Hiroyume Okunake

[Hiroyume Okunake]

First Last,,

Behind The Mask,,
you,,

Name/Alias: Err. Mayo-chan.
Gender: Female.
Age: 15
How did you find us: I stalk Mily often.

On The Outside,,
what you look like,,

Canon or Original: Original
Character's full name: Hiroyume Okunake
Nickname (s): Yume, Hime, Hiyu (combination of the syllables)
Age, Grade, and Class: 15, 10th, 1-C
Clique: Quiet, Rich girl; Hostee
Sexuality: Straight

Eyes: Sea blue
Hair: Long light blond hair
Height: 5'0
Weight:85 lb
Figure: Practically that of a child's, but she's got some volume.
Style: Her family makes sure she looks like some precious, adorable doll. That means petticoats, dresses, and cute things.
Overall: She looks like a doll, is treated like a doll, and is as fragile as a doll.

Looking In,,
inside is what counts,,

Likes: music, sweet things, relics, the moon, strength
Dislikes: the cold, loud noises, icky looking bugs, pointless things
Fears: being alone, thunderstorms (goes with loud noises), scary movies
Dreams: inheriting the business, learning to speak more than the three languages she can, owning a multitude of dolls
Secrets: still sucks her thumb, attempted to learn karate secretly
Overall: Hiroyume acts like a little kid, but she wants to inherit the business like an adult. She tries to maintain some kind of stability with her child and adult self.

The Past,,
what's done is done,,

Parents:
Mother: Anjun Okunake
Father: Kudare Okunake
Their occupation:
Mother: Vice President of Okunake Music Industry
Father: Head of Okunake Music Industry
Siblings: older brothers; Hiroyuki Okunake, Shinku Okunake, Odame Okunake
Hometown: A ten minute drive from Ouran High School.
The History:
Kudare Okunake began the famous Okunake Music Industry with his assistant-later-on-wife, Anjun, when they were fresh out of college; turns out, most of their friends were very good musicians, and they just needed a chance. As their work proceeded and the years passed, their lives became increasingly busy, but their wealth increased. The children were then given to he maids and butlers to be taken care of; as a result, they began to believe they had to be ideal gentlemen and lady.
The maid that took care of Hiroyume was very nice, and often told her how cute she was. She'd dress Hiroyume in cute clothes, taught her etiquette strictly, and often rewarded Hiroyume with sweets. As a result, she became the doll that the maid wanted her to be, but Hiroyume didn't feel exactly comfortable being that way. She disliked some of the clothes, and she disliked not being able to go outside longer than half an hour. Yet she said nothing.
As of now, Hiroyume is the poster child of the industry; despite her desire to run the business, her father only sees her as the cute little fourth child. Her opponents--her brothers-- see her the same way. Hiroyume cannot get rid of the stereotype already placed on her, despite what she wants. Hiroyume wants to have strength.

The End,,
the curtains have closed,,

Password: Lullabye
Role Play Example:

Celia staggered from the scene, holding her wounded arm gently with her left hand. She turned the corner and continued on walking down a dead end street, reaching the end with heavy pants, and then going into the corner she felt most safe and secured from wandering eyes. This meant, to her, behind a trashcan, all the way to left.

As soon as she did this, she dropped to the floor and tended to her wounds, ripping cloth from her jeans and tying them to her arm using her hand and her teeth. Afterward, she held her arm still, and tried to catch her breath as she recapped the events that had happened.

Celia hadn't gotten far into her thoughts when she froze, her blood running cold. There was a chill in the air, and Celia held her breath. Someone was walking down the street, his black boots making loud rude steps, as if trying to shake her out of her hiding place. Celia kept still, not daring to move an inch; she knew her attacker had followed her, but there was no chance he'd be able to find her. Regardless, she couldn't help but peak a bit from the side, ignoring the cold air.

It was, indeed, the person she dreaded. The one person she recognized able to turn the air around him into frost, to turn anyone into ice at his glance, the image of hell himself. And he'd come for her. Immediately, Celia brought her head back in and started crawling slowly, to hide herself amongst all the trashcans around her. She breathed slowly and quietly, putting a hand on her heart as she listened to the heartbeats slow down. And she continued like this until she felt the air get warmer, and herself feel much safer.

"Thank God..." she whispered, peaking amongst the trashcans to see that her attacker was gone.

"Looks like not even God has pity on you, miss."

Celia flinched, but turned around anyway, facing the face of her attacker. No less had their eyes met had he jumped and pinned her to the ground, grinning to show off his teethy, vampire teeth. It was, the end.

[Kazeko Soshina]

by the power infested or whatever in me, application accepted