Post by `CHINAMI MUKUI on Nov 19, 2009 11:08:31 GMT -5
(( another cigarette and i’m so bored ))
age. Seventeen.
gender. Girl, gal, chick... whatever.
nicknames. Chii, Nami..
orientation. Bisexual.
status. Poor.
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(( your words aren't making sense ))
[/b][/font][/center]The way she dresses make it seem like she's an average citizen during this time of neverending snow, but that isn't true. She is poor and is barely paying for her apartment. But with her sneaky self she is able to get "nice" clothes and whatever else she wants through men that she finds appealing.
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(( i was taken, but you were waiting ))
[/b][/font][/center]-Ayame Jounchi, 45, mother.
-no father.
siblings. N/A.
brief history.
Chinami was born during the time of this permanent snow. She has known nothing else except the snow, but she was alive before the world began to spiral downward.
Growing up, she only had her mother. No father. No siblings. Just herself and her mother, living happily. As time went on though, it got harder to survive together. To provide for each other, then with the greatest intentions, Chinami moved out and set out to find another apartment so her mother didn't have to push herself too hard to hold three part-time jobs to provide for herself and Chinami.
It's been 2 years, and Chinami... well, she thinks she's doing quite well out on her own.
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(( one more drink and i'm convinced ))
[/b][/font][/center]-Naps.
-Laughing and smiling with friends.
-SEX APPEAL.
-To wear glasses. (She needs them anyway.)
dislikes.
-Snow/Cold/etc...
-Working.
-When people take her seriously when she's being honestly serious.
brief personality.
Chinami is somewhat childish and has some innocent aura about her. Although, she isn't quite so innocent. With her childish ways, she uses sex appeal to get people to like her, to get others to things for her, and to make people believe she didn't do certain things. Sometimes she even speaks in third person saying "Chinami believed in Eddie. She is very disappointed." She enjoys giving nicknames to her friends, and she loves receiving nicknames in return.
Although she acts cute and childish, she is sneaky and has a lot of hidden motive, though none can really say that some incidences were her fault.
But, you can trust her, you've just got to do a little bit of work to get to her.
...Okay, maybe a lot of work, but that doesn't mean it can't be done.
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(( not one more sound, let your hair down ))
[/b][/font][/center]gender. I'm a chick XD
code. Sweetie I'm admin :]
roleplay sample.
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The girl just happened to be exploring La Campana for she had just been dumped off at the front gates not too long ago. I can't be that revolting... I'm not cargo... I'm not just shit you can drop off anywhere... Thoughts like that ran threw her mind as she stomped (her steps were quite inaudible though) through the building.
She kept her head bowed, a blank, but serious expression on her face as long chocolate brown hair fell infront of her shoulders, short bangs covering the just a small portion of her eyes.
Somehow, what she felt walking through the school flowed to her brain. She felt like this school wasn't going to help her, but she wasn't going to try to do so. She felt like if she didn't try hard enough, maybe, her parents would reject her more than were right now. All insecurities, even new ones, jolted threw her body causing her to shiver.
The Saitou daughter shook her head, hoping her thoughts would just jump out her brain and fall to the ground crumbling, her hair wagging with her.
Watching her feet as she walked along, not paying attention to where she was going, she ran into a wall.
Bonk.
Well, she "bonked" her forehead. Squinting, she looked up, rubbing her forehead before her charcoal grey eyes widened. It was just a door she had ran into, not a wall. She tried to turn the handle, unfortunately it was locked. Pulling out a small black bobby pin from the back of her hair, she stuck it in the keyhole. She wiggled it around before she heard a small click.
Kasuka turned around, snapping her head side to side making sure no one was watching, she took a step inside, making sure to leave the door just a little bit open so she could leave once she was done with... well, whatever she was planning to do. Not that she really planned anything in the first place.
Her eyes widened looking in the room before smiling thinly.
The theatre was lined with rows of cushioned chairs, then at the front was the stage where all acting, rehearsing, dancing, singing, and such, assuming so, took place.
Lonely grey eyes fell upon a mahogany piano, it wasn't a grand piano, but... it was a piano in between the stage and the first row. She took small steps towards it, moving quickly.
Long slender, creamy, fingers touched the black and ivory keys, tracing her fingers over them. Kasuka looked at her fingers with a soft and tender look, taking a seat on the bench. She played a C then a C chord before she brought her other hand to the keys, playing a small tune continuing into a complete song.
Notes flowed threw the air, loud but gentle. Music bounced off the walls, echoing a tender sound threw the theatre.
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