Post by Zaiachi Kiomi on Nov 12, 2010 7:59:19 GMT -8
Zaiachi Kiomi
{I'm looking for a way back, because it's coming to get me. Coming to get me. I'm looking for a way back, because I can't stand what I can't see.}
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Thunder in the distance
[/color]{Can you tell me where I stand?}[/font][/center][/color]
full name Zaiachi Kiomi
nicknames Kiomi-chan, Mew-chan
age Seventeen, 24th of September
gender Female
sexuality I'm as heterosexual as a ruler.
occupation Junior in Highschool
I realized what I wanted to say
[/color][/size]{You're only place is beneath me, where the embers burn.}[/font][/center][/color]
Physical Appearance
Standing at an accurate 5’1” and weighing at least 100lbs—no, this is not an introduction to a boxing match, nor is it related to the sport. Yeah, she’s just a little shorter than some but if someone’s got a problem with that, her knees and occasionally her boots are pretty much ready to welcome the inquisition. The prospect of not getting hurt though is kind of low. But either way, the 17 year old is pretty simple. Sure, her complexion’s a little pale, but that’s because she hates the sun. She would rather stay indoors rather than slave herself away out where the rays of light can give her a tan. (Pst, she hates humidity!) Her hair is lilac in color and falls roughly below the base of her neck. She used to have longer hair before, but she felt that a little hair cut was indeed needed. Some people said that she dyed her hair from black into that color, but that’s just wrong. She loves her hair a little too much to even tamper with it using today’s technologies.
Not that it’s weird, but sometimes she thinks the color of her eyes are too dull. A pale silver color became the focus of her childhood acquaintances’ taunting antics since it makes her look like she's blind; that or that she had some weird eye disease, but surely! She was fine and dandy! Kiomi always seems to have a cold look plastered on her face, it makes her look either serious or stoic, but she is far from being like that. Of course, she smiles too, when she feels like it.
As for body measurements, it was too evident that she was a girl. She isn’t flat-chested even if she wishes that she was and her body does have a nice curve. These though are physical traits that she isn’t very proud off. To solution this, the girl often wears baggy clothes or clothes that tend to be a size bigger than her usual outfit. If it helps conceal the chest and the waist line, then that's good enough for her. She didn’t like too much attention. Still there were instances that she dresses in a more feminine fashion. But this would be a rarity, sometimes only when she didn’t have any other clothes left, or if she feels the need to look…nice every once in a while. Much to her dismay, School did require uniforms. That means blouse and skirt, not really her favorite suit for the day...well weekdays.
Personality
In general, she is a good kid with an attitude problem. Call it a bad case of identity crisis if you will, but she is pretty…well, neutral when it comes to a lot of things. As mentioned, Kiomi is a good kid, but sadly she has a pretty rebellious side to her. Of course this was due to the over protective display showcased by her folks back at home. “Don’t do this, Don’t do that” is the common lecture speech combo that is given to her. That was alright, at first. Sure, mommy and daddy is just protecting their little girl, okay, cut them some slack. But being in her seventeenth year and still being treated like a baby? Hold yer horses mom, pops. The kid’s gotta live every once in a while! But being a natural follower, she didn’t go against her parent’s bidding, not until recently when she finally got fed up with all the protection. After all, didn’t they say? “Too much of everything is bad.”
As for her attitude problems, well, this is the thing. Yes, she's a natural follower heck maybe even born submissive! But when it comes to her reasoning, following her code in life and in justice (which is well, pretty much screwed up), pretty much takes first priority. She's the kind of person that could look past one’s mistakes, faults or sins. If they have logical explanations and reasons for their action, she had no need to condemn them. She was understanding in all sorts of levels as thinking critically in order to shut out needless bantering and badgering is what she strives for when dilemmas rear its butt ugly head. Kiomi’s nice, but that doesn’t mean she’s not ready to fwap someone if that person really needs it. Sometimes a good knee to the groin does the trick when shutting people up and making them listen is involved.
When she’s not all this, she’s pretty normal. She’s not bubbly, but she does smile and she’s a bit childish. She’s not that angst even if she does have too much unwanted parental supervision to deal with along with her own life problems. She makes sure that her persona is close to calm except if someone really really pisses her off. Now there, we be having some problems, aye. Being a pacifist by nature, she would rather talk things over before proceeding to drastic measures. She believes that everything can be solved when proper arrangements are met, but sadly the world didn’t think the same. That’s why when nothing can be done, homemade pepper spray does one hell of a good job to get the point across, well that’s what she heard anyway. She would try it if there's a need, but right now, the can was staying right there in her little black bag.
With all these having been said, can you imagine her being shy? Because she is…Kiomi isn’t shy ALL the time though. There were occasions, as other would like to call it, when her streak of bashfulness showed. Weird physical advances and compliments usually did the trick. She's not used to them. She's a little modest.
But she is cynical as well. She had a hard time making friends and because she's sheltered most of her life, she doesn’t know how to trust a lot of people completely. A lingering thought of others having some kind of agenda always races in her mind.
Strengths
- Calm – When bad things happen all around, learning how to be calm in the given situation always proved to be helpful. She saw panicking as a way of showing guilt. Not only that, panicking does not help, instead it makes the situation worse. So, in order to keep things in order, being calm is on her to-do list.
- Critical – Before pointing fingers at people, she would rather hear each party’s side and from that, try to help and solve the problem. There was no use in putting the blame on someone who wasn’t at fault right? No one wants to get blamed for something they didn’t do. According to her, if perpetrators can’t even take responsibility, they should suck it and grow up.
- Understanding – Kiomi believes that this is the way to every person’s heart. There were people who needed a shoulder, so lending them one shouldn’t be a problem. They all have reasons for doing it. Some a little more stupid and grave than the rest, but hey, it’s still a reason right? Not a good one but still a reason.
- Honesty – As much as Kiomi has her own moments of mischievousness when there was a need for it, she did value honesty. Sometimes, she’s a bit too honest really. If she thinks the truth needs to be told then so be it. Either way, even if she lies, she’ll still get punished right?
Flaws
- Blunt – This is when the honesty goes over-board. This would be the source of her occasional potty mouthing as well. From time to time, she was just too straight forward for her own good. It would probably be beneficial if she learned to tone it down a bit.
- Hypocrisy – Kiomi, in her own right can be friendly. And if she becomes someone's friend, she'd be willing to lend a shoulder, an arm even and from time to time, money. But as much as she tells others to come to her if problems persist, she would never do something of the sort for herself. She might preach about a friend's value to her friends but she would never let them that close to her. She's the kind of person that does not follow some of her own principles despite wanting to see them being followed and understood by others.
- Rudeness – She may be calm, but she can be pretty rude when someone get's on her nerves. If her bluntness is paired of with her rarely seen temper, then she can storm up quite an insult. Sometimes she does this intentionally to scare a-holes away, but most of the time it's due to being provoked.
Drink? Of course. I’ll bring it to school, but you’ll never know.
Smoke? No thank you.
Drive? …into the wall? If you call that driving, why not?
Drugs? Curious, yes. Use it? I don’t think so.
Partying? Maybe…oh why not?
Family
- Zaiachi Mitsuhiko – Father – He works as a writer for one of the local newspaper firms here in Tokyo. He’s usually the calmer one. The person Kiomi got her calmness from.
- Zaiachi Nagi – Mother – She works as a movie actress. Pretty assertive too; she’s the more overprotective between the lovely pair.
Residence
And because mommy is a star, she lives in a nice and classy flat. A fifty square meter condo made for a bachelorette…like her! Bills are paid monthly by her parents. Fully furnished with a plush couch, nice velvety rug, Soft bed with equally fluffy pillows, not to mention an array of animal plushies makes up the furniture. Oh don’t forget the forty inch flat screen mounted on the wall, some gaming consoles and well, a fridge and it’s pretty much a little haven.
History
Nagi didn’t like actors. She never did and never will. Being an actress was a pain in the ass, but she liked to travel, going from one location to the next in order to fulfill a life that she found exciting. It might not be hers but she was happy to live it, even if the one who owned the lifestyle was a character that was born from ink and paper. It was a good job, but there were a lot of jerks in the industry. She didn’t like that. She didn’t like the directors trying to hit on her, nor did she like being paired with a matinee idol for cheesy kissing scenes and romance. But it was a good job all in all, and one that led her to met the man that literally swept her off her feet.
Mitsuhiko was a writer, a script writer at first. He had dreams of making in big in the entertainment industry, but directors and producers turned his work away. They were too serious…too logical, something that was not going to be bought by the audience. He wasn’t used to writing light genres…so, it was a pretty hard time for him. But that was when he met Nagi; at one of the local shooting locations in Tokyo, Nagi almost run him over with her car. The traffic person was not doing his job properly and Mitsu’s ignorance almost caused him his life. But that meeting would be the turning point of their lives. Nagi thought that he was an idiot at first, but after accidentally reading his work, began thinking differently (She praised his work like an excited kid). Then again, Mitsuhiko thought she was a stuck up bitch, but when she showed interest in his work, he thought differently (He got an ego boost, but he hid it well).
Long story short, the two after some time of getting to know each other, got engaged and then married; that resulted to the birth of their little jewel.
When your parents were well off with their work, it was only natural to be born in a house that was financially stable. Kiomi was born in such a house. Since her mother was an actress so the sparkle of glamour could not be taken away from their lifestyle that easily. And since her father was a writer, every detail of their living was given much attention. It was not annoying in the very least, in fact the young girl liked her environment. She had many toys, she had lots of snacks, she was well protected by mean looking bodyguards and she even had a nice butler of her own, what was there to ask for? A lot to be honest…
Maybe it was too much to ask for her parent’s time. Yes, they ARE over protective in a sense that the guards would not leave her alone. Her mother would not let her go out of the house without an escort, her father was insanely strict and gave her curfews, it was not fun. The girl realized that being the daughter of equally well off couples is annoying, let alone boring. It does not help that her parents had the habit of bickering from time to time. The jealous father would be envious of her mom’s male partners in movies. Her mom emphasized that it was just a job but the gossip media created was like a red flag being waved to a bull, in this case, her dad. It was pretty chaotic, and she hated it. But out of her respect for her parents she did the best that she could in order to abide by their rules. She went home before 8pm, she did her homework, Kiomi made sure that her grades never dropped below an eighty but it was still not enough. Heck they hardly even eat together. For meal time, she would eat with Mimiru, her butler. Yes, that’s what she called him. If the family was together, they’d eat together. They’d talk about work and school, but Kiomi would rather sit and talk with Mimiru whom she viewed as an older brother by now. Still she loved her parents dearly even if that was the case. But since they were always away, she didnt know how to express it to them.
Not everything was smooth sailing though. During the tender age of five, Kiomi unfortunately developed Arsonphobia commonly known as a fear of fire. Mimiru, her butler, would always be the reminder of this. When she was five years old, a little accident happened due to her mischievousness. She was a child after all, one cant help if she was curious about everything that she saw. And at that particular moment, she was like a moth...attracted to the flames of a candle. It was supposed to be a nice romantic dinner for the family but her parents were to come home a little late so Mimiru still had some time to prepare. While preparations were being made, Kiomi's recklessness had caused quite a mess. The dining are where she had been told to wait (because she didnt like being separated from Mimiru), was lit aflame after she had accidentally pushed one of the candelabras over the others creating a domino effect. The candles had been lit by then. Hearing a distress cry from the dining hall, Mimiru rushed in to see what had happened only to see the child surrounded with flames that were growing. Some of the servants were already preparing the fire extinguisher but if he waited for that, the child would be caught in the flames. In respect, he did his part to save the young lady which caused quite an ugly burn on his face. When the couple had arrived home, they saw the mess and demanded to know what had happened. What they was was the shock on their daughter's face, and almost half of their butler's, burnt. when the young girl snapped out of her trauma, she looked at Mimiru and saw the damage done. She felt a scream flee from her lips and from then on, that incident along with the flames that surrounded her became the basis of her phobia.
During her 13th year, she had become a bit more of a rebel. Her once long hair was trimmed short, giving her an almost boyish appearance, and her usually polite self became more brash and rude. She pretty much had it with this kind of lifestyle. The bodyguards were suffocating, Mimiru was not getting any younger, her grades were dropping, and so was her personality. Kiomi began to hang out with the bad crowd, but unlike some, she never really got into smoking or doing drugs. One of the more persistent vices that she has come to accept is her drinking. She found it relaxing and it eases her mind’s worries away, basically she thought alcohol was her friend. And basically her parents couldn’t talk her out of it. Being in such a crowd was bad for mama’s reputation and was equally bad for papa’s credibility. They had to at least do something about her. Their butler thank god was the only person that Kiomi listens to. And so they come to this agreement:
In exchange for good behavior, Kiomi is to be given the liberty of choosing her living conditions, one that dictates living alone while she continues her schooling.
If someone should go with her, it would be the butler but only for a limited time. Mizuno Miruboshi will tend to anything that relates to cooking due to Zaiachi Kiomi's fire phobia.
The parents CANNOT visit her if she does not want them too.
In exchange for allowance, she’ll return to getting good grades.
Family will meet twice a month, but that’s it.
NO BODYGUARDS.
If someone should go with her, it would be the butler but only for a limited time. Mizuno Miruboshi will tend to anything that relates to cooking due to Zaiachi Kiomi's fire phobia.
The parents CANNOT visit her if she does not want them too.
In exchange for allowance, she’ll return to getting good grades.
Family will meet twice a month, but that’s it.
NO BODYGUARDS.
Without any real choice, Nagi and Mitsuhiko would agree to their daughter’s demands. But they did at least ask her if they could provide her with a fully furnished home while she was away from them. Naturally, out of her understanding for them as her parents, she agreed.
At school, she is not surprised when people ask about her mom. She just avoids the question all together. She doesnt like being in the limelight, let alone telling people about herself without a real reason. She doesn’t find the need to boast and simply wants to live her life to the fullest. While she is immersed with her studies, she easily got her grades back, not to mention a steady group of friends whom she can relate to. They were, again, the not so good crowd. But this isn’t such a bad thing for her. Rebellion meant freedom, and she was thankful for learning all about it. She does have to admit, she misses her parents from time to time. Then again this time, they made sure to never miss that time of the month when they were allowed to see her.
Currently at her 17th year of age, she seems to be coping well with the semi-independent life. Mimiru went over everyday to cook. If not everyday, he makes sure that the kid has something to stuff inside the microwave. School isnt exactly her favorite place but it isnt so bad either since there are a lot of interesting individuals there. She denies being related to her mother but no one believes her because of the striking similarities, especially when it comes to physical attributes. And well, highschool really does one hell of a confusion on her. Regarding those interesting characters, she isnt exactly sure where to stand. Good people were, as always, good people and easy to talk too. Snobs were snobs. And delinquents arent such bad people, she was one before after all. Right now she simply stands on neutral ground until she can find a place with them to call her own.
No big surprise
[/color][/size]{Will you be here when I wake up? Or will you fly back to the moon?}[/font][/center][/color]
What makes your character?
Well, I’ve been RPing for quite some time now. Roughly eight years if I remember correctly. I’ve RPed an assortment of Naruto characters…all of whom which seems to be dead except for Sakura. I put my own personal touch into the character and do my best to walk in their shoes…sometimes a little too much internalization even. Plus...I'm friendly and only bite when you tell me too~ <3
Role Play Sample
As much as she liked to admit that she enjoyed what she did with the power source, the humidity was indeed setting in. The small talks that each person was having with their fellow classmates and schoolmates contributed to the heat that was now building up inside the auditorium. God why can’t people just shut the hell up? Had that Public Announcement System (PAS) not blurted out such loud and annoying things, this whole electric blackout wouldn’t have happened. Alright, deep down inside she admits that she went a LITTLE overboard, but it did get quieter after. Although compared to this, where everyone was loud and sticky because of sweat, she kind of wished she hadn’t done something so reckless. This whole assembly seemed to be a waste of time, but then again there were no big regrets. She did enjoy mutilating the control panel of the electricity room. And inwardly, without losing her calm and almost innocent composure, she laughed.
Her eyes traveled from one student to another, noting if there were any familiar faces around. There were a couple of them although she really couldn’t pinpoint the names. She could only recognize a spiky haired blonde, the one that always seemed to get in trouble. There was also that annoying and arrogant looking guy whose hair resembled a duck’s butt. Duck butt…pfff~ Kiomi tried to keep her thoughts to herself, but couldn’t help but giggle a little. Yes, she did have her rude inner moments. Ah, how much she cherished it. There was also a blond there too…someone who seemed to belong to another school. Their uniform was different from theirs…it seemed to resemble…hmn, what was that school again? Ah! She couldn’t remember. Yeah, but she was sure that it was the one that she couldn’t remember. A fierce looking strawberry top with green eyes stood there quietly and looked pretty serious compared to the rest. The famed Hyuuga’s were also there. The female one being too shy and bashful for her own good according to the floating rumors and the male one who seemed to have a superiority complex, according to the others who gossiped about him. Mostly, they were females…as expected from someone who had both looks and brains…not to mention a healthy amount of wit. Before she could scrutinize more of the people she could recognize, everything fell silent. Dull grayish-silver eyes glanced at the cause.
Oh of course, it’s that loudmouth principal.She mused to herself as she remained silent. It was amazing how people could command such respect, but in her mind she always wondered if these things were real. Something like respect and loyalty to someone, what made them promise such things? Well, she had a person that she was loyal to, but...well that was a different case. This woman though, despite her freakishly scary aura (which she found humorous at times) was amazing. To think she could command the presence of all these students was really something. And for one, she could get them to shut up with just her footsteps. That definitely says something.
When she began her speech though, she felt herself scoff a moment, but because she was at the back, she was hardly noticeable. After scoffing though she felt a smirk come to her face. How cute, so her handy work did do some sort of damage to the place. It was not like she wanted to damage anything, but really had the PAS been a bit more silent, things wouldn’t have gone too far. Either way what’s done could not be reversed anymore. They’ll just have to find out who did it. Actually, Kiomi also wanted to see if anyone could find out. If it the dogs could…well, kudos for the dogs. If it was someone who was actually human, she’d probably find some form of miniscule respect for that person. Admiration even; and the more drastic thing that she could do is to stalk the hell out of the man or woman. That would be fun…if being locked up was not part of the game plan. But yeah, she wanted to see how good these people were. Maybe, just maybe if they caught her, she’d commend them after giving her a viable explanation as to why they pinpointed her. If it was just scent, anyone could be wearing the same scent right? Either way if that was not the case, she wanted to see if anyone could figure her out. Getting in trouble had its merits. It may not be something good in the eyes of people, but the thrill and enjoyment of doing it was priceless.
Well, let’s see what you’ve got Ms. Principal.[/i]
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