Post by noriko on Oct 12, 2011 14:20:48 GMT -5
Name: Manami Noriko (strawberries)
Gender: Female.
Age: 14 years
Year in school:
Third year.
School Attending: St. Spica Girls' Institute.
Partner: none *sigh*
Room mate: none (Really hoping that this will change soon. Having no roomie is no fun! As stated by Tamao- Chan herself.)
Appearance:
Hair color: Light brown.
Hair style: Short-ish, almost shoulder-high, maybe just a tad higher than that. Mostly silky and smooth, a bit messy around the edges. No ribbons. Seriously, anything but ribbons.
Eye color: Darkened Orange
Height: 1.69 CM.
www.fastup.co.il/images/10423996.jpg
Dress: Spica dress, complete with black pantyhose and white basic heelless shoes.
In addition to school uniform-
Sleepwear- Long, black and frilly night gown, with long sleeves.
Everyday wear- Light blue summer dress, with criss-crossed straps on the back and the tiniest white butterfly just under the chest line, to the left (hardly even noticeable. You'll have to look real-hard in order to spot it.)
Swimsuit- A plain green one piece, with white dots.
Jewelry- Sapphire earrings
glasses: No
Personality: At first glance, it may appear as if Noriko is fearless. She often rushes into things. seemingly without giving them any thought whatsoever. Few people realize that this is, in fact, her way of hiding her own insecurities. Noriko is quite selfish, putting her own good before anyone else's. She's having a hard time trusting other people, but once she considers someone as her friend, there isn't much she wouldn't do for him/her. Being an only child, Noriko protects her privacy at all cost. She also hates sharing. Noriko doesn't like animals (too cute for her liking) as well as sweets. She is very respectful towards adults and older girls, and would not show any respect at all towards the ones younger than herself.
Living 5 years in Italy, she is fluence in Italian. As a child, Noriko was forced to attened Ballet lessons (a detail she'll never reveal or admit), and while hating every second of it and quitting the minute she had the chance, she cannot erase the graceful way in which she is moving around. Her parents also signed her for choir lessons, but it soon became clear that Noriko is completly tone deaf (much to her relive. She really just wanted to be left alone.)
History:
Her Great-Grandmother had attended St. Spica.
Her Grandmother had attended St. Spica.
Her mother had attended St. Spica.
All three of her older cousins did.
It was clear to everyone in the wealthy Manami family that Noriko will follow this path. Clear to everyone but Noriko herself.
Somehow, she always knew deep down inside her heart that this is inevitable. The path was chosen for her since birth (No, she would reflect bitterly, even before that.) The road leading to her future has been already completely paved in cold, ancient stone. No detours, no shortcuts, no secret passages.
Noriko knew this all too well, but for five glorious years she'd been able to escape this faith, to run freely in an entirely new direction: Never there was a child so happy to discover about his parents forthcoming divorce.
Her father had a mistress in Italy, the same country he used to visit 8 times a year for 'business purposes'. The whole story simply got out of hand when her mother found out. She was devastated. So devastated, that she expressed little to none resistance when her husband insisted upon taking their only daughter with him, to Italy.
"You are in no condition to be looking after yourself, let alone a reckless 9 year old" And she really wasn't. So Noriko got 5 years all to herself. Her dad was too absorbed in his new, gorgeous (and young, so very young!) former Italian mistress and now new wife to be bothered with her upbringing. The both of them enrolled her in one of Italy's most prestigious academy, eager to have the house (a mansion, really) all to themselves.
Noriko didn't mind. For the first time in her short life she was doing something else, something new, something that was all Noriko's. No more stories about her Great-Grandmother becoming an Etoile, her Grandmother becoming the youngest student council president in the history of the school, her own mother playing year after year after year as the lead in all of the strawberry dorms plays. She hated those endless stories. She couldn't help feeling haunted. But as much as Noriko despised the old stories, she couldn't stand the new ones, the ones her mother worte for her- every night, without fail, her mother would brush Noriko's long, brown, hair. "Ah, Noriko.", she would sigh absent-mindedly, "You've such long, beautiful hair. I can't wait for your first day at St. Spica! I can already see you in that pure, pure uniform, your hair tied in two neat braids. I will use your own Great-grandmother Etoile ribbon. Just like my mother did for me, and her mother did for her, and you'll no doubt do for your child, as well. I can picture it all so clearly. Can't you?" No. Noriko couldn't. Noriko wouldn't. No matter were she looked, all she could see was the pure white Spica uniform mocking her.
So naturally she couldn't be happier finding out that her new school does not have a dressing code. Nor did it have too many other codes. "The young ladies attending this fine institute all come from the best families out there, so we rarely encounter any behavioral issues over here as it is. We strongly believe that young ladies must be given full freedom in order to truly express their superiority and decorum." Noriko did not understand half of what the headmistress said to her father, she didn't need to- just hearing the word 'freedom' was enough.
She had spent the next 5 years of her life without curfews, without punishments, without orders. The 'Biata-Maria Sanctuary for Young Female Scholars' Happened to be extremely close to the Neighboring 'Augustus Hall for Young Gentleman", and it was a right of passage, so to speak, to sneak out to the orchard the two schools shared for a stolen kiss or two. And those kisses tasted like eternal freedom.
Which is why Noriko refused to believe it when she first opened the package. It was waiting on her bed, in her own room in the dorms. (No sharing rooms in Biata-Maria- each girl enjoyed full privacy) It looked harmless enough, and she opened it eagrly. Could it be that this year father actually remembered her birthday? Too late she realized that the stamps and address were not from Italy. The first thing she saw was the ribbon. This blue as the skies ribbon she knew all to well. The second thing she saw was the plane ticket. A one way ticket straight back to her old life. She saw the letter last, recognizing her mother's too neat handwrite.
"My dearest Noriko. Forgive me for failing you. As you may or may not know, not long after your father's departure I came to my senses, realizing all the wrongs I was causing you, my dear innocent dove. I tried convincing your dad that you belong with me, but he wouldn't hear it- 'the girl already started school here, I cannot turn her life upside again just for the sake of your selfish whims.' I was so ashamed of myself. I figured I had no claim over you, I feared that I have lost you forever.
I cannot describe my feelings when your father called me last month and asked for me to take you back! I am so glad that this filthy wife of his does not wants you around now that she's carrying his child. This was the miracle I've been waiting for. Now you shall be mine again, now you'll go back to where you truly belong, where your roots are found. You'll get back the life I've always dreamed you'll have. I hope you can forgive me for missing the first two years of scholl, hopefully the rest of your years in St. Spica will make up for that. I will not be able to meet with you before school starts, but know that you are always in my heart."
Everything instantly became a blur. The new baby (which no one bothered to mention to her.) going back, leaving Italy. No, she will not be a powerless pawn. She will not go! Noriko tried calling her father immediately. He never answered his phone. She marched straight into the headmistress office, just to find out that as of the following day, she will no longer count as a registered student- her father simply stopped paying the school. Her room was to be assigned to a new girl the very same day. "I've been told that you are to leave tonight." The headmistress informed her coldly, before escorting her to a waiting cab, in wich all of her belongings were already packed and stored. It was all happening too fast. Like a dream. No, like a nightmare. She had no other choice, no other path. There was nothing she could do. Except for one thing.
In the cab heading at full speed towards the airport, Noriko cut off her long, glorious hair. Maybe they could make her wear the stupid outfit, maybe they could make her attend that horrible, all-girls prison, but they'll never tie up her hair with that coursed ribbon. Never.
Sample post:
She hated airplanes food. It didn't even matter that she was traveling first class. Objectively, she could tell that the meal in front of her (three whole courses, a bowl of exotic fruits, three layers chocolate cake and some sort of freshly squeezed orange juice) was basically flawless, probably prepared by a world renowned chef, and yet she couldn't take a single bite.
"Is something wrong, sweetie?" One of the stewardess smiled at her direction. She was an American, Noriko guessed, and was about 25. Her smile was too wide, her teeth too white and her interest too fake. Noriko knew that her father had paid extra money just to make sure that her flight would be as comfortable as possible. She also knew that the stewardess knew it. Noriko smiled politely and nod her head in negation, not really in the mood for a forced conversation. "But you haven't touched a thing!" she exclaimed loudly, pointing at the full tray.
Noriko took one bite of a fruit that seemed to look like an apple but tasted, for some reason, like eggs. She swallowed hard, and not just because of the revolting taste.
In a few hours this plane will land. At the airport a cab will be waiting for her. This cab will take her directly to St. Spica. She couldn't help it. Certainly there was nothing to be done now, but Noriko couldn't help but wondering to herself- was there ever a time when something might've been done? Was there ever a moment when she could have changed the course of her life? No, she will not think about it. Knowing how hopeless she really was couldn't possibly cheer her up, ad she needed all the cheering she could moister up. She was so busy trying not to think that she didn't even realized that the plane has finally landed. The stewardess had to shake her gently. She cringed immediately, not welcoming the touch of a stranger. The stewardess didn't seem to notice, or maybe she just didn't care. "We're here!" Noriko didn't think it was possible, but the stewardess smile just got even bigger. "Welcome home!" And hearing this one sentences was worse then being touched by a dozen strangers.
How did you find us? I just finished watching the anime for the third time, and felt this emptiness inside of me, so I simply googled "Strawberry Panic RPG". So glad I found you guys!
*I really hope that's ok. can't wait to join you guys!*
Gender: Female.
Age: 14 years
Year in school:
Third year.
School Attending: St. Spica Girls' Institute.
Partner: none *sigh*
Room mate: none (Really hoping that this will change soon. Having no roomie is no fun! As stated by Tamao- Chan herself.)
Appearance:
Hair color: Light brown.
Hair style: Short-ish, almost shoulder-high, maybe just a tad higher than that. Mostly silky and smooth, a bit messy around the edges. No ribbons. Seriously, anything but ribbons.
Eye color: Darkened Orange
Height: 1.69 CM.
www.fastup.co.il/images/10423996.jpg
Dress: Spica dress, complete with black pantyhose and white basic heelless shoes.
In addition to school uniform-
Sleepwear- Long, black and frilly night gown, with long sleeves.
Everyday wear- Light blue summer dress, with criss-crossed straps on the back and the tiniest white butterfly just under the chest line, to the left (hardly even noticeable. You'll have to look real-hard in order to spot it.)
Swimsuit- A plain green one piece, with white dots.
Jewelry- Sapphire earrings
glasses: No
Personality: At first glance, it may appear as if Noriko is fearless. She often rushes into things. seemingly without giving them any thought whatsoever. Few people realize that this is, in fact, her way of hiding her own insecurities. Noriko is quite selfish, putting her own good before anyone else's. She's having a hard time trusting other people, but once she considers someone as her friend, there isn't much she wouldn't do for him/her. Being an only child, Noriko protects her privacy at all cost. She also hates sharing. Noriko doesn't like animals (too cute for her liking) as well as sweets. She is very respectful towards adults and older girls, and would not show any respect at all towards the ones younger than herself.
Living 5 years in Italy, she is fluence in Italian. As a child, Noriko was forced to attened Ballet lessons (a detail she'll never reveal or admit), and while hating every second of it and quitting the minute she had the chance, she cannot erase the graceful way in which she is moving around. Her parents also signed her for choir lessons, but it soon became clear that Noriko is completly tone deaf (much to her relive. She really just wanted to be left alone.)
History:
Her Great-Grandmother had attended St. Spica.
Her Grandmother had attended St. Spica.
Her mother had attended St. Spica.
All three of her older cousins did.
It was clear to everyone in the wealthy Manami family that Noriko will follow this path. Clear to everyone but Noriko herself.
Somehow, she always knew deep down inside her heart that this is inevitable. The path was chosen for her since birth (No, she would reflect bitterly, even before that.) The road leading to her future has been already completely paved in cold, ancient stone. No detours, no shortcuts, no secret passages.
Noriko knew this all too well, but for five glorious years she'd been able to escape this faith, to run freely in an entirely new direction: Never there was a child so happy to discover about his parents forthcoming divorce.
Her father had a mistress in Italy, the same country he used to visit 8 times a year for 'business purposes'. The whole story simply got out of hand when her mother found out. She was devastated. So devastated, that she expressed little to none resistance when her husband insisted upon taking their only daughter with him, to Italy.
"You are in no condition to be looking after yourself, let alone a reckless 9 year old" And she really wasn't. So Noriko got 5 years all to herself. Her dad was too absorbed in his new, gorgeous (and young, so very young!) former Italian mistress and now new wife to be bothered with her upbringing. The both of them enrolled her in one of Italy's most prestigious academy, eager to have the house (a mansion, really) all to themselves.
Noriko didn't mind. For the first time in her short life she was doing something else, something new, something that was all Noriko's. No more stories about her Great-Grandmother becoming an Etoile, her Grandmother becoming the youngest student council president in the history of the school, her own mother playing year after year after year as the lead in all of the strawberry dorms plays. She hated those endless stories. She couldn't help feeling haunted. But as much as Noriko despised the old stories, she couldn't stand the new ones, the ones her mother worte for her- every night, without fail, her mother would brush Noriko's long, brown, hair. "Ah, Noriko.", she would sigh absent-mindedly, "You've such long, beautiful hair. I can't wait for your first day at St. Spica! I can already see you in that pure, pure uniform, your hair tied in two neat braids. I will use your own Great-grandmother Etoile ribbon. Just like my mother did for me, and her mother did for her, and you'll no doubt do for your child, as well. I can picture it all so clearly. Can't you?" No. Noriko couldn't. Noriko wouldn't. No matter were she looked, all she could see was the pure white Spica uniform mocking her.
So naturally she couldn't be happier finding out that her new school does not have a dressing code. Nor did it have too many other codes. "The young ladies attending this fine institute all come from the best families out there, so we rarely encounter any behavioral issues over here as it is. We strongly believe that young ladies must be given full freedom in order to truly express their superiority and decorum." Noriko did not understand half of what the headmistress said to her father, she didn't need to- just hearing the word 'freedom' was enough.
She had spent the next 5 years of her life without curfews, without punishments, without orders. The 'Biata-Maria Sanctuary for Young Female Scholars' Happened to be extremely close to the Neighboring 'Augustus Hall for Young Gentleman", and it was a right of passage, so to speak, to sneak out to the orchard the two schools shared for a stolen kiss or two. And those kisses tasted like eternal freedom.
Which is why Noriko refused to believe it when she first opened the package. It was waiting on her bed, in her own room in the dorms. (No sharing rooms in Biata-Maria- each girl enjoyed full privacy) It looked harmless enough, and she opened it eagrly. Could it be that this year father actually remembered her birthday? Too late she realized that the stamps and address were not from Italy. The first thing she saw was the ribbon. This blue as the skies ribbon she knew all to well. The second thing she saw was the plane ticket. A one way ticket straight back to her old life. She saw the letter last, recognizing her mother's too neat handwrite.
"My dearest Noriko. Forgive me for failing you. As you may or may not know, not long after your father's departure I came to my senses, realizing all the wrongs I was causing you, my dear innocent dove. I tried convincing your dad that you belong with me, but he wouldn't hear it- 'the girl already started school here, I cannot turn her life upside again just for the sake of your selfish whims.' I was so ashamed of myself. I figured I had no claim over you, I feared that I have lost you forever.
I cannot describe my feelings when your father called me last month and asked for me to take you back! I am so glad that this filthy wife of his does not wants you around now that she's carrying his child. This was the miracle I've been waiting for. Now you shall be mine again, now you'll go back to where you truly belong, where your roots are found. You'll get back the life I've always dreamed you'll have. I hope you can forgive me for missing the first two years of scholl, hopefully the rest of your years in St. Spica will make up for that. I will not be able to meet with you before school starts, but know that you are always in my heart."
Everything instantly became a blur. The new baby (which no one bothered to mention to her.) going back, leaving Italy. No, she will not be a powerless pawn. She will not go! Noriko tried calling her father immediately. He never answered his phone. She marched straight into the headmistress office, just to find out that as of the following day, she will no longer count as a registered student- her father simply stopped paying the school. Her room was to be assigned to a new girl the very same day. "I've been told that you are to leave tonight." The headmistress informed her coldly, before escorting her to a waiting cab, in wich all of her belongings were already packed and stored. It was all happening too fast. Like a dream. No, like a nightmare. She had no other choice, no other path. There was nothing she could do. Except for one thing.
In the cab heading at full speed towards the airport, Noriko cut off her long, glorious hair. Maybe they could make her wear the stupid outfit, maybe they could make her attend that horrible, all-girls prison, but they'll never tie up her hair with that coursed ribbon. Never.
Sample post:
She hated airplanes food. It didn't even matter that she was traveling first class. Objectively, she could tell that the meal in front of her (three whole courses, a bowl of exotic fruits, three layers chocolate cake and some sort of freshly squeezed orange juice) was basically flawless, probably prepared by a world renowned chef, and yet she couldn't take a single bite.
"Is something wrong, sweetie?" One of the stewardess smiled at her direction. She was an American, Noriko guessed, and was about 25. Her smile was too wide, her teeth too white and her interest too fake. Noriko knew that her father had paid extra money just to make sure that her flight would be as comfortable as possible. She also knew that the stewardess knew it. Noriko smiled politely and nod her head in negation, not really in the mood for a forced conversation. "But you haven't touched a thing!" she exclaimed loudly, pointing at the full tray.
Noriko took one bite of a fruit that seemed to look like an apple but tasted, for some reason, like eggs. She swallowed hard, and not just because of the revolting taste.
In a few hours this plane will land. At the airport a cab will be waiting for her. This cab will take her directly to St. Spica. She couldn't help it. Certainly there was nothing to be done now, but Noriko couldn't help but wondering to herself- was there ever a time when something might've been done? Was there ever a moment when she could have changed the course of her life? No, she will not think about it. Knowing how hopeless she really was couldn't possibly cheer her up, ad she needed all the cheering she could moister up. She was so busy trying not to think that she didn't even realized that the plane has finally landed. The stewardess had to shake her gently. She cringed immediately, not welcoming the touch of a stranger. The stewardess didn't seem to notice, or maybe she just didn't care. "We're here!" Noriko didn't think it was possible, but the stewardess smile just got even bigger. "Welcome home!" And hearing this one sentences was worse then being touched by a dozen strangers.
How did you find us? I just finished watching the anime for the third time, and felt this emptiness inside of me, so I simply googled "Strawberry Panic RPG". So glad I found you guys!
*I really hope that's ok. can't wait to join you guys!*
