Post by Chitose Miyako on Aug 4, 2009 23:53:13 GMT -5
GIVE SADNESS A SAILOR SMILE
stitch in your knitted brow
and you don't know how
you're gonna get it out
crushed under heavy chest
BRING A MIRACLE, A SAILOR WING
Character Name: Chitose Miyako
Name Meaning: Thousand Years Beautiful Night Child
Senshi/Shitennou Name: Sailor Kali
Age: Seventeen
Birthdate:August 27
EVERYONE CARRIES A SHINING STAR
Personality:
Miyako isn’t the most emotionally-responsive of girls. Actually, her public persona is a bit of a flat heart-rate monitor, if you know what I mean. She smiles, frowns, laughs, what ever she needs to do, when it is expected, but it is never as large or as real as anyone else’s. She would say that she has learned to control herself. Like with everything else in life, emotion needs to be done in moderation; even if she cannot do just about anything else in moderation.
However, Miyako’s real personality? It is a pretty fiery little thing, all passion and need and want. Her holding back, well, it builds up after awhile and gives her anxiety attacks, awful snaps in temper. Never is any of this in public, she makes sure to shut herself up in her bedroom or in a bathroom. Miyako is never quite certain what she is really feeling until the explosion of emotions, and then it is too much to really feel anything.
While Miyako tries to stand out with her physical appearance, she tries to pull back with her personality. Why? Her parents—her mother wants her to be “free” and to “express herself”, while her father wants a proper lady. Miyako has no idea what she wants from herself, and instead puts on both masks at once. As she walks along the street with whatever wild hair she has on, she does it with grace and serenity.
Physical Appearance:
In walks Chitose Miyako, pretty little thing with fabulous hair, or at least that’s how Miyako likes to imagine it-in reality, most of the time when she walks into the room, no one notices her. Not for lack of trying though, Miyako has done everything in her power to make herself noticeable, outside of the things she cannot change. Her height for one helps keep her undetected, she’s not short, but she’s not exactly tall. She’s pretty much average. Her body type? Well, it isn’t the body of the model or someone with much meat—she’s muscular, but not beefy. She’s an average girl height and build-wise, has some chest, has some hips, not too much, but not boyishly small either.
To make up for it? Miyako dyes her hair like no tomorrow, her father rather hates it (being, as she puts it stodgy and traditional) and her mother affords the boxes of dye (just to spite her husband). Currently, Miyako’s hair is two different colors: dirty blonde, which is as pale as she could get it while she was bleaching it (she didn’t leave it in for long enough), and cotton-candy pink. The latter color is just the tinge of her fringe, she wanted to color her entire head the color (she’d seen a girl in the park with it), but her father came into the bathroom and put his foot down—right in the dye, ruining it. The hair she constantly dyes, also changes length frequently. As is, Miyako’s hair is shoulder-length, multi-layered, with straight across fringe.
Strengths: While Miyako might see herself as a girl riddled with weaknesses, she can occasionally recognize something that is a strength.
First and foremost, her ability to play electric guitar—how many seventeen year old girls can play as well as she does? Though her father doesn’t admit it, he is rather proud of her (it was his instrument in the band he met Kiku in). Her mother is very vocal about her pride in Miyako’s riffs and mad-chord skills.
Something her father values in her, vocally, is her serenity, her ability to be quiet, to stand in a center of the room and demand attention with her graceful presence, rather than a loud and childish voice or tantrum. She is calm and ladylike, which comes in handy in situations where everyone else is losing their head.
Miyako is very good at staying in touch with reality, unlike many of her classmates who drift into romantic daydreams about the boy or girl across the room, Miyako stays firmly planted in the world around her.
Chameleon, Miyako is able, because of her lack of a strong self-image, to fit into almost any situation.
Pleasant, because of her serenity and her chameleon-like nature, Miyako is a very pleasant person typically to be around, she makes friends easily and moves through social situations with grace.
Weaknesses: Miyako is very aware she is a flawed individual, and because of that, takes all of her weaknesses very seriously, which are something her parents often like to point out (her father more so than her mother).
First, and possibly her father’s least favorite of her weaknesses, is her sloth. She is an utterly, abhorrently lazy girl when it comes right down to it. She has no motivation one way or another, which is probably why she has allowed her parents so easily to shape her.
Her mother would consider her “moderate emotional standpoint” a weakness, and Miyako quite agrees with this. Her inability to express herself leads to violent temper tantrums, and lots of energy and time lost over something she should have just expressed outright.
Physically Miyako isn’t exactly a sickly invalid; however, she probably would not be very good at taking care of herself in any sort of physical confrontation. She has no idea how to fight and no real experience fighting. She’d probably just fall over and play dead possum.
Miyako is not a leader, she is certainly a follower, and while she might be able to keep a cool head in a situation, she is awful at coming up with solutions or ideas to deal with problems.
Miyako’s biggest weakness is her parents, not the people they are exactly, but her parent’s support and acceptance of who she is. She wants to be the best person she can be for them, and whenever one of them is disappointed in her, she tends to fall into a bit of a depression.
Dreams: Miyako isn’t sure what her dream is, her mother wants her to do something daring—go away to college, run away abroad, join a grunge rock band. Her father? He’d like it if she got married, but if she had to have a job, something like a nurse would not be unacceptable. Miyako doesn’t really want to be a nurse or join a band. She wants to get through high school in one piece, she’d also like to discover what she likes, on her own.
Habits: Miyako has a lot of habits, even though she does not allow herself to fidget much in public, being a proper lady and instead, she has little subtle gestures that aren’t quite fidgets, as her habits.
Running her fingers through her hair is Miyako’s most time consuming habit, because she can get away with the occasion brush in public, and when she is at home, she plays with her hair quite a lot. She does this particularly when she is pleased about something or thinking, it is not often a gesture she’ll do when annoyed.
Instead, when she is annoyed, Miyako bites her bottom lip, it is subtle gesture of teeth just scraping over the pink flesh of her lip. She is usually unaware of this habit, unless she is really annoyed and comes home with a sore lip from all of the teeth-lip action.
One last little habit of Miyako’s comes from years of playing electric guitar, whatever surface she can find, or even on the back of her wrist, she will practice chords. She gets rather embarrassed when she is caught doing this.
Likes:
Electric guitar—it is something her mother gave her, and something her mother has instilled great reverence and love into.
Crocheting, this was at first a task that annoyed the daylights out of Miyako. Her father wanted her to learn, seeing it is useful for a good wife. After awhile though, seven years or so, Miyako has found crocheting to be an actually very comforting pastime.
Her hair, big surprise, Miyako likes the artistic license she has with her hair. Bright colors and different styles, sometimes Miyako thinks she is actually expressing who she is under all of her masks.
Tea, plain and simple, Miyako likes tea. It is her preferred drink of choice (far above pop and that sort of teeth rotting beverage).
Miyako also loves her diary, she doesn’t write in it often, but she loves the look and feel of the small book, as well as the idea that she could write in it if she wanted. It Is more of a tool that she enjoys to have, rather than use.
Dislikes:
First and foremost—anything super sweet and sugary, candy or soda is Miyako’s number one enemy. As a kid she loved the stuff and her mother would give her tons and tons of sweets, but now? She overdosed at a friend’s house once, had the worst stomach ache and now she can’t look at the stuff without feeling queasy.
Romance stories, they bother Miyako, mostly because she isn’t a romantic. She doesn’t see the need for romance in her life and prefers being alone to her father’s dream that she’ll be married and starting a proper family as soon as possible.
Really fashion-oriented girls, now Miyako likes fashion, she likes to dress up, but she cannot stand girls who just blab on and on about the latest designer or their newest handbag. It is just a rather minor annoyance, but Miyako really cannot stand it.
Miyako dislikes roses, because she is fairly allergic to the flower, breaks out in hives and can’t breath and the whole nine yards.
Bunnies are also something Miyako is not a fan of. She thinks the little animals are rather terrifying (probably because she got bit, badly by one when she was five).
History:
Once upon a time there were two young lovers: Hibiki and Kiku. They were in a punk grunge band together in high school, vowed to be bad to the bone till death did the part, unlike their straight and narrow folks. They weren’t in any way shape or form going to be traditional—until Kiku found out she was pregnant, unmarried and with a child. Hibiki’s parents urged him to marry the girl, to raise the child and to get a job—to be a real man, they told him. Everything that he had stood against, everything conventional suddenly looked a whole lot rosier with his parents offering to help raise the child, give them money, until they were on their feet financially.
Miyako was born at two-thirty-six in the morning, the moon was covered by a cloud and her wails came seconds later then the nurse wanted. She was born an entire month too early, but her parents fell in love with her on first glance. Her hair was a dark black tuft, the color both shared (though Kiku’s was bleached blonde at the time), and her eyes were warm chocolate brown. Hibiki took a job at his father’s law firm and Kiku took care of Miyako during the day.
While Hibiki slowly grew more and more corporate, Kiku exposed their child to all levels of rock, from all around the world, even to some heavy-metal. She vowed to one day teach her daughter to play the electric guitar, to have a real rocker in the house. Hibiki began to put his foot down, uncomfortable with the wild nature that he had once shared with his life, not wanting his daughter to one day find herself in the same situation her mother had been in.
As she grew, her parents pulled her two ways. Her father grew more and more conservative by the day, keeping his hair short, and his beard shaven. Her mother wasn’t quite the wild child she’d been as a girl, but she pushed old records onto her daughter, regaled her with stories of the band, and bought her an electric guitar.
Miyako didn’t know what to think, her friends tended to scoff at her mother, but secretly worship her; they liked her father, but found him boring. So? She became a mix of what they wanted—she dyed her hair, kept her physical appearance a bit on edge, but she was the perfect lady in speech and stance.
TO TOMORROW, A SAILOR YELL
Elemental Power: Time
Transformation Sequence: Grasping the delicate bracelet on her wrist, the charm in the center of her palm, Miyako lifts her hands towards the sky. Lifting her voice with her hand, she shouts “Kali Mirror Power!” pauses, closes her eyes, and finished with: “Make-UP!” Beneath her the ground grows dark, slowly creeping up over her legs, wrapping around her like ribbons on a birthday present. As they envelop her in their grasp, her clothing melts away, and the dark ribbons turn silver and maroon. Once she is completely wrapped in the ribbon energy, an image of a clock forms beneath her feet, ticking away until it hits 12:00, when it hits this time, the ribbons burst away as if exploding from the inside, dissolving into glitter as they fly. Left standing where Chitose Miyako once was, is now Sailor Kali.
Uniform Description: See picture <3
Special Items: On a small bracelet that Miyako never goes anywhere without, she wears one charm—a small circular maroon charm with the Mahakeli Yantra carved into the surface in silver—this is her henshin item.
Attack Name: “The curse of dark time!”
Description of Attack: Lifting one finger to her lips, Sailor Kali whispers this attack. It is an attack reminiscent of the Senshi she mirrors. At the tip of her finger a bright silver ball begins to form, the larger it gets, the more the wind seems to whip around the warrior. Once it grows to the size of her head, she pulls her hand down, the silver ball sparking maroon, glittering and glowing with power. With a flick of her wrist, as if she were throwing a bowling ball, Sailor Kali hurls the attack at her enemy, and if it hits it freezes the enemy, wrapping them in an energy that slows down and pauses time. After a minute of being trapped in a the frozen state of dark time however, the energy will glow brighter, burn hotter and explode, freeing their victim, but also physically wounding them.
I WILL CATCH IT, THE SAILOR STAR
Your Name: La
Secret Phrase: Galaxia Power, Make Up!
How Did You Find Us?: I used to play with all of you, but I didn’t rejoin immediately… But I couldn’t resist coming back in the end! I blame Bekuki though, it is all her fault.
Roleplaying Sample: From ANGEL MOLD?!, where I play Ozanne Price/Sailor Ater.
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As the shadows dispersed, she made her way to the chaotic scene that was unfolding. Grabbing a child who was rushing away from the scene, Ater grinned, like the wolf that she was. "Having fun? Aren't these things just a rush?"
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