Post by kaycee on Oct 8, 2008 17:58:54 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Jun Misora
Nickname: Jun
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: June 26
Place of Birth:Montana, United States of America.
Ethnicity: English, but moved to Japan 8 years ago.
Sexual Preference: Straight.
Relatives: Her Step-father.
Affiliation: Light Emybro I guess.
Grade: Freshman
Appearance
She holds a seemingly delicate frame, her long dangling arms always seem to be close to her side and her long limbs hold her high. Her sculpted body seem small, slight and light as a feather. Jun seems to appear delicate and fragile, but she is truly strong with swift long delicatable legs, and cunning with a well molded mind. Her amber lips speak slowly and quietly, always thinking with great thought of what to say. Jun fools any person to believing she was nothing but a young, scared former-American student.
Personality:
To describe Jun in one word: Complex.
There is nothing about her that is simple. She is truly, and forever will be, a nerdy little school girl. Few who have been able to scratch their way under her skin, none to get close enough to depict her inner self. She has always been cut off from most of the world, not really on the same frequency as the rest. Maybe because of the way her mind worked? Or was it just because she was afraid?
But there are times when Jun is compassionate, caring for each and ever person that crosses her path. The young girl would throw herself in front of a car to save her worst enemy at school. She just would not--could not-- let another person die when innocent. But there are also other times, when she can go beyond help of calming. She will kill, without mercy; if given the correct reason, which is very rare. Jun is not a killer, and that is something she would stay true to.
Another side to the strange girl is her imaginative nature. She is very shy, nerdy, worthless to everyone she knows. But her dream, is to be the center of attention. To never be left out, and always able to sneak out to party. She always sees things differently than most humans, and somehow, this always seems to take her down a lonely, harsh road.
But she can also be very funny, with a wonderful sense of humor. She loves to laugh and smile... and especially have fun. She can be very vicarious, always up for a challenge. She loves to have friends, but most don't understand her, so she usually keeps to herself, cutting her true self away from others.
Eye Color:
Her stunning gaze holds the vibrant color of amber, shaped perfectly as they rest, embedded within her sculpted and delicate face. Her soft gaze is always curious, caressing each one they set upon; but there is something about her oh so intense gaze that is complex. Her eyes could go on for miles and miles, and find nothing to hint at her true feelings.
Hair Color:
Her golden Blondie locks seems to be unusual, with is silky appearance and always glowing a glossy, gold sheen. They flow down to her shoulders, but they always are up in bows, unless she is exposing her true-self. Which she never has before.
Height: 5 ft 3 in
Weight: 112 lbs.
Miscellaneous Information
Her Chara- Emiko
Emiko is very hyper, very outgoing, and falls inlove with every cute boy she sees. Three things Jun is clearly not, and doesn't do. Emiko sometimes gets out of control, and talks Jun into going to parties, or sneaking out, or watching shows she shouldn't be watching.
History: {Must be at least two paragraphs.}
Jun hates talking about her past; nothing is happy about it.
The earliest memory Jun possesses is when she was 6 years old. Her mother was strict, mean, and drunk almost all the time. Her step-father was Japanese, and was always complaining about America. Back then, Jun was Jessica Harper, a young kindergartner and always hyper and excited and happy. Intel that one night, the night her mother, ran away. Rain was lashing, lightning stabbing at the sky, the clouds roiling as thunder clapped. Jun blindly watched through fogged up window, the sheets of rain, banged and rattled against the roof of the attic. She had no memory as to why she was up there, in the first place, but something bad had happened. Her only one memory of her mother, all dressed up in a suit, with a suitcase, running toward a car. Her mother didn't even take a look at Jun, as the car zoomed away as fast as possible. Jun was scared, terrified, by the time her step-father came home. She stayed up in the attic Intel after the screaming from her father talking to her mother on the phone stopped. Footsteps came slowly up the stairs, and opened the wooden door. All she remembers is walking up in her bed, with her favorite stuff animal, and all her clothes were packed. Her step-father was moving back to Japan, taking Jun with him.
She had learned Japanese through her father's lessons, desperately working to prove her father that she could make it through this. She was still herself intell the one unlucky night.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I can do!" Jun ran down the stairs, and ran straight into her dad. Next thing Jun knew, she was covered in coffee, and a large red slap mark was on the right side of her face, and she was cowarding under her father. "Stop playing around, you useless child. You will never get anywhere if you just make funny jokes and be silly." He said, and stomped off.
That night, when Jun was curled up silently in her bed, she started to pray. "Please.......If anyone, or anything is out there, listen to my crys. I can't be calm and quiet, but I am forced to, but let me atleast have alittle freedom. Please."
That was when Emiko was born.
Other: Uhhh......Can she have like another chara, when she gets like to be 16.
Roleplay Sample: (Ehhhhh Not good with rping humans yet. I am use to rping Cats. xD )
Jun sighed, her locker was stuck. First day of school, and she already was gonna be late for class. Of course Emiko wasn't helping that much, sitting on the top of her head, saying the flaws about everyone that walked by. Suddenly, she felt odd, like she was being watched. She slowly turned to glance over her shoulder, there was someone watching.
Of course, Jun didn't say anything, but felt uneasy with those pairs of eyes watching her, and her hands started to shake. Something wasn't right about that person, and she knew it.
Name: Jun Misora
Nickname: Jun
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: June 26
Place of Birth:Montana, United States of America.
Ethnicity: English, but moved to Japan 8 years ago.
Sexual Preference: Straight.
Relatives: Her Step-father.
Affiliation: Light Emybro I guess.
Grade: Freshman
Appearance
She holds a seemingly delicate frame, her long dangling arms always seem to be close to her side and her long limbs hold her high. Her sculpted body seem small, slight and light as a feather. Jun seems to appear delicate and fragile, but she is truly strong with swift long delicatable legs, and cunning with a well molded mind. Her amber lips speak slowly and quietly, always thinking with great thought of what to say. Jun fools any person to believing she was nothing but a young, scared former-American student.
Personality:
To describe Jun in one word: Complex.
There is nothing about her that is simple. She is truly, and forever will be, a nerdy little school girl. Few who have been able to scratch their way under her skin, none to get close enough to depict her inner self. She has always been cut off from most of the world, not really on the same frequency as the rest. Maybe because of the way her mind worked? Or was it just because she was afraid?
But there are times when Jun is compassionate, caring for each and ever person that crosses her path. The young girl would throw herself in front of a car to save her worst enemy at school. She just would not--could not-- let another person die when innocent. But there are also other times, when she can go beyond help of calming. She will kill, without mercy; if given the correct reason, which is very rare. Jun is not a killer, and that is something she would stay true to.
Another side to the strange girl is her imaginative nature. She is very shy, nerdy, worthless to everyone she knows. But her dream, is to be the center of attention. To never be left out, and always able to sneak out to party. She always sees things differently than most humans, and somehow, this always seems to take her down a lonely, harsh road.
But she can also be very funny, with a wonderful sense of humor. She loves to laugh and smile... and especially have fun. She can be very vicarious, always up for a challenge. She loves to have friends, but most don't understand her, so she usually keeps to herself, cutting her true self away from others.
Eye Color:
Her stunning gaze holds the vibrant color of amber, shaped perfectly as they rest, embedded within her sculpted and delicate face. Her soft gaze is always curious, caressing each one they set upon; but there is something about her oh so intense gaze that is complex. Her eyes could go on for miles and miles, and find nothing to hint at her true feelings.
Hair Color:
Her golden Blondie locks seems to be unusual, with is silky appearance and always glowing a glossy, gold sheen. They flow down to her shoulders, but they always are up in bows, unless she is exposing her true-self. Which she never has before.
Height: 5 ft 3 in
Weight: 112 lbs.
Miscellaneous Information
Her Chara- Emiko
Emiko is very hyper, very outgoing, and falls inlove with every cute boy she sees. Three things Jun is clearly not, and doesn't do. Emiko sometimes gets out of control, and talks Jun into going to parties, or sneaking out, or watching shows she shouldn't be watching.
History: {Must be at least two paragraphs.}
Jun hates talking about her past; nothing is happy about it.
The earliest memory Jun possesses is when she was 6 years old. Her mother was strict, mean, and drunk almost all the time. Her step-father was Japanese, and was always complaining about America. Back then, Jun was Jessica Harper, a young kindergartner and always hyper and excited and happy. Intel that one night, the night her mother, ran away. Rain was lashing, lightning stabbing at the sky, the clouds roiling as thunder clapped. Jun blindly watched through fogged up window, the sheets of rain, banged and rattled against the roof of the attic. She had no memory as to why she was up there, in the first place, but something bad had happened. Her only one memory of her mother, all dressed up in a suit, with a suitcase, running toward a car. Her mother didn't even take a look at Jun, as the car zoomed away as fast as possible. Jun was scared, terrified, by the time her step-father came home. She stayed up in the attic Intel after the screaming from her father talking to her mother on the phone stopped. Footsteps came slowly up the stairs, and opened the wooden door. All she remembers is walking up in her bed, with her favorite stuff animal, and all her clothes were packed. Her step-father was moving back to Japan, taking Jun with him.
She had learned Japanese through her father's lessons, desperately working to prove her father that she could make it through this. She was still herself intell the one unlucky night.
"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I can do!" Jun ran down the stairs, and ran straight into her dad. Next thing Jun knew, she was covered in coffee, and a large red slap mark was on the right side of her face, and she was cowarding under her father. "Stop playing around, you useless child. You will never get anywhere if you just make funny jokes and be silly." He said, and stomped off.
That night, when Jun was curled up silently in her bed, she started to pray. "Please.......If anyone, or anything is out there, listen to my crys. I can't be calm and quiet, but I am forced to, but let me atleast have alittle freedom. Please."
That was when Emiko was born.
Other: Uhhh......Can she have like another chara, when she gets like to be 16.
Roleplay Sample: (Ehhhhh Not good with rping humans yet. I am use to rping Cats. xD )
Jun sighed, her locker was stuck. First day of school, and she already was gonna be late for class. Of course Emiko wasn't helping that much, sitting on the top of her head, saying the flaws about everyone that walked by. Suddenly, she felt odd, like she was being watched. She slowly turned to glance over her shoulder, there was someone watching.
Of course, Jun didn't say anything, but felt uneasy with those pairs of eyes watching her, and her hands started to shake. Something wasn't right about that person, and she knew it.
