Post by rdevin9 on Mar 26, 2011 2:05:26 GMT -6
::Arisa Kotone::
Type: Original
Age: 16
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Crushes: “Hmph! Why should I tell you? I mean… Ohohoho, a lady never tells her secrets…”
Face Claim: Luka Megurine; Vocaloid
Appearance:
One of the most striking things about both Kotone twins is their hair. It’s not natural of course (no matter how much Arisa insists that it is), but both girls are in possession of bright pink hair, kept long and wavy, with bangs sweeping to the side. They are usually found with it loose, but are also rather likely to tie it into an elaborate bun of some kind for necessary affairs. Not even Arisa herself is quite sure whether her eyes are blue or green. It seems to change with the light. At one point, she swears they turned black. This is also probably not true.
Arisa isn’t the tallest, standing at a full height of 5’4”. She’s only sixteen, so there’s still a chance of growth, but most likely it will only be an inch or two. She’s slight and thin, though in possession of a good amount of curves nonetheless, and weighs…A number that she will not tell you because it is not polite to ask a lady that! (123.) She and her sister also share a dainty sort of face, with evident femininity. Arisa sometimes wears a pair of oversized black glasses, but they’re usually reserved for close reading or homework, and she almost never wears them in public. They’re mainly for magnifying purposes than they are to help with a genuine need.
When not in her Ouran uniform, which she hates with all of her immortal soul and has gotten in trouble for cutting up on several occasions, Ris has a varied style. She usually dresses in a rather girly fashion, favoring skirts and dresses over pants, but even she can’t resist the lure of a good pair of jeans sometimes. She adores cute combinations and colors, but never goes to an intense amount of trouble with her outfits. She essentially just wears what she feels like in the morning, and it ends up coming out cute. She prefers a mixture of both bright and dark colors, and isn’t likely to conform to any type of stereotypical style.
Personality:
Confident, fearless, and annoyingly stubborn are all words you can use to describe the older Kotone twin. She’s set in her ways and seems to have an opinion on everything, one she has no problem talking about. She’s never at a loss for words, seems to never get embarrassed, and always has a plan of some sort to liven up a boring day. She can be mischievous and playful, though she spends a lot of time trying to convince everyone that she’s incredibly ladylike, elegant and refined, while she actually just… isn’t.
She can have slightly skewed morals, as she often doesn’t understand when something is going to hurt someone and as a result goes too far, and she has no real guilt over telling little lies to help something or someone along. She’s fiercely protective of those she cares about, especially her sister, to the point that it can be a bit excessive. She’s flirtatious and daring, and will always try something before writing it off. She also can manage a seemingly ladylike exterior when she remembers or the situation calls for it, but most of the time her real personality bleeds through. She has very little self-control at times, and often depends on her younger sister or someone else to reel her in. She does however, always realize once she has gone too far, even if she has trouble stopping herself beforehand, and she always tries to make the appropriate amends.
When bored, she will do anything to alleviate the feeling, even going to drastic measures at times. She simply cannot stand the sensation, and finds it more unpleasant than even pain, because it’s simply so numbing. It makes her feel like she doesn’t exist at all. When she wants something, she goes for it, and has no concept of yielding or giving up. She’s absolutely insistent and will just persist until someone caves, or she is exhausted.
Arisa has always been protective of her little sister. She’s the older twin, and she views it as her job. Aside from that, Akane is quieter and more closed-in than she is, so she feels the need to keep her safe. Any boy that wants to date Akane needs Arisa’s approval first. This does not apply the other way around. It’s a bit of a double standard, but when Arisa loves someone, she automatically wants to protect them, no matter what.
History:
When she was younger, Arisa, though not a tomboy, was teased for having a less girly attitude than many of the little princesses in her class. To avoid a repeat of this, she unnecessarily tries to convince everyone that she is incredibly ladylike and girlier than she is, though in truth she’s often too overpowered by her real self for it to succeed. She climbs trees, she explores crevices, she doesn’t mind dirt- as long as she isn’t caught. Really, the one thing Arisa might be afraid of is reliving the merciless teasing she had to endure. Despite being the more extroverted twin, when it comes to hard situations, Akane deals with them much better and keeps it together. Arisa can’t handle a lot when it gets serious, no matter how often she coaxes her sister, who is quiet and introverted alone, to act like her.
The twins belong to an affluent family, like most people at Ouran. Their mother is a beloved starlet, and their father a famous director turned the head of a major movie studio. Their mother worries about their image, and their father worries about their finances. They spend most of their time locked away in their respective worrying places; their father at his extravagant studio office, and their mother at various spas, designers and photo shoots, often taking the girls along. Arisa finds it boring, but is often on her best behavior, considering their mother always reminds her how important it is to act like a lady on these outings.
Arisa and Akane’s mother and father have been separated five times in the last two years, and many before that. There’s distance. There’s fighting. Sometimes it’s just a press stunt. Whenever it happens, Arisa and Akane’s mother, Emika, flies out of the house dramatically. Their father, Hiro makes dramatic press statements. Emika poses dramatically for the tabloids. Hiro is seen personally catering to the hot new starlet. Emika is spotted at a premiere with the latest McDreamy. Akane finds them tiring and shies away from their sort of drama, and Arisa finds it amusing. Needless to say, with this kind of constant uproar in their house, Arisa never knows at any given time whether her parents are together or not unless she sees it in a tabloid. All she knows is that there’s a rather gigantic amount of money spent every time someone gets mad on things no one really needs. And clothes. Clothes are like Emika’s therapy.
Yes, she calls her parents Hiro and Emika, unless they’re at a public function. Doesn’t everyone?
She has a love of music, but isn't really motivated enough to do anything about it. Still, since she was little, she could often be found drifting about singing. Her love was spawned from her grandfather, who used to tell her about his days playing in a big orchestra. He was the one that arranged for her violin, piano, and voice lessons, hoping she would follow in his footsteps. She had talent, but no drive, and in truth the lessons had too much structure for her tastes. She would often ditch or run out early, something she felt quite guilty about when her grandfather died a few years back and left her his grand piano. She still only practiced when forced, but she would sometimes play on her own. It was only the lessons that she disliked, not the instruments themselves. She cared far more about her grandfather than her parents, and still misses him. Because of her musical prowress, she has an incredible talent for picking one sound out of many, like searching for one instrument individually while listening to a band, or picking one voice out of the choir. Her hearing is exceptional.Controller's Information
Nickname: Rafi!
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Seen the Anime?: I have indeed!
How Did You Find Us?: Advertisement on my own Harry Potter site…Which I then stalked over here. I needed a new Ouran site.
Sample RP:
Vienna's heart sounded too loud in her ears, and it was driving her mad. Her mouth felt dry and cottony, like she was dehydrated. And the pain in her chest wouldn't leave, even though Mason was standing right in front of her. She felt his touch on her cheek and took a step back the second he dropped his hand, not wanting to risk being touched like that again. It wasn't the nature of the touch that surprised her. Sweet and gentle was actually something she had seen Mason do, when they were much younger. It was more that, if he touched her, she'd lose it. She knew she would. She'd hold him tight and cry and never let go and he'd know he was fragile. And he'd think everything was okay and that all was forgiven. Which it wasn't. It had never been forgiven. Just covered up with cobweb layers of imitation and hatred and longing and lies. But cobwebs are easy to clean up. Just brush them off and the surface is exposed again. And Vienna was definitely feeling exposed, as if all the scratches on her surface, her weaknesses, were shown to the world. She strove for perfection and she had gotten this. Definitely not ideal.
Vienna brought a hand to brush a stray hair away from her eyes, trying to bring herself to speak. Problem was, she had no idea what to say. She needn't had bothered however, for he beat her to it, starting a sentence that faltered and remained unfinished.
Vienna was reminded of Mad Libs.
She wondered what to fill in. He's what? She wondered, wishing she could've seen him when she was composed and calm, not a hair out of place and more beautiful than ever. She was regretting her decision to open the door. She should've feigned sleep. She should have gone to class. She should've been anywhere but here, showing all her scars to the boy that had caused them.
"It shouldn't have happened like this." Mason finally spoke, startling Vienna out of her reverie. What shouldn't have happened? Why was he so unspecific? No matter what he meant, Vienna couldn't agree more.
"I-I couldn't... I should've..." Vienna tried to speak, but once again found herself at a loss for words, and the sentence faded into silence.. This was so unlike her. Was she really supposed to believe that one boy had caused such a change in her? What was wrong with her? There had to be a name for it, somewhere. "Love" crossed her mind, but was gone again as quickly as it came, shooed off by cynical Vienna clones she could see in her mind's eye. She most definitely couldn't be in love with Mason. That was wrong. Vienna didn't fall in love.
But then what else could it be? She obviously felt something if his actions could rip her heart out. While she contemplated this, Mason spoke again. "Vienna.. I'm s..sorry.." The girl's jaw would've dropped if she hadn't thought it looked so silly. He did know the word, though was unused to it, if the way his tongue tumbled over it was any indication. And somehow, she believed him. Something about the way it didn't flow like a practiced speech. Something about the look in his eyes, determined and pained and something else too. Vienna, in that moment, wanted to kiss him terribly. But she stood her ground.
"F-for what?" She asked, staring up at him with wide eyes. It wasn't disbelief or a challenge. She had to know. Was he just apologizing for yelling at her, or...
She tried not to hope. She added something else to her sentence, quieter. During this section her eyes darted to the floor and stayed there. "Mason... I'm sorry too." Trying not to be taken in so easily, she forced herself to cross her arms like she was defiant, and tried to look as impatient as possible, though she doubted it was as convincing as it would've been if she hadn't been heartbroken. Still, there was some truth behind her actions. She wanted an answer. She knew what she was apologizing for. Now she had to know what his sentiment covered.
