Post by Azusa Kobayashi on Nov 23, 2009 22:45:28 GMT -5
(( another cigarette and i’m so bored ))
age. Seventeen
gender. Girl
nicknames. Azu
orientation. Bisexual
status. Poor
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(( your words aren't making sense ))
[/b][/font][/center]She dresses poorly, underneath a nice, long gray and black plaid jacket, that she always wears, and takes very good care of, as it is very important to her. The jacket covered from her neck to her legs, with just her worn shoes, and the hint of her socks peeking out of the bottom.
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(( i was taken, but you were waiting ))
[/b][/font][/center]- Chihara Takahashi, 47, mother.
- Akihito Kobayashi, 49, father.
siblings.
- Akira Kobayashi, 24, brother. (deceased)
brief history.
Azusa was born in the time of the endless snow. She has heard stories of the world, when it wasn't snowing, but has never seen anything beyond the endless white abyss that she has grown up in.
Growing up, she was fortunate to have an older brother, along with two living parents. They lived happily, until her brother came down with a mysterious illness, which eventually caused his death. Even being poor, the family always managed to make sure Azusa, the youngest, was well kept, and her brother worked hard, despite his illness, to buy her a very nice and expensive jacket, to keep her warm.
To make up for this, Azusa recently started working for herself and focused on getting out so her parents only had to worry about themselves, despite the depression of losing their first born child. It has been two and a half years since she moved out, and she's barely making it. But she's alive and living in an apartment of her own: something she considers a moral victory.
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(( one more drink and i'm convinced ))
[/b][/font][/center]-Not being a burden
-Not worrying her family
-Her brother
-Snow
dislikes.
-That her family has to live in such a state
-Being on her own
-Being poor
brief personality.
Azusa is a very kind girl, who works very hard to make it on her own. Despite hating the feeling of being alone, she prefers it to being a burden on her exhausted parents. She is very kind, almost too kind, to the point of people trying to take advantage of her, not that she minds. She enjoys being helpful, to whatever extent possible. She is also rather passive, choosing to follow anyone else's words or suggestions.
Despite this, she is very strong-willed and stubborn, to the point that she'll fight to work on her own and does it pretty well, no matter how much she doesn't want to.
Most people will see her as melancholic, which is not too far off of what she is. Only those who see her true smile, are close to her.
And that may take a lot more than one would think...
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(( not one more sound, let your hair down ))
[/b][/font][/center]gender. Male, surprising I'm sure XP
code. ADMIN ACCEPTED.
roleplay sample.
She had been left all alone. That much was for certain. She had been abandoned, albeit, not for the first time. No, the first time had been years before, by her own mother no less. This time was by a man, but the hurt didn't sting any less. Her whole body ached, with the depression that was slowly filling every fiber of her being.
Alone. Helpless.
She couldn't do anything, not when her mother had cast her aside, and not when he had done the same. No, she was left to her own inhibitions, and that tore at her soul, slowly. She had to move on. She needed to move on. But she couldn't.
She rolled over, on the bed, her light-blond hair matted, her clothes torn and her body bare. Her skin was cold, but that didn't match, couldn't match, the icy stab of emotion, left by her abandonment. She had given him everything. And yet, she was left behind, as nothing. Her body had been his, ravaged by him weekly, sometimes daily. Her mind had been poisoned by thoughts of him, and even now, it still was.
But it meant nothing. And she had meant nothing.
She had to move on, she knew that. Deep, deep down, she had to forget him, forget the loneliness, and wash herself clean of the pain. She needed to get off those moistened sheets, pick herself up off the bed, and change out of the torn clothes he had left her in, and wash herself clean of the final meeting, that had been so full of passion and love, and yet anger and loneliness.
Rolling off the bed, the blanket held around her bosom, covering her sweaty figure, she slowly crawled towards the door, her longing now focused on finding another room, any room.
Regardless of what she did or felt, she had to get out of the bed that he had taken every part of her. She had to get out of his bed, and find her own again...
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