Post by aya on Feb 21, 2011 20:51:03 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
X X “ I’m so wild, that no cage can hold me…
That no man will ever tame me…
Yet I stand by this woman’s side…
She’s all I need before I die…
She’ll be the last one to hear me cry. [/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
“My name? I don’t see why it matters; you won’t remember me by tomorrow anyway. Many of my torments have called me Tenru, Hebi, Oni, Tenma. When I was born I was given the name of Miumi Harou Benramee; yes it’s a rather strange name but it is also the significance of my home town. I was born in Wutaii where our god is known as Leviathan; the serpent of the sea. My name means bloody fool, savage beautiful sea. You may ask yourself what mother or father would give their child such a name; but if you knew the full story you’d understand. We who live in Wutaii often experienced the wraith of the sea god; violent storms and wild tsunamis. I was born on such a day. Yet men of our village often went out into the ocean to gather food and search for sea god; those men were fools and often came back bloody, dead or they never came back at all.
The savageness of the sea, the one who devours all without thought and returns only what it doesn’t desire upon the shore; despite its power and pure essence it is still viewed as being beautiful. Thus is where the last part of my name came from. Only the people close enough to me or random passers-by seem to know this name; because I simply try to be nothing more then a shadow.
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I was born on May 9th in Wutaii around sixteen years ago; but now I have no one place that I can ever call home, yet I am happy because I have my own home in a way. It isn’t a physical place but beside someone’s side. That person is known Agana; she has become the reason that I live on. She saved me so I will follow her to the depths of hell and back; if only to see her smile."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Agana- sempai tells me not to date people I really don’t know; plus Agana-sempai says that people like you are often called creepers. Maybe if you were more around my age and didn’t look like my grandpa from Wutaii. I mean you’re an nice guy and all just not my type.."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
“ I am a mixture of the magical arts and the physical fighting styles; I spend hours practicing both until I collapse or my body aches and my knuckles and body bleeds. Why do I practice so hard and fight as if someone’s life depends on it? I fight this way because I have someone I must protect and I will mow down anything that gets in her way. My fighting style is ideally meant for both medium and close range as I rely on physical brute force typically; mostly due to the fact that I’m mostly lean muscle and I’m very quick. My physical blows are typically enhanced by my magic or supplemented by them meaning getting away from me once I have you in my sights becomes much harder; while my weakness I would say is pure long-range combat as guns and such don’t suit me but if you want to try it you might just survive; until I’ve caught you in my eye. “
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Agana-sempai save me… I think he wants to molestate me”. ."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Well I’m a little shorter then Agana-Sempai so it feels more like she’s my big sister. So I’d say around 5’4 maybe half way to 5’5
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
" I am tiny and petite but I am lined with lean muscle; I guess you could say if you touch me I could truly break you.
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"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I’m a bit of Loli-shota mixed with gothic and emo designs; so you can call me freak. "
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Saya no Uta…"
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"….. I want to hit you right now…."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
" I like Agana-sempai; she is the reason that I keep moving so I guess one could call it love in a degree. I also like sweets and going for walks; after all I’m not like you. I dislike those who will get into Agana-sempai’s way; I will have to crush them if they countine to interfere. I also dislike ignorant people and those who pick on me because of how I look.."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Well when I get nervous I twirl my hair, bite my lip, play with my glasses and I tend to space out a lot. But my dirty little secret is that my body count total is probably higher than your number of fingers. "
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I’m typically shy and gentle about a lot of things; but push the wrong button and I could kill you…
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I think I told you nooo… AGANA HELP!!!."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"AGANA GET YOUR ARSE OVER HERE…. Or let me fry him."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My mother was a healer and a kunoichi in Wutaii, and my father was one of the various ninja who worked within under the higher familes. They don’t even know where I am anymore, but when Agana will allow it I go to visit and see them from a distance. I’m not sure if they know it’s me…
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Agana as I said earlier; she means the world to me”
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
" The past is nothing that I wish to really talk about; there are things I wish to forget because they are the things I see in my nightmares.I guess maybe I can tell you a bit about myself…
I was born in Wutaii, sixteen years ago. It was on a stormy night and it was raining heavily to the point where visibly was barely possible; many reckless men went out to sea that day to see if they could find our beloved god Levithan and many returned… just not the way that we wanted them. Many of the people who returned were dead or were found heavily injured upon the outer brinks of our village. My name was given to me because of this occurrence and I was often viewed as the cursed child by some of the more suspicious elders; many of them refused to come near me and proclaimed me to be cursed. Being shunned by a view of the more senile members of the small community caused many children to dislike me; so I was often shunned and picked on. While I was still raised and trained in the ninja arts; but in more creative ways.
Upon turning three I was giving to the dancers and some of the kunoichi instead the regular classes; I was taught to dance and find the flow and my own core which allowed me greater balance. While I spend hours practicing as if to prove the elder’s wrong; yet my determination only seemed to anger them. It got to the point where other children would throw sticks and stones at me; I would often return home with bruises and small cuts. I never told my mother where they really came from; I would always lie and say that I fell on the mountain sides of along the river. When I was five my ninja classes would truly begin; I was often the subject of torture because other students used me for a practice dummy for minor tricks. But it only made me stronger; I could escape rope far better then them. I moved quicker and I was in the end stronger; it made them hate me more, but I didn’t care because I could fight back.
When I was nine my fighting classes began. I was skilled with my unique style of fighting; I combined magic and physical blows to take down my foes and add interesting effects to my simplest moves. I became skilled with my weapon which was a scythe. Though this was the last time that I was truly happy. As from there it went down hill as my training became harder and the people who tormented me would actually throw shuriken and kunai at me. I often had grazes and cuts and could only lie to my mother and father; it was easy to pass it off as training practice. But time passed and when I was fifteen I was always tortured. I was isolated and restrained by the elders. They attempted to exercise the demons that they said were growing within me; yet they only angered me. A darker side of me emerged….
All they heard was the rush of wind and the sound of silence; they had forced me past my limit and awakened my own signature ability. An ability that muted theirs screams, made their weapons bounce off me and sliced them to pieces in the end. Of course after this I couldn’t stay in Wutaii. I snuck out and hide in the mountains until I had made a sturdy enough raft managing to get near Fort Condor. I managed to hobble my way through a cave and past the snakes relying on one that I killed for food. I ended up going to Midgar, where I was found by a woman known as Agana. She found me in an alley way of the slums curled up into a ball with nothing more then clothing and a scythe; she gave me an opportunity I hadn’t had for a while. So she saved me from an inevitable death of starvation and since that I have been by her side becoming her faithful guardian.
My job now is to ensure her protection. Yet when I am around her at times I feel like I shouldn’t be there because of my dark past. For a while I wouldn’t eat,drink or sleep and it almost took my life again but Agana taught me that to live in the past was never a good way. Cherish your memories and use them to become stronger.
"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."
"Good… that means that fire spell I casted on you so minutely is making your insides boilll….."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Aya.
age. 16 .
rp experience. 8 years
rules. Thundaga, Dance before the petals of light…
rp sample.
The soft chanting that echoed around him filled him with fear; only because he didn’t quite understand what was really going on. His eyes were wide and danced around the room wildly, yet they found no safe haven or escape only those who wished to judge him and harm him; they called themselves holy men, yet the way they went about this was corrupt. He arched his back as he felt the cold sake they were splashing on him soon the room began to smell sickeningly sweet. He thrashed and screamed which only seemed to inspire them more; they believed that they’re methods of purification weren’t working. Countless paper sutras were connected to his body and the sudden chanting invoked fear upon him; electrical charges bounced through each fang and Miumi’s whole body burned with pain. His eyes were wide and kept rolling backwards; it seemed they were gauging his strength as it would always stop just moments before he would die. His sickness was festering within him and commanding him to strike back, but he didn’t know how. When they stopped resorting to the shocking method they would smile as they pulled out metallic objects; some people feared what they couldn’t understand… Fear turned to hatred and that hatred would turn to murderous intent.
The first one drew a dagger along Miumi’s skin just soft enough that it wouldn’t cut before he would plunge it into the joint of his shoulder; a loud howl of pain echoed through the air, but something was off about it sounded inhuman and wild. Suddenly Miumi’s eyes would widen and colors began to pulsate vibrantly through his eyes as the infection truly took it’s effect; his eyes turned from their deep blue to an almost icy and hollow bluish white which was filled with stormy darkness and vibrant strikes of lightning yellow. The softness of Miumi’s nature had dissipated and suddenly his muscles twisted and budged as they rearrange themselves. His bones felt like they were melting as his body shrunk allowing him to escape his bonds. The muscles reworked themselves in an instant and pushed the dagger out. His nails grew rapidly and his teeth began to twist and deform before restraightening taking the more feral and wild shape. The men that were sent to cure him were cowering or at least some of them were; a few dared to brandish their weapon against him, but that would turn out to be a mistake.
The shy Miumi was no longer there, but someone else had replaced him for the time being; a cold calculating killer. Miumi’s ears would actually disappear into his skull and wolfish ones would grow out of the top. His eyes would narrow as he would let out a howl. In mere moments the room was painted red and those who stood again him lay on the ground dead….
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