Kiyomi Yamanda
Jun 2, 2010 15:54:04 GMT -5
Post by Kiyomi Yamanda on Jun 2, 2010 15:54:04 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Kiyomi Emilie Yamanda
Nicknames: Kiki, Cookie, Sweety
Age: Sixteen
Orientation: Heterosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Reanimation: This basically mean that she has the ability to bring something back to the living or heal something. Acute fatigue is a issue to deal with after the use of this certain ability.
Play By: Otsuka Ai
The Details
Hair Color:Naturally dark brown but normally wears wigs of other various shades of brown or sometimes a red like color.
Eye Color:Dark chocolatey brown.
Any Piercings?Tongue and her ears but she hardly wears earrings.
Any Tattoos?No unless you count the ones she draws on herself from time to time.
Any Scars?None
General Appearance:Kiyomi is a short girl for her age. At only the whopping height of 5'1" at age sixteen, she's come to believe she will stay that heigth forever. Kiyomi is easily noticable because of her lean figure and her naturally long, blackish brown hair. Her skin color, a lightly tanned sade, complaments her eyes of hot chocolate brown. Normally, Kiyomi is seen wearing gypsy insipired clothing and high tops or jeans, t-shirts, hoodies and her white and blue adidis slip ons. You'll probably never see her wearing those gawd aweful things called Uggs.
Kiyomi has small hands and feet, coming from her mother who was quite a small, skinny not short, woman. Kiyomi's eyes have an almond shape and she loves that she has more Asian looks then American.
Personality:Kiyomi is the type of girl who will love you to death until you give her a reason not to. She is known as the little girl, the one who is like everyone's kid sister. She acts younger then she is, normally acting like a scared puppy in need of a loving owner. Kiki isn't the type of girl to kiss and tell, if she had ever kissed someone that is. She's somewhat shy and reserved. But she isn't always that way. Mess with one of her friends and you better hope and prey you know how to fight back. She is fighter but only when she needs to be.
To understand Kiyomi when she is using normal logic, you've got to be able to understand really fast rambling. If you can't follow it, just nod your head a couple times and say yes or no when you think she needs an answer. This teen isn't the type to get mad at you at anything. She likes to get even the quiet way and most the time you don't even see it coming. And when it happens, she exspects you to get her back so she and you can hopefully laugh about it later.
Your Vices
Likes:
Neon colors
Loud music of any kind
Being around a ton of people
laughing
Singing
Running
Holding people's hands
Reading any type of novel
Learning more on Japanese tradition
Speaking several different languages
Dislikes:
Chocolate
Pastle colors
Loud, over barring people
Torture of any type
Failing computers
Anything that fails (mostly her grades)
Yelling
Smoking (yucky smelling stuff right there)
Being told what to do
Wearing shorts
Being pressured into doing something
Wehn the icecream truck is a van and not a truck
Strengths:
Drawing anime
Singing
Making people feel important or needed
Proving her worth
Weaknesses:
Drawing anything realistic
Letting people go
Doing as she's told
Holding grudges or getting mad
Acting her age
Fears:
Losing everyone that means something to her
Spiders
Secret:
She's never been kissed
Family Ties
Father:Kei Yamanda
Mother:Emilie Sonya Yamanda Renolds
Siblings:None
Any Other Important People:A black bird named Nekomasume
History
This little sweet heart was born in Hiroshima, Japan. She lived in Tokyo for most her life but was taught several languages, mostly English, by her mama, Emilie. Emilie was a school teacher and Kei was a lawyer. Around Kiyomi's seventh birthday they moved to a small town in New York where Emilie was born. The town was close knit, and when they moved in, it was quite weird for little Kiyomi. The kids all knew eachother, none of them really the type of children to go and hang out with a random forgein girl.
As Kiyomi aged, she learned a few things about Americans. One, little shy Japanese girls weren't wanted. Two, little shy Japanese girls weren't like. Three, the boys were loud and picked on people without ceasing. Four, no one cared what you had to say when it really came down to it. And something she really learned, is that no American boy will ever kiss a girl who is too shy and reserved to even wear nude lip gloss. And she learned all this painfully and it was all made clear by everyone she knew.
At her tenth birthday nobody showed up, she really didn't expect them too. But then as she was helping her mama take care of things and listened to her angery muttering, there was a ringing at the door. Answering it, little Kiyomi found a boy about 2 years her senior standing at her door with a present. He looked down at her with the friendliest smile, handed her the present and hugged her. Saying something along the lines of 'My sister is really mean for only being ten years old. I hope this helps you not hate her too much.'. They ate cake and talked about nothing really except Sammy and his dog named Chow. She showed Sammy her pretty black bird named Nekomasume and explained the name. Nekomasume was a cat demon with a split tail.
The friendship of Sammy and Kiyomi was short lived though. As they grew older so did Sammy's hormones and Kiyomi knew that his sleeping in her bed with him for a nap after school wasn't always gonna be a nap. But before she could cut it off with him, he cut it off with her. He had told her he was the star quarter back, he couldn't be seen with a freak like her. So she also added that to her list of what she knew about Americans. They cared about what people thought of them.
Kiyomi knew she was a freak, it would be easily proven. Sammy could easily prove it. Only a little while ago she was out walking Chow with Sammy. Now, Chow had a tendency of getting pulling his head out of his collar and running somewhere. And Chow did just that and ran into the road, getting hit my a semi. Sammy yelled, somewhat cried even because Chow was his everything. Kiyomi got on her knees and placed a shaky hand on the lab's matted gold fur. She didn't exspect anything to happen. She just cried and slowly the dog breathed and sat up. But to make the story short, that was the last time Sammy and her hung out and was the begining of being called a freak everytime they passed in the halls at school.
And that's how she ended up here. Her parents learned about what happened and didn't know how to deal with her. So they thought the easiest thing was for her to go. She doesn't resent them, or anyone else. They did what they did for themselves or for her. That is just life. And she knows that.
Roleplay Example
A girl around the age of fifteen, maybe younger by the way she acted, sat on a bench outside reading Gone with the Wind. She had read this book a million times yet it still amazed her. She felt as if she had been born in the wrong era, she belonged in the South during those times. She loved the idea of living on a large plantation and being a farm owner’s daughter… Okay, so maybe she didn’t really want to live like that but the books made it seem so interesting. Like a dream you’d never believe in.
Kiyomi finally set down her book and crossed her legs. The wind blowing her shortish black gypsy skirt around her naturally tanned thighs. Leaning back, she looked up at the sky with a sly smile. Her pretty almond shaped, cocoa colored eyes closed under the pressure of the sun light. Kiyomi grabbed the water bottle at her side and brought it to her lips blindly, letting the pure, ice cold liquid run down her throat. She licked her lips in such a way it made her laugh at herself. She wasn’t that type of girl but hell; it was fun to pretend to be. Of course you could tell she wasn’t that type of a girl. She wore lime green high tops and a random shirt with smiley faces and peace signs all over it. She hardly ever even wore skirts but she felt different today. She wasn’t even sure if that’s what you called retro or rooting through the bottom of your closet for something to cover up in. She called it the second because she was pretty sure retro was like hello kitty, scrunchy socks and pleaded skirts.
Kiyomi sat the water bottom back down with the lid screwed tightly on top. She hadn’t been here long but she still was piled up on homework she didn’t understand and still had no friends. Friends... The only friend she made in the states was Sammy. Her dear Sammy who didn’t understand that being different was okay. She knew it was okay but she was pretty sure that Sammy didn’t. He was a star football player, that wasn’t different. It was only the same as most boys in that school.
She sat up and opened her black, white and blue plaid backpack. Pulling out notebooks, text books and folders. She grabbed the calculus stuff and pushed everything else away. She opened to page 254 and read the instructions, opened her notebook to the latest set of notes and took out a loose leaf piece of lined paper from the folder. Her fire red nails tapped on the book as she looked at the stuff in her lap trying to figure out what else she was missing.
“Book… Notes… Paper…. What is -Pencil!” Kiyomi exclaimed and giggled at her stupidity. One of the simplest utensils in doing anything but still it was forgettable. She rummaged through her cluttered bag, yelping in slight pain as questioned pencil impaled her at the bottom of that bag. She dropped the back to the ground and looked at the pencil in her hand. It was a fuzzy black pencil with red zebra print and had a cow pencil top eraser. She kissed the pencil and set to work, only to get one problem started and the pencil point to break.
What About You?
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Name: MeganLeigh... Meg, Meggie, whatever trips your trigger
Age: fourteen
Experience: Five or six years
How Did You Find Us? Tell you the truth, I can't remember. I was site hoping.
Ready To Play?Yepperz dude!
