Post by Naomi Mizuki on Jun 4, 2013 17:34:16 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Naomi Mizuki
★ NICKNAME: N/A
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Kirlia
★ STATUS: Legal
★ AGE: Fourteen
★ HEIGHT: 5'
★ WEIGHT: 92 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: IA from Vocaloid
★ APPEARANCE:
One word can be used to describe Naomi; and that childishly cute. However; my personal opinions aside, Naomi is a girl of small structure. It won't take a genius to see that she has never worked a day in her life, and given her normal adorned clothing, it's obvious she probably never will have to.
Frail is one word to describe her. She has next to no muscle on her frame, and her arms alone are boney and thin. Shoulders are dainty, pulled back in a posture of proper etiquette. She can give the first impression of grace... until she trips over her feet and faceplants into the ground. Naomi has the outward appearance of a noble-the selected few wealthy enough to not have to worry about putting food on the table for their family for many generations to come... but first impressions aren't everything.
In terms of physical appearance, Naomi looks like a rather average teen... minus her obvious fragility. Her face hasn't fully grown out of the childhood chubbiness, her cheeks and chin only lightly defined. Cheek bones are average height, and not too prominent. Eyes are what we would call 'Asian' eyes; and are very blue in color.
Her hair is another story.
With her bangs at the very least to around the length of her nose; most of them are long enough to reach to her upper back while in braids. Front bangs are generally braided as such; one braid on either side of her face with a metal clasp tying the loose strands together. Bangs not confined in the loose braids show the wild nature of her hair if it were to be cut short. The rest of her blonde hair reaches to her lower back, and for the most part it's straight and mostly tame.
Aside from that; as stated prior, Naomi isn't a person you would see at a gym lifting weights with fighting-type Pokémon. She doesn't have a bunch of scars; not even from childhood. There... is one thing that has shown up to sort of 'mark' her as a Gijinka, however. Ever since the procedure, her skin has become unusually pale. While it can be seen as a beauty statement; it has proven to be more of a hindrance than anything else. When she goes outside for any length of time during the day, she doesn't tan; she burns. Needless say; when she does go outside, she generally has clothing to protect her against the sun's harsh rays.
Clothing normally consists of dresses and fancy cloth. She aims to cover up as much skin as she can; not only to protect it from the sun, but out of shame of her 'branding' of difference. She does take a liking to gloves of all sorts, as well as hats... though the latter is more out of necessity than fashion. Needless say; anything she wants to wear, she generally can get or made to her specifications. She does not understand that most of her outfits cost enough to feed a good portion of the slums for a day on their own.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Attentive
- Caring
- Curious
- Determined/Stubborn
- Friendly
- Honest
- Loyal
- Optimistic
- Quick study
- Reliable
★ NEGATIVE:
- Childish
- Dependent of others
- Dreamer
- Easily frightened
- Obedient
- Self-centered
- Selfish
- Sheltered
- Timid/Shy
- Trusting
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- She is very reliant on the stability of people around her. If most people are happy, she'll generally be happy as well; but if people are generally not happy, she doesn't know what to do about it and will generally try to find a way to cheer people up. She strives to have no conflict in the people around her.
- Worry makes her pace and; not bite, but chew on her fingernails. It's not uncommon to see her fussing with her hair or the hem of a sleeve or skirt or something, either.
- When frightened; Naomi will hide behind the biggest, tallest person she sees as 'safe'.
- When she is upset, her face gets red, she pouts, and she normally storms out of the room to busy herself with some sort of mundane task to distance herself from whatever made her upset.
- Because she is mute; she never goes anywhere without paper and a pencil.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Naomi... where to start.
Well, the first place is generally that she is a very sheltered person. Seen as frail from her birth; her parents were very strict on what she could and could not do. She didn't get to run around with other kids and get the normal bumps and bruises that kids get; instead her parents put her with private tutors and made her stay within arm's reach of an adult figure. She is a very learned teenager, even for her age... however, the constant supervision and smothering of her parents has left her dependent of others and constantly seeking a protective figure to watch over her.
Her parents control everything and everyone she meets. She has never felt the raw burn of having her trust thrown back at her, and she has not had any reason to doubt what her parents taught her. She is a person with a passive personality; following words without a doubt in her mind. She places her trust on everyday strangers to do what is right by her, and has the dreamer mentality that everything is alright... even if it isn't.
There is no real 'dark' side to Naomi. In many ways, she is still nothing but a child. She pouts when she doesn't get her way, and though passive, she is extremely spoiled and self-centered. Being waited on hand and foot for her entire life; she has never had to worry about things most children do. If she wants something... she generally gets it.
Regardless; Naomi is a sweet person by nature. She doesn't judge people in a day to day basis (though seeing someone dressed in all black with a rainbow colored mohawk might frighten her), and will place her loyalty in perfect strangers... even going as far as to stand up for them. When she gets mad; her face turns red, and she won't hesitate to get in someone's face... well, until they make a feint toward her or get in her face back, at least. She'd falter if they did that; and even as stubborn as she is, she would probably back down and hide behind someone. Naomi is the furthest from a fighter as one can get.
In all; she is a train wreck waiting to happen. She has no coping measures to deal with the real world when she gets out from under her parents' wings. Time will only tell if she'll be able to make it in the real world.
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H I S T O R Y
Naomi was born into a well-off family. Her parents own several businesses, and pride themselves in their business leadership. Her older brother is their pride and joy; and honestly, they don't hide who their favorite child is.
When Naomi was born; her parents couldn't have been happier. However; their hopes and dreams for their new daughter diminished the moment she was born and no cry was uttered. She wasn't dead; but since birth, Naomi has been mute.
Of course, to two major leaders in the business world, this was a disappointment. "A strong voice is the key to leadership!" her father used to tell her brother-and still does. With that mindset; Naomi was quietly tucked away-confined to their estate in the upper class district. Her parents never missed a beat in their work; and her childhood didn't stop them in that effort. She spent most of her time with tutors and maids, her brother showing up to greet her more than her parents did. Her parents were always away on business trips across town, or on vacations to the countryside outside the city, that she was too 'delicate' to join on... but growing up, and even now, Naomi never minded her exclusion. She never really understood that her parents were ashamed to have given birth to someone who could never lead an organization-because to them, carrying on the family pride was the only thing that a child could do.
Her brother didn't see it that way. Only about three years older than Naomi; he never really understood the idea of 'broken'. He saw his sister as his sister-nothing more and nothing less. Often, her brother would take time from his studies to visit with her and entertain her. His parents repeatedly told him that she was fragile; that something wasn't right with her, that she could easily get hurt. He did not heed his parent's warnings, for even at that age he couldn't make sense of them. His sister couldn't talk verbally; that didn't mean she was broken.
And so, unknowing to their parents, he coaxed their tutors into taking them outside during lessons. She had always been allowed to roam the estate freely, so long as she had a supervisor, but for the first few times; she was allowed to experience the city. This continued for many years; and for the most part, was the most exciting thing that happened to our little Naomi in that timeframe.
That all came to an abrupt end after one of their little 'adventures' outside of the confines of their estate ended in both her brother and her becoming ill. First it was just a cough; like an itch that wouldn't go away, and before long everything became a haze to her. She doesn't remember the time during her illness; but she knows that her parents sought the help of the scientists of Epispect. Willing to pay any amount of money; it was the first 'real' demonstration that her parents did truly care for her, broken or not.
Both her brother and she underwent the procedure to save their lives. They awoke feeling better than they had ever felt before; with added bonuses.
Born again as Gijinka, it was like learning to walk all over again for them. Both handled the procedure well; but even after two years later, Naomi hasn't fully gotten used to her new... being. Her parents had made sure that she had had some psychic-type base when the procedure happened; in hopes that maybe she would find a new way to speak. They were severely disappointed when that did not come into fruition, and in fact, not much changed about Naomi. Her brother grew into his new abilities well, but Naomi never fully grasped that she had been born again into something new-something her parents could see as perfect... not broken.
Life returned to normal, for the most part. At some point during her rehabilitation, her parents decided to allow her to do as she pleased. Seemingly giving up on the notion of her following in their footsteps; they lightened her tutoring and gave her more free time to herself. Still required to be supervised, she started going out to the city more often, without her brother. Most of her trips were to the park, marketplace, or library... and still are.
Even throughout the years of her little 'adventures', Naomi never really concluded that there was a brink of war threatening to be thrown over the edge. Somewhere; she understood the delicate balance that was threatening to be overthrown, but her parents chose a side for her, and she is too obedient to defy their word.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Ghost
★ AGE: 19
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A
★ RP SAMPLE:
Between the smoky air and the loud, drunken, boisterous people in the bar; the atmosphere was nauseating. Kiran didn't know what led her to the dingy place, but there she was. Every time after a big job, the Therion would take some of her earnings and treat herself to a night out on the town. It was a little reward she gave herself, something to break the monotonous everyday life of a thief. There was only so much thieving one could do in a day before it got boring.
Adrenaline still sang through her veins though; mostly because it had been the closest she had been to getting caught in quite a while. She hadn't expected the security system of the mansion to have an automatic reset if it had been disabled for more than five minutes; she had spent thirty minutes, hiding, until the arrival of the police had given her a chance to escape. Maybe that was why she had taken a seat at a table in the bar, instead of going to a club like she normally did. She didn't feel the need to be around massive amounts of people like normal.
So; Kiran sat at a table, staring down at her drink as she ran a finger along the rim of the glass. A low hum came from the glass, filling the little cocoon she had made around herself. People were laughing and talking around her, just generally having a good time. It was odd for the fun-loving girl to not join in on it, but the truth was that she just didn't feel like it. Something was off; and it was affecting her job. Maybe it was time to stop the thieving business and take up a 'real' job, but what could she do? It wasn't like she had any real talents other than taking what people thought as valuable to them, and selling it to the highest bidder.
Lost in her thoughts; she didn't notice when the group of large men entered the bar. It wasn't until a loud clatter caused her to look up. She followed the shiny, golden watch until it landed next to her table. She stared at it for a few moments, studying it with mild interest. The sound it made when it hit the ground proved it to be real gold; and she silently started to go over potential buyers in her head.
She reached down just before the owner made it to the watch, scooping it up off the ground with her manicured nails. She sat back in her chair; a grin on her face as she studied the specimen. "Very nice." she stated as she turned it over in her hands. "Real gold; but why would you bring something this expensive into a place like this, let alone this side of town?" Her eyes found the man that had gone to retrieve the watch, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table, and her chin in the hand not holding the watch. Her eyes held a playful expression in them; and silently she was wondering to what lengths the man would do to get the valuable possession back.
"You are asking for someone to take it out from under your nose, y'know. If one of your dates won't do it," she paused, gestured to the loud group the man had torn himself away from "then someone else will." she continued. "Maybe I should keep this safe for you... after all; not many people would steal from a little girl like me, would they?"
Kiran lifted her head to pick up her glass, taking a sip of the fruity beverage it contained. She set the glass down, resuming her tracing of the rim with a finger. She curled her other hand toward her, resting her chin yet again on it as it clasped the pocket watch in a near-death grip.
She was just toying with the man before her; something to distract her from the thoughts that he had interrupted. She didn't want to think about depressing things like that, and she was sure that as soon as he left they would return. She was using him as a distraction from her own mind; and she wasn't about to simply hand over the key to her distraction as quickly as one would think. He would have his watch back; after all, there was no point in taking it after he had seen her pick it up, but she wasn't going to clue him in on that... yet.
The Therion was dressed for an outing; but she was not as dressed up as she would have been if she had been going to a club. She wore a short jean jacket with sleeves that came to her elbows; a black tank top under it, and jeans that were curled at the ends so that she wouldn't catch her high-heel shoes on them. Various thin bracelets adorned her wrists, a valuable necklace around her neck, and simple teardrop earrings hung a short distance from her ears. No more dressed up that she was on a normal day; but maybe it was clear she hadn't planned on stopping in a bar for the night. Regardless; there she sat, a playful, mocking expression dancing in her eyes as she awaited the man's reaction.
"So; what will it be, Mr. Stranger?" she asked.
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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