Post by Elda Forever on Jul 28, 2009 22:59:09 GMT -5
Okay, so this may be kind of awkward to write as, and maybe too difficult, but I'm hoping it'll be okay. I see how nicely Shelby/Cassie worked out with one loverly person RPing them, so I'm thinking I can at least give it a shot. Let me know if it would be too confusing/against policy, and I'm cool with that.
I would just give her back to MtM. Because this girl is too cute and needs to be Played. (that doesn't sound right...) I stole her and have edited portions to make them more suitable to my wants and needs. Hurhur. She's a fun character, just all around. Slightly AU from her last RPG, too, FYI.
Current Username: Elda Forever
Character's Name: Amane Oumura
Character's Age: 16
Appearance: Shoulder-length brownish hair with a red tint to it. Enormous and exquisitely expressive Dark brown eyes. Naturally nearly-flawless skin. Rose-pink lips. Rather tall. Light, by nature.
Personality: Is more introverted and shy until one gets into her 'circle', a creation in her own mind that is typically quite accepting. Tends to be obsessive in her likes and dislikes - "I hate..." vs. "I LOVE...!" - and has some less obvious self-esteem issues. Her family moved to New Orleans a few years ago, and she has been happy, painting and going to high school. And, more importantly, following her recent obsession - Yukito Maki, whom she believes herself in love with. As with all her obsessions, Amane takes this 'slightly overboard', and falls very short of stalking at this moment in time. Her parents know nothing of this, since she is recently infatuated with the type of teenagers who are secretive and mysterious, and wishes herself to be more like that. Her friends have some idea - since she isn't very good at hiding things - but have done nothing to stifle her attentions.
Sample post:
Amane Oumura
"So what did you get for that last one? Then I can let you go and be freeeeeee!" Amane said with a smile, clutching her bright pink razr phone in one hand, her other hand nervously tapping her pencil against her notebook. She had her books propped up on her knees in front of her as she curled up on the couch, the TV blaring dully in the background. Her mother was probably watching another one of those weird documentaries.
"Aw..don't be like that..." she pouted, her voice whiny into the phone, "You know you're my bestest best friend!" A pause, as she smiled, an expectant look on her face. At a word on the other end, she erupted into giggles, "Yes, yes. I know. I promised. We'll do that later, though." Her expressive eyes sparkled as she thumped her pencil against the edge of her paper, making dark lines of lead across the scrawled notes and doodles, "Focus, Cole. One more problem." A beat, and Amane's voice drawled in a complaint, "Aw...c'mon. Don't be like that. We can chitchat later.." The response was enough to make her roll her eyes, slipping aside the notebook and going to stand near the large sliding glass door that led to the Oumura balcony. "Fine...tell me."
Unfortunately, she was distracted the next instant, as she reached out to touch the clear glass dotted with beads of rain. The light drizzle that poured down from the hazy afternoon sky was a stark contrast to the teenage boy that suddenly dropped from nowhere, landing unceremoniously on the iron balcony. Dripping wet and wearing a dark T-shirt and jeans - and strangely bare foot - the boy stood up and glanced upwards to the place he had fallen from, a solemn look on his face.
Fate, to Amane, was a strange way of not dealing with the good things and bad things that happened to you. But she was grateful to discover that living in the apartment directly above her was no one other than the one person she had wished to be close enough to see often while still not being creepy. Amane dropped the cell phone to her side and found herself staring openly at the boy standing a few feet away from her, his black hair stuck to his cheeks and the slight traces of a smirk on his lips. Yukito...
As if he had felt her staring, the boy looked down and met her eyes, making Amane jump and begin to blush furiously. Yukito gave a little shrug, as if to say 'hey, it happens all the time', sent her a brief wave, and started down the ladder hanging off the edge of the balcony, soon disappearing out of sight.
Within seconds Amane had opened her sliding glass door and was leaning as far as she could out over the railing, watching him race down to the ground and towards a nearby alleyway. Once clear of the front of the building, he thrust his hands in his pockets and slowed, to an almost forcedly casual gait. A smile crept across her face, and she lifted the cell phone back to her ear, "Cole, do you believe money grows on trees?"
She giggled, lifting her hand to her lips and biting gently on the edge of her thumb, swiveling where she stood, "Do you believe good things happen to those who wait?"
"Neither do I. But now I do believe that beautiful boys fall from the sky." She let out a happy laugh, wondering why he had snuck out of the house this time, and hoping he chose the same method of escape next time. And praying that she was there, too. Maybe next time, she could have the courage to say hello. And maybe this would be some adorable secret they could share. And maybe she could tease him about using her balcony without her permission. And maybe...just maybe so many things.
I see you, Yukito. When no one else does. And someday, you'll see me, too.
AI: Kobayashi Ryoko
I would just give her back to MtM. Because this girl is too cute and needs to be Played. (that doesn't sound right...) I stole her and have edited portions to make them more suitable to my wants and needs. Hurhur. She's a fun character, just all around. Slightly AU from her last RPG, too, FYI.
Current Username: Elda Forever
Character's Name: Amane Oumura
Character's Age: 16
Appearance: Shoulder-length brownish hair with a red tint to it. Enormous and exquisitely expressive Dark brown eyes. Naturally nearly-flawless skin. Rose-pink lips. Rather tall. Light, by nature.
Personality: Is more introverted and shy until one gets into her 'circle', a creation in her own mind that is typically quite accepting. Tends to be obsessive in her likes and dislikes - "I hate..." vs. "I LOVE...!" - and has some less obvious self-esteem issues. Her family moved to New Orleans a few years ago, and she has been happy, painting and going to high school. And, more importantly, following her recent obsession - Yukito Maki, whom she believes herself in love with. As with all her obsessions, Amane takes this 'slightly overboard', and falls very short of stalking at this moment in time. Her parents know nothing of this, since she is recently infatuated with the type of teenagers who are secretive and mysterious, and wishes herself to be more like that. Her friends have some idea - since she isn't very good at hiding things - but have done nothing to stifle her attentions.
Sample post:
Amane Oumura
"So what did you get for that last one? Then I can let you go and be freeeeeee!" Amane said with a smile, clutching her bright pink razr phone in one hand, her other hand nervously tapping her pencil against her notebook. She had her books propped up on her knees in front of her as she curled up on the couch, the TV blaring dully in the background. Her mother was probably watching another one of those weird documentaries.
"Aw..don't be like that..." she pouted, her voice whiny into the phone, "You know you're my bestest best friend!" A pause, as she smiled, an expectant look on her face. At a word on the other end, she erupted into giggles, "Yes, yes. I know. I promised. We'll do that later, though." Her expressive eyes sparkled as she thumped her pencil against the edge of her paper, making dark lines of lead across the scrawled notes and doodles, "Focus, Cole. One more problem." A beat, and Amane's voice drawled in a complaint, "Aw...c'mon. Don't be like that. We can chitchat later.." The response was enough to make her roll her eyes, slipping aside the notebook and going to stand near the large sliding glass door that led to the Oumura balcony. "Fine...tell me."
Unfortunately, she was distracted the next instant, as she reached out to touch the clear glass dotted with beads of rain. The light drizzle that poured down from the hazy afternoon sky was a stark contrast to the teenage boy that suddenly dropped from nowhere, landing unceremoniously on the iron balcony. Dripping wet and wearing a dark T-shirt and jeans - and strangely bare foot - the boy stood up and glanced upwards to the place he had fallen from, a solemn look on his face.
Fate, to Amane, was a strange way of not dealing with the good things and bad things that happened to you. But she was grateful to discover that living in the apartment directly above her was no one other than the one person she had wished to be close enough to see often while still not being creepy. Amane dropped the cell phone to her side and found herself staring openly at the boy standing a few feet away from her, his black hair stuck to his cheeks and the slight traces of a smirk on his lips. Yukito...
As if he had felt her staring, the boy looked down and met her eyes, making Amane jump and begin to blush furiously. Yukito gave a little shrug, as if to say 'hey, it happens all the time', sent her a brief wave, and started down the ladder hanging off the edge of the balcony, soon disappearing out of sight.
Within seconds Amane had opened her sliding glass door and was leaning as far as she could out over the railing, watching him race down to the ground and towards a nearby alleyway. Once clear of the front of the building, he thrust his hands in his pockets and slowed, to an almost forcedly casual gait. A smile crept across her face, and she lifted the cell phone back to her ear, "Cole, do you believe money grows on trees?"
She giggled, lifting her hand to her lips and biting gently on the edge of her thumb, swiveling where she stood, "Do you believe good things happen to those who wait?"
"Neither do I. But now I do believe that beautiful boys fall from the sky." She let out a happy laugh, wondering why he had snuck out of the house this time, and hoping he chose the same method of escape next time. And praying that she was there, too. Maybe next time, she could have the courage to say hello. And maybe this would be some adorable secret they could share. And maybe she could tease him about using her balcony without her permission. And maybe...just maybe so many things.
I see you, Yukito. When no one else does. And someday, you'll see me, too.
AI: Kobayashi Ryoko
-Mascii(: