Post by yachiru on Mar 6, 2010 21:47:30 GMT -5
Yachiru Kusajishi
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Izzie
Age: 15
Roleplaying Experience: I don't remember D:
How you found the site: Affiliation~
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&&--The character cheat sheet
[/size][/center]Name: Yachiru Kusajishi
Gender: Female
Age: 12
Hair Color: Cotton Candy Pink
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Tan
Height: 4 feet and 1 inch
Weight: 99 pounds
Wealth: Average
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Why they are in La Campana: Ever since shes lost her father, she continued to look for him. Mostly, her attempts to find him have been futile. Yet, many people reported of seeing him, and she often looked for them. One person told him, now that he was at La Campana. Asking her of her relationship with him, she spoke calmly. The person guided her to the airport, and put her on the plane. Taking her to the school, the person left her on her own to enter. Thus creating her journey, to look for her father without falterng.[/size]
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&&--What makes the clock tick
[/size][/center]Likes:
- Sweet things
- Cuddly Things
- Hugs
- Toys
- Telivision
- Comics
- Pillows
- Swords
- Dancing
- Anime
- Manga
- Friends
- Animals
- Hamsters
- Rabbits
- Candies
- Stars
- The Sky
- The Forest
- Ocean
- The color blue
- Smiles
Dislikes:
- Cloudy Skys
- Murky Waters
- Crying
- Whining
- Dead Animals
- Blood
- Being ignored
- Being taken for granted
- Seeing her friends hurt
- Assignments
- Being alone
- Homework
- Classwork
- Meanies (she calls them boogers)
- Bald people (tempts her to bite their heads)
- Her candy supply being taken
- Rock Music
- Really loud music
- Watching people be hurt
- Screaming
- Sobbing
Turn Ons:
- Kind
- Gentle
- Playful
- Good Hygiene
Turn Offs:
- Bad Hygiene
- Rough
- Gruff
- Rude
Nervous Habits:
- Curling her hair
- Looking into the opposite direction
Fears:
- Being alone
- Never finding her father
- Dying in a fire
Goals/Aspirations:
- Finding her Father
- Eating the biggest cookie ever
- Watching the sunrise on her last day in life.
Appearance:
If you first witness Yachiru, she will seem like she is only an 8 year old girl to you. Well, if you think that, then you are completely wrong. Yachiru is actually more than that, standing at the height of 4 feet and 1 inch. She weighs ninety-nine pounds, and is a very thin girl. Well not deathly, thin but she is skinny yet has meat on her bones. She is a small child, and her fingers are tiny as well. To you, she will be probably a small doll. To her, you will probably be a gigantic giant.
The little girl has pink hair that comes to her sides. Yet she usually ties it in a ponytail, and has her bangs trace her face. Her hair is cotton candy pink, and her eyes are a sweet chocolate brown. The innocence in her face, which is heart shaped. Her eyes sparkling with innocence, even though she has seen blood and torment. With thin eyebrows, she usually wears very cute clothing, mostly gothic lolita, or angelic lolita.
She usually wears a black and shirt, with long sleeves, with a red bow tying her hair into a ponytail. A black and red checkered skirt, with black socks, and black loafers. A darling smile usually on her face, her fingernails cut, and cleaned out. She radiates pureness, and innocence that not even she understands.
Personality:
At first sight you will possibly think Yachiru is a very stuck-up and girly kind of child. Yet that is not the case, Yachiru is dfferent from that sense. She is a very intellligent child, and is usually seen playing with other people. SHe often thinks of an animal that would best fit a person. Yet she gets into the most oddest situations. Often finding herself upside down, or in the weirdest of places. THe child is optimistic, always one to look at the bright side.
She is a kind child, always one to thinkof others before her self. Whenever someone is in danger, or is hurt. She is always the first to jump into action. Often one to shake her finger, and scold instead of fight. She will only fight when it is completley nessicary, and is of the upmost importance. She always thinks there is a bright light at the end of the dark tunnel.
That no matter how evil someone makes out to be, inside their heart will soar. [/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Kenpachi Zaraki/33/Alive
Mother: Unknown
Sibling/s: None
Other important relatives: None that she knows
Pets:None
History:
Yachiru was born to a gigantic man, and a small woman. She barely remembers anything about her mother. After her father was thrown into jail, her mother ran away with her. The two lived in Costa Rica, and her mother soon fell ill. Yachiru would sit in her crib, listening to her mother's gasps for air. When she learned how to crawl, the baby would pat her mother's head, as the woman coughed up blood. Her mother pushed her away, every day and she would sit from afar. Yachiru soon began to be interested with the outside word.
She would often crawl outside, and explore. Teetering past people who were near dying, those who were being shot. She would walk calmly, not noticing it at all. She hadn't even noticed the thugs going into her house. Yet, when she returned her house was on fire, she stared at the flames. Yet, even when people gathered and disperesed, nobody noticed the tears going down her face. She wiped her face, and began to run. She ran away from everything, looking for her father.
She wandered around that town, she was only six years old. Wars continued, and she ran away so she wouldn't be trampled. Yet was soon found by a kind old woman. She told the woman her story, and the woman raised her. When she finally turned 12, the woman guided her to an airport. Disappearing inside of the plane, she flew to La Campana. Yet, she looked for her father, telling people, she was confused. They told her so many different things, that she felt like giving up.
Yet, one person steered her to La Campana. Saying that is where all of the missing people went. Thanking the person, Yachiru opened a window, and dashed through. Running through the halls, she searched for her daddy.
Roleplaying Sample:
Washing her hair was such a chore, she grumbled to herself. Washing the pink mess was such a chore, she thought again. Washing out the sticky substance calling syrup, was bothersome in her eyes. Almost as if, somebody in this world was taunting her. She grimanced, staring into the mirror and lowered the towel. Noticing her hair was now laying against her back, like it was supposed too. She rolled her eyes, as she heard her father's voice ringing out to her.
Keeping the same smile on, all day was tiresome. She scratched her head, trying to find a loophole. Finding none, she planted the smile again, and turned on her heel. Making her way out of the bathroom, she guided herself down the steps. She soon realized, she stepped into a bone crushing hug. She couldn't make out a word, with all of his blubbering. Patting his head, as he sat her down, she waved goodbye. Turning on her heel, she made her way upstairs.
Opening the door, she flew to her bed, and sighed. They didn't pay her enough to do this.