Name
Sheshoru Ryuusei Takahashi, if you please.
Gender
Female, and proud of it! Filthy males...
Age
Seventeen old enough for ya???
Species
Why should I say? Keep it mysterious.. Let's stick with 'extremely talented human'.
Occupation
Sword player of Circo nelle Stelle.
Appearance
Me? I'm short, only about four foot six or so.. Or shorter. Anywhere below five foot they call people short, so just stick with that. I'm Albino, which means I've got some pretty light hair and eyes, as well as Edward Cullen-y pale. No, I'm not a vampire, but I have white hair and ocean blue eyes. I've been playing with blades all my life, so it's kinda clear I have a couple of scars here and there. A major one was when I was trying to drop a sword into my mouth blindfolded and I missed. It clipped my chin and right down most of my chest, but I mask it up with as much makeup as I can. I don't prune when I'm in water, either. My usual outfits include tons of white dresses, but when I'm on stage I wear a sweet black and white set that makes me look like Lady Gaga or something. Except not THAT freaky. But anyways, if you aren't blind then just look me over! I'm not that shy.
Picture
Me sweet setup
Outside the show
Personality
I'm a tough cookie, to say the least. You'll understand that much in my backstory. I'm not the shyest frog in the pond, but if I see you looking at me weird you better hope you don't lose teeth. On the outside, I'm rough and not the nicest in the world, but if you happen to be invincible and get to know me, I'm not really that bad. Then again, this is coming from me. I personally think that I will protect what I care for, and that includes Stelle. Don't mind my sassy and sharp-tongued remarks, either. To state it simply, I'm a rough-edged cookie with a soft, squishy middle. How can someone who loves animals and plants be as mean as people make me out to be?
Abilities
I've got plenty of powers, including the power to break bones, teeth, and blood vessels under the skin. No, really! To be a bit more serious, I can swallow swords, play with fire, and I have a unique frontal lobe, to quote Hellboy. It's been known to have a coat with you when I'm in the room, mostly 'cause my presence alone seems to chill the air.
I'm a fan of scythes. I can't swallow them that easily, but outside the show I'm always carrying my white one. In the show, I keep a dagger in my dress, for safety reasons you must realize. This show isn't the best place for girls like me, but it's my home. You learn to deal with it.
Weaknesses
I hate to admit my own weaknesses, but I have a poor balance. I also suffer from depression, and that's one of the many reasons why I'm not allowed to have my stashes outside of my performances. Not only that, but I'm cold. I know I called that an ability, but that has scared away more people than fascinated. It's a very long story.
Backstory
I hope you have the time to hear it all, 'cause I know I don't. Living through it once is good enough for me.
My life has been hell, to say the least. I was abandoned when I was little and thrown into the nearest orphanage. I was eventually adopted, but my new father drank and hit with a hard left hook. I learned most of my most painful techniques from that man. the agency I had been adopted from dropped in for a pitiful hi every once and a while, and I had to make an excuse up for all my open cuts and broken bones. That man threatened my virginity and my life with whatever he could right before the visitors came in. He did that with normal company, too, and I had to tell my friends the same thing. That was a pretty horrid time for me, especially when I couldn't spill my heart out to anyone.
After a good six years in that dump, my dainty little mom finally called the police, and that drunk was arrested. I fled before Social Services came to our doorstep.
Living on the streets from there, I managed the best I could, stealing food when I could and earning it fairly when I couldn't. I trusted no one and feared even less than that. Even so, I forced myself to stay away from the pope's office downtown, for fear that I was on the missing persons list. No way in hell was I going back there. I was wandering around when this old woman literally attacked me to get to read my palm. She said all this crap about 'I'm gonna marry an Albino like myself' and 'have six children'... But she did say I have a cold aura and I was an outcast, so she pointed me in the direction of the circus. If I had been having self-esteem issues, then I would've been crushed over her shaking words. Like any of that will come true...But that's how I stumbled upon not only my hidden talent, but also Circo nelle Stelle. I spent most of my earned money on the shows from then on, and my frequent visits earned me a couple of free cotton candies, but seeing the performers made me long so much to be up there among their ranks. When I heard they were looking for new people, I jumped the gun and strutted my stuff. I've been here for a good 3 months getting settled as we've done our circle, and my acts are going to start up next week.
Facts
Besides sword swallowing and freezing glasses, I can cook to survive, but not gourmet. Never, ever give me the position of chef for any reason. I will burn water and then try to make it better by adding milk. I wouldn't call it a weakness, since I never do the cooking anyway...
I also have a diary. It was the only thing I could put my heart and pain into with my father beating me and such. I filled it with the names of my crushes and my haters/hated. I had long lists combined with the detailed descriptions of my wounds from that day's round of drinking, but no a soul that I wrote down ever gave a damn about me or shared my feelings about anything. I have never had a boyfriend.
Sample
((This. Is. The. Best. Roleplay. I. Have. Ever. Wrote.... EVER.
Edit:I will try to lengthen my post lengths, and when I do I will post the better one up here. I'll try to keep it updated!
Also, please excuse any lack of capitalizations or anything. My computer has a tendency to mess those things up. ))
Lava was erupting from the ground beneath New York City streets, tsunamis were hitting Colorado, and the last thing that would be hit, which was currently oblivious to the danger, was Japan. Only half of the Memory Rosary was left, for the other had dissolved, and the Valley of Screams was about to destroy three dimensions all at once, including itself. A lone figure stood on the hilltop, staring so far out, with eagle vison, that the devastations were clear to his eyes. But where was his daughter, the frail, white-haired child who he had come down to seek? Black hair whipped in the gale-like winds, and green eyes stared calmly out at the destruction that he had caused. Do you know his name yet? It was Reeth.
"It is time to end this world, as the prophets had foreseen. My daughter, the angel Sheshoru, will be the only one to be saved, and shall be the one to create the new era of life..." His voice was cold, and his eyes far-off and glassy, but he looked deathly serious. "I will find her, and protect her from high in the heavens, away from that demon..."
Meanwhile, the wanted girl floated through the void, into once again another body. Her head broke the surface of a clear glassy water's surface, and she clutched the loose dress to her chest as she gasped for air. Where was she..?
"You have awoken, I see..." The body-less voice echoed into the endless mist, and Sheshoru shivered in terror. "How is thy feeling..?"
"W-Who are you?!" Her voice shook with each word. Where was Toshirou??? She stumbled against the invisible floor beneath the water.
Eyes appeared in the glossy water, each three times the terrified girl's size, clouded white.. They stared at her cross-eyed, and wicked cackling pounded her eardrums. "Me, dear? Don't you remember??? I am your true mother!" Fog swirled in a twister around in front of Sheshoru, and before her stood the dark-haired Meimei, Goddess of darkness and death. Sheshoru was frozen with terror, and all she could do was stare at the figure, who was the same height as her. "Do you not remember your own mother, Sheshoru?"
Sheshoru was vulnerable, with no one to protect her. She was vulnerable to her mother's deceiving ways, and only one man could rescue her; Toshirou Hitsugaya. She sent her plea out loud and clear, to the one man she had given her heart out to and the one man she could trust her life with....
Sheshoru Ryuusei Takahashi, if you please.
Gender
Female, and proud of it! Filthy males...
Age
Seventeen old enough for ya???
Species
Why should I say? Keep it mysterious.. Let's stick with 'extremely talented human'.
Occupation
Sword player of Circo nelle Stelle.
Appearance
Me? I'm short, only about four foot six or so.. Or shorter. Anywhere below five foot they call people short, so just stick with that. I'm Albino, which means I've got some pretty light hair and eyes, as well as Edward Cullen-y pale. No, I'm not a vampire, but I have white hair and ocean blue eyes. I've been playing with blades all my life, so it's kinda clear I have a couple of scars here and there. A major one was when I was trying to drop a sword into my mouth blindfolded and I missed. It clipped my chin and right down most of my chest, but I mask it up with as much makeup as I can. I don't prune when I'm in water, either. My usual outfits include tons of white dresses, but when I'm on stage I wear a sweet black and white set that makes me look like Lady Gaga or something. Except not THAT freaky. But anyways, if you aren't blind then just look me over! I'm not that shy.
Picture
Me sweet setup
Outside the show
Personality
I'm a tough cookie, to say the least. You'll understand that much in my backstory. I'm not the shyest frog in the pond, but if I see you looking at me weird you better hope you don't lose teeth. On the outside, I'm rough and not the nicest in the world, but if you happen to be invincible and get to know me, I'm not really that bad. Then again, this is coming from me. I personally think that I will protect what I care for, and that includes Stelle. Don't mind my sassy and sharp-tongued remarks, either. To state it simply, I'm a rough-edged cookie with a soft, squishy middle. How can someone who loves animals and plants be as mean as people make me out to be?
Abilities
I've got plenty of powers, including the power to break bones, teeth, and blood vessels under the skin. No, really! To be a bit more serious, I can swallow swords, play with fire, and I have a unique frontal lobe, to quote Hellboy. It's been known to have a coat with you when I'm in the room, mostly 'cause my presence alone seems to chill the air.
I'm a fan of scythes. I can't swallow them that easily, but outside the show I'm always carrying my white one. In the show, I keep a dagger in my dress, for safety reasons you must realize. This show isn't the best place for girls like me, but it's my home. You learn to deal with it.
Weaknesses
I hate to admit my own weaknesses, but I have a poor balance. I also suffer from depression, and that's one of the many reasons why I'm not allowed to have my stashes outside of my performances. Not only that, but I'm cold. I know I called that an ability, but that has scared away more people than fascinated. It's a very long story.
Backstory
I hope you have the time to hear it all, 'cause I know I don't. Living through it once is good enough for me.
My life has been hell, to say the least. I was abandoned when I was little and thrown into the nearest orphanage. I was eventually adopted, but my new father drank and hit with a hard left hook. I learned most of my most painful techniques from that man. the agency I had been adopted from dropped in for a pitiful hi every once and a while, and I had to make an excuse up for all my open cuts and broken bones. That man threatened my virginity and my life with whatever he could right before the visitors came in. He did that with normal company, too, and I had to tell my friends the same thing. That was a pretty horrid time for me, especially when I couldn't spill my heart out to anyone.
After a good six years in that dump, my dainty little mom finally called the police, and that drunk was arrested. I fled before Social Services came to our doorstep.
Living on the streets from there, I managed the best I could, stealing food when I could and earning it fairly when I couldn't. I trusted no one and feared even less than that. Even so, I forced myself to stay away from the pope's office downtown, for fear that I was on the missing persons list. No way in hell was I going back there. I was wandering around when this old woman literally attacked me to get to read my palm. She said all this crap about 'I'm gonna marry an Albino like myself' and 'have six children'... But she did say I have a cold aura and I was an outcast, so she pointed me in the direction of the circus. If I had been having self-esteem issues, then I would've been crushed over her shaking words. Like any of that will come true...But that's how I stumbled upon not only my hidden talent, but also Circo nelle Stelle. I spent most of my earned money on the shows from then on, and my frequent visits earned me a couple of free cotton candies, but seeing the performers made me long so much to be up there among their ranks. When I heard they were looking for new people, I jumped the gun and strutted my stuff. I've been here for a good 3 months getting settled as we've done our circle, and my acts are going to start up next week.
Facts
Besides sword swallowing and freezing glasses, I can cook to survive, but not gourmet. Never, ever give me the position of chef for any reason. I will burn water and then try to make it better by adding milk. I wouldn't call it a weakness, since I never do the cooking anyway...
I also have a diary. It was the only thing I could put my heart and pain into with my father beating me and such. I filled it with the names of my crushes and my haters/hated. I had long lists combined with the detailed descriptions of my wounds from that day's round of drinking, but no a soul that I wrote down ever gave a damn about me or shared my feelings about anything. I have never had a boyfriend.
Sample
((This. Is. The. Best. Roleplay. I. Have. Ever. Wrote.... EVER.
Edit:I will try to lengthen my post lengths, and when I do I will post the better one up here. I'll try to keep it updated!
Also, please excuse any lack of capitalizations or anything. My computer has a tendency to mess those things up. ))
Lava was erupting from the ground beneath New York City streets, tsunamis were hitting Colorado, and the last thing that would be hit, which was currently oblivious to the danger, was Japan. Only half of the Memory Rosary was left, for the other had dissolved, and the Valley of Screams was about to destroy three dimensions all at once, including itself. A lone figure stood on the hilltop, staring so far out, with eagle vison, that the devastations were clear to his eyes. But where was his daughter, the frail, white-haired child who he had come down to seek? Black hair whipped in the gale-like winds, and green eyes stared calmly out at the destruction that he had caused. Do you know his name yet? It was Reeth.
"It is time to end this world, as the prophets had foreseen. My daughter, the angel Sheshoru, will be the only one to be saved, and shall be the one to create the new era of life..." His voice was cold, and his eyes far-off and glassy, but he looked deathly serious. "I will find her, and protect her from high in the heavens, away from that demon..."
Meanwhile, the wanted girl floated through the void, into once again another body. Her head broke the surface of a clear glassy water's surface, and she clutched the loose dress to her chest as she gasped for air. Where was she..?
"You have awoken, I see..." The body-less voice echoed into the endless mist, and Sheshoru shivered in terror. "How is thy feeling..?"
"W-Who are you?!" Her voice shook with each word. Where was Toshirou??? She stumbled against the invisible floor beneath the water.
Eyes appeared in the glossy water, each three times the terrified girl's size, clouded white.. They stared at her cross-eyed, and wicked cackling pounded her eardrums. "Me, dear? Don't you remember??? I am your true mother!" Fog swirled in a twister around in front of Sheshoru, and before her stood the dark-haired Meimei, Goddess of darkness and death. Sheshoru was frozen with terror, and all she could do was stare at the figure, who was the same height as her. "Do you not remember your own mother, Sheshoru?"
Sheshoru was vulnerable, with no one to protect her. She was vulnerable to her mother's deceiving ways, and only one man could rescue her; Toshirou Hitsugaya. She sent her plea out loud and clear, to the one man she had given her heart out to and the one man she could trust her life with....
