Post by lastsummersoltice on Mar 13, 2011 19:44:53 GMT -6
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riana Rhume::
riana Rhume::
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Type: Original
Age: 15 (and a half.)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crushes: Currently none at the moment.
Face Claim: Marisa Kirisame from Touhou franchise.
Appearance:Young miss Rhume stands at a quite at height of 5 feet and 2 inches and is considered in most areas of her army and family background, short. Her stomach is flat like cardboard as she a bit underweight of her diet as she is positively 109 lbs. However, the neighbors sometimes complain that her grandfather starves her to the extremes but these of course are rumors. Her figure consists of being on the borderlines of a quarter of muscular yet delicate as a proper French young lady should have their flesh as if it were paper. The long, wavy waves of her hair has a light tone of platinum with a dash of luminous gold is what makes her pop out of the picture as always, the majority of the students in Ouran High are of pure Japanese descent. If one gets the .1% chance of touching her hair without being smitten on the spot, they’ll note how soft it is like quilts which a grandmother may knit at a cold winter’s night and retains warmth to survive the dreaded night. She positively insists on having one braid next to her face being kept intact with a red rubber. Her gray yet luscious green seems to reflect everything, which she views. In a more descriptive aspect, they seem more distant as they were weary of possible treatment of being sharp and on alert yet hidden behind; her corrupted childish side lurks about.
Her facial expressions are quite amusing if you've done hard enough work to crack her open (which might take years.). Her smile reflects off her hurt side in a summarized verse is shy yet oddly, cute. Her eyes may grow huge if someone dares to embarrass her and her face may grow a bit pink on the tip of her nose to the skin which compliments it heavily, making her seem a bit more feminine.
As all good students should do, they wear uniform but unfortunately, Oriana seems to differ on this policy of which gender wears what and in which fashion they should equip it with. The tacky old dresses will never suit her as she is deeply embarrassed with revealing a bit too much flesh and wears a navy long-sleeved vest with a ironed down buttoned white shirt under it with the school’s emblem on her vest over her heart. She has the sleeves though rolled up revealing countless scars from training sessions with her own grandfather, which freights off most of the population to cower. She oddly wears a long gray skirt that measures down towards her ankles and army brown boots as if she seemed to crawl out of a time machine and originated from the late 1900s of European times.
When outside of school or after school hours, her attire isn’t necessarily a big change. She wears the dress indicated in the picture above minus the witch’s hat which is only on special occasions in which she’s alone and is bored out of her mind. The dress, of course, has a second layer under it of her white night gown as it is somewhat of a safety blanket as she had since her infant years (so it is up to her knees..). The red scarf is something she wears at points to remind her of the “red string of fate” which is tied to two persons’ fingers indicating that they are meant to be together and an item her father used to cherish. If there is nothing else to wear,she will wear a casual long sleeved shirt with various logos of bands like “Gackt” or “All American Rejects.”; along with “skinnies” (Pants that seem to latch onto your skin at points.) with her army boots.
Personality:Oriana was brought up into a society of two different worlds, France and Japan. As forth as she lives with her grandpappy (as she calls him.) who was an ex-veteran of World War II, she keeps a very low profile. This constantly keeps people unaware that she is there which is a exquisite higher advantage to herself as she patrols the grounds of Ouran High School without being being noted gone in an instant (takes a couple of hours.). She is all around a very calming person who forces herself to keep proper (which reflects the two worlds in which she was born into.) incase her grandpappy decides to flush out his anger at her and keeps her up hours at a time or outside regardless of the weather condition and training. Please note, rumors aren’t something this ‘midget’ will not kindly put up with and may have a skillfull combat with you. If she ever makes friends in this new world of Japan, she will indeed do this for anyone who decides that it’s okay to even lay sights onto her comrades.
The term “think before you speak.” is sometimes thought to be made for Oriana Rhume. Her tactical thoughts would bring forth many scenarios and she’ll thus narrow it down which sometimes takes her a while to reply but it’s worth the response if the person even bothers staying around for a chat. Her highest marks are in Social Studies for this reason (the majority around wars, generals, etc etc.) Nevertheless, every rose has its own wilted petal. She can’t seem to face her autophobia or her phobia of being abandoned. This reflects of some events the occurred earlier in her childhood at the age of 5. She may start to hallucinate as she is stuck alone for mass hours at the time at home as her grandpappy wants her to get over her phobia that way she can live down the bloodline of being on the police force or serve the Japan Ground Self-Defense Force (but this is merely defensive AS the title suggests.). She may even start rambling towards herself and usually grow clingy towards the person who's leaving.
Her interactions with others are quite, -err vague. As being disciplined throughout the majority of her life as a soldier yet being a young woman; they will tend to vary on the situation. She tries to be both on the borderlines of lady-like and on the traditions of being a solider but it just really depends on the person. For example, If you’re going to jump into the room with flowers around your head and make rather cheesy lines.. Oriana will definately see to it that your life isn't sparred. (Not literally.)
Her tastes in foods are usually for sweets which is a very secretive secret she hides from everyone in the entire planet but it reveals if someone gifts her sweets. She doesn’t ‘pig’ out though, that is un lady-like, of course. She is a bit odd if she tries to open up as she tends to twirl about and try to live a childhood that never existed without proper guardians that would have supported her throughout the course of becoming a young lady. She’ll though make very dark remarks that would at times be an allusion (google it.) towards events in her past.
However, no one ever seemed to ‘unmask’ the young girl at all in her complex masquerade of a mind.
Fun fact: She curses in French if she really gets ticked off. (/I feel bad for the French speakers.)
History:
Miss. Rhume was born into a very broad family line of warriors in the town of Annecy, France. The date of the child’s arrival is the 24th day of August where the summer days start to fade away. Her father, Augustus, was of course into the arts prior to the town is renowned for hosting festivals and the International Festival of Films every June. Her father usually went across to different towns across the country of France. He organized and hosted different festivals like the International Fesitval of Films. As her mother, December, was a baker with a bloody past with her own father, who Oriana calls “grandpappy.” Oriana was engrossed with living within the fine arts as her father came back with stories of the past as he as well into history, which her mother disliked heavily. Nevertheless, she as well contributed to her own daughter’s engrossment of the fine arts with decorating different varieties of cakes and customizing the smallest details into every crumb of bread through homemade Zingers.
The 4 years of her life with her parents were truly prosperous and quite normal for a family that had middle-class standards and the young child did have a based education as she started school at the age of 2 which December insisted. Her grandfather visited Oriana at the times which neither her mother or father were present but it was their own little secret. Her grandfather, Daichi (Half Japanese & French), wasn’t rather successful in passing down the traditions into his own daughter so he decided that his granddaughter will bestow these traditions.
The training threw Oriana off track in the early years of education (Age: 4.) as she missed school from the bruises and cuts she received from training worsen by each day. She was of course was a good student with high marks (highest in Social Studies.) but the lowest being in math with a B but as her grandfather’s training came into play, they almost dropped two grades down.
Both December and Daichi argue at hours at a time in Oriana’s childhood home at the school topic as Augustus was off across the country, leaving his wife and child alone. December decided that enough was enough and with that, Daichi and December broke off all connections, meaning that little Oriana couldn't see her grandfather, at least for now.
Seasons went by, Oriana resumed receiving her good grades, and prosperous life style was soon growing back. Though, on a snowy bright day, December and Augustus took a drive out still when Oriana was 5. Before leaving, Augustus left his red scarf, something which he deeply prized, with his daughter and mumbled the words. “This is something that’ll always keep your mother and I connected. You’ll soon find someone to connect yourself with too.” They never returned, leaving Oriana alone in the house for a long period, which was the beginning of her autophobia. News went out that the Rhume family (parents.) had steered off the bridge and crashed into the canal. After two days, of investigation, the police placed down the Rhume case as a car accident. Daichi now held custody over Oriana since the age of 6.
Both grandfather and granddaughter trained outside for the time they were together in Annecy, regardless of weather conditions. Some might think, that is a bit too young for a child to be training but Daichi would take into defense with this line, “It always best to teach them young. It sticks to their brains more quickly.” (Just think of chivalry or bushido.)
Though, Daichi began noticing how Oriana was a bit too observant at any point of the day when he was leaving as she questioned him a lot and grew clingy, wishing him not to leave. Daichi soon visited the doctor’s with his granddaughter and the doctor informed him of her developing phobia. The reason for the phobia was being left home for several days. Every child deals with something differently, Oriana takes being alone to a high level. Soon, Daichi developed a plan in his head; leave his granddaughter home at a mass long periods at a time. The reasoning for this plan? Back in his days, that how his parents usually tried controlling things with his other siblings (The other siblings died at a very young age.). As he plan deployed from 6 to 9 of Oriana’s lifetime, her autophobia blossomed.
After 2 years with living with Daichi, the family decided to move up to Bunkyô, Tokyo, Japan where Daichi saved up some funding in a family bank account (from his side.) and the insurance check that he received when taking Oriana into custody (from the car accident.). Including this, Daichi had some connections with the police force as his father used to be the chief and him being a veteran added more influence onto the security system. He soon took the role of being chief of the police force in the district.
As Oriana entered the Japanese school system at the age of 8, she was a bit isolated from the ‘regulars’. Since being from another country, there was some odd fascinations about her and her fellow peers used to question the lifestyle that she lived back in France. It was difficult for her to learn the language but she successfully did after 3 years at the age of 11. As she advanced through middle school, she kept her high marks as she did in elementary but Oriana didn’t experience the ‘teen’ life as she never really had fun; just studied her books, memorized codes, and trained with her grandfather. This didn’t bother her but it did made her curious at some points of being a regular teenager but that’s all but an idea.
Now, Oriana is 15 and a half years old and is enrolled in the Ouran Academy. What’s in store for her is the unknown but it’ll soon be unraveled.Controller's Information
Nickname: Soar
Age: Read it and weep it, lads.
Gender: Female
Seen the Anime?: I have but my mind's a bit rusty.
How Did You Find Us?: I discovered the site from lurking across the sister site, Dango Daikazoku (JOIN IT, PLEASE. /end plead.) and as the admin of the site, Whammy, showed me his 'rad' Tamaki skills via linking (I must still admit , they're awesome xD.) I thus now infiltrated your site.
Sample RP:“Mrrww..” A very lean cat with abnormal amount of “puff” in his fur was strolling by the young Miss.Tsukino.
“Shiki-san..” His owner said yet it could have been viewed at as a whisper or as even a ghost crept by your side and mumbled the words.
Shiki was a tri-colored Siberian Cat with the fur covering his stomach pure white like the snow on the first snow day of the winter season with even the tip of his ears, and paws the same color. The remaining two colors were oak brown and coal black which patterned across his body like of a tiger’s coat. The eyes which was bestowed on the cat where of the richest greens of an Evergreen forest mixed wit hthe enduring gray of the clouds.
On this fine day, Kuniko and her assistant, Shiki the cat, were going off to the hardware store to see if there was any jobs available for her mother, Chie, or herself to help the family. Kuniko slipped her hands into her pockets even though they were well protected from her long sleeves. She soon zoned out during the time, hearing everything around here to go slower and slower.. to her own mind to explore around.
The shoes are going at a fast pace today…
The wind is blowing at the farthest west so the trees won’t ruffle..
There’s less chattering from everyone about now…
Shiki’s meowing seems to set the tempo for this day..
I’ll possibly call this song, “Cat’s End Winter Song.”
These ideas flowed calmly through her mind as if there was a river. Her distant-colored eyes were soon analyzing the area as the hardware store was closing in and with that, Shiki meowed elegantly as if he was of higher class. “Mroo..”
Soon, both master and pet were at the doorway. Shiki's ears soon twitched rapidly, hearing the sounds of registers being tapped at such high speeds but she soon scampered off a bit faster then usual and thus rested on his butt, sitting infront of the door. As being a cat, his curiosuity did grew to that of Alice in Alice in Wonderland and extended his front paws and placed them againist the cold glass front door, dragging them across it.
The cat did obviously knew that there was a poor boy around possibly his master's age holding his bags like an imbecile and he looked up, meowing oh so innocently at the stranger at the opposite side. These were his attempts of mocking the trapped boy.
"..Please, Shiki, calm the pace a bit." Kuniko whispered lightly as she soon pulled out her hand from her pockets. The duo had a very strange relationship yet the function as if they were one at the greatest of times. The cat would, for example, know the exact blades to cut fish as his owner knew which random fish that the cat which to dine on that day too.
Her delicate as paper fingers soon touched the door but she was looking down at the cat, talking to him but she sighed purely out of bliss.
"..Honestly, Shiki.." She mumbled towards her cat.
"Mrrr..." The cat cackeld a bit in his own cat language.
"..What are you laughing about now.." She shook her head oh so calmly at her cat as she spoke this.
Miss.Tsukino soon turned her action towards the glass door, seeing a boy seemingly desperate for help! She soon reacted on her own instincts and slipped her hand onto the handle, pushing it the hardest she could and opened it. The cat soon waddled towards a tree and snickered a bit, watching his master doing her usual tasks of caring for other humans and not herself.
"..Sir, do you need help?" Her ghostly whisper came into play as she now was looking at the Brown haired boy who oddly held bags in his arms..
..What unqiue people I meet around these parts..
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