Post by applepoisoneer on Jun 11, 2008 5:05:07 GMT -5
Out Side RP
Bree
16
Nebraska, U.S.A (unfortunately...)
Either E-mail or PM is fine, I chek both regularly.
The Character
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PHYSICAL DISCRIPTION;
tends to dress in in dark and monochromatic kimono with her long black hair in an aisymetrical ponytail. Her eyes are tiny and blue, usually with heavy eye makeup. She wears a distinct shade of burgandy lipstick and no rouge or cover-up. She's of medium build and decent "indowments" and has been known to walk with a black umbrella on bright-sunny days but prefers to walk in the rain.
Name: Fuuyutsuki Katsume
Age: 24
Hight: 5ft 3in
Weight:122lbs
Blood Type:A+
Apartment or House An apartment in the city:
Personality: Poetic and almost graceful in speach, but physically kind of awkward. She's a scholor; meaning always seeking new knowledge and dealing advice which usually turns out to be alright. She's extremely stuborn and sardonic, constantly changing moods in a sort of predictable patern. When she finds something interesting, she'll persue it until she can no longer learn anything new (something like obbsessive). She dislikes children younger than 10 but can put up with those who're differant.
History She attended College with the older generation of Souma, (Hatori, Shigure, hates Ayame still) and has had a desperate need to be with Hatori since they met in the library one winter afternoon and has since done whatever she could to be noticed by him (while trying to keep her dignity of course) It nearly crushed her to see him with Kana, and was secretly relieved when she stopped comming around suddenly.She sees Shigure on a regular basis because they share the same publisher.(as she is a part-time writer and full-on actress) but never really got to know those outside of her collage years.
Fuu lay in bed and twisted her hair round and around her fingers in a sort of daze. She'd completely forgotten the date of Comedy of Error debute. When was it again... His birthday! That's the date, how ironic. Misunderstanding, love triangles, and Shakespeare all on the day that Hatori was born. That assertion of chaos in her life. What could she have been thinking to dwell on him all of these years? It's difficult to discuss with herself.
She would just have to move on without him. Still, she wondered, would it be kinder to bring him a presant? Or even ask Shigure to give it...
"No," she thought aloud. "Poor Shigure can't be trusted to those sorts of things. If he's left to his vices..."
Snickering at the thoughts of how simple objects could become entertainment in the hands of someone like Shigure, she dressed for the day. Winding the hip slip as she did every morning and putting on the under robe. When it came to the visble layers however, she stopped. Somehing unusual today; something forest green. With vines serpantine against a black background and little red buds like drops of blood dotting the hem and sleeves. Yes, that should do to lighten her mood as much as it could possibly be lifted.
She pulled open the mockery of velvet curtains barring her winder and gazed out at the sky. A grey and clouded mass. Rain, a good omen! Hazah,she quivered silently.Today looks better than I'd hoped.
Codeword.
Bree
16
Nebraska, U.S.A (unfortunately...)
Either E-mail or PM is fine, I chek both regularly.
The Character
Image unavailable
PHYSICAL DISCRIPTION;
tends to dress in in dark and monochromatic kimono with her long black hair in an aisymetrical ponytail. Her eyes are tiny and blue, usually with heavy eye makeup. She wears a distinct shade of burgandy lipstick and no rouge or cover-up. She's of medium build and decent "indowments" and has been known to walk with a black umbrella on bright-sunny days but prefers to walk in the rain.
Name: Fuuyutsuki Katsume
Age: 24
Hight: 5ft 3in
Weight:122lbs
Blood Type:A+
Apartment or House An apartment in the city:
Personality: Poetic and almost graceful in speach, but physically kind of awkward. She's a scholor; meaning always seeking new knowledge and dealing advice which usually turns out to be alright. She's extremely stuborn and sardonic, constantly changing moods in a sort of predictable patern. When she finds something interesting, she'll persue it until she can no longer learn anything new (something like obbsessive). She dislikes children younger than 10 but can put up with those who're differant.
History She attended College with the older generation of Souma, (Hatori, Shigure, hates Ayame still) and has had a desperate need to be with Hatori since they met in the library one winter afternoon and has since done whatever she could to be noticed by him (while trying to keep her dignity of course) It nearly crushed her to see him with Kana, and was secretly relieved when she stopped comming around suddenly.She sees Shigure on a regular basis because they share the same publisher.(as she is a part-time writer and full-on actress) but never really got to know those outside of her collage years.
Fuu lay in bed and twisted her hair round and around her fingers in a sort of daze. She'd completely forgotten the date of Comedy of Error debute. When was it again... His birthday! That's the date, how ironic. Misunderstanding, love triangles, and Shakespeare all on the day that Hatori was born. That assertion of chaos in her life. What could she have been thinking to dwell on him all of these years? It's difficult to discuss with herself.
She would just have to move on without him. Still, she wondered, would it be kinder to bring him a presant? Or even ask Shigure to give it...
"No," she thought aloud. "Poor Shigure can't be trusted to those sorts of things. If he's left to his vices..."
Snickering at the thoughts of how simple objects could become entertainment in the hands of someone like Shigure, she dressed for the day. Winding the hip slip as she did every morning and putting on the under robe. When it came to the visble layers however, she stopped. Somehing unusual today; something forest green. With vines serpantine against a black background and little red buds like drops of blood dotting the hem and sleeves. Yes, that should do to lighten her mood as much as it could possibly be lifted.
She pulled open the mockery of velvet curtains barring her winder and gazed out at the sky. A grey and clouded mass. Rain, a good omen! Hazah,she quivered silently.Today looks better than I'd hoped.
Codeword.