Post by Ravenna on Jan 5, 2009 16:36:13 GMT -5
Name: Hime Koishii
Age: 16
Status: Poor Student
Grade: 9th grade
School: Ouran (from scholarship)
Gender: Female
Blood Type: B
Clubs: Ouran maybe?
Portrayal of Anime: Poor Student from Ouran Academy
Role Play Sample:
Hime Koishii sighed lightly, it was clear she was embarassed from transferring to this school. Yes, it clearly was a scholarship from the Suoh family that got her there today. She opened her eyes after a moment they were bright red. More of a blood colored red. They seemed to shine in the light from the rays of the sun. She would most definately stand out.
Hime was from a small city in France. Well, at least she thought it was small. She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to find a quiet place in the school. Every place she had been was incredibly loud, which made it awkward fir her.
She let her red gaze focus ahead of her, seeing her beautiful surroundings. Everything at Ouran seemed so beautiful. She took in breath of air now. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. She entered the school through the large doors, leaving the bright outside. The cooridors seemed brilliant too.
"Father . . . . if you were still alive, you wouldn't believe this." She crossed her arms looking around. Her mother was now seeing someone. Supposedly his daughter went to school here. "Fujioka . . . " she murmered. Indeed that was the last name of the man that her mother was seeing now.
She exhaled the breath that she had inhaled. "I wonder . . . we'll we become friends?" she murmered in a small querry. She crossed her arms as she walked. "I heard she's part of some type of a host club," she giggled lightly to herself. "I guess I should go check it out."
Hime walked a little more, til she came upon the doors that read music room number three. She smiled. "I presume this is the place." She brushed back her brunette hair, of course they would probably mistake her for a guy. Heck, from the outfit she wore, you couldn't really tell if she was female or not. She even wore a tie. Of course, she couldn't afford the school's uniforms.
They were so ridiculously priced that it wasn't even funny. She bit her bottom lip, opening the doors of music room three. "Here I go," she murmered in a silent prayer, hoping that she would live through today.
