Post by Amaya Sayuri on Apr 15, 2012 22:57:19 GMT -5
Name: Amaya Sayuri
Gender: Female.
Age: 16
Year in school: Fifth Year
School Attending: St. Lulim. Lives outside of the school
Partner: No
Room mate: None
Appearance: Amaya is a girl who is tall for her age with a very petite body. She keeps an athletic appearance, her demeanor is often hostile looking to strangers, except when she's at the club, where she puts on the mask of a cheery and upbeat DJ.
Hair color: Blonde with a tint of orange
Hair style: Straight and long
Eye color: Purple
Height: 5'7"
Dress: St. Lulim
Glasses: No
Personality: Amaya's life revolves around 2 M's, music and money, and for her, those two are completely related. Her attachment to all things of high value is what makes her the girl she i:, cold-hearted, manipulative, cunning, and clever. Though far from perfect, the blonde is arrogant and selfish beyond belief, putting herself above everything else. Her job at the night club appeals to her greed and her ego as she brings in crowds the nights she spends as the DJ and the owner of the building more than happy to give Amaya generous profits for her work.
The girl tends to be less generous towards her fans, however, taking only those that seem connected or strike her fancy that night back to her own apartment. In her eyes, she's living the dream, days and nights of fun, occasionally interrupted by the monotony of school, which she spends sizing up girls at Le Rim. Amaya is never one to get too emotional about anything other than her music and money, but when she wants something, she'll get it, and that goes for girls as well. The thrill of the chase is what drives her, and afterwards, she's done with them. A succubus in her own right, the blonde tends to have a mixed reputation anywhere and everywhere she goes.
View of the Etoiles: Amaya couldn't care less about either Etoile, finding the role pointless since she would be gone in a few yours.
View of other schools: She doesn't care for any of the schools, holding no particular love for Lulim either, finding the frilly outfit rather annoying.
History: A girl bred in a very high-class family, Amaya was taught the disciplines and doctrines of her family's culture. Her parents were extremely serious about her education, often pushing her to become successful, not for her own well-being, but to bolster the reputation of their family name within the area they lived. The regimens were often cruel and punishing the small girl, early morning and late nights studying in school and studying at home. Punished for the smallest things at the highest degree, she soon learned to stop compassion and fear, picked up new traits, less child-like traits.
Self-taught was the art of manipulation and deceit, to keep away from the beatings of her family while able to escape the regimens of work. She never learned to love anything but the cash her parents held out for her and the music she so often heard. Cutesy things bored her, and the only thing fun was to get more money and spend it on something high-end.
Sample post: Amaya entered the club with her shades still on, the bouncer opening the door for her as she entered. She wore black jeans with a white dress shirt and vest, but no matter what she wore, the crowd went wild when she entered the room.. Putting on a smile, blonde-haired girl stepped up onto the stage and grabbed her headphones, checking the systems before she began to play.
Looking into the crowd, she recognized a few girls from Astraea Hill and other regulars who frequented the club. Whether it was on days she only played on or just circumstance, she didn't know, and really didn't care. Instead she began the lights, the audience going quiet as they dimmed. It gave her immense satisfaction to garner such a reaction from the crowd, making her feel like she had complete control.
"Good evening everyone!" She yelled into the mic before beginning the starting beat, which transformed into a complicated series of rhythms. Eventually, she had the entire dance floor on the ground filled with bobbing heads and waving hands as the lights and lasers flashed every which way with the full capacity of the speakers blasting her music. Nodding her head to the beat, she watched the crowd with extreme satisfaction. She loved the attention she garnered, nothing giving her as much sense of fulfillment as the job in the club.
At the end of the night, she took her pay and got into her car, ignoring the fan girls that waited for her for however long. They would wait hours by her car to see which one of them would be taken home for the night, if any, as she had a reputation for taking girls home. Tonight, she didn't feel like any of the girls met up to her standards and decided to leave them in the dark, driving home.
How did you find us?
Gender: Female.
Age: 16
Year in school: Fifth Year
School Attending: St. Lulim. Lives outside of the school
Partner: No
Room mate: None
Appearance: Amaya is a girl who is tall for her age with a very petite body. She keeps an athletic appearance, her demeanor is often hostile looking to strangers, except when she's at the club, where she puts on the mask of a cheery and upbeat DJ.
Hair color: Blonde with a tint of orange
Hair style: Straight and long
Eye color: Purple
Height: 5'7"
Dress: St. Lulim
Glasses: No
Personality: Amaya's life revolves around 2 M's, music and money, and for her, those two are completely related. Her attachment to all things of high value is what makes her the girl she i:, cold-hearted, manipulative, cunning, and clever. Though far from perfect, the blonde is arrogant and selfish beyond belief, putting herself above everything else. Her job at the night club appeals to her greed and her ego as she brings in crowds the nights she spends as the DJ and the owner of the building more than happy to give Amaya generous profits for her work.
The girl tends to be less generous towards her fans, however, taking only those that seem connected or strike her fancy that night back to her own apartment. In her eyes, she's living the dream, days and nights of fun, occasionally interrupted by the monotony of school, which she spends sizing up girls at Le Rim. Amaya is never one to get too emotional about anything other than her music and money, but when she wants something, she'll get it, and that goes for girls as well. The thrill of the chase is what drives her, and afterwards, she's done with them. A succubus in her own right, the blonde tends to have a mixed reputation anywhere and everywhere she goes.
View of the Etoiles: Amaya couldn't care less about either Etoile, finding the role pointless since she would be gone in a few yours.
View of other schools: She doesn't care for any of the schools, holding no particular love for Lulim either, finding the frilly outfit rather annoying.
History: A girl bred in a very high-class family, Amaya was taught the disciplines and doctrines of her family's culture. Her parents were extremely serious about her education, often pushing her to become successful, not for her own well-being, but to bolster the reputation of their family name within the area they lived. The regimens were often cruel and punishing the small girl, early morning and late nights studying in school and studying at home. Punished for the smallest things at the highest degree, she soon learned to stop compassion and fear, picked up new traits, less child-like traits.
Self-taught was the art of manipulation and deceit, to keep away from the beatings of her family while able to escape the regimens of work. She never learned to love anything but the cash her parents held out for her and the music she so often heard. Cutesy things bored her, and the only thing fun was to get more money and spend it on something high-end.
Sample post: Amaya entered the club with her shades still on, the bouncer opening the door for her as she entered. She wore black jeans with a white dress shirt and vest, but no matter what she wore, the crowd went wild when she entered the room.. Putting on a smile, blonde-haired girl stepped up onto the stage and grabbed her headphones, checking the systems before she began to play.
Looking into the crowd, she recognized a few girls from Astraea Hill and other regulars who frequented the club. Whether it was on days she only played on or just circumstance, she didn't know, and really didn't care. Instead she began the lights, the audience going quiet as they dimmed. It gave her immense satisfaction to garner such a reaction from the crowd, making her feel like she had complete control.
"Good evening everyone!" She yelled into the mic before beginning the starting beat, which transformed into a complicated series of rhythms. Eventually, she had the entire dance floor on the ground filled with bobbing heads and waving hands as the lights and lasers flashed every which way with the full capacity of the speakers blasting her music. Nodding her head to the beat, she watched the crowd with extreme satisfaction. She loved the attention she garnered, nothing giving her as much sense of fulfillment as the job in the club.
At the end of the night, she took her pay and got into her car, ignoring the fan girls that waited for her for however long. They would wait hours by her car to see which one of them would be taken home for the night, if any, as she had a reputation for taking girls home. Tonight, she didn't feel like any of the girls met up to her standards and decided to leave them in the dark, driving home.
How did you find us?
