Post by Meiko on Sept 30, 2008 16:15:23 GMT -5
Name: Meiko Tsukiyomi
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Meiko is generally kind-hearted and nice. She hates watching other people get picked on, but usually can do nothing about it since she is so picked on herself. She's rather shy and usually quiet. Her shyness and quietness comes from getting picked on herself. She only talks when spoken to, because she doesn't know what the persons reaction towards her will be. Shyness is one of her flaws, because it causes her to miss alot of great opportunities and pass by people who could be great friends.
She often gets into depressed mode for some unexplained reasons. She's slowly healing from her issues, but it takes her longer to heal then alot of people. Even though, she does try to hide her depression so people don't use it to pick on her.
Meiko is the extreme jealous type. It's mostly when it comes to guys/girls that she's attracted too. She can't stand seeing them with other girls/guys and gets really annoyed at the thought of it. Jealousy causes her to do and say things she normally wouldn't. Although she tries to hide it, it is almost impossible to keep it completely under control.
What kind of people you like: Bi
Which Role are you: Neutral
Type of Sex you prefer: Not Picky.
Custom Title: Strawberry Angel
History: Meiko's intire childhood was normal. She didn't do anything out of the ordinary. In return to that, nothing weird happened to her. If anything, it was like one of those happy, sappy movie endings that everyone finds so corney. Still, nothing ever stays that way in the real world.
When Meiko got into her teenage years, she went down the path of strange things like witchcraft. Although nothing ever seemed to work for her, she still believed. Both her parents ended up being killed only a while after she begun this. After that, she clang onto it like there was no tomarrow with out it. She no longer had anything else to believe in.
Landing in this house was unexpected. Still, how else would she possibly have to spend her life? Although in terror, she is by no means "unhappy". She gets satisfaction from alot of things. She finds excitement inside some of her depression.
Sample RP: Wind blowing softly and the skies warming her skin, Namine sat on a bench in one of the ally-ways of Twilight Town. There wasn't really much for her to do today, but she had some spare time seeing as how the Organization XIII didn't seem to be trying as hard as usual to get her. That was a relief. She was in desperate need of a break. Although she was spectacular at hiding it, having someone after you all the time was stressful. And then of coarse, there was Diz. Enough with that though. She was supposed to be trying not to think about it instead of remembering.
Opening up her sketchbook with nervous fingers from being paranoid, Namine brushed a strand of her fine blonde hair that the wind blew out of place back over her shoulder. She picked up the pencil that lay next to her and began to draw what ever came to her mind. She found herself making a portrait of the boy like Sora. Roxas. Sora's nobody. In her drawing, he was fighting off many heartless being thrown at him. She portrayed him as strong and a warrior defending his three friends witch she drew off into the background.
Roxas. Hayner. Pence. Olette. Those were some of the luckiest people in the world. There friendship was true and none of these kids ever seemed to be lonely. She wished she could have friends like those. She often found herself lonely and possible a little bit jealous of the bond they shared. When was her time going to come? When was she going to get friends like these? Everyone seemed to have friends. Even Sora. He had Kairi and Riku. Maybe Namine's time would never come...After all, she was never supposed to exsist either. Maybe it was not her purpose to make friends with the time she had here how ever short or long it would be.
"You're letting your emotions get to you..." she spoke to herself in a quiet tone.
The only word for her feelings towards all Sora, Roxas, and their friends would have to be jealousy. At least, that was the only way she could think about describing it. Was there even another word for it? If there was, finding it for her was hopeless. Her thoughts were so scrambled. Why did she have to be Namine's nobody? If she wasn't, she wouldn't be half as important to everyone's plans. She wouldn't be forced against her will and she'd be able to live life her way and have all the small luxuries that came with friends.
Attempting to loosen up her mind and unwind her emotions a little bit, she closed her sketchbook. This stupid book of drawings was the only thing that she felt separated her from Kairi and made her a little bit of an individual person. Even though Kairi was an artist, she didn't see her carrying around a sketchbook like this. Namine shook her head and looked up to the orange skies of Twilight Town. Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyday was this relaxing and peaceful?
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Age: 18
Sex: Female
Appearance:
Personality: Meiko is generally kind-hearted and nice. She hates watching other people get picked on, but usually can do nothing about it since she is so picked on herself. She's rather shy and usually quiet. Her shyness and quietness comes from getting picked on herself. She only talks when spoken to, because she doesn't know what the persons reaction towards her will be. Shyness is one of her flaws, because it causes her to miss alot of great opportunities and pass by people who could be great friends.
She often gets into depressed mode for some unexplained reasons. She's slowly healing from her issues, but it takes her longer to heal then alot of people. Even though, she does try to hide her depression so people don't use it to pick on her.
Meiko is the extreme jealous type. It's mostly when it comes to guys/girls that she's attracted too. She can't stand seeing them with other girls/guys and gets really annoyed at the thought of it. Jealousy causes her to do and say things she normally wouldn't. Although she tries to hide it, it is almost impossible to keep it completely under control.
What kind of people you like: Bi
Which Role are you: Neutral
Type of Sex you prefer: Not Picky.
Custom Title: Strawberry Angel
History: Meiko's intire childhood was normal. She didn't do anything out of the ordinary. In return to that, nothing weird happened to her. If anything, it was like one of those happy, sappy movie endings that everyone finds so corney. Still, nothing ever stays that way in the real world.
When Meiko got into her teenage years, she went down the path of strange things like witchcraft. Although nothing ever seemed to work for her, she still believed. Both her parents ended up being killed only a while after she begun this. After that, she clang onto it like there was no tomarrow with out it. She no longer had anything else to believe in.
Landing in this house was unexpected. Still, how else would she possibly have to spend her life? Although in terror, she is by no means "unhappy". She gets satisfaction from alot of things. She finds excitement inside some of her depression.
Sample RP: Wind blowing softly and the skies warming her skin, Namine sat on a bench in one of the ally-ways of Twilight Town. There wasn't really much for her to do today, but she had some spare time seeing as how the Organization XIII didn't seem to be trying as hard as usual to get her. That was a relief. She was in desperate need of a break. Although she was spectacular at hiding it, having someone after you all the time was stressful. And then of coarse, there was Diz. Enough with that though. She was supposed to be trying not to think about it instead of remembering.
Opening up her sketchbook with nervous fingers from being paranoid, Namine brushed a strand of her fine blonde hair that the wind blew out of place back over her shoulder. She picked up the pencil that lay next to her and began to draw what ever came to her mind. She found herself making a portrait of the boy like Sora. Roxas. Sora's nobody. In her drawing, he was fighting off many heartless being thrown at him. She portrayed him as strong and a warrior defending his three friends witch she drew off into the background.
Roxas. Hayner. Pence. Olette. Those were some of the luckiest people in the world. There friendship was true and none of these kids ever seemed to be lonely. She wished she could have friends like those. She often found herself lonely and possible a little bit jealous of the bond they shared. When was her time going to come? When was she going to get friends like these? Everyone seemed to have friends. Even Sora. He had Kairi and Riku. Maybe Namine's time would never come...After all, she was never supposed to exsist either. Maybe it was not her purpose to make friends with the time she had here how ever short or long it would be.
"You're letting your emotions get to you..." she spoke to herself in a quiet tone.
The only word for her feelings towards all Sora, Roxas, and their friends would have to be jealousy. At least, that was the only way she could think about describing it. Was there even another word for it? If there was, finding it for her was hopeless. Her thoughts were so scrambled. Why did she have to be Namine's nobody? If she wasn't, she wouldn't be half as important to everyone's plans. She wouldn't be forced against her will and she'd be able to live life her way and have all the small luxuries that came with friends.
Attempting to loosen up her mind and unwind her emotions a little bit, she closed her sketchbook. This stupid book of drawings was the only thing that she felt separated her from Kairi and made her a little bit of an individual person. Even though Kairi was an artist, she didn't see her carrying around a sketchbook like this. Namine shook her head and looked up to the orange skies of Twilight Town. Wouldn't it be wonderful if everyday was this relaxing and peaceful?
Password: SUBMIT
