Post by tatsumi on Jan 25, 2009 23:59:06 GMT -5
Tatsumi Aya:: is presented by
Maddie, who's been roleplaying for three years and is 15 years old.
Maddie, who's been roleplaying for three years and is 15 years old.
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◊ && This Better Be Something ◊
The birth certificate reads Tatsumi Aya
But You Better Call Me Tatsumi
I've Seen the World For 22 years
As I've Been Around Since November 11
Making Myself Known As a part-time waitress, part-time thief.
I Duel With my wits.
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The first thing one would notice about Tatsumi is not the color of her hair or her height, rather the litheness of her every movement. Like a panther stalking in the shadows of a lush canopy, she moves with the purpose and grace of a dancer... or a thief. At five foot six and 120 pounds, her slim, toned figure attests to years of active practice in moving so lithely. However, she doesn't have the strong kind of gracefulness, the kind that is firmly rooted and perpetually on the offense. She is small, her body fragile like the branch of a willow tree.
There are times when she feels like flaunting this smallness, and she wears clothes that comfortably hug the contours of her body. Typically, she'll wear dark jeans and a shirt in some shade of blue (her favorite is a soft, cerulean turtleneck). But there are also times when she feels like hiding, when her tiny stature feels more like a vulnerability than anything, and that's when she'll break out her huge grey sweatshirt.
During her nightly excursions into the city, though, she tends to dress differently, though much more simply: in all black. She has many sets of form-fitting black clothing, along with a black sweatshirt that, other than in color, is a twin to her grey one. She also has black gloves and, in case of an... extreme situation, a black mask. These outfit changes give her a sense of strength – her size never feels like a vulnerability at night.
There are some things that don't change between night and day. For example, her short black hair, the ends of which barely tickle her pointed chin and angular jawline. (she is determined to never let it grow any longer, else it would get in her way). And, of course, no matter what she wears, her contemplative hazel eyes will always be staring out from her oval face, resting below thin dark eyebrows, unmarked by any sort of powder or pencil.
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Tatsumi grew up in Japan as an only child. She lived with just her father (her mother had died weeks after giving birth to her, due to complications from the pregnancy). Life with her father was all right: he did all he could to make sure she was well-fed, clothed, and healthy. But he did little else. His wife's death propelled him to bury himself into his career as a freelance writer, taking as many assignments from various publishers (sometimes more than his sanity could really handle). So he spent all his time in his world of grammar and fantasy, typing away at his computer. He took five- or ten-minute breaks every hour or so, either to relieve himself, to make a meal, or to tend to his daughter.
"One day, we'll be rich, darling," he would say to Tatsumi as an infant (or a toddler, or a kindergartener). "One day, we'll move away from here, and we'll find a castle far, far away, and you can be a lovely little princess." And then he would leave again, locking himself up in his room.
This left Tatsumi with little more to do but explore... When she was a small toddler, nearly three years old, she maneuvered herself out of her crib while her father was working and managed to walk around the house without hurting herself. When she got back to her room, she giggled to herself, very satisfied at having done something out of the ordinary and not having been caught. As she grew older, steadily gaining dexterity, flexibility, agility, and intelligence, she accomplished many other feats: climbing onto tables and counters and eventually breaking into cabinets - even those with child locks on them.
These adventures soon grew into a habit, which she took with her when she began going to school. Her adventurous attitude was, however, the only thing that really remained the same for her - school was a whole new experience. Instead of the same routine at home, day in, day out, she found that life at school was ever-changing. Not a single day was quite like the others; all the interactions created a matrix of new experiences. And so began her career of thievery.
One day, in her first grade class, she found that she had forgotten to bring a pencil. As a simple childish joke, she stole the pencil of the girl across from her while her attention was diverted. The act of stealing gave Tatsumi an unexpected rush of exhilaration and satisfaction, especially when the other girl took several minutes to realize that her pencil was missing. And she liked this feeling - it reminded her of her escapades at home. This opened Tatsumi's eyes to many other opportunities, things that were just begging to be stolen or broken into. Accomplishments, she would come to call them, when she learned that word. They gave her a purpose.
As Tatsumi grew older, friends came and went - mostly because they were irritated by her kleptomania.
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Your character’s personality should be well thought-out and detailed, in paragraphs.
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◊ && This is Me ◊
Can't beat me at stealth and intuition. I always know what's going on.
Though you may win at arm-wrestling. I may have balance and coordination, but very little physical strength.
I Like
the color blue
nighttime and darkness
I Don't dislikes
Keep Away anything out of my control.
Abilities abilities
Extra anything else you wish to place
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