Post by umeyuuki on May 15, 2009 18:32:18 GMT -5
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NStandard Data ◊
The birth certificate readsHotaru Fugiwara.
But You Better Call Me Cho.
I've Seen the World For 23 years
As I've Been Around Since April 16
Making Myself Known As a student and part-time cashier at a grocery store. I Classify As a human female.
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NMirror, Mirror ◊
place at least two paragraphs worth of appearance
Cho is not what most people would describe as ‘normal’. She has an abnormal obsession with faery tales, and she is abnormally tall and thin for her age; close to 6’ 7”, and she weighs 140. She woke up one morning with large, wing-like appendages sprouting from her shoulder blades, and instantly believed that she had been a member of the fey her whole life.
Cho has messy, chin-length black hair, a medium-fair complexion, and large grey eyes that seem to change color depending on her mood (green if she’s sick, aqua if she’s depressed; that sort of thing). She normally wears clothes, especially dresses, which she can easily move in, but she likes to wear Lolita clothing on special occasions. She has three scars going across her face, dividing her face into thirds diagonally, which she likes to draw patterns on with eyeliner pencils.
Because of her unusually tall stature, she has many problems with her knees and posture. Cho is slightly distrustful towards new people, yet she warms up to them quickly. This is contradictory to the fact that she has few friends. She also can play many instruments, including the piano, clarinet, guitar, French horn, flute, percussion keyboards, and the oboe.
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N What I've Done ◊
place at least two paragraphs worth of history
Cho never knew her parents which were killed in a fire shortly after she was born. She spent most of her early years growing up with her grandparents. She was plagued throughout her early childhood by horrible nightmares involving herself being engulfed by flames, which should've made anyone wake in a cold sweat screaming, yet she would be laughing.
At the age of 13, however, both of her grandparents were killed in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. To release her grief and anger, she began to write poetry.
In High school, she won many awards for her literary prowess, along with her budding artistic talents. All of this changed when she began to have strange visions; it seemed she was having images of small insects with, *could they be faces?* flying around her face. Soon after graduation, she sprouted her wings. Literally. With these wings, she finally found the freedom that she so muchly yearned for her entire life. The power that they gave her both liberated and terrified her. And she loved it.
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N Take a Look ◊
at least two well-thought out paragraphs of personality
She’s spunky and full of energy, despite the strange and seemingly awful circumstances. Like previously stated, she’s not what you’d consider ‘normal’, and some have gone as far as to say that she’s a menace to society, and she needs to be sent to an ‘institution’ to be ‘evaluated’. There have also been rumors of past narcotics abuse, or that she’s the effects of a mother addicted to narcotics, but that’s just because they haven’t gotten to know the REAL Cho Fugiwara. And trust me when I say that not many people want to know the real Cho.
She’s a caring and emphatic person who just wants to be accepted, or at least, that what she says. Only once has anyone over been on her bad side, and he was in a coma for two years, after 'touching' the young man’s chest. He soon died of respiratory complications. Of course people were suspicious...
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N Just Move ◊
Can't beat me at trusting to the point it’s almost a fault, flying, writing, drawing
Though you may win at cooking, waking up on time, calming down, panics easily
I Like sweets, spicy things, dark flowers, wood furniture, REALLY portables electronics, pens, colored pencils
I Don't blood, mean people, dogs, plastic, salt, insects
Keep Away needles, spiders, dying, blood, sadness
Abilities flying, writing, seeing apparitions
Weapons fountain pen
Alliance neutral
Extra sometimes mistaken for dark-haired Alice younger pictures
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N Show and Tell ◊
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“Not again!” panics as the strange, yet oddly comforting apparitions come to haunt her for the third night in a row. She remembered an old superstition she had learned as a child: ‘Wear not the color green, lest ye wante to anger the wee folke.’
“I’ve been wearing green for the past three weeks now! Why won’t you just go away? LEAVE ME ALONE!!” And with a final, resoluting riiip, and a sharp pain just above the mid-section of her back, she noticed two giant black feathery appendages that had just sprouted. The unrelenting pain was unending, yet, strangely, it cleared Hotaru's head. Able to think with her head straight, she tried to decide on a plan to rid herself of these fethery meanaces.
"Wait," Hotaru finally reasoned. "Why should I get rid of these when I've never felt more free in years?! Why, these are more of a blessing than a curse!" And with that, Hotaru learned how to fly
Hotaru Fugiwara:: is presented by
umeyuuki, who's been roleplaying for no years and is 18 years old. umeyuuki also plays no one else.
umeyuuki, who's been roleplaying for no years and is 18 years old. umeyuuki also plays no one else.
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NStandard Data ◊
The birth certificate readsHotaru Fugiwara.
But You Better Call Me Cho.
I've Seen the World For 23 years
As I've Been Around Since April 16
Making Myself Known As a student and part-time cashier at a grocery store. I Classify As a human female.
◦——————————————————————————◦
NMirror, Mirror ◊
place at least two paragraphs worth of appearance
Cho is not what most people would describe as ‘normal’. She has an abnormal obsession with faery tales, and she is abnormally tall and thin for her age; close to 6’ 7”, and she weighs 140. She woke up one morning with large, wing-like appendages sprouting from her shoulder blades, and instantly believed that she had been a member of the fey her whole life.
Cho has messy, chin-length black hair, a medium-fair complexion, and large grey eyes that seem to change color depending on her mood (green if she’s sick, aqua if she’s depressed; that sort of thing). She normally wears clothes, especially dresses, which she can easily move in, but she likes to wear Lolita clothing on special occasions. She has three scars going across her face, dividing her face into thirds diagonally, which she likes to draw patterns on with eyeliner pencils.
Because of her unusually tall stature, she has many problems with her knees and posture. Cho is slightly distrustful towards new people, yet she warms up to them quickly. This is contradictory to the fact that she has few friends. She also can play many instruments, including the piano, clarinet, guitar, French horn, flute, percussion keyboards, and the oboe.
◦——————————————————————————◦
N What I've Done ◊
place at least two paragraphs worth of history
Cho never knew her parents which were killed in a fire shortly after she was born. She spent most of her early years growing up with her grandparents. She was plagued throughout her early childhood by horrible nightmares involving herself being engulfed by flames, which should've made anyone wake in a cold sweat screaming, yet she would be laughing.
At the age of 13, however, both of her grandparents were killed in a car accident caused by a drunk driver. To release her grief and anger, she began to write poetry.
In High school, she won many awards for her literary prowess, along with her budding artistic talents. All of this changed when she began to have strange visions; it seemed she was having images of small insects with, *could they be faces?* flying around her face. Soon after graduation, she sprouted her wings. Literally. With these wings, she finally found the freedom that she so muchly yearned for her entire life. The power that they gave her both liberated and terrified her. And she loved it.
◦——————————————————————————◦
N Take a Look ◊
at least two well-thought out paragraphs of personality
She’s spunky and full of energy, despite the strange and seemingly awful circumstances. Like previously stated, she’s not what you’d consider ‘normal’, and some have gone as far as to say that she’s a menace to society, and she needs to be sent to an ‘institution’ to be ‘evaluated’. There have also been rumors of past narcotics abuse, or that she’s the effects of a mother addicted to narcotics, but that’s just because they haven’t gotten to know the REAL Cho Fugiwara. And trust me when I say that not many people want to know the real Cho.
She’s a caring and emphatic person who just wants to be accepted, or at least, that what she says. Only once has anyone over been on her bad side, and he was in a coma for two years, after 'touching' the young man’s chest. He soon died of respiratory complications. Of course people were suspicious...
◦——————————————————————————◦
N Just Move ◊
Can't beat me at trusting to the point it’s almost a fault, flying, writing, drawing
Though you may win at cooking, waking up on time, calming down, panics easily
I Like sweets, spicy things, dark flowers, wood furniture, REALLY portables electronics, pens, colored pencils
I Don't blood, mean people, dogs, plastic, salt, insects
Keep Away needles, spiders, dying, blood, sadness
Abilities flying, writing, seeing apparitions
Weapons fountain pen
Alliance neutral
Extra sometimes mistaken for dark-haired Alice younger pictures
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N Show and Tell ◊
"Being lonely makes you realize just how much you crave REAL company."
“Not again!” panics as the strange, yet oddly comforting apparitions come to haunt her for the third night in a row. She remembered an old superstition she had learned as a child: ‘Wear not the color green, lest ye wante to anger the wee folke.’
“I’ve been wearing green for the past three weeks now! Why won’t you just go away? LEAVE ME ALONE!!” And with a final, resoluting riiip, and a sharp pain just above the mid-section of her back, she noticed two giant black feathery appendages that had just sprouted. The unrelenting pain was unending, yet, strangely, it cleared Hotaru's head. Able to think with her head straight, she tried to decide on a plan to rid herself of these fethery meanaces.
"Wait," Hotaru finally reasoned. "Why should I get rid of these when I've never felt more free in years?! Why, these are more of a blessing than a curse!" And with that, Hotaru learned how to fly
