Post by Kin Suzuki on Dec 14, 2008 23:11:38 GMT -5
Kin Suzuki,,
Behind The Mask,,
you,,
Name/Alias: PHAE!
Gender: Female
Age: 17
How did you find us: MMMMMMMMMily
On The Outside,,
what you look like,,
Canon or Original: Original
Character's full name: Kin Suzuki
Nickname (s): Kin, Kina
Age, Grade, and Class: 18, 11th, 2-A
Clique: She's rich, but not spoiled. She hangs out with the host club occasionally, but not as a customer. Otherwise, she hangs out with her fan club.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Eyes: Light, firey green
Hair: Very Red
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125-130
Figure: fine-boned, but curvey
Style: She looks good in almost everything, and so wears almost anything. She has good taste.
Looking In,,
inside is what counts,,
Likes: Shoes, clothes, cats, anime, drama movies, her cell phone, frogs, her hair, rum, making out, girls... and many more
Dislikes: People who don't think for themselves, people who think they think for themselves but really don't, people who lie to themselves, people who are stupid...
Fears: Rotten milk, angry dogs, being crushed or caged.
Dreams: To own a restaurant, to be a psychiatrist, to be in love
Secrets: She secretly has a fantasy of the perfect home-life, she's severely afraid of falling in love again, no matter how close she gets to someone, she never feels fully understood.
Overall: Kin is a true redhead in every sense of the word. She is intelligent, firey, and unpredictable. Her personality cannot be defined, because it is always changing. She is one of those upperclassmen that tends to attract girls like chocolate. They envy her, if they don't hate her. She's popular among the boys too, mostly because she's very, very capable of being just "one of the guys." That isn't to say everyone loves her. There is definately a group of people that hate her more than anything in the world.
The Past,,
what's done is done,,
Parents:
Mother: Amaya Suzuki
Father: Tatsuo Suzuki
Their occupation:
Mother: Housewife
Father: Owner of a large automobile company...
Siblings: None
Hometown: Tokyo
The History: Kin was raised with little issue through her teens. Her mother was a single mother at the beginning of Kin's life, with different men throughout her life. One relationship, which lasted a particularly long time, yeilded a love between Kin and the man, and so, eventhough he wasn't her biological father, she called him so. Her mother and that man broke up early in Kin's life, and after that, she was shuttled between houses on weekends, living primarily with her mother. When Kin was about ten, her mother met Tatsuo, and they were married not long after, thrusting Kin into a life of luxury that she was entirely unused to. When she was thirteen, due to psychological issues with her mother, Kin decided that she didn't want to live with them anymore and ran away with a friend of hers. The friend got cold feet, and they returned that very same night.
After that, Amaya got some medical help, but it did little to help issues in the home. When Kin was fifteen, while over at her father's house for Christmas, he molested her. Afterwards, she went home, and told nobody. Months later, the police arrived at the Suzuki home, claiming that Kin's father had confessed to his crime. The next year and a half was filled with court-dates and many other dramas. Of course, Kin no longer spoke to her father, and eventually accepted Tatsuo as the man of the house. Since then, with few exceptions, Kin has lived in a mostly peaceful house. When she was eighteen, she moved out, putting her trust fund away, and earning her own money.
The End,,
the curtains have closed,,
Password: lullabye
Role Play Example: Dude, do I really have to?
A scream ripped through the sixth year girls' dormitory, waking all of the girls there. Reina was sitting bolt upright on her bed, her long inky hair pooling around her, and her eyes were as wide as saucers. There was an instant of perfect silence as the other girls stared at her.
And then the real screaming started.
The usually composed, though bitter, girl leaped out of bed, clawing at her eyes with sharp fingernails. She stumbled about as the other girls tried to catch her, but she was too quick, and too strong. She was running for dear life. From... something. It seemed she didn't even know where she was, she was just running in whatever direction she was facing. She shouted horrible things, things that most of the girls couldn't understand, but that some, who had seen or heard of the things she was describing and fearing, understood all too well.
Tears coursed from her tormented eyes, mixing with the blood that her fingernails had drawn from her cheeks and eyelids. Now she was stuck in a corner, tearing at her pajamas, cutting even greater gashes in her arms, chest, and legs in her attempts. One girl tried to jump on her, to hold her down, but Reina stood suddenly, taking a swipe at the girl's face, leaving marks.
Suddenly, Reina had a mission. She began digging through drawers, trunks, sobbing incoherently, saying that she needed something sharp, anything sharp, because the oil was suffocating her, that she had to breath, she had to be free, she had to fly, to fall, to land, to swim...
She babbled, most of it useless sounds, sometimes words coming through. She said Storm's name a lot, as well as Shane's.
Finally, she found a pair of scissors, from a small sewing kit. The blades were tiny, but she made do. Immediately, she attacked her hair, cutting whatever she could get her hands on. It didn't seem to matter how long or short it turned out, just that it was cut. When she seemed finished, she turned the scissors around, and drew back her arm, ready to stab her own eyes out. Her face and arms were covered in blood.
Just as she was about to strike, one of the girls got smart, and screamed , "Stupefy!" in a shaking voice. Reina collapsed with the flash of red. She looked pathetic, her usual white skin torn, blood covering her fingers, a few of her fingernails even missing, torn off in her scramble. The most pathetic thing, though, was her hair. It lay in jagged spikes, some locks still reaching to her thighs, while others were cut to her shoulders, while others still were to the scalp.
After a moment of silence, one of the girls finally left to fetch Professor Flitwick.
And then the real screaming started.
The usually composed, though bitter, girl leaped out of bed, clawing at her eyes with sharp fingernails. She stumbled about as the other girls tried to catch her, but she was too quick, and too strong. She was running for dear life. From... something. It seemed she didn't even know where she was, she was just running in whatever direction she was facing. She shouted horrible things, things that most of the girls couldn't understand, but that some, who had seen or heard of the things she was describing and fearing, understood all too well.
Tears coursed from her tormented eyes, mixing with the blood that her fingernails had drawn from her cheeks and eyelids. Now she was stuck in a corner, tearing at her pajamas, cutting even greater gashes in her arms, chest, and legs in her attempts. One girl tried to jump on her, to hold her down, but Reina stood suddenly, taking a swipe at the girl's face, leaving marks.
Suddenly, Reina had a mission. She began digging through drawers, trunks, sobbing incoherently, saying that she needed something sharp, anything sharp, because the oil was suffocating her, that she had to breath, she had to be free, she had to fly, to fall, to land, to swim...
She babbled, most of it useless sounds, sometimes words coming through. She said Storm's name a lot, as well as Shane's.
Finally, she found a pair of scissors, from a small sewing kit. The blades were tiny, but she made do. Immediately, she attacked her hair, cutting whatever she could get her hands on. It didn't seem to matter how long or short it turned out, just that it was cut. When she seemed finished, she turned the scissors around, and drew back her arm, ready to stab her own eyes out. Her face and arms were covered in blood.
Just as she was about to strike, one of the girls got smart, and screamed , "Stupefy!" in a shaking voice. Reina collapsed with the flash of red. She looked pathetic, her usual white skin torn, blood covering her fingers, a few of her fingernails even missing, torn off in her scramble. The most pathetic thing, though, was her hair. It lay in jagged spikes, some locks still reaching to her thighs, while others were cut to her shoulders, while others still were to the scalp.
After a moment of silence, one of the girls finally left to fetch Professor Flitwick.
