woman showed him the first amount of genuine affection she had in her life by kissing him on the forehead, he probably would have tried to go back home with her. But, of course, she shoved his last bag at him after she had kissed him, and then left while he was still disoriented. So, here he is; an attention seeking boy who hasn't even reached twenty, waiting on bated breath to be introduced to the other people like him.
This is a man who would introduce himself to a proper gentleman by saying 'Hi, I'm Yaso and I sleep with other guys!' Aside from the curse, he isn't capable of keeping secrets. Well...he doesn't really list off his medical problems. His mother carried a gene for hemophilia which she passed onto him, so he does have to be kind of careful about what he does. A psychologist also told his mother that suffered from ADHD and narcissistic personality disorder..Ritalin does keep the former in check though..sort of.
Fast cars Foreign languages Candy Junk food Men Foreign music Playing the guitar Fireflies August Sand American comic strips(he has a particular fondness for Calvin and Hobbes)
Carrots Fish Women Water Shoes
Thunder storms Drowning Flying Clowns Women
Diplomatic Open-minded Fair Music oriented Friendly
Hot guys Good sex Narcissistic Lazy Fickle Melodramatic Irrational Attention-whore
"You say melodramatic like it's a bad thing!" "Does sex count as aerobic exercise?"
For this man who acts more like a peacock, the idea of transforming into a lizard disgusts him. Unfortunately, there's not much he can do about it. Yaso's animal form is that of a Rainbow Agama; a species of lizard found in Africa. While, outside of the mating season, these lizards are brown in color, Yaso is not so. No, he is brightly colored as the male lizards are when they are seeking a mate. He is about five inches long, with a bright red head, cobalt-colored body, and a long blue tail striped with lighter cyan hues. This makes him easier to notice, as he tends to stick out like a sore thumb in any situation when he does transform, whereas he would be hard to notice due to his size if he were just an ugly brown lizard.
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«x» ___ Sohma Shinshiro ___ «x»
Shin looks nothing less than what you would expect from a Sohma. This man is beautiful in a way that would make anyone look twice. Not that he intentionally flaunts that fact. Though it can't quite be sure where along the lines he managed to gain an advantage of height over most Japanese males, he did. Shin stands at a rather startling six-foot-three, which gives him an imposing air despite everything. He weighs 150 pounds, distributed rather evenly throughout his body. His upper body has a vague triangle shape; he has broad shoulders, but a slim waist. Perhaps the most noticeable thing about his body shape is that he has broad, somewhat feminine hips. He is actually somewhat fond of his hips, and he prefers to avoid hiding them. Much of Shin's height is in his legs; the exaggerated length, combined with how thin he was then, made him look rather gangly as a teenager. However, he grew into them eventually. His distinctly masculine physique belies a sort of frailty that we'll discuss later. Shin, if asked what his biggest vanity was, would probably tell you "My hair." His hair is pitch black, standing in contrast against his pale skin and blending with his dark eyes. He keeps it long, coming close to the small of his back. He pretty much never wears it any way except down, unless someone forces him to restrain it; even then, he usually just braids it, and it is difficult to convince him to actually pull his hair up to keep it out of his way. As mentioned before, his eyes are dark, a shade of blue so deep it comes close to to looking black. Though his eyes are, dark, he has a distinctly intense, magnetic stare. Perhaps it's a result of his role as a snake in the Sohma family? As with the rest of his body, he has an elegantly constructed face; high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and rather full lips. His head is connected to his shoulders by a long, impossibly graceful neck. All in all, his physical features have an elegant, almost feminine softness to them. Shinshiro Sohma has a strange fondness for wearing mostly muted colors, with a splash of bright color at a rather random location on his clothes. His slacks are always fitted around his hips to highlight a feminine silhouette. Though he has a fondness for Chinese-style shirts, he is usually seen walking around in button down shirts. This man is almost never seen wearing short sleeves, even in the dog days of summer. Usually, a splash of color with him is nothing more than a brightly colored belt, or maybe something gaudy hanging from his pierced left ear. Anything that he has to wear that is not in that basic category of shirts is well-made; silk or satin shirts with mandarin collars, and small brocade patterns. Obviously, these do stand out at least a bit, and he only has a few of them. When the whether starts getting cold, he starts bundling up more; it would not be surprising to see him wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath his usual button down, and then a heavy leather coat and gloves.
Shinshiro's entire personality is mostly summed up in the word 'quiet.' He does not speak unless spoken to, and for the most part, he avoids places that give people the opportunity to talk to him. At the same time, should someone get close to him, they'll find that he is a passionate man, firm in what he believes and always willing to try to bend heaven and earth for people he cares about. On the surface, Shin is cold and elegant, a living sculpture made of ice. He is never rude to anyone; no, this man is startling polite to everyone. However, there is a sharp quality to him when people try to goad him into conversing with them, that keeps most people away when they notice it. He is constantly on edge in public, regardless of how comfortably he may seem. When he is doing something such as buying groceries or eating at a restaurant, Shin prefers to speak as little of possible to the cashier or his waitress. There is a quality about him that makes it seem as if he is constantly in a hurry, though he rarely does rush himself. He has no one he keeps close to him; to most people, he is simply a mystery, beautiful and harsh, with an almost hypnotic sensuality that many people notice even on a superficial level. The closest thing he has to 'friends' is one of his female editors, and a young boy who lives with his parents in the apartment beside his, who always insists on bringing him a part of his mother's home-cooked creation. He is restless, spending much of his time at home deep in thought, wearing a trail in the hardwood floors of his living room. To these people who can skim just beneath the surface of his personality, they see his quiet, kind side. He isn't cold, he simply guards himself and his secrets by any means necessary. It would be rare indeed to hear this man raise his voice, even if he were trying to get someone's attention. Rather, he is similar to his cursed form in the fact that he can sneak up on someone rather easily. He has a soft spot for children, and he has this odd habit of keeping candy around his house for that little boy next door, even though he himself detests sweets. If a friend has a problem, he will listen patiently, and if he thinks he can, he'll offer them advice. This man has a philanthropic streak that has been with him from a young age. Though people think that his apparent coldness leaves him stingy and bitter, Shin would truly give you the shirt off his back if you needed it. He often seeks the opinions of people he is friendly with, but he never asks for help, even if he truly does need it; he stubbornly refuses to be a burden to his friends. If you can get close enough to Shin to be able to go deep beneath the introverted side he shows strangers, and the softer, gentle side he allows his friends to see, what you find may surprise you. He is a startling fierce, passionate individual when he is comfortable being so. Though he will yield in the face of a more dominate individual, Shin has within him a core of solid, unbending steel. If he is not satisfied with something, he will either fix it, or he simply won't put up with it. His close friends, however much he cares about them, would not be able to make him yield. It is, in fact, possible to goad him into a heated argument. In all actuality, he is a stubborn individual; he hates losing arguments, and will only bow out gracefully if such a heated debate is about to come to blows. It is only people who can get this close to him who can make him angry. And, if you can dig even deeper than that, all the way down to that place that no one has managed to reach? You would find within Shin a sensual being; a passionate yet considerate lover. Again, he is quiet even on this level. He's the sort of person who would bend heaven and earth for the sake of his loved one.
But he did. When Shinshiro was handed to his mother, he transformed. The woman's joy, of course, turned to horror when she was suddenly holding a blanket covering a tiny black snake, instead of a baby boy. Daisuke tried to explain what had happened to her, but she wouldn't listen. She thought of her child as a monster, and if she had her way, he would have been immediately tossed in a dumpster somewhere. It all ended in a messy divorce, and Mizuki having her memories of the curse and her son erased. As far as she knew, she and her husband had simply had too many conflicting issues, and their marriage was too difficult to maintain. Shinshiro grew up well enough with his father raising him, with both of them living at the main house for convenience's sake. Daisuke blamed himself, rather than his son, for driving his mother away, and he showered an almost smothering amount of affection on the boy. When he had to work, the maids who knew of the curse looked after him. Besides the fact that the man piled clothing on him in the winter to prevent him from transforming, Shin loved his father dearly. They were a team, and it remained that way throughout most of his life, with that man supporting him wholeheartedly. When he turned eighteen and started college, Shin's father died of lung cancer. His inheritance paid for his college, but that mattered little to him. The boy who had made so few friends in school had lost the person dearest to him; he retreated to the surface layer of his personality, and stayed there. It remained like that for a few years. Shortly after his twenty-first birthday, Shin was contacted by a grandmother he didn't know he had, who told him that his mother had died in a car accident. In a string of maternal frailty, perhaps, she had made her will with him as the sole benefactor of all of her assets. He was her only child, after all. He went to her funeral, seeing the woman for the first time in his life as she lay there in her casket. Three weeks later, he began coughing up blood during a visit to the main house. He was rushed to the hospital, and was diagnosed with pulmonary tuberculosis minutes before he transformed into a large snake. Once again, memories had to be erased, and he was isolated with only a Sohma doctor taking care of his aggressive multi-drug medicine regimen. After all; he was feverish in those three months, unable to keep anything down. He lost nearly fifty pounds in that time, and the first half of those weeks left him transforming quite often due to his illness. When he had recovered, Shinshiro finished his schooling, found an apartment, and worked at a bookstore until he got a job writing mystery stories for a magazine. And that was how he lived his life. The man was twenty-eight, largely keeping away from the entire Sohma family unless he needed to see a doctor. He considered moving back; even for him, such a lonely existence could be insufferable after a while. However, even if he was welcomed there at least superficially, there was always that feeling that it was not a place where he belonged. After all, Shin knew that in the legends of the Western Zodiac, he was the outcast, just as the Cat was to the Eastern.
Aside from the most obvious, regarding the curse? Shin has extrapulmonary tuberculosis. He contracted pulmonary tuberculosis at the age of twenty-one. He remained completely isolated from society for almost a year; for three months, it was because he needed to remain isolated while he went through an intense multi-drug regimen to stop his illness. For eight more months, it was of his own volition, so he could be easily monitored in case he relapsed in that time. He didn't then, so life went back to normal. However, a few months after his twenty-seventh birthday, he was having trouble breathing, so he returned to the doctor to get x-rayed. What they found was fluid between the thoracic cavity and the pleural cavity surrounding his lungs; he had relapsed, and they diagnosed him with tuberculosis pleurisy. It is non-contagious and non-lethal, and pretty much all they can safely do for him is give him medicine to help with the pain and the fevers. The doctors are concerned, however, that he is going to relapse into a violent, active case of caviary or milial tuberculosis on top of tuberculosis pleurisy. He hasn't yet, and his current disease doesn't hinder his lifestyle in any way, so he simply lives with it.
Vegetables Summer The dictionary Photography Tea Camellias Thunder Writing Mystery novels
Birds of prey Wool Chocolate Dairy products Frogs Pumpkin Cats Winter Loud music Flashing lights Cellular phones
Needles Crowds Dirt Cold weather Blood Boats
Elegant Quiet Passionate Iintelligent Writing
Brooding Restless Cold Paranoid Introverted
"Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should always consider itself venomous." -- Chanakya "I'm sorry, I'm too busy pacing right now."
Talk about boring. Shin's cursed form is that of a black rat snake, a species common in the North America, particularly East of the Rocky Mountains in the United States. Obviously, seeing such a snake in Japan would be nearly impossible. He is almost six feet in length, which is a rather large size for a rat snake to reach. He looks threatening at that length, but the rat snake is not venomous and is easily startled, and Shin is the same way. Perhaps the only thing that sets him apart is that, like in his human form, his eyes as a snake are blue, rather than black. But I don't think anyone wants to get that close to a snake, so lets just leave it at that.
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XXSHINSHIROSOHMAXX xxxxxxxxxOphiuchus - Let my weary heart DROWN in the pouring rainxxxxxxxxx  Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away It'll be a miracle.... _________________________________ TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT ___________________________________ Do I divide and fall apart? Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark This ship went down in sight of land And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands? WE'VE ALL GOT WOOD AND NAILS |
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XXSOHMAYASOXX xxxxxxxIt's LIBRA calling mexxxxxxx  I'm the NARRATOR, and this is just the PROLOGUE..... TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT I AIM TO BE YOUR EYES ______________________________ Someone asked me what my true feelings are I'm not really sure myself I'm looking for the balance, though I'D LIKE TO REACH THE STARS I don't want to be alone here tonight... |
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«x» ___ Sohma Michie ___ «x»
Michie is a lithe, slender creature. She stands at a height of 5'3, which she sometimes changes by wearing heels; most of her height is in her legs, which seem impossibly long considering that she never did grow like a weed. Her weight is about 115 pounds; for the most part, it is distributed evenly throughout her body. However, God apparently had a sense of humor and gave the Virgo genetics that allowed a good portion of her body fat to be located in her breasts. She isn't ridiculously top heavy; she's about a 32C, but the problem is that she has a very slim body. Skinny shoulders, slender hips, and it is possible for some to span the entirety of her waist with their hands. As such, she looks somewhat disproportionate. Michie carries herself with a grace that is positively feline; quiet and slinky, and it is rather interesting to watch her move. Though she does admittedly have a nice body, if one were to look up at Michie's face, their eyes would immediately come into contact with a pair of round, black-rimmed glasses that seem far too large for her delicate features. Behind these glasses is a stunning pair of cobalt eyes, which she does occasionally show off with a pair of contacts, although she honestly hates wearing the things. Her hair is black, laced with the barest of brown undertones that winds up giving her hair the appearance of coffee. It is slightly wavy, and she keeps it cut a bit past her shoulders. As mentioned before, Michie has delicate features; large eyes, a small nose, and a, pardon the pun, kittenish mouth. She only ever wears makeup for very special occasions, which means that the relatives who have never met her before the New Year's Festival will be seeing something extraordinary. Now then. Clothing. Michie looks every part the shy, conservative schoolgirl. Button up shirts, and skirts that are never any shorter than knee-length. Blue and lavender are her favorite colors to wear, but she will never wear one with the other. She prefers dark colors in her skirts, and light colors with her shirts. You will never see her dressing entirely in white, or entirely in black when she is wearing a multi-piece outfit. For special occasions, Michie will often wind up wearing dresses that are a bit more risque, yet she still manages to make them look modest. This woman rarely wears anything in the way of accessories, save for her glasses and the occasional delicate silver chain around her wrist. Her largest variation in clothing comes with her shoes. Michie has flats for work, comfortable heels for when she's going out in public, and flashier heels and pumps for special occasions.
Practical? Shy? Sensual? This girl can be any of the three, depending on what is expected of her. Michie Sohma is a woman who is usually firmly grounded in reality. She does not try to find an escape route for her problems; if something goes wrong, she is there to fix it or go down with her ship, so to speak. She is practical, bordering on shrewd; she doesn't like keeping unnecessary things around, or doing terribly unnecessary things. At the same time, she can be airy and playful, doing what she can to make people notice her. I suppose one could compare her to a cat in that fact. She will consider many things unnecessary or wasteful, unless she is the one doing such things. If she's being playful or buying something she doesn't need, it is all well and good, but heaven forbid someone else act the same way. Particularly when she's in a bad mood. She can be critical of other people, although she's intelligent enough to keep thoughts like these to herself. There is a curiousity in her veins, a desire to know more about things, places, and other people. When it comes right down to it, Michie is a quiet person. She doesn't raise her voice unless she is simply stressed to her absolute limit. It is easy to embarass her(heaven forbid one of her cursed relatives goes running by naked after they've transformed back into a human), and she shows a frail side to most people. She needs to be around people she trusts, and, unfortunately, those people are rare. If she doesn't trust you, she is shy and withdrawn. If you try to push you too far, even with her quite, polite personality, she -will- bite you. Figuratively, of course. Michie doesn't like it when people back her into a corner, and she likes it even less when there's absolutely nothing she can do about it. If you can get her to trust you, however, she is a very sweet individual, much like one of those purring little kittens who simply wants to nuzzle up against someone for a bit of much-desired affection. Sometimes, if you can get her trust, what you find might surprise you. She is a sensual, almost predatory individual. Michie knows how to move her hips in just the right way, to stand next to an individual with an air of posessive ownership, to bat her eyelashes and put a purring quality in her voice that could rather quickly drive someone crazy. With her loved ones, she shows a haughty side, a side that demands that she be admired, whether for her accomplishments or her appearance. Though she is does submit in the face of a more dominant being, she always insists on having things her way, when she wants them. Of course, just when you think you can't take anymore of her haughty, demanding ways, she is back to being a sweet little creature, playing innocent until you can't possibly stay mad at her anymore.
There was not much that could be done to prevent Michie's fate. Her parents were both Sohmas, a couple who ran one of the many onsen owned by the Sohma family. When she was born, the crying baby who was placed in her fathers arms became a tiny, blind newborn kitten incapable of making any sound. For the briefest of instances, that concern was there when she transformed; what she the outcast, the cat, or what she something entirely different? Fortunately(in their eyes, at least), Michie was not the cat. There were places in the Zodiac that had not been filled, and she inherited the soul of Virgo. Her parents raised her quietly at the onsen, rather proud of their bright little daughter, but not quite sure that they could handle raising a cursed Sohma. And, it turns out, they couldn't. She was bright, yes, but even at a young age, the Virgo was a very fretful creature. By the age of thirteen, Michie was obviously dealing with OCD, and beginning to show signs of general anxiety disorder. Of course, her parents had no idea what to do in the face of that, and she was still young. So, her disorders went untreated for several years. She was gradually developing underlying symptoms of psychotic depression, barely keeping it together at school or at home. Most of the time, she simply found herself a quiet place and tried to keep her mind quiet and calm. Unfortunately, that could only work for so long. She considered herself worthless; if God had a purpose for her, then why was she the way she was, pushed to her breaking point? The stress kept building up until she could no longer take it. At the age of seventeen, not even a day after she graduated high school, Michie ran away. She was too panicked, too confined in that place with the people who raised her. She ran with no idea where she was going, and she kept going until her legs simply wouldn't hold her up. That was when she met Takumi. He was a doctor, a good eight years older than her. He found her sitting on a swing in the park, a rather filthy young woman with a large crack in her glasses. When the man made an attempt to try to help her, she scratched him, realized what she'd done, and promptly started crying. He did genuinely want to assist her, as there was obviously something wrong. He managed to calm her through sheer willpower, and took her back to his apartment. There was nothing wrong with her physically, but when he took her to see a friend of his, who was a psychiatrist, he diagnosed her, and gave Takumi a prescription of the medications she needed before she completely snapped. And so, the doctor looked after her, showing her a selfless amount of kindness that she was unaccustomed to. What exactly could Michie do but fall in love with him? It took her about three weeks to tell him her name, and another three months to willingly tell him exactly how far away from home she was. She told him why she ran away, what her family was like, what her home was like, everything she could tell him. Except for the curse. And even that had to come out eventually. She was improving, a little bit at a time; as she improved, Michie went to great lengths to get closer to her savior. One day, Takumi took her to the Sohma Estates, to see if they could contact her parents since she herself was unwilling to. And so, it was decided that Michie would go home. Of course, she didn't want that one bit, so she did something she had become rather good at. She ran away. Takumi found her in the park where he'd met her nearly five months prior. It was not he who embraced her. Rather, Michie cried an apology moments before she fell into his arms. Poof, he was no longer holding a young woman, but a young Siamese cat. He did manage to get back to the apartment before she transformed back, and the fact that he was willing to hear what she was, without staring at her in disgust, was a welcome relief. Of course, that wouldn't do with the Sohma family. She wanted to stay with the man who had in months given her more affection than she had ever recieved from her parents, but she had no choice in the matter. When Michie told him that he was to have his memories erased, because no outsider could know about that secret, he accepted that, even though she didn't. And then, it was over. Her life returned to the way it had been before. With her outstanding test scores, she was rather willingly accepted into college, one near the Sohma Estate. She loved her parents, she really did, but Michie was bitter and she did not want to spend more time at her childhood home. She packed her bags, and moved back into the Sohma Estate. And though she had no interest in living with them, her parents still paid for her tuition, and they sent her money every month which paid for her medications. And her life goes on, just like that.
Michie makes it a point to visit the park where she met Takumi on a weekly basis. On very rare occasions, she sees him, but she never even considers the idea of going over and speaking to him. After all, though she did love him, and still does to an extent, there is no future in something like that.
Cherries Nail polish Seafood Milk Helping people Books Sleeping Quiet places Children
Dogs Loud men Being woke up early Thunderstorms Rowdy people Being disturbed Water Contact lenses
Losing something important Onoxious men High places Snakes Feeling trapped Stupidity
Practical Detail-oriented Polite Playful
Fussy Nervous Critical Haughty
Music Box-- --Regina Spektor So Sweet-- --Maria Mena Who Knew-- --P!nk
"No, curiosity didn't kill the cat; it just got it a little wet." "You will find truth more quickly through delight than gravity. Let out a little more string on your kite." --Alan Cohen
Virgo: A sweet little Kitten
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Morning glory Shines upon your face Not a trace Of years allGONE TO WASTE  XSOHMAxxMICHIEX xxVirgo -Intelligence comes with Innocencexx You let go and landed ON YOUR FEET.... TEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT TEXTTEXTTEXTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT TEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXTTEXT TEXTTEXTEXTTEXT .....And it felt SO SWEET Here's a story of hope and light You didn't win without a fight NOW HERE'S TO YOUR D E L I G H T |
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«x» ___ Emilie Brewer ___ «x»
June 18th; I am the Scorpio, afterall.
I was a bartender before I moved to Japan. I spent a bit of time working as a model too; y'know, pin-ups, Suicide Girl s**t...
Well, for starters, I'm skinny. And tall. The last time anyone measured me, I was 5'11, and I weighed about 133lbs. The doc says I need to gain some weight, but he also told me I need to stop drinking and smoking so like hell I'll listen to him. I've got bony hips and I can't wear anything larger than a 30B properly, but most of my body fat is pretty evenly distributed. I still look like I might be a good lay, which is the important thing. I've got long legs, which I tend to flaunt with short skirts; this, of course, always makes my garter belt look far kinkier than I intend it to be, but we'll get to that later. The only tattoo I have is a lotus on my left arm, just below my shoulder; I'm really more of a piercing person, but we'll also discuss -that- later. My father was apparently hot stuff in his day, and my mother could probably pass for twenty-five at the age of fifty. Needless to say, being the child of attractive parents, I am one hot b***h. Well, that might be a bit of an understatement, but that isn't the point. I have inky black hair; it's close to being dark enough to look fake, but I assure you, I have never dyed my hair. I keep it short; it' stops at the nape of my neck in the back, and is cut to follow my jawline in the front. No bangs, nothing extravagant; just hair. I usually keep my hair parted in the middle, away from my eyes, but sometimes I'll leave it messy and hanging in my eyes, and sometimes I'll spike it just to make people look twice. My eyes are boring, a color of blue that's closer to grey, but I keep them constantly at attention with a shitload of mascara and eyeliner, and some really extravagant eye makeup. Where I usually keep my hair simple, my makeup is always over the top. It's always red or black lipstick, smoky eye makeup, and I have never done a show where I was not wearing false eyelashes over my own. If I have red lipstick, I wear gray or other muted colors of eyeshadow. If I have black lipstick? Yeah, you're getting a kaleidoscope of color for my eyes; I take a good part of my artistic streak out on my eyes. Now, before I start talking about how I like to dress, let us focus for a second on my ears. I have a piercing fetish, according to one of my friends. I've got five piercings in my left ear, and three in the right. Right on my lobes, I have gauge piercings; the guy used a 12mm needle, so I am usually wearing some sort of small plug where those are concerned. I keep three hoops in the soft part of my left ear, and two on the right. The only other piercing I have in my ears is a helix piercing in my left, which is pretty small and usually unnoticed thanks to my hair. Besides those piercings in my ears, I have a navel piercing, and I never take the barbell out of my tongue. And those are just the normal ones. No, I'm not saying I pierced my 'downstairs area', so don't -even- think about mentioning it. Oh, no, I got something even kinkier, simply on a dare. Three days before I was meant to head to Japan, my friends got me trashed and dared me to get a corset piercing. So, I did. On either side of my spine, I have eight piercings. They're separated evenly, and there's a captive ball ring in each one. After this stupid 'banquet' thing, those suckers are probably coming out, but for now, I take particular amusement in tying ribbon through these piercings. I've kinda taken to backless clothing too. Now then, where was I? Ah, right. Clothes. Well, for starters, I have an obsession with two things: Plaid, and leather. My skirts are always made with one of these two things. I never wear skirts any longer than mid-thigh, and they're usually long enough to show off the straps of my garter belt. I hate wearing tights, so when I wear hosiery, it's thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt. I'll wear pants sometimes, and though I often wear plaid or houndstooth slacks, it isn't rare to see me in wide-leg blue jeans. I have a bit of a shoe fetish, too. You will never see me wearing flats, oh no. A pair of shoes has to have at least a three inch heel, or I won't wear them. Now, considering how tall I am, wearing six inch platform heels can make me look rather intimidating. I love knee-high boots, and I also love pumps. Now, as for my shirts. Well, it's usually a regular tank top or cami, sometimes with ripped up tee that is four sizes too big for me over it. I love wearing military caps too, and maybe it's the hoity-toity French b***h in me, but I have a ridiculously cliche fondness for berets.
It isn't obvious by now? Are you stupid, or just dumb? I'm a self-hating whore, and that's all there is to it. ...... Still here? Jesus, what is your deal?! Fine, lets see if I can overanalyze myself for you. For starters. I am quiet, unless you talk to me. When people talk to me, they find out that I have got one hell of a potty mouth. It is rare for me to give a retort that doesn't have at least one curse word in it, and I actually don't try. I don't go out of my way to interact with people, and I prefer sitting on the sidelines in most situations. I learned at a young age that people are interested in other people's business, and I am prone to biting people's heads off if they get too curious about me. I'm a complete and utter b***h, and there's no changing that. Seriously; I haven't had a 'sweet' side in years, and I really don't want one. I'm introspective, and I think too much. But that cool side of me gets me attention, and though I hate attention, I love it at the same time. I'm a hypocrite too, now that I think about it. If you can, by some miracle, buddy up to me, you'll find my wild side. I love sex, I love drinking, and I am always up for a challenge. Drinking games, dares..there isn't much I won't do, unless the curse is going to get in the way. Sorry boys, that means no sex unless you're tied up and I'm the only one allowed to do the touching. However, even though I am a daredevil, I do have my limits, and you would do well not to push me past them. I do have a weak side, that I don't want to show to anyone. I am perfectly capable of crying and wanting to get close to people, but crying and spending time just being scared isn't something I do. If I'm scared, I stay tough, act harsh, and most people can't tell the difference when I'm upset about something. I'm a Sociopath. No, seriously. The doctors diagnosed me with malignant narcissism, antisocial personality disorder, and psychopathy when I was eighteen. I translate all of this as 'I am a ********, sadomasochistic b***h.' Fortunately, I have a decent amount of self-control, and I translate a lot of my aggression into more..sexual pursuits. Unfortunately for people who try to get with me without really understanding my kinks, my idea of good sex involves a lot of pain...for me, and for whoever else I'm involved with. However, don't try to push me too far. I am violent, and if you piss me off, I am liable to hurt you. I'm running on a pretty short fuse too, so keep that in mind if you want to push my buttons. Oh, one last thing. This ties in with pushing me too far. I'm terrified that I'll relapse. Sometimes, when I am stressed almost to the breaking point, I yearn for the comfort that I always got from heroin. I don't -want- to go back, don't want to disappoint the one person who took care of me and died taking care of me. More than anything, even my own enjoyment, sex is something that alleviates the desire I have sometimes to shoot up. So maybe, sometimes, I really am desperate for that sort of carnal attention.
Damn it, this -really- isn't any of your business... Alrighty. Angelica Langlois was a French-born woman who moved to Los Angeles when she was twenty-three. Bad idea. It's hard to make your dreams come true in the City of the Angels, and it was no different for my mother. Within six months she was alternating between waitress and prostitute, doing anything to make money, anything to keep herself going. I think she met my father, Jason Brewer, when he was feeling a little lonely. After all, there's nothing quite like a little French whore to get you going. Well, to make a long story short, my father ended up sticking close to my mother. He was a doctor of about thirty, and he made decent money. He could have taken care of her, and when Mum found out she was pregnant, he did. Oh, how lovely, a happy ending. Ha. You must be ******** joking. When I came into this world, two months early and screaming my lungs out, I got the usual oohs and aahs from everyone and their mother. My father was a very quiet man then, and he didn't want to hold his precious little baby in the midst of a crowd of nurses. So he waited, and it's a damn good thing he did. The moment the nurses were out of the room and Dad went to hold me, the potential for a happy ending went up in smoke. Quite literally, I might add. One little cuddle and he was suddenly holding a bundle of blankets housing a tiny-as-anything scorpion. To his credit, the man didn't immediately drop the blanket and start jumping on it to kill me before my life even really got started. When I transformed back, they had absolutely no idea what had happened; all they knew was that they had a little freak of a daughter and Dad wasn't going to stand for that. I only have one memory of my dad, and mum told me it was the night she had to leave him. He wanted his perfect little world back, the world that hadn't involved a freak daughter. So he and Mum had a screaming match that ended with him kicking her out while she begged him not to, begged him to just give me up for adoption or some s**t like that. That wouldn't do either, so Mum and me were on our own. I think she loved me back then, because she sure as hell didn't abandon me. But she had ruined most of her chances at a career by majoring in theatre, so she had to do something else. The only time I ever returned to Dad's apartment was when she was collecting the last of her clothing, and her jewelry. She said that he'd bought that jewelry for her, so it was hers to do with as she pleased. I don't think he was home at the time, and he probably came home pissed off when he found a key and none of my mom's things. Anyways. I guess I grew up normally enough. My mom got a job as a secretary, and she raised me pretty well. However, as I got older, I must have started reminding her of dad by being an introverted little brat. I think she had completely snapped by the time I turned thirteen; I got a nice little taste of verbal abuse when I was ten, and it gradually became more and more frequent until she pretty much forgot my name was Emilie. I started fighting back at the age of twelve, to the point that the owner of the apartment complex we lived at suggested that we either shut the ******** up or he'd kick us out. Since I hadn't been considered clinically insane yet, I turned the other cheek, put up with my mother, and chalked it up to being a rebellious teenager. After all, everyone else complained about their parents hating them, so having a mother who, according to her, despised me for ruining her life made me feel normal. Which was bullshit, of course, but hey, I was still a little young. By my fourteenth birthday, my mother had lost touch with reality. I was apparently Satan incarnate, and she would not keep me in the house. I probably should have known when my house key kept getting misplaced, but eh. Anyways. She started shouting at me, and I tried to do the usual. Ignore her, go back to my room, put on some headphones and ignore everything. It didn't work. I was cornered at my bedroom door, and she kept screaming at me and I kept trying to avoid screaming back until she actually slapped me. Oh boy, that did it. I went apeshit, wound up with her slapping me again and digging her nails into my face when she did it, and then I ran away. And that b***h never looked for me. That was when I met Toni. Toni Wolf was twenty-one, some kind of genius who had managed to start college at sixteen and go through cooking school and become a chef at some classy restaurant by the age of twenty. She ran across me curled up in an alley about two weeks after I ran away, and she decided to take me home like I was some half-wild alleycat. I guess that was fair of her, since I was dirty, starving, and I was starting to lean into the way of being skin and bones. She asked me all of the usual questions: how old was I, where my parents were, why I'd decided to run away from home. It was pretty boring. But I was a compliant individual on a full stomach, so I told her everything I could. Except the curse. That woman probably would have accepted me anyways, but I suppose I'll never find out. I lived with her for about two years, until I was old enough to get a job. She pulled some strings, told them I was her niece or something, and I got a job at the restaurant she worked at. After all, at the time, I was a far cry from the grimy little thing she'd found on the streets. I was almost respectable. I really loved her, I think. In the span of four years, Toni gave me the most affection I can ever really remember. She forced me to finish school, she convinced me to save my money, and she had a run-in with my mom when I was fifteen which ended with Angelina signing papers that allowed Toni to adopt me. That woman treated me like a human being, so, naturally, of course I would want to tell her about the curse. So, in May before I turned eighteen, I asked her if she could hurry home, because I wanted to tell her something important. Toni was on her way home from work when some guy jumped her. She was mugged, raped, and beaten, and when she died, the only thing I wanted to do was find the b*****d who did it and rip him to shreds. Apparently, she had no family except for her adoptive daughter; meaning, me. So I inherited all of her stuff, which really only made me feel like even more of an a**. I wondered what she'd done to deserve what had happened to her when she had treated me the way she had. Eventually, I decided on an answer; it was because she had been so kind to me. Maybe I was Satan incarnate, like my mother had said. So, I started hating myself. I refused to go into foster care for one damned month until I turned eighteen; instead, I locked myself in the apartment for a month, refused to leave, and when I turned eighteen, I kept living there. I quit my job at the restaurant too, and wound up working at some shitty club instead. That was when I started my self-destructive habits. I portrayed myself as a blatant lesbian to keep men away from me, and one of the girls I slept with was a junkie who introduced me to her lifestyle. I didn't start shooting up until my boss suggested I go see a psychiatrist for my moodswings and aggressive-prone behavior. The moment my diagnosis actually sank in, I found that girl and got higher than a kite for the first time in my life. Pretty soon, I was blowing most of the money I made each paycheck on heroin, and I was effectively killing myself. Maybe I could have managed better if I had touched the money that Toni had been so carefully saving, but I never did. When I was twenty-one, I lost my job and I couldn't pay for my apartment anymore. I didn't really care at the time though, but soon I couldn't pay for my addiction and I was gradually beginning to whore myself out just to get a fix. It was at this time that I went to the bank with every intention of taking all of the money she'd had out, and I got a nice slap in the face by my conscience. What would Toni have done if she'd seen me like this? A whore, a junkie, a bona fide nutcase who was shaming everything she'd ever done for me. I horrified the entirety of the people at that bank when I slapped myself, digging my nails into my own face like my mother had done to me over seven years prior. I was such a selfish b***h. Three days later, I checked myself into rehab, and spent the next seven months suffering through the worst hell I'd ever been through. Seeing as I am a stubborn c**t, I refused to be gradually weaned off of Heroin via the use of weaker opiates; I simply stopped taking the drug, and I suffered the full brunt of my withdrawal. I wasn't feeding any more of that s**t into my system, legal or no, and besides; I deserved the pain. Besides the way I constantly ached, constantly wanted something to make my body quiet, those months are sort of fuzzy. My psychopathy, combined with how desperately I wanted that pain to go away, left me with not much in me besides violent tendencies. I wanted to hurt myself, I wanted to hurt other people, and they eventually had to put me in a room by myself. They started keeping anything sharp away from me too, after I got a safety pin and stuck it right through my tongue. In those moments when I was being quiet, I was transformed, and I have no idea how they didn't find out about the curse. Maybe it was because I was the one to stay away from. I kept at it even though it hurt, because I'm a stupid b***h and I didn't want to disappoint Toni any more than I already had. I think, rather than really getting over my addiction to heroin, I just replaced it with an addiction to nicotine. But it was something that would kill me slower, and it was legal, so I justified myself. When I got out of rehab, I got a tattoo of a lotus on a whim, maybe as a way to signify my 'new beginning'. Was that a snicker? ******** you too, buddy. I did everything to keep myself from falling back into my self-destructive ways; I got a hobby in the way of the guitar, I got a job at a decent enough bar, I reminded myself that there was a curse, and I tried to avoid getting off during sex by hurting whoever I happened to be with at the time. I was still an unfaithful whore who used sex as meaningless comfort, but I was trying. I got started on piercings by getting one every time I was stressed out and jones'ing for a fix. When I got into a band, singing -and- playing the guitar, I kept the rest of them clean too. Everything I did was justification, to try to make myself better for the sake of someone who was dead. I was at a gig when someone approached me about the curse. I was told that I could move to Japan, make a name for myself there, be with other people like me. I called the bullshit card and was content to leave it at that. Yet here I am in Japan, God only knows why, and I'm already feeling stressed. Oh s**t...at least my last girlfriend was Japanese.
I'm cursed, but you bitches know that already. In that case..the fact that I was addicted to heroin is absolutely none of your business. I'm not going to hide my track marks, or the cigarette burns I gave myself, but that doesn't make them your concern.
Piercings Sharp objects Fire Cigarettes Sex Guitars Music Coffee Chains B-movies
Candy Summer Long skirts Gasoline Animals Glasses Computers Heights
Drowning Relapsing Dying Comfort Enclosed spaces.
Resilient Passionate Talented with music 'Cool' Intense
Cynical Foul-mouthed Enjoys pain/causing pain a little too much Short-temper Self-hating.
Marilyn Manson -- Kaboom Kaboom Billy Talent -- Fallen Leaves Kerli -- Hurt Me
"Ka-boom ka-boom, baby." "No, really, mind your own ******** business."
Ugh, this freaking sucks. When I'm transformed, I'm a kind of scorpion called..I dunno. An Australian Wood Scorpion, or some s**t like that. I'm brown, pretty small, and I look like every other scorpion in existence. Which means I could scare the living daylights out of someone if you threw me at them. Unfortunately, though I seriously can produce venom, I have to transform into one of the only species of scorpions whose venom isn't toxic to humans. Which pretty much blows, to be honest.
→ skittles, taste the rainbow ≠ SCREW my BRAINS out, baby... |
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