Post by akira on Oct 19, 2008 13:41:58 GMT -5
Akira Tsuki:: is presented by
Mitchi, who's been roleplaying for Two and a half years and is Fifteen years old. Mitchi also plays no other characters.
Mitchi, who's been roleplaying for Two and a half years and is Fifteen years old. Mitchi also plays no other characters.
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NStandard Data ◊
The birth certificate reads Akira Miyako Tsuki
But You Better Call Me Akira or Tsutsu
I've Seen the World For Nineteen years
As I've Been Around Since July Twenty-eighth (day and month only)
Making Myself Known As Criminal psychologist.
I Classify As a Female human
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NMirror, Mirror ◊
Akira is something one may call strange, but at the same time beautiful in an awkward manner. Her skin is fairly pale, uncharacteristic of her other features, but that can be attributed to her father’s side of the family. A mix of German, Polish, and Japanese features lends her characteristic waist length black hair but uncommon blue eyes, eyes that can analyze and compute a person’s motives and thoughts quickly and coldly. Though she appears younger then she is due to the soft curve of her chin and that button nose of hers, she has a higher maturity level, seen in the way she dresses. Normally donning a white button up blouse and black slacks on work days, she plays it up a bit with personality by adding a small bow in her bangs and a corset around her waist, though that does nothing to hide the large chest she hates people looking at. Her posture is a prideful one, even if she isn’t, holding her shoulders back and standing tall and straight, as if daring the world to take her on.
The only unprofessional thing about her looks would have to be the small tattoo on the webbing between the thumb and fore finger of her right hand, a tattoo depicting a small heart of wound ivy. Though it’s hard to notice she has several weapons hidden on her body, a gun in her right boot, and few thin knives in her corset, and several knives on her wrist and thighs. In her line of work it’s best to be prepared. She normally has make-up, red lipstick and shadowy black eye shadow, the liquid eyeliner in perfect crisp lines. She rarely smiles, and when she does it’s in a predatory sadistic way, which can be yet again attributed to her line of work. Though her expressions can range greatly, the main look you will see is one of simple and cold analysis, her eyes slightly narrowed and brow not quite furrowed. Her eyes seem to be able to take in anything, and only the slightest twitch of the corners of her mouth can signify if she likes what she’s taken in or not.
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N What I've Done ◊
Akira was admitted into an orphanage when she was young, around seven really, after the brutal slaying of her mother and stepfather; by her older brother. She doesn’t remember most of it, only the scent and sight of blood, as well as tears and screams, the words inaudible, just the tone of fright and frenzy. She can’t even remember the orphanage’s name, but she does know that it was located in England, three countries away from her home. She left the place when she was fifteen, so it doesn’t matter to her either way, though the money they gave her for college helped greatly in getting her degrees in criminal psychology at such a young age.
She was admitted into a prestigious college in southern America, in the state of South Carolina, graduating top of her class within two years of being a student. Launching directly into her work she was able to rise from a simple assistant to a well known and sought after criminal psychologist.
Being in America soon got boring for her, as she saw the same types of crimes over and over again, never once finding anything to make her interested, so she took her work to other countries, that last being Germany, where her father was born.
Though she is still young, she is one of the most renowned names in the field, working directly with several high security serial killers on several cases, lending a load of help to the prosecution that got them sentenced, making her one of the most loved names in prison, no? She doesn’t let things bother her anymore though, having traveled to Japan for a change of scenery, tired of the dismal streets of Germany where she was previous located, and looking for some line of work that could distract her.
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N Take a Look ◊
Akira’s personality is rather aloof, preferring to stay away from personal connections and focusing solely on her job. The traumatic experience of her parent’s murder left her in a state that many would consider unfeeling, but really it’s all repression, allowing her to remain separated from society and able to analyze and study anyone without bias. Though this can be rather annoying to people around her. She has a sadistic and morbid sense of humor, and hates it when someone kills them selves over anything, though when someone tries and doesn’t succeed she has the point of view of “If you think you have to, do it right the first time.” She tries hard not to let people know her weaknesses, though when faced with something she can’t handle she withdraws even farther into herself, most likely becoming rather unstable and likely to become violent.
She is very much the quiet type, refusing to say more then she needs to and deeming chit-chat as unnecessary and a waste of her time. Though she will occasionally talk about her personal life, she prefers to remain mysterious and different from others, her simple look giving away the clear aura of leave me alone. She has the ability to have friends… if you try hard enough that is, but normally people just give up, her clear unwillingness to form bonds makes most desperate or completely uninterested.
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N Just Move ◊
Can't beat me at She is able to analyze anyone and everyone in a spectacular way, but isn’t always right. She’s also great at fighting, and her aim is excellent. She can sing as well.
Though you may win at Puzzles defeat her utterly horribly, since her strengths are more in math then simply problem solving. Give her an algorithm or a man’s mind and she’ll have it solved, but give her a jigsaw and you’re asking for someone to get hurt. She also has a few weaknesses at fighting, mainly being on the ground. Grappling and Akira do not mix. She’s also a sore loser.
I Like Akira likes sherry, being alone, and full moons.
I Don't Akira hates people who are overly happy, people who can’t shut up, and people who think they know everything. She also hates the color baby blue, and cinnamon.
Keep Away Akira is afraid of the sight of blood, it makes her lock up, she is also scared of needles and cobras, though any other snake is fine.
Abilities She can sing and fight with daggers, her marksmanship is impressive and her logicistical skills can astound one. She writes as well and is able to analyze and test an hypothesis of someone within moments of meeting them, it’s how she decides her contacts.
Weapons A double action six round Colt Anaconda, with custom bullets she made, she also hides various styles of blades on her person, extending from butterfly knives to six inch long letter openers.
Alliance KSIU (L)
Extra Akira doesn’t normally like taking cases simply because they’re offered to her, though she will make many exceptions if the cases are a large enough impact. One of her few dreams would be to work on the Kira case, but until she has connections to it she finds it a fleeting wish and dismisses it as a waste of time.
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N Show and Tell ◊
Her finger moved quickly, hitting the channel down button on her remote, finding the news quickly. So Kira was still at it. Sighing she shook her head and leaned back against the wall she was using for support, her bottom lip being drawn into her mouth with a bit of disdain as it was clutched between her teeth. L needed to hurry up, Kira was beginning to annoy her, but she didn’t feel like wasting time on the case by working alone. Nothing would come from her unless she was able to actually meet the man or woman behind these crimes, and that also got on her nerves. Her feelings agitated her, shifting her shoulders against the cool plaster behind her, the fine silk of her blouse whispering as it moved. A hand reached up and pulled a small chunk of her raven hair forward, stroking it softly as she thought, trying to figure out what she would be working on next.
She could always go to a prison or police station in the nearby districts and give them her business card in case her services were required but… “Bothersome. I’ll just wait for an opportunity.” She stated softly, her voice barely above a whisper as her blue eyes watched the TV screen over the café counter, the lights flickering in their own reflection across her irises. She’d be content with waiting until she found a case that interested her.
Fingering the slight curve of a switch blade tucked into the side of her slacks she smirked some, watching as a list of recent deaths were rattled off. Geez, so many in such a little span of time? Shaking her head she drew her other hand up to the lock of hair and continued stroking it, chewing on her lip in thought as she quietly and calmly analyzed the news caster.
She could always go to a prison or police station in the nearby districts and give them her business card in case her services were required but… “Bothersome. I’ll just wait for an opportunity.” She stated softly, her voice barely above a whisper as her blue eyes watched the TV screen over the café counter, the lights flickering in their own reflection across her irises. She’d be content with waiting until she found a case that interested her.
Fingering the slight curve of a switch blade tucked into the side of her slacks she smirked some, watching as a list of recent deaths were rattled off. Geez, so many in such a little span of time? Shaking her head she drew her other hand up to the lock of hair and continued stroking it, chewing on her lip in thought as she quietly and calmly analyzed the news caster.
