Post by Hitome on Apr 20, 2007 19:13:26 GMT -5
Name: Hitome Jouka
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Year: First Year
Current Location: Host club... I guess 0.o
Physical Appearance: Thin, beautiful, with sad eyes. Her orbs are a dark purple, and are very large. Her hair often falls in front of her face, and is tinted a deep, dark purple. It usually appears as more of a black, though, and falls a bit below her shoulders. She doesn't do much with it, but once or twice she's put it up or placed a bow in it. Her entire body is tall and thin. Her smile never shows her teeth, unless she finds something really funny, or is extremely happy. So she often appears a bit sad, the thin lips curving gently.
Favorite Subject: Art
Club: none... yet
Personality: Quiet and reserved, she doesn't have many friends. Most people don't even realize she exists. She spends most of her time in a corner drawing in her art book or writing in a notebook. Inside of her head, though, there are thousands or thoughts bouncing around. Most of them are very random, and most of them have to do with one of her stories. She often imagines herself in one of her own creations, or even in one of her favorite books, and enjoys spending long hours simply daydreaming outside. In her heart she has a burning desire to find someone to love, someone who likes the same things she does, and someone who would stick by her side.
History: Hitome comes from a large, rich family, of course. She has seven other sisters, all of whom go to the same school as her. She is the middle child, with three older sisters, and four younger sisters. Her sisters are very different then her, though, enjoying more girly things and spending most of their time shopping.
The younger children are the daughters are actually half-sisters, since Hitome's mother died when Hitome was 6. After her mothers death, Hitome became a very quiet girl, and took to spending most of her time in her room.
the new mother got along fine with the older daughters, but couldn't stand the quiet, and often disobedient young Hitome. It was Hitome's step-mother's decision to send Hitome to Ouran, hopping that the school would teach how to behave and be more social. It hasn't worked yet.
Sample RP:
I smiled, bitting the end of my pencil thoughtfully as I peered down at the paper. I could see the image in my mind, the fine curves, the soft shading. I could see him my mind, the long scars running down his back, that smile that said "do I have to do this?". I narrowed my eyes, starting on the picture. I dug my pencil the paper, doing a few strands of hair, and arm, an eye.
Half an hour later I lay down my pencil, lifting up the drawing pad to the light. It sucked. At least, I thought it sucked, and that's all that mattered. Nine years and you think I'd be able to draw decent man.
Sighing, I put down the drawing pad, leaning back in my chair and glancing out the window. I wished that I had someone to show me how to draw my character, how to portray them the way I wanted. But I didn't, and with another sigh, I picked up my notebook and lost myself in my world again.
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Year: First Year
Current Location: Host club... I guess 0.o
Physical Appearance: Thin, beautiful, with sad eyes. Her orbs are a dark purple, and are very large. Her hair often falls in front of her face, and is tinted a deep, dark purple. It usually appears as more of a black, though, and falls a bit below her shoulders. She doesn't do much with it, but once or twice she's put it up or placed a bow in it. Her entire body is tall and thin. Her smile never shows her teeth, unless she finds something really funny, or is extremely happy. So she often appears a bit sad, the thin lips curving gently.
Favorite Subject: Art
Club: none... yet
Personality: Quiet and reserved, she doesn't have many friends. Most people don't even realize she exists. She spends most of her time in a corner drawing in her art book or writing in a notebook. Inside of her head, though, there are thousands or thoughts bouncing around. Most of them are very random, and most of them have to do with one of her stories. She often imagines herself in one of her own creations, or even in one of her favorite books, and enjoys spending long hours simply daydreaming outside. In her heart she has a burning desire to find someone to love, someone who likes the same things she does, and someone who would stick by her side.
History: Hitome comes from a large, rich family, of course. She has seven other sisters, all of whom go to the same school as her. She is the middle child, with three older sisters, and four younger sisters. Her sisters are very different then her, though, enjoying more girly things and spending most of their time shopping.
The younger children are the daughters are actually half-sisters, since Hitome's mother died when Hitome was 6. After her mothers death, Hitome became a very quiet girl, and took to spending most of her time in her room.
the new mother got along fine with the older daughters, but couldn't stand the quiet, and often disobedient young Hitome. It was Hitome's step-mother's decision to send Hitome to Ouran, hopping that the school would teach how to behave and be more social. It hasn't worked yet.
Sample RP:
I smiled, bitting the end of my pencil thoughtfully as I peered down at the paper. I could see the image in my mind, the fine curves, the soft shading. I could see him my mind, the long scars running down his back, that smile that said "do I have to do this?". I narrowed my eyes, starting on the picture. I dug my pencil the paper, doing a few strands of hair, and arm, an eye.
Half an hour later I lay down my pencil, lifting up the drawing pad to the light. It sucked. At least, I thought it sucked, and that's all that mattered. Nine years and you think I'd be able to draw decent man.
Sighing, I put down the drawing pad, leaning back in my chair and glancing out the window. I wished that I had someone to show me how to draw my character, how to portray them the way I wanted. But I didn't, and with another sigh, I picked up my notebook and lost myself in my world again.