Post by Ishikawa, Rieko on Sept 23, 2008 5:10:59 GMT -5
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Name:
Rieko Ishikawa
Age:
16-17
Sex:
Female
Appearance:
Personality:
Rieko is quiet. Slightly withdrawn from this world. It's not because of some horrible past she had, it's just the way she was born. She is not so much fiery and doesn't have a double personality. She just likes to get away from home and read a book, scary, romance, any genre. If it's a child book, she doesn't care. If it's supposed to be for "mature adults", she doesn't care either. All books interest her and always have. She's not very social and was made fun of a lot, not that she cared anyway. She's ...not very observant of the things around her. She's also good at keeping secrets and not caring, even if she gets beat up. She doesn't really feel it. Maybe she's not human. XD
What kind of people you like:
She doesn't care, nor does she even pay much attention to other humans. xp
Which Role are you:
Slave
Type of Sex you prefer:
N/A
Custom Title:
Once upon a time
History:
Rieko was born an average girl in Mitaka City-Tokyo Prefecture, Japan. It was a small city and there weren't many close places where she could just sit down and relax while reading her book, without listening to her mother complain about ever single little thing. She did find some spots but usually, a few months later, they would start building something, which she found quite stupid. Especially since there was such little space in Mitaka in the first place. She always wore her hair in braids and had glasses and like always, never spoke to much.
In Junior School(Chuugaku//Middle School), people would tease her a lot, especially when she was a third year. She ignored them, obviously and got beat a lot for not paying attention to them bullying her. She never had a knight in shining armor, nor did she need one in the first place. Her glasses, of course, weren't really needed, so when someone stepped on them, purposely, she just shrugged it off and didn't wear them anymore. She did get bruises from the beatings, but never really felt them, because before going to bed, she would be so caught up in her imagination.
Before High School came rolling along, her parents decided to move to another place. And this is where she accidentally stumbled across the Houses. Somehow, without hesitation was lured in. And that, my dears, is where her story begins.
Sample RP:
Part of her past, I'll just use it as an RP sample. I usually do RP in Third Person. ~
They could hurt me all they want. Kick me. Punch me. Hit me. I never really felt anything, I just stared at their stupid ugly faces and let them do whatever. What was the point of fighting back anyway? I wasn't that strong, that would do no good, and really, it never even hurt when they punched me. They were and still are weak. Both mentally, and physically. I really do pity them. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't have jobs in the future, or were poor. I'd laugh, with all my might, I'd laugh. School bullies are only good at being School Bullies, nothing more, nothing less.
Someone kicked me in the stomach, sure, I didn't feel pain, but I can still feel when they hit me. After all, I'm only human. Was I blocking out the pain? Or was it the fact that I was abnormal? I don't see how it matters anyway. They stepped on my glasses, I giggled. They stared at me, I stared back. What good did they think they were doing by breaking my glasses. It's not like I actually needed them in the first place. They were more like a toy, so I could disguise myself as a geeky student who is anti-social with no friends. Some girls would try to help me now and then, but soon they would hear rumor's about me, and stop. Middle School is just a game. A boring one too.
I walked home, my case by my side, my homework and anything I needed in it as well, including my book. Well, the book I was currently reading. My skirt swished as I walked, Ugh I thought to myself, School skirts are damn annoying. I'd rather wear pants. I sighed, defeated. I couldn't do anything about this problem, whatever. When I was grown, I wouldn't need skirts anymore. As soon I as I snapped back to reality, I was home. I went inside our apartment silently, I could hear my mom in the next room complaining about something again. Soon, I knew, I would read, fall asleep and start the same stupid day over again.
Password:
SUBMIT
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