Post by purezen on Apr 12, 2011 18:24:23 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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[Adoration] --- "I heard you good with them soft lips,
Yeah, you know, word of mouth. --- [Inquisitive]
[Curious] --- The square root of sixty-nine is eight-somethin’, right?
Because I’ve been trying to work it out!" --- [Persistent][/center]
~Drake;; What's My Name?
[/b][/right]quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
“Well, my name is Xenneth Harusagi. I guess it’s one of many considering I was an orphan back then. My original name was just ‘Xenneth’ since it meant calm and pure. I seriously I’m doubt anything like that, but “Harusagi” came from my mother. The ‘Usagi’ bit meaning ‘Rabbit.’ I guess she wanted to make me seem more like ‘her’ rather than facing the reality that I was hume.”
“Speaking of which, that has lead to some other ‘names’ and complications. Namely people calling me a ’Ruse Rabbit,’ and stuff like that. It’s kind of difficult to talk about considering I don’t like to think about how my mother is Viera and I’m not. What few friends I do have though, I do keep them close! I just wish they would stop coming up with names they think are cute like XenXen or Xenny. Would you believe they tried to pass me on as a girl and just called me Marie for a day?! How embarrassing!”
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
“Nyaaa! What did I say about “Cute?! …and I’m only sixteen since I was born February eighteenthh, so please, this is a little awkward. As far as affiliation goes, well…Ivalice. I know the place like the back of my h-…Ah! A spider!”
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
“W-w-what?! A d-date?! Oh dear! Please, no! I’m into girls but, I’m not sure I should. Let me think about it…”
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
“Is that one of those innuendos I don’t get? If not then I guess it would be Physical Fighting! Mom taught me how to be a good brawler!”
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
“Thanks! I work really hard and I hope I’m as good as…wait…come again?!”
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
“Uh..five feet and three inches. Don’t laugh at my height! I’m a bit taller when I’m wearing heels!”
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
“Why does everyone ask me that?! Fine, if you don’t believe me, I’m a boy and I mean it! I am on the skinny-side since I am not all buff or muscular. My arms are my saving grace since I’m not very tall if you have not noticed. They are quite skinny with my small hands making it easy for me to reach under my bed…or hide under it. Things can get scary when my mom’s temper gets out of hand. That’s just my upper body though.
I often reach at my clothes left side because I can’t stand my birth mark on my left thigh. It’s the only thing I have that puzzles me since my brith, that green apple-like mark. It’s on the inside so no peaking! Speaking of which, my legs have some muscle in them as well as the rest of my lower body. My feet are quite strong and tough, but they have to be seeing mom usually makes me try to pose as a Viera to not cause complications and trains me herself.
The only thing left I can think of is my face. It you haven’t noticed, it’s pretty feminine. I have blue irises, bright soft skin, and constantly dye my hair a violet color. The true color is blonde but do not tell anyone, okay! I have a Heart-shaped tattoo that is on my right cheek that was printed there when I was adopted. It represents my mother’s affection, and it was to take my mind off my birth mark since if often steers me away and makes me think about the past. Can we uh….not talk about this anymore…it’s making me…”
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
“Thank you. I don’t have a sense of style really…I just like the color white! White baggy rag pants and a white vest jacket that matches it feels good. II don’t like to show my body much, so I usually wear some cloth bandages that tie around my upper body and reval itself in a loose ribbon tie around my back. I like to wear sandals too, but however, if need be, mom often hides my true appearance by making me weqr bandages and stilletoes around my feet. Also, there are a pair of faux Viera ears as a hairband that I tuck into my hair. It’s for intimidation for places that ‘humes’ wouldn’t usually survive.”
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Jun Watarase? From Happiness?"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
“Uh…thanks? A-are…are you trying to use more innuendoes? I’m warning you, I can still throw a decent-”
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
“Oh? Well, let’s see…I like exploring! Exploration is fun! I get to see many places and meet people. I’m always on the move with mom! There’s also food! I was called a bottomless pit because one time, I ate at this tabern! However, there was one drink that was given to me that wasn’t quite for kids, so I found out that I can hold my liquor…and that I don’t like drinking. Also, I absolutely love my foster mother! Even though we’re completely differnet, she has her nice side. The thought of getting seperated from mom or others close to me is unbearable! She has taught me a lot about defending myself, but even thought I don’t like to fight, she had been adamant about me sticking up for myself. So I guess, I can get a little dirty if I need to…”
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
“Are you…? Uh, nevermind, but anyway, I have this thing with bouncing on my toes/ Every since I had to learn how to walk in heels in order to keep up appearances in certain areas that require me to look Viera, I tend to nervously bounce on the front on my feet with my heels off the ground. It’s usually when I’m eager, impatient, or nervous. It’s soothing when I’m humming. The main secret, I guess you already know, my mom is Viera and I’m hume. She tries to not go into things, but overtime, I figured out myself that her love for he lost daughter is just channeled into me, and so is her frustration since I think reality hits her a few times. When I think about how she had seperated herself from her own and “Green Word’s Law’, it makes me want to do the best I can for her and be inclined into her culture. At least then, I’ll be some kind of true Viera family to her, but I don't think I'll fool anyone in being the actual thing.”
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
“Well, I guess there are a few things in particular about myself. I don’t know where I was born. I was often told that my family were some sort of mages. It’s probably why I can naturally use some magic. I spent most of my years in an orphanage since I was five. I had very few friends, especially since I was a bit different. I did not like to rough house and play and I cried…a lot! I don’t like pain, I really do not! I was often a ‘Momma’s boy.” Funny, huh? Considering I had no mother to go to except for Ms. Serenity. She was good with children like myself when I was little. I was easy to fool, always manipulated, and talked into things since I was lonely.
I was trying to steal from a Fruit Basket that was sat down for only a second after some of the other orphan children convinced me to try my hand at earning their respect. Not only did I get caught, but the person who caught me dragged me (literally) by my leg back to the orphanage. I did not feel like stealing anymore since I think I swallowed a good amount of whatever I hope was mud on the ground when I was brought back to the orphanage. That same woman that caught me had adopted me I now call, Mom. Mom adopted me to teach me how to become an honorable child, but I still think I’m unworthy at times considering I can’t even get her to open up to me completely.
I’m pretty shy. I kind of have this thing with genophobia since my mom had no mercy. I respect women, but fear them greatly since it was one of many lessons forced up on me. However, I do like to help people and try my best at being a good person. I love the second change I have gotten and I hope I can use it to satisfy any and everyone! It’s the ‘honorable’ thing to do!
I may be adopted, but in some way, I can assure you that I am my mother’s child. I am open to a lot of culture, expressive with my emotions, not to mention that I seem to have trouble controlling them. I may not be Viera, but I have the the heart of one, and not to mention I’m very lucky like a rabbit! I hope that comes close to what my mother prefers.
Oh, and I’m not the best fighter! I’m a klutz, clumsy, and a little goofy. It took me a good five years of my life to get use to walking in heels in order to keep balance and to reap the full benefits of disguising myself. I was terrible at archer training…the arrow always fired the opposite direction…don’t ask how. However, I can come through if you need me to, so you can depend on me!”
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
“Uh…w-were you even listening to me or were you busy starting at my…”
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
“No thanks. I have two left feet and I get homesick.”
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
“Well, as far as ‘Parents’ go, there is Ms. Kassa is my mother. She did adopt me after all. Since she’s an outcast and without a mate, then she’s my only parent. I never had the courage to ask about grandmother and grandfather, so they are basically a mystery to me. For the longest, I can remember growing up in the Giza Plains. I think mom really loves nature!
"Wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
“No, since I’m an orphan, I barely had anyone other than friends in the same building.”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
“It’s all…so foggy.
I was in a dark place and alone, but then Ms. Kassa came and let me call her ‘mom.’ However, that was not before she brought be to another dark place, the frustration she suffered raising me apart from her own ties she once had with her people. I grew up, I tried my best to make my mother feel like she raised a loving child who appreciated her culture, and not just any ordinary hume. I have become an excellent fighter, and even better in running away! No one faster! Other than that, this strange mist, every since it came, mother has left without a trace. I just know one thing: I just want to find her, whatever it takes…
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
Meeeep! You’re weird! I’m outta here!
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. XenXen-Kun ^^
age. 21 =D
rp experience. That’s…a good question. When was Pepsi invented? (J/K; Eleven years) 0_0
rules. Xen casts Thundaga! >=3
rp sample.It was all how it used to be…
Not a chair tilted, not a table turned. There was not a speck of dust after a day’s work was done, and there was still two bowls on the table; one empty with a cold serving of yellow soup that was garnished with herbs and vegetables straight from the Giza soils. For a place that was almost barren, it grew excellent vegetables from the lands when it was given the proper care, but that was most likely the secret of an experienced farmer had known. He had practiced for so long: picked a spot with nice soil, made daily trips and watering during the wet and dry seasons, and fought off powerful beasts with cowardly tactics that only someone who feared greatly for their life would put an effort. When it was time to hear praise or at least one rare compliment from his foster mother that was strict, but gentle voice was missing, her special, unseen proud gaze, and that straight face that was closer to a smile than anything possible in her nature.
A matter of fact, all of her was gone entirely.
He would have settled for anything now: a scowl, a shout, or belittlement. There was just nothing. There was an empty cottage on the highest mound with layers of tarp to keep out the dampening rains that caused such ferocious leaks. The sound of her voice was completely unheard; nothing compared now to the sound of water droplets and booming thunder. Not hide, hair, or height of her ears that made her look taller. The only thing larger than him was a shadow that stretched in leaps and bounds with the piercing flashes of lightening that boomed from behind the violet haired child that stood in the doorway feeling the draft of storm winds and rain that rode on a tail wind.
He had reached an impasse, and it only took dinner to realize it.
It was lonely once again at the table as the young boy had sat sipping soup alone. The vegetables were the freshest, and the herbs for the tea were at their best. He had cooked with faith that all his efforts would be rewarded, the expectation of anyone in the world. What did he get? Not a total waste in some way. Silently, munching on his third carrot earlier, he had come to realize that what he had lost was not going to simply come to him this time just by hoping and wishing. Thinking about those days in the orphanage, young Xenneth Harusagi had come to a conclusion that his mother had pressed on him that made him grip his heart with his cuffing hands and lower his head.
”…I’m…so useless.”
It was the same: he had waited in the wings of others, forever dependent on good fortune and will from friends. He had not done much for himself only, but just says a silent prayer. He had never searched for his mother or father when he was in the orphanage, never even asked about them. He just waited and hoped they would come. Of course, like a lot of wishes, this one did not come true either. He could not think of a face that recognized him in the Rabanastre in his little years, like they had done so now. Mostly, it was out of concern or sheer amusement. Who cared to give a lonely orphan rat attention compared to that of a hume that was fostered by a Viera and even tried to be one?
Ah! Such memories! He could not help but to smile thinking about how everyone thought of him as some estranged rabbit-wannabe! He liked the attention, not because of the loneliness, but because he had a parent; an actual mother who had raised him like he was her own! Of course, it was not without difficulty, for either one of them. His pains were healed overtime, but what about her? Xenneth was more than aware of Kassa’s past and her daily shame just by looking at him, as well as her pride. That look, that image of her face in Xenneth’s mind, made something click!
Gripping his heart the tightest, to the point he thought his fingers could’ve torn through his flesh, Xenneth had let go of his body finally and turned around while looking over his shoulder. The sight of the bowl of soup was on the table, and the light bag on skinny white rope had made what little supplies he had dangle from shoulder to lower hip. His fingers uncrossed until he revealed in his arms which was a white hair brace that he tucked under his folds of long violet hair that dropped back along his back until it made him seem like he had a set of ears.
“I’m so…useless,” the young boy whispered, “…but I can’t be this time.”
She was out there, he could feel it. Amongst that crazy fog, those broken memories, and that image in his mind; he felt that those memories were not a dream nor something to let go. Like it was a frame driven in place by hammer and nail, Xenneth tacked the thought of his mother’s face in mind and looked to the sky that was darkened and damped. He had taken careful steps and spun on the heels of the high shoes he worn. They had more memories of him learning to hunt in them with Viera balance more than being hume, so he treasured them invaluably for the journey he had in mind.
“I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t care,” he had exclaimed with a vow to follow, “I’m going to find mom and bring her home.”
His arms swung, pulled, and shut the door casting the last flash of light into the house vowing that when he would return, mother would be back in time to enjoy the dinner…even if it would be a little cold.
