Post by ppbonbon on Apr 5, 2012 19:33:07 GMT -5
* ayane k. wellesley-forbes ,
* start with basics ,
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
[ I'M SWIMMING IN THE SMOKE OF BRIDGES I HAVE BURNED ]
FULL NAME
ayane kira mitsukuni (adopted: ayane kira wellesley-forbes)
NICKNAMES
aya, forbes
DATE OF BIRTH
october 12
AGE
twenty five
GRADE/YEAR
faculty professor of mathematical physics
ELEMENT
thunder
SEXUALITY
heterosexual
MARITAL STATUS
single
* into the mirror ,
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
[ AGAINST MY WILL I STAND BESIDE MY OWN REFLECTION ]
CELEBRITY CLAIM
yukie nakama
EYE COLOUR
amber
HAIR COLOUR
black
HEIGHT & WEIGHT
5’8, 118 lbs
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES be it scars, piercings,
n/a
CLOTHING STYLE
ayane has a very classic sense of style. she likes polos, cardigans, and dressy attire. as an intellectual, she believes that comfortability is the only reason for dressing a certain way. she also likes rather dull and muted tones-- soft blues, gray, cream, and beige are favorites. otherwise, she is not too distinguishable in a fashionable way.
* deeper than skin ,
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
[ TAKE EVERYTHING FROM THE INSIDE & THROW IT ALL AWAY ]
POSITIVE TRAITS
- Brilliant
- Analytical
- Reserved
- Enigmatic
- Hard-worker
- Pragmatic
NEGATIVE TRAITS
- Narrow-minded
- Boring
- Unempathetic
- Unforgiving
- Stubborn
- Arrogant (Elitist)
LIKES
- Coffee and tea
- Physics and mathematics
- Rainy days
- Broken chalk
- Cats
- Books
- Classical music
DISLIKES
- Neatness (Phobia of this will be explained in history)
- Art and other abstract ideas
- Loud music
- The government
- People in general
- Hiro Jun Mizushima
STRENGTHS
- Analytical thinking in realms of math and science
- Wide range of knowledge in different fields (not art)
- Level-headed “cool”
- Reliability
WEAKNESSES
- Very peculiar phobias
- Obsessive-compulsive fears
- Problem-solving
- Abstract thinking
- Never talks about her feelings
- Narrow-mindedness in academia
- Total ineptitude in art, history, any other abstract academic field.
- Boring personality
- Has no social graces at all
- Few friends
FEARS
- Neatness
- Not being good enough
- Losing to people
BEST MEMORY
as a six year old, watching her father light the floating azaelia candles in the pond of their backyard with his lighting abilities. then listening to the sounds of thunder on the porch as the candles fizz out.
WORST MEMORY
being “rejected” by her adoptive parents at the age of sixteen.
LONG-TERM GOAL
ayane has no long term goals. unfortunately, she continues to float by in life with no purpose...
* past reflections ,
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
[ SOMETIMES I REMEMBER THE DARKNESS OF MY PAST ]
MOTHER unknown, status unknown
FATHER kyo mitsukuni, deceased.
SIBLINGS step-brother charles wellesley-forbes, nine years old.
OTHER adoptive mother katherine wellesley-forbes, adoptive father fitzwilliam wellesley-forbes.
HISTORY
until the age of ten, ayane had lived contentedly on a pond-side farm house with her father kyo in seattle, washington. never having known her mysterious mother, the two father and daughter duo survived quite astutely. kyo’s secretive powers in controlling thunder was always a source of great admiration and amusement for the young ayane who had too yearned for some extraordinary ability. they lived a very content and solemn life, until on one early autumn evening, ayane’s father was mysteriously deported after neighbors had reported suspicious enigmatic behaviors. a death notification was sent out by the supposed government kidnappers, and young ayane was placed in social care. all she knew was that her daddy was gone.
the girl, bright and full of energy, was adopted by a very wealthy and aging couple in a elitist family known as the wellesley-forbes. fitzwilliam and lady katherine had been desperate to have kids of their own (and in turn, an heir) -- but unable to, sought to adopt instead. they were initially smitten with ayane due to her very unusual circumstances and promise as a young and rising scholar. captivated, they brought the ten year old girl into british columbia to raise as the heir of a very wealthy clan of faux-royals.
ayane was subjected to harsh pressures after her adoption. re-adjusting to an entirely new lifestyle, she had to learn the proper etiquette of an up-and-coming heir. her training as a woman
grew more and more laborious. she was subjected to harsh treatment and pushed to “be perfect” and “never fail” by her less than sympathetic adoptive mother and father. but at least with the promise of an incredibly lucrative future ahead of her, ayane would dutifully play the violin, study the lessons, and learn the languages that her family demanded of her. she was quasi-happy. angry and confused still about the persecution of her father for his powers, and resentfully grateful for the new life she has out of foster homes. slowly but surely, she underwent a transformation into a stoic and mechanical young girl. everything she saw was measured by merit and she lost many of the youthful quirks she possessed as a child. as far as anyone was concerned, the wellesley-forbes couple used her as a pawn to secure their stake in the clan’s vast fortune (they were of course only a fraction of the family.)
ayane gained her powers at age thirteen and promptly enrolled in the gifted academy. her adoptive parents had already known this very curious fact of her and this was partly probably what attracted the girl to them. an elemental was rare-- and could prove fruitful if their day ever saw a struggle for the wealth of their family. she quickly arose to the top of her class along with another fellow boy who she had known for a period of time: hiro. but at age fifteen, her parents gave birth to a baby boy named charles. for awhile, there was celebration. finally, a true descendent of the bloodline. ayane was unsure what this spelled for her own future, but she loved her baby brother earnestly. but the attitudes of her parents toward her deteriorated quickly. it became very clear to her the day she turned sixteen, that she was no longer going to carry the hopes of the family. katherine and fitzwilliam had given birth to their own child, a child that they wanted. so all the time and effort put into turning ayane into a proper lady was now discarded.
winter of age seventeen.
ayane was forced to leave the main residence of the family after katherine, in hysterics, accused the girl of attempting to murder baby heir charles. she claimed she witnessed ayane suffocating the boy in his sleep. in uproar, ayane was placed in a permanent residence supported by the family in an outside location. although it was a family house with plenty of servants and financial support from the wellesley-forbes, the message this banishment portrayed was quite clear: ayane was no longer welcome. the young girl was on her own now. her entire psyche had rested on her family’s acceptance, but now as they discarded her into the rubble, she was still the mechanized woman they had turned her into. ayane continued to excel in school, simply because that was the only thing she knew how to do. developing a fear of neatness due to the constant pressures of “perfection”, ayane cultivated a very obsessive compulsive phobia of perfection. she hated perfectly white pages and perfectly stacked bookcases. the years of psychological distress she had became the reason why she became so stoic. though she might have lost everything, she maintained an arrogant temperament about her. that is how she maintains any shred of composure in her twisted world.
she completed school quickly and immediately began the process to earn her bachelor's degree in the field of mathematics. ayane then returned to the academy to teach during this lengthy time.
rumors, to this day, continue to circulate about her dismal banishment from her wealthy adoptive family, her very enigmatic eccentricities, and the attempted murder of her brother. in reality, she had simply tried to cover him with an extra blanket to keep him warm. but this unknown fact is one she continues to hide. for the topic is still too painful to bring up....
* puppet on a string ,
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
[ SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE ]
YOUR NAME
thirteen
YOUR AGE
i’m 17, yo.
RP EXPERIENCE
five years of experience.
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
advertisement on another rpg.
SECRET WORD
correct
RP SAMPLE
the smell of the salt air collided with the sweet metallic scent of blood.
a flicker of light. the pattering of the ocean waves, the crash of the foam against the pier. sounds of gulls and slaps of sandals fill the busy docks. she could feel the warm breeze tickle her toes and her curly wisps of hair scratching at her nose. soft warm sand caressed her legs. the shadows of the wooden dock above her brought some protection from the mid-morning sun that hang overhead. what time was it? the girl that lay in the sand brought a lazy arm to her forehead, shielding glued eyes. a pang of sharp nerves electrocute her senses, sending pain signals burrowing into her head. the pounding sensations from last night come rushing back. thirteen cringes in irritation, the feelings so familiar, but the recollections nonexistent. what the fuck happened anyways.
thirteen brings her arm back to her side, eyes peeling open slowly to adjust to the peeks of sunlight coming through the cracks of the boardwalk above her head. licking her swollen and cracked lips, she could taste leaden iron, tongue dampened from the blood that traveled up from the back of her throat. hauling herself up from the comfortable surreal position in the sand, thirteen grunts silently and blinks her teal eyes, rubbing the sand from her lashes. studying her surroundings, the young woman thought slowly before being overtaken by a nauseous sensation that crept up her nasal passage. touching her nose, she discovered some cracked dried blood. scraping it from her face and cheeks carefully, thirteen looked down at her neck. bruises. she also realized she was still in last night's dress suit, her white polo button-up creased with the cuffs rolled up. black leather pants scratched with sand and a pair of red highlighter colored heels decorate her legs and feet.
what the fuck. her thoughts began slowly as she continued to knead at the temples of her head, caressing away the pounding headache. last night had been a social gathering at the courant new yorker's club-- full of the young promising and beautiful people of the city. her thoughts flickered and she began to recall the fuzzy details of her misadventure. she had spent a great portion of last night nursing a dry martini at a window-side, minding her own business and busy judging the fuckers in the room who waxed poetic and bragged of their recent accomplishments, tenure, and fabulous new cars. yes, that was all flooding back into her head. but what happened next?
thirteen propped her weight with a bony arm on the sand. her fingers stroked a soft plastic shindig in the sand and her attentions were diverted to the new discovery buried in the soft rock. she picked it up and her stormy eyes flickered with new memory. the plastic in her hand was a syringe, still glistening with a few droplets of brown substance. fuck. she closed her eyes in anger.
the boardwalk was getting busy this time of day and thirteen smoothed her clothes out, tossing the used needle out from under the wooden deck. she ducked her head and crawled out from under the dock, greeted with lush sunlight and salt air. the nauseousness that had afflicted her earlier seemed to vaporize into a form of light-headedness. as she began to stand and take a few steps with her horribly out of place high-heels in soft white, she couldn’t help but lose her balance and fall to her knees, head and eyes heavy from what could only be another blackout experienced last night.
“fuck me.” the raspy words escaped her lips, slamming a palm to her own forehead in aggravation. remember, remember.
ooc: essen goes by thirteen, btw. also, note she is a M.D, Sc.D wielding research fellow at columbia with a drug addiction and worsening "blackouts" attributed to a possible mental/dissociative personality disorder or schizophrenia. c; that's about all you need to know about essen (13).
