Post by Ravenna on Dec 30, 2008 21:52:06 GMT -5
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Character Name: Cross Shizukesa
Age: 16
Status: Rich student
Grade: 9th
School: Ouran
Gender: Female
Blood Type:AB
Clubs: Sometimes goes to Ouran Host Club, music club
Portrayal and Anime of Origin: She is portraying a freshman student at Ouran
Roleplay Sample:
Shizukesa sighed, playing with her hair slightly. What was today going to be like. Her violet gaze focused ahead of her as she took a few more steps through the halls of Ouran. She listened to the echos they made as they echoed off of the walls. It sure was quiet. It made her feel awkward, almost like she didn't belong.
She always wondered though, did she really belong in this world? She transferred schools often, and this shouldn't have been much of a change. Of course she was wealthy, though she wished to be a commoner. She glanced around the hall carefully. "It's quite pretty here," she murmered, her gaze lightening. "I think I'll like it here."
A first day transferring to this school shouldn't be hard. Just the fitting in part. Would anyone truly accept her? Her mother was a famous singer, and her father was wealthy company owner. She paused slightly, not walking forward anymore. "I wish father and mother didn't make me move so much," she murmered, her voice soft a velvety. She always had a pleasant voice. Soft as the wind as a child hood friend had once described it. Now, she had let go of those memories. This was the future. Her parents often told her that she shouldn't remember the past. Even though it hurt her she did. She wanted to remember. All the kind faces, all the friends she had once had. She never wanted to forget them. She smiled lightly. "Ouran High School," she murmered. "I wonder wwhat surprises will await me here." she let out a bell like laugh.
She turned a corner slightly, staring at her schedule. She took in a breath as she looked for the right room. Always having a horrible sense of directions, she knew now that she was lost. "I am so stupid," she murmered, feeling her hands clench into fists. She turned a corner, sighing. "Everything looks the same." her violet gaze flicked around the area. She smiled slightly, as she heard noise coming from a room labeled Music room 3. "Hopefully someone there can instruct me on the right direction to go."
She approached the doors carefully, the large doors seemed quite intimidating to her. She lifted her fist to knock, but stopped as the doors opened, rose petals blowing in her face. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling her long silver hair being blown back. When she opened her eyes, she found her mouth open slightly, definately hanging agape. Only one thought raced through her mind. 'Is this really Ouran High School?'
Character Name: Cross Shizukesa
Age: 16
Status: Rich student
Grade: 9th
School: Ouran
Gender: Female
Blood Type:AB
Clubs: Sometimes goes to Ouran Host Club, music club
Portrayal and Anime of Origin: She is portraying a freshman student at Ouran
Roleplay Sample:
Shizukesa sighed, playing with her hair slightly. What was today going to be like. Her violet gaze focused ahead of her as she took a few more steps through the halls of Ouran. She listened to the echos they made as they echoed off of the walls. It sure was quiet. It made her feel awkward, almost like she didn't belong.
She always wondered though, did she really belong in this world? She transferred schools often, and this shouldn't have been much of a change. Of course she was wealthy, though she wished to be a commoner. She glanced around the hall carefully. "It's quite pretty here," she murmered, her gaze lightening. "I think I'll like it here."
A first day transferring to this school shouldn't be hard. Just the fitting in part. Would anyone truly accept her? Her mother was a famous singer, and her father was wealthy company owner. She paused slightly, not walking forward anymore. "I wish father and mother didn't make me move so much," she murmered, her voice soft a velvety. She always had a pleasant voice. Soft as the wind as a child hood friend had once described it. Now, she had let go of those memories. This was the future. Her parents often told her that she shouldn't remember the past. Even though it hurt her she did. She wanted to remember. All the kind faces, all the friends she had once had. She never wanted to forget them. She smiled lightly. "Ouran High School," she murmered. "I wonder wwhat surprises will await me here." she let out a bell like laugh.
She turned a corner slightly, staring at her schedule. She took in a breath as she looked for the right room. Always having a horrible sense of directions, she knew now that she was lost. "I am so stupid," she murmered, feeling her hands clench into fists. She turned a corner, sighing. "Everything looks the same." her violet gaze flicked around the area. She smiled slightly, as she heard noise coming from a room labeled Music room 3. "Hopefully someone there can instruct me on the right direction to go."
She approached the doors carefully, the large doors seemed quite intimidating to her. She lifted her fist to knock, but stopped as the doors opened, rose petals blowing in her face. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling her long silver hair being blown back. When she opened her eyes, she found her mouth open slightly, definately hanging agape. Only one thought raced through her mind. 'Is this really Ouran High School?'
