Post by wolfie on Mar 31, 2009 21:38:34 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?: Wolfie
Are you over the age of 13?: Yes
Have you read and understood all the rules?: Yes
In Character
Name:
Ayame Melanie
Age:
19
Gender:
Female
Species:
Gifted
Special Power:
Elemental
Father:
Unknown
Mother:
Alice Melanie
Sibling/s:
Two Younger step-siblings.
Partner:
n/a
Appearance:
Ayame has soft deep green eyes. They have a vague blue tint to them, though. Ayame has blue colored hair, although if you don't look closely it will seem black. Her bangs go a bit past her eyes in front, and grow longer to the sides. Her dark hair is a bit longer than her shoulders. Most of the time she wears her hair down. When she wears it up it is with a chop-stick or a pony-tail. Ayame has pale skin, though the color to it is still there (Doesn't get outside too much, at daytime anyways). She doesn't really wear any make-up, when she does its eye-liner beneath her eyes and maybe some dark eyeshadow.
Her outfits consist more of dark clothes, long-sleeved shirts are preferred. She doesn't like to show that much skin, so no matter the season she will have layers of clothes on. Ayame wears T-shirts, and long-sleeved shirts in dark colors, mainly black or dark gray. Her jeans are long and torn up at the bottom most of the time. Sometimes she rips out the knee in them, however that is mostly from falling down. Layering is something Ayame commonly does, she may wear a plain long-sleeved shirt with a decorative short sleeved shirt. If she's just wearing a long-sleeved or a t-shirt she may be found with a jacket or hoodie worn over it. Her jacket is black with white in the hood, and her hoodie is gray with lightening bolt patterns on the side. For shoes, Ayame will either wear worn out converses or heavy boots.
Animal Form and Appearance:
n/a
100 high x 50 wide px Avatar Image of your character:working on it may take awhile though.
No bigger than 300 high x 530 wide px Signature Image:Looking for one, may take awhile though
Personality:
When you first meet her, the conversation, will be strained, her shyness gets the better of her toward people she just met. Ayame is very reserved, keeping most things to herself. Especially her feelings. She is depressed easily, Ayame seems to be more judgmental upon herself than anyone else. While she pretends not to be bothered by the opinions and words of others, deep down Ayame is sensitive at heart. She rarely complains to anyone, about anything. When she does Ayame will feel bad about it, and end up apologizing. Ayame tends to put other people before herself allot. She is kind-hearted deep down, but doesn’t offer her assistance for free; all of her actions are made with the intention of being rewarded in some way. Ayame isn’t loudly-spoken but won’t allow others to push her around all the time either. There is a sense of pain and sadness that is almost constant within Ayame's gaze, without her even realizing it. A bit distant from the world around her, she easily loses track, of time and day, even whatever she was just doing. If anything she has to be forgetful, being easily distracted by other things.
Thoughtful and careful, Ayame hates to make permanent decisions on her own, fearing the consciences. Commitment is something she despises, since she is afraid to break a promise, or upset another. Ayame prefers others to make choices for her, even though she knows it is her choice and no one else's. Seeming very apathetic, Ayame holds onto nothing because there isn't anything that means anything to her. Ayame is fiercely loyal, she refuses to betray anyone close to her. Ayame determined to the point of being stubborn at times, doing her best to keep a promise she has made. Her humor is odd, almost always laughing at her own pain, and even some lighter things can make her laugh in the right mood.
A klutz at times she trips allot, even running into things, if she isn't careful. Her creativity escapes her sometimes, allowing her to imagine anything, which isn't too helpful when trying to remember anything. Whenever Ayame gets the time, she tends to day dream, thinking of anything or nothing. Sometimes she even writes stuff down, as if she were planning to write a book, but has never actually finished one. Because of her imagination, she is random, saying the oddest things at any given moment. Ayame is unpredictable, one moment you'd think she'd be sad and the next she is happy, or one moment she may seem mad, the next she is perfectly fine. Her confusing ways, can become understandable if you'd get to know her, but not that many people stick around anymore.
Strengths:Friends, Creativity, Randomness
Weaknesses: Friends, Loneliness, Disappointing someone, Keeping a promise
Mental Health: Unstable (not too bad, on the borderline)
Likes:Drawing, Writing, Nighttime, Running, Rain
Dislikes:Blinding Lights, Summer, Being Clumsy, Insects, Family
Past:
Her childhood, is but a blur to her, only bits and pieces come to her mind. Ayame lived with her mother, though most of her memories are of herself, playing alone mostly. A few times she remembers someone close to her age playing with her, though it never seemed to last. A while after her birth, her mother said that her father left, and that was it. He had just left and nothing more to it. Ayame didn't care though, she was fine with life as it is. Though, nothing seemed to last very long. By the times she was eight, her powers of course had came to be at three, and now she was fairly use to them. However when she would get mad or upset it seemed she would lose her focus on them.
Her mom, seemed to be gone alot, or at least from how she noticed. Since most of the time Ayame was in her room, reading, drawing, writing, or day dreaming. Ayame was used to being alone, never knowing what it was like to be surrounded with friends or family. The only family she had was her mom, and the kids who lived around her were barely friends. Being locked up in her practically empty room, Ayame would sometimes watch outside, though their wasn't anything to intriguing. Though sometimes, she would see kids like playing, or other grown-ups walking around. What was her mom keeping her from?
It was a nice after-noon, and all seemed perfectly fine, Ayame was drawing some random pictures in her notebook, and her mom made some diner. Though there was a day where they had a guest, it was unusual for them to have one. After asking her mother constantly, after the man left. She learned it was her father, and she had spent her time watching from afar, in the safety of her room, being too shy. She presumed he wasn't of the same spices, there was something different about him. Though that was the last time she had seen him. A few years later, her mom planned to be remarried, and from there her life became worse.
Whenever she had a date Ayame would stay in her room. Eventually her mom wanted to get married. On that day Ayame stayed with her Great Aunt, it was better than watching the wedding happen. Of all the men her mom dated he was the worst. Slowly she began to really understand other emotions. Losing her sense of care over time. He had been mean from the beginning, bu her mother only cared for what she wanted, and nothing more. She was moved away from her family, and in that hated town, she was able to make her first friend. This girl would never shut up. The first day of school, the only thing she had heard was that girl running her mouth non-stop. It was a unspoken friendship. Together they grew up, Ayame moving throughout the school year, in and out of town, always coming back to the place she hated.
By the time she was thirteen, she had lost herself, having trouble to be truly happy. Having gained younger siblings, that she did not care for. They were annoyances, she hated them, and their father. Ayame, still had her first friend and gained a few more. They hung out together, but slowly she was being replaced, and even Ayame could feel it. She was no longer able to stay where she was unwanted, and fell even more depressed. It only made things worse, having once been alone and happy, now with other people and miserable. Her family were rarely seen, and Ayame barely existed. Her mother always said she would chose her over him, though every time she kept running back. Hope something long forgotten, now living mindlessly. It seemed all she was good for was watching the children, and cleaning. Ayame only took a few more years of it before she left for the common city, where maybe there she could be a bit happier. After all, she could take care of herself.
Sample Post:
RINNNGGGG!!!!!!! RINNNNGGG!!!!
The school bells went off once again, signaling the students to go to the next class. it was almost lunch, where every one would get a little more exited. In one class room, most students slept, the idiot teacher was half-blind so why not? One particular student, glaring at the bell, in the front of the class. She sat there a few more minutes head propped up on the math book, that should of been opened to page 458, however this was the class she slept in the most.
"Ugh, I'm going to come here one day, and screw up the electrical wiring so bad, that those BELLS will NEVER ring AGAIN!!!" Ryoichi growled cruelly, picking up her messenger bag by the strap, dragging it along behind her.
"To think, I was finally asleep, it is hard to sleep with that annoying teacher's voice going off all the time."
As Ryo exited the class room, she had barely missed the next group. They would trample her to get in, most of the time. I really don't get there rush, I mean unless the hall-ways are too crowed or they want to get ready to snooze? Ryo thought making her way to the next class, this would be fun. Even though Ryoichi had a top grade in the class the teacher still gave her a hard time, today she had had enough.
"RYOICHI!!" Screeched the teacher
Here we go In her mind she rolled her eyes, now stopping to turn to the teacher, "Yes?"
"Your Late!" The Science teacher shouted pointing at the bell.
Following the finger she watched the bell vibrate as the ringing went off. "Well, how convenient for you to have wasted my time. I could have easily made it to my seat."
The teacher glared and opened her mouth to talk, however Ryo interrupted, "Yeah, yeah I know, outside "So I may have a SERIOUS conversation with you, in PRIVATE!" I'm going." Ryo mouthed, imitating the teachers voice and what she would usually say.
Making her way out, she smiled, this was one of the few teachers who had the chalkboard. Pausing beside it, Ryo saw most kids had already covered their ears. Looking over to the teacher, Ryo scraped the board slowly, and in effect to her scarping it, the board gave off the ear-splitting screech. "Well, I say that was fun how about you?"
Ryo dropped her books, and placed her bag over her head, and left the class room. Slowly she went toward the courtyard. her locker was over there and she want to put her bag up, even though it rarely left her side. Opening her locker, there was posters of bands, and manga, and books, and her beloved MP3 she had just got it. Grabbing it Ryo looked around before, tossing h bag into the virtually empty locker, she slammed the door shut and made her way around the halls. There was few options of where to go during school, so the halls would do for now. If she had any luck Ryo may meet someone else to talk to.
The school bells went off once again, signaling the students to go to the next class. it was almost lunch, where every one would get a little more exited. In one class room, most students slept, the idiot teacher was half-blind so why not? One particular student, glaring at the bell, in the front of the class. She sat there a few more minutes head propped up on the math book, that should of been opened to page 458, however this was the class she slept in the most.
"Ugh, I'm going to come here one day, and screw up the electrical wiring so bad, that those BELLS will NEVER ring AGAIN!!!" Ryoichi growled cruelly, picking up her messenger bag by the strap, dragging it along behind her.
"To think, I was finally asleep, it is hard to sleep with that annoying teacher's voice going off all the time."
As Ryo exited the class room, she had barely missed the next group. They would trample her to get in, most of the time. I really don't get there rush, I mean unless the hall-ways are too crowed or they want to get ready to snooze? Ryo thought making her way to the next class, this would be fun. Even though Ryoichi had a top grade in the class the teacher still gave her a hard time, today she had had enough.
"RYOICHI!!" Screeched the teacher
Here we go In her mind she rolled her eyes, now stopping to turn to the teacher, "Yes?"
"Your Late!" The Science teacher shouted pointing at the bell.
Following the finger she watched the bell vibrate as the ringing went off. "Well, how convenient for you to have wasted my time. I could have easily made it to my seat."
The teacher glared and opened her mouth to talk, however Ryo interrupted, "Yeah, yeah I know, outside "So I may have a SERIOUS conversation with you, in PRIVATE!" I'm going." Ryo mouthed, imitating the teachers voice and what she would usually say.
Making her way out, she smiled, this was one of the few teachers who had the chalkboard. Pausing beside it, Ryo saw most kids had already covered their ears. Looking over to the teacher, Ryo scraped the board slowly, and in effect to her scarping it, the board gave off the ear-splitting screech. "Well, I say that was fun how about you?"
Ryo dropped her books, and placed her bag over her head, and left the class room. Slowly she went toward the courtyard. her locker was over there and she want to put her bag up, even though it rarely left her side. Opening her locker, there was posters of bands, and manga, and books, and her beloved MP3 she had just got it. Grabbing it Ryo looked around before, tossing h bag into the virtually empty locker, she slammed the door shut and made her way around the halls. There was few options of where to go during school, so the halls would do for now. If she had any luck Ryo may meet someone else to talk to.