Post by mars on Oct 6, 2011 12:53:59 GMT -6
SORA REIKO ARUHAYA
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I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THE QUEEN
HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN
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inner senshi , intelligent , shy , honest , awkward , lonely , confused[/center]
technical information !
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full name:
sora aruhaya - her very name is sort of a legacy, composed of the names of several very important woman in her family from several generations past. her first name comes from her grandmother, also a woman by the name of sora. the name was passed on because sora's grandmother was there for her mother when her father left to pursue his career; as such, the name was given to the young girl out of respect and adoration. reiko, on the other hand, comes from none other than sora's mother herself, who had the same middle name. it was passed along simply because sora's mother wanted a part of her to be with her daughter forever, even if anything happened to her, which she was quite sure it would. finally, the name aruhaya belongs not to sora's father, but to her mother - as her father was out of the picture before she was born, sora was born with her mother's maiden name, and retains it even now, despite the fact that her mother has passed on.
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nicknames:
to be quite frank, sora is kind of a loser. she's far too occupied with school to ever really make any friends, and even those few people that she does get close to are often turned away by her social awkwardness and incessant stutter. and of course, nicknames generally require having friends first, which means that she doesn't have any. well... aside from 'weird girl', 'freak', and 'bookworm', of course, but she doesn't acknowledge those, so they're not being listed.
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birthday & age:
born seventeen years ago, sora is a pisces. the fish. she's a water sign. get it? it's funny.
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birthplace & hometown/country:
sora was born and raised in kyoro with her mother. as a matter of fact, she lived there up until two years ago when her mother passed away, and she was forced into the care of her father, who she hadn't once met before that point. thus, though she presently resides in tokyo with her father and her half-brother, she is quite uncomfortable with the entire thing, and deeply misses her hometown. seriously, even the mention of her being a 'new kid' - primarily because it's been two years, get over it - will upset her.
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gender:
no matter what the more cruel bullies might say, sora is a girl. not a guy, not an alien, not some multi-sexual android from another planet. she is woman, hear her roar.
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sexual orientation:
and uninterested, primarily considering that she has enough pressure to deal with, between keeping her grades up and fending off her father's attempts to completely change who she is.
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is character in school?
she was this close to skipping a grade and starting university early, but with the move to tokyo, she lost that chance. nonetheless, she is taking several university courses along with her high school ones right now, and she is at the top of her class. no surprise, considering that all she ever really does is study and attend cram school.
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about the character !
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how does your character feel about the recent disappearances, attacks, and uneasy feelings throughout most of tokyo as of late?
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personality:
as sweet as she is, however, there is one glaring flaw in sora's personality - that being the simple fact that she has no confidence in herself whatsoever. she is constantly second-guessing her actions, wondering whether what she is doing is right or not. but that is nothing new; she has been lacking in confidence since the day that she was born, really. what is new, however, is the fact that she's come to think of herself as being a freak. with her father constantly telling her that she needs to stop being so weird, and her classmates continuously telling her that she's strange, she's come to believe it. she'll never believe that someone actually likes her without very clear evidence to prove it, and generally believes that anyone who tries to be friendly with her has ulterior motives. she's had people pretend to be her friend, only to call her names or bully her in the past - and she doesn't want any repeat performances. she's just incredibly wary of anyone that shows an interest in befriending her. quite simply, she doesn't believe that she is good enough to have friends. it's sad, but a simple byproduct of being told that she's a freak all of her life.[/ul]
history:
too young to care for herself, the police tracked down her father, who was more than willing to take in his daughter, despite the fact that he had never met her before. it would be wonderful publicity, of course, and it was for that reason, more than anything else, that he allowed sora into his home. introduced to daisuke, his new wife, seira, and their son, ichiro for the first time, sora found her life turned upside down. she was forced to move to tokyo, live with almost complete strangers, and fend off her father's attempts to make her into less of a bookworm - he wanted to have a daughter that he could take to social gatherings with him, that would follow in his footsteps. a pretty little princess that would send the media reeling - which, of course, made sora uncomfortable. she had just lost her mother, was in an unfamiliar place, and was terrified to begin with - his attempts to change her certainly weren't helping in the slightest. two years later, nothing has changed. sora is still uncomfortable, her father is still trying to change her, and she is even more reluctant to socialize with people that she was when she was younger. she just has nothing in common with her new classmates - all she needs is a link, something to connect her to them. and only time will tell what that link might be.[/ul]
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the roleplayer !
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]alright, enough about my character. my name is scotty. i'm eighteen years old, and i have been roleplaying for three years. i have zero characters, and my favorite sailor moon character is sailor venus!
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roleplay sample!
She had laughed in Nick Fury’s face when he had first approached her; the entire idea had seemed positively ridiculous, more of a practical joke than a serious suggestion. While it was true that she was a superhero, and a rather powerful one at that, she had been sure that the offer was just one of the few who knew of her secret identity playing a sick joke on her; she was worried enough, having been new to this whole superhero business, and there hadn’t been any reason for the man to offer her a place on his team. Nonetheless, she had heard him out, as he seemed at least slightly serious; he hadn’t laughed along with her for one thing, and for another, he had that air about him of a high-ranking official, much like Carol’s former superiors. And truth be told, it was not the idea of being part of a team that bothered her; it was not the idea of being in the presence of many superhuman individuals like herself, which was actually a wonderful occurrence, considering her lack of expertise and need for advice. It was the idea of working for the government again, after all of the times that they had thrown her under the bus; she had been left to die, abandoned, used, manipulated, and tricked, all by various government officials over the years; her reluctance was justified. She had had her reservations, and had not hesitated to share them with Fury the moment he was done speaking; nonetheless, the offer had proved too good to turn down. Sure, it might mean being a lapdog of the government once again, something that she might come to regret when the time came, but it meant working with many who could assist in her becoming a better hero, and being allied with individuals who could certainly cover her ass if something went wrong. She was powerful, but as she knew quite well, she was inexperienced and could very well be obliterated by some particularly devious opponent; at least for a time, working with the Avengers had seemed the best plan of action, and the benefits overpowered her reservations before very long. She had gone from Ms. Marvel, vigilante seeking to make a name for herself, to Ms. Marvel, member of the Avengers and world-renowned superhero. It was a strange turn of events, and not one that she was sure she would ever really be comfortable with.
One of the biggest perks, if she were to be quite honest, was the ability to do and say whatever she pleased whilst in costume; Carol Danvers was just a civilian, and had to adhere to security restrictions and social norms, but as Ms. Marvel, she could go where she wanted, speak her mind, and not be judged. She was not blinded by power, and refrained from doing anything that was morally wrong, but she enjoyed the ability to explore government facilities, soar over airbases, or ask questions that she normally would not find answers to, if she were being quite honest. And it was this, the ability to truly go wherever she pleased, that led to her traversing the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, costume acting as her only necessary form of security clearance. Some might find it ridiculous, seeing a woman of such regality, form-fitting costume hugging a very marvelous frame, walking through the metallic hallways of the place, but she didn’t mind; this was the brainchild of Nick Fury and many high-ranking government officials, and curiosity had won out over logic. She didn’t care how ridiculous she looked; she was only interested in discovering what it was that went on within S.H.I.E.L.D’s walls, and she would walk around in her costume all day if it meant satisfying her curiosity. Brisk nods were directed towards those who sought to acknowledge her, many having encountered the woman on her previous jaunts through the place’s halls, though it was one individual that could her attention almost immediately. It was not that he seemed out of place, but simply that he was someone that she simply did not recognize; which was strange, considering that she tended to recognize most of the employees that she passed. There was but a moment’s hesitation before she strode over to him, the noise of heels clicking against metallic flooring echoing loudly as she approached; though she debated simply turning and walking away, the idea of disturbing someone who was likely working on something quite important not sitting well with her, but she cleared her throat instead, smiling amiably as he turned to face her.
"This might sound a little weird, but are you new here? It’s just… I tend to come around here pretty often, and I don’t think I've seen you before." One eyebrow was quirked for an instant, poking just above the mask that was intended to shield her identity, before she chuckled, gloved hand extended in greeting, smile accompanying it. "Sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Ms. Marvel."
One of the biggest perks, if she were to be quite honest, was the ability to do and say whatever she pleased whilst in costume; Carol Danvers was just a civilian, and had to adhere to security restrictions and social norms, but as Ms. Marvel, she could go where she wanted, speak her mind, and not be judged. She was not blinded by power, and refrained from doing anything that was morally wrong, but she enjoyed the ability to explore government facilities, soar over airbases, or ask questions that she normally would not find answers to, if she were being quite honest. And it was this, the ability to truly go wherever she pleased, that led to her traversing the halls of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, costume acting as her only necessary form of security clearance. Some might find it ridiculous, seeing a woman of such regality, form-fitting costume hugging a very marvelous frame, walking through the metallic hallways of the place, but she didn’t mind; this was the brainchild of Nick Fury and many high-ranking government officials, and curiosity had won out over logic. She didn’t care how ridiculous she looked; she was only interested in discovering what it was that went on within S.H.I.E.L.D’s walls, and she would walk around in her costume all day if it meant satisfying her curiosity. Brisk nods were directed towards those who sought to acknowledge her, many having encountered the woman on her previous jaunts through the place’s halls, though it was one individual that could her attention almost immediately. It was not that he seemed out of place, but simply that he was someone that she simply did not recognize; which was strange, considering that she tended to recognize most of the employees that she passed. There was but a moment’s hesitation before she strode over to him, the noise of heels clicking against metallic flooring echoing loudly as she approached; though she debated simply turning and walking away, the idea of disturbing someone who was likely working on something quite important not sitting well with her, but she cleared her throat instead, smiling amiably as he turned to face her.
"This might sound a little weird, but are you new here? It’s just… I tend to come around here pretty often, and I don’t think I've seen you before." One eyebrow was quirked for an instant, poking just above the mask that was intended to shield her identity, before she chuckled, gloved hand extended in greeting, smile accompanying it. "Sorry, I should probably introduce myself. I'm Ms. Marvel."
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