Post by Melanie Ross on Oct 20, 2014 20:55:53 GMT -8
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Kyoko Mitsuki
Also Known As: Kyoko-kun
Age: Thirteen, June 8, 2001
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 110 lbs.
Blood Type: AB-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Uninterested
Eye Color: Dark Green
Hair: Blonde, high pig tails long enough to drop past shoulders.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Talking to DeShave, looking for her mom
Talents: Artistic, hiding, green thumb
Favorite things: making things with DeShave, Mom’s Locket she left
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.:
Mental Information
Personality: Hopeful, Friendly, bad with autority
Mentality: schitsophrania (DeShave) “She told me to draw this, she told me she is coming for you. You should run.”
Ideal: “To get what is rightfully mine”
Belief: Currently none
Physical Information
Build: Athletic
Defining Marks: cuts on inside of hands
Description: Must be at least 250 words. An image is optional but not necessary.
Standing five foot two and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds, Kyoko Mitsuki was a sight to behold. Her long blond hair ran curling past her shoulders in pink tails. Her features were not that of a woman, nor a girl. She was caught half way in between childhood and adulthood. Her nose was short and small, like a button or a gum drop. Her eyes were a lovely dark emerald green, her favorite color. She had light freckles over her high cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her lips would be parted as if she were about to utter a curse or sing a praise. Soft and plump as they were they would crack at the edges from nervously chewing. Her lips were always a light pink, the same as her natural blush on her cheeks. Her eye brows would always be furrowed as if she were in constant concentration. Kyoko’s face was heart shaped and rounded at the sides .Her chin was always tucked neatly under her plump lips, carefully hidden but never lost. She wore a light blue shirt and black leather pants with a matching black leather jacket and fingerless gloves. On her gloves would be meticulously placed thorned rose vines across her knuckles. On the thigh of one pant leg and on the shin of the other leg would be three engraved roses. On the back pockets of her pants would be red rose buds, these could also be seen on the backs of her gloves. On the back of her jacket would be one dozen full bloomed red roses surrounded by a wreath of thorned vines and leaves. A single red rose bud would be placed a top each pink tail. She would also be wearing three inch heeled black leather boots with red souls. A green thorned border of vines and leaves would surround the top of the boot.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
Shirts:
Pants:
Shoes:
Misc:
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: plant manipulation
Years Practiced: 8 years
Description of style: Must be one paragraph. You may add links to info but you must put a summary here.
History Information
History: My mom left when I was eight. Aunt Moriko took care of me until I was twelve. If you can call that taking care of me, she left me too. Everyone leaves me eventually I guess they don’t like DeShave, she is really the only one who cares about me. She will never leave me. She promised. She says that one day I will live in a real home with a real family. They will love me and won’t turn me away when I show then DeShave.
My name is Kyoko Mistuki I am thirteen years old. My aunt Moriko left a year ago, so it has been just me and DeShave for the past year or so. Aunt Moriko used to tell me about my mom. She was tall, thin and beautiful. Dark brown hair, big green eyes like mine and a smile to die for. I keep a picture of her so I can remember what she looks like. I don’t know why she left. Aunt Moriko said it was to keep me safe. Whatever. I don’t need anybody. They all run from me anyway. Apparently they don’t like my “gift.”
I have had this reoccurring dream for the past year or so. It almost feels like a memory but DeShave says it’s not real just a figment of my imagination: When it starts, I am standing in the kitchen and Aunt Moriko is making dinner.
“Is dinner ready yet?” I ask.
“No, it is almost done. Go play outside sweetie. I will call you when dinner is ready.” Aunt Sasaki says smiling at me.
I look down, wondering. “Where is my mom? Why isn’t she home yet?”
Aunt Moriko stops stirring and looks at me. I am wearing one of the necklaces mom left in her room. I star at the locket as I fiddle with the clasp. My eyes start tearing up as I throw it down. Aunt Moriko freezes.
“WHERE IS MY MOM?!” The plants behind me begin to grow. “WHY IS SHE STILL GONE?” I scream through my tears. “TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!”
The plants stretch their thorn covered fingers toward her. We will make her tell you. The plants whisper to me. We are DeShave. We will make her talk. She knows where your mom is. We will help you find her. She WILL tell us or she will die.
“No!” I scream at the plants. “You can’t hurt her. She didn’t do anything wrong.” I grab at DeShave, the thorns tear into my flesh. I cry out as the pain increases.
As I try to tell DeShave not to hurt Aunt Moriko, she moves toward the door. I don’t see her move; I am trying to keep the plants away from her. Aunt Moriko doesn’t see how close she is to the stove and knocks off a pan that smashes to the floor.
Everything starts moving in slow motion. The water that was in the pan splashes on my leg, I scream. Aunt Moriko starts toward me to help. The plants go after her, oblivious that it was an accident. To them, it was done on purpose. As DeShave gets to her, aunt Moriko screams. She surrounds her as a vine knocks me to the side. I fall down, unconscious.
And then I wake up. I don’t remember what happens next. All I know is that I think I stopped the DeShave. But they must have scared her too much. Maybe that’s why aunt Moriko left. I wish I could find her to tell her I am sorry. DeShave thought she hurt me on purpose. She always scares people away. I wish she wasn’t a part of me. Sometimes I wish she would just go away. But she always keeps me safe and I never get lonely. Maybe the next family will let me stay.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Forests
Roommates: DeShave
Stats:
Strength: 13
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 15
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: This is located in the rules section of the board. You cannot be approved without it. This proves you have read and understand the rules, and are responsible for your actions on this board and its consequences.
No I don’t want to dance with the cookie.
Name: Kyoko Mitsuki
Also Known As: Kyoko-kun
Age: Thirteen, June 8, 2001
Height: 5’2”
Weight: 110 lbs.
Blood Type: AB-
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Uninterested
Eye Color: Dark Green
Hair: Blonde, high pig tails long enough to drop past shoulders.
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Talking to DeShave, looking for her mom
Talents: Artistic, hiding, green thumb
Favorite things: making things with DeShave, Mom’s Locket she left
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.:
Mental Information
Personality: Hopeful, Friendly, bad with autority
Mentality: schitsophrania (DeShave) “She told me to draw this, she told me she is coming for you. You should run.”
Ideal: “To get what is rightfully mine”
Belief: Currently none
Physical Information
Build: Athletic
Defining Marks: cuts on inside of hands
Description: Must be at least 250 words. An image is optional but not necessary.
Standing five foot two and weighing only one hundred and ten pounds, Kyoko Mitsuki was a sight to behold. Her long blond hair ran curling past her shoulders in pink tails. Her features were not that of a woman, nor a girl. She was caught half way in between childhood and adulthood. Her nose was short and small, like a button or a gum drop. Her eyes were a lovely dark emerald green, her favorite color. She had light freckles over her high cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her lips would be parted as if she were about to utter a curse or sing a praise. Soft and plump as they were they would crack at the edges from nervously chewing. Her lips were always a light pink, the same as her natural blush on her cheeks. Her eye brows would always be furrowed as if she were in constant concentration. Kyoko’s face was heart shaped and rounded at the sides .Her chin was always tucked neatly under her plump lips, carefully hidden but never lost. She wore a light blue shirt and black leather pants with a matching black leather jacket and fingerless gloves. On her gloves would be meticulously placed thorned rose vines across her knuckles. On the thigh of one pant leg and on the shin of the other leg would be three engraved roses. On the back pockets of her pants would be red rose buds, these could also be seen on the backs of her gloves. On the back of her jacket would be one dozen full bloomed red roses surrounded by a wreath of thorned vines and leaves. A single red rose bud would be placed a top each pink tail. She would also be wearing three inch heeled black leather boots with red souls. A green thorned border of vines and leaves would surround the top of the boot.
Apparel Information
Head Gear:
Shirts:
Pants:
Shoes:
Misc:
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: plant manipulation
Years Practiced: 8 years
Description of style: Must be one paragraph. You may add links to info but you must put a summary here.
History Information
History: My mom left when I was eight. Aunt Moriko took care of me until I was twelve. If you can call that taking care of me, she left me too. Everyone leaves me eventually I guess they don’t like DeShave, she is really the only one who cares about me. She will never leave me. She promised. She says that one day I will live in a real home with a real family. They will love me and won’t turn me away when I show then DeShave.
My name is Kyoko Mistuki I am thirteen years old. My aunt Moriko left a year ago, so it has been just me and DeShave for the past year or so. Aunt Moriko used to tell me about my mom. She was tall, thin and beautiful. Dark brown hair, big green eyes like mine and a smile to die for. I keep a picture of her so I can remember what she looks like. I don’t know why she left. Aunt Moriko said it was to keep me safe. Whatever. I don’t need anybody. They all run from me anyway. Apparently they don’t like my “gift.”
I have had this reoccurring dream for the past year or so. It almost feels like a memory but DeShave says it’s not real just a figment of my imagination: When it starts, I am standing in the kitchen and Aunt Moriko is making dinner.
“Is dinner ready yet?” I ask.
“No, it is almost done. Go play outside sweetie. I will call you when dinner is ready.” Aunt Sasaki says smiling at me.
I look down, wondering. “Where is my mom? Why isn’t she home yet?”
Aunt Moriko stops stirring and looks at me. I am wearing one of the necklaces mom left in her room. I star at the locket as I fiddle with the clasp. My eyes start tearing up as I throw it down. Aunt Moriko freezes.
“WHERE IS MY MOM?!” The plants behind me begin to grow. “WHY IS SHE STILL GONE?” I scream through my tears. “TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!”
The plants stretch their thorn covered fingers toward her. We will make her tell you. The plants whisper to me. We are DeShave. We will make her talk. She knows where your mom is. We will help you find her. She WILL tell us or she will die.
“No!” I scream at the plants. “You can’t hurt her. She didn’t do anything wrong.” I grab at DeShave, the thorns tear into my flesh. I cry out as the pain increases.
As I try to tell DeShave not to hurt Aunt Moriko, she moves toward the door. I don’t see her move; I am trying to keep the plants away from her. Aunt Moriko doesn’t see how close she is to the stove and knocks off a pan that smashes to the floor.
Everything starts moving in slow motion. The water that was in the pan splashes on my leg, I scream. Aunt Moriko starts toward me to help. The plants go after her, oblivious that it was an accident. To them, it was done on purpose. As DeShave gets to her, aunt Moriko screams. She surrounds her as a vine knocks me to the side. I fall down, unconscious.
And then I wake up. I don’t remember what happens next. All I know is that I think I stopped the DeShave. But they must have scared her too much. Maybe that’s why aunt Moriko left. I wish I could find her to tell her I am sorry. DeShave thought she hurt me on purpose. She always scares people away. I wish she wasn’t a part of me. Sometimes I wish she would just go away. But she always keeps me safe and I never get lonely. Maybe the next family will let me stay.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Forests
Roommates: DeShave
Stats:
Strength: 13
Dexterity: 17
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 15
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: This is located in the rules section of the board. You cannot be approved without it. This proves you have read and understand the rules, and are responsible for your actions on this board and its consequences.
No I don’t want to dance with the cookie.
