Post by YOKO TAKAHASHI on Dec 11, 2010 14:47:45 GMT -5
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♦♦ the stars, the moon they have all been blown out
you left me in the dark
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]Yoko Takahashi[/size][/color]
NICKNAMES. None
AGE. 17 1/4
BIRTHDATE. August 5
GENDER. Femme
SEXUALITY. Straight
TRAINER CLASS. Trainer (League Contender)
- ORIGINAL OR CANON. Original
FACE CLAIM:JIGOKU SHOJO
[b]Ai Enma[/b] - [i]Yoko Takahashi[/i]
♦♦ no dawn, no day i'm always in this twilight
in the shadow of your heart
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]GENERAL PERSONALITY.[/b]
Yoko at first glance looks like some sort of tortured soul, a depressive girl who is angry or sad a lot. However, looks can be decieving, and in Yoko's case, they're very different than how she actually is.
Yoko is quite cocky, with an ego the size of a Snorlax. She is caustic and sarcastic, easily riled up and argumentative. She has a poisonous tongue, mostly in self-defense. However, she has a not-so-secret love of fluffy and cute things, especially if they're pink and frilly. She'll kick your butt if you make fun of her, though. She's feircely independant, and has a rough exterior. She thinks nothing twice of insulting you. She smirks, is more stubborn than a mule, and is completely a one-woman show. In summary...she's kind of a bitch.
She has a real fear of ghost pokemon, though, and is uncomfortable with dark areas, despite her tough demeanor. She likes people, although it's hard to tell if she likes them for the company or just for the verbal abuse she gives them. If you manage to stand her for more than four minutes, she's a loyal freind who will have your back. Maybe.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION.
Yoko has long, dark hair that is cut straight along the bottom, and straight bangs. She has dark red eyes that are usually squinting. A usual outfit for her is actually quite simple: A long-sleeved, navyish-black sailor shirt with a red scarf tied around the neck, and matching dark shorts. She wears long socks that also match the sailor suit and black Mary-Janes.
> Cute things
> Sweets
> Pink
> Making fun of others
> Antiques
> Mythology
> Winning
> Fighting / Battling
DISLIKES.
> Idiots
> Boys (They have cooties! Ew.)
> Losing
> Being nice
> Being used
> Hard work
> Sour food
GOALS.
To be the very best! That no one ever was! And also to win at everything forever.
FEARS.
Ghosts / Ghost Type Pokemon & The Dark
SECRETS.
Well, if I told you it wouldn't be a secret, now would it? (I.E. her fear of Ghosts)
HISTORY.
Yoko was born in Yanagi City to one Sai and Michiko Takahashi. She was an only child. Her parents were elitists in the extreme - hobnobbing with the rich and important despite the lack of funds themselves. The clawed thier way up to a fairly well-known status as Pokemon Contest Winners, and took great pride in thier Pokemon. They expected great things from their daughter, who they raised with great care. They gave her a Haunter as a present for her 13th birthday, hoping she would share Michiko's affinity for Ghost- and Psychic-type Pokemon. They hastily replaced it when said Haunter scared Yoko so badly she refused to sleep in her room for a week. They replaced her Haunter with a Pichu, and breathed a sigh of relief when Yoko and the Pichu got along famously. They did not know why the Haunter had spooked Yoko so badly, but ever since that day Yoko has been terrified of Ghost-types.
They were deeply disappointed when she showed no interest in contests, preferring battling to dressing up. After a few years of showing an aptitude for battling and expressing her desire to challenge gyms, her parents pursed thier lips and had a conversation with Yoko. They told her that, if she could beat her father's Pokemon in battle, they would agree to let her go off on her own.
Of course, Yoko's father had an ego bigger than Yoko and was positive that she would lose. Unfortunately, he hadn't battled in a while due to being partial to contests. She beat him without breaking a sweat. Grudgingly, Michiko and Sai had to admit that Yoko would be fine and thus, left her to her own devices.
Yoko would not be starting out as a complete beginner - she had a team and a purpose. As well, she had an attitude that would most likely repel half of the trainers in the world, anyways.
With that, Yoko headed off to start her own Pokemon adventure. And it had better have cake, or there would be hell to pay.
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♦♦ and in the dark i can hear your heartbeat
i tried to find the sound
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]YOUR ALIAS. Kat[/size][/color]
EXPERIENCE. A little under a year RPing.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None so far~ At least not on this board.
MEMBER TITLE. Darkly Deviant
CONTACT INFORMATION. PM~
OTHER INFORMATION. I liek mudkips.
SECRET PHRASE. Pretty Princess Oak!
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
This sample is from Flickering Souls - It's part of an Event Post that I think best describes my writing style :>
The structure was in the middle of nowhere. Literally. It was a place in and of itself. In fact, it was almost wrong to say it was “in” anywhere – it existed solely in the mind, in the heart, in the soul.
It looked like a typical hospital entrance, white washed and gloomy. The windows were grimy but intact, the walls dirty from age. The steps leading up to the large double doors were cracked and faded, worn smooth by many feet.
Bobby loved it.
This was her safe place, her sanctuary. She could hide here, gain solace. It was not the type of place one would imagine for someone like Bobby, true. But it worked.
Most people who knew Bobby would suppose her soul to look like something out of a Picasso or a Matisse – crazy, abstract, brightly colored, unrealistic, full of aliens or crazy imaginary creatures. This austere building was nothing they would expect.
Bobby stared at the familiar structure for a long while. It always surprised her, how it never seemed to change. She walked up to the doors and pushed them open.
Leaves from outside danced around her bare feet. Bobby noticed for the first time that she was wearing a simple white hospital gown, tied in the back. She smiled, smoothing the starched fabric with her hands. It was cotton, soft to the touch and absolutely spotless. She felt the material between her fingers at the hem. It was familiar, like a word on the tip of your tongue.
She glanced around the hallway, taking in the scene before her.
It was very quiet here; the only sound a far-away hum of some great machine. She could feel it beneath her feet, through the peeled-up carpet and rotten wood of the floor. Bobby walked down the hall, pausing at every doorway, looking in for a moment before withdrawing and continuing down the hall.
The humming was still quiet, but it was stronger here than it was at the entrance. It became louder as she moved.
“I’m looking for something,” Bobby said aloud. She placed her hand on the wall as she made her way, hand trailing and tracing long cracks. Her face pinched into confusion. “But…why? What am I looking for?” she mumbled, pausing with her hand still on the wall.
Her feet were not dirty, as one would expect from walking in such a decrepit place. They were pink and clean, as were her hands. Bobby didn’t fear the hospital. It held no frightening things, no flickering lights, no ghosts. Light streamed in from the windows, cheery and warm. The hallway was illuminated by square patches of sunlight, and ivy vines had begun to weave through the floorboards. The entire area was bathed in gold, signaling late afternoon.
No, that wasn’t true. It did hold one thing, one horrible thing.
Bobby began to walk again, taking her hand off of the wall. She stepped lightly in the wreckage, almost dancing in circles as she tip-toed around the larger debris. She held up her hands and kept her eyes lowered as she slowly came to the end of the hall. She was dancing at this point, spinning and laughing as she moved.
The hall ended.
The humming was the loudest here.
Bobby stopped her spinning. There was one door in front of her. It was slightly ajar.
Bobby did not open it at first. She stood there, her curly hair haloed around her face. It was even messier than usual, each strand backlit by the sunlight behind her. Her face, usually lit up by a goblin grin, was deadly serious.
Bobby hesitated, then opened the door.
♦♦ but then it stopped and i was in the darkness
so darkness I became
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