Post by Michiru Tachibana on Sept 6, 2014 19:42:53 GMT -5
Name: Michiru Tachibana
(skittles)
School Attending: Miator
Age/ Year in School: (choose one below)
12/First Year
~ Appearance ~
Face Claim: Sumireko Hanabusa- Akuma no Riddle
Hair Color: a light brown/ blonde
Hairstyle: Michirus hair is long, falling to her hips, and is always perfectly styled to be straight and silky. She wears a white barrette in her bangs, which are parted over her forehead.
Eye Color: a light, ice blue.
Height:4"11
What kind of clothes does you character wear when she's not in uniform?
Michiru wears relativly modest clothes that are always extremely high- end; she likes feminine outfits that allow her a lot of room to move, so nothing too form- fitting, and she always goes out of her way to make sure she looks as good as she can.
What kinds of activities is your character involved in? -You may choose "none" or choose a maximum of three from the list below.
Japanse Tea Ceremony: No
Flower Arrangement: Yes
Ballroom Dancing: Yes
Needlepoint: Yes
Foreign Language: No
Band: No
Are you a Maid? Yes
Other?- If you wanted your character to be part of an activity not listed here, please list it below and an admin will decide if you can have it.
Is your character on the Student Council? -Yes
If yes, what does your character think of the student council president? Michiru finds Kuramiko- sama to be more then adequate at her job, and admires her greatly as the student council president. She does not know her on a personal level but always treats her with the utmost respect.
Please explain your character's personality in 200 words or more:
If you ask anyone who knows her, they will tell you that Michiru is the epitome of what a young lady should be. She is polite to a fault, always respectful to others around her. She is smart and always brings home near- perfect grades. She is hard- working and mature, hardly ever becoming upset or riled up.
On the inside Michiru has a lot of issues bubbling up; she has horrible body image issues and often takes a lot of time to make sure she looks as perfect as possible. In addition to that, one will rarely see her eating anything out of her drive to keep her weight "in check". She is extremely insecure and she is extremely indecisive and often looks to others to make decisions for her. When forced to make decisions for herself, Michiru becomes extremely nervous and stressed out. This can make her come off as a bit dependant on others. She is painfully organized and seems to be obsessed with keeping herself busy; she is never sitting still, either involving herself with activities or at the very least studying all night. She is prone to dizzy spells and exhaustion, though she hates inconviencing others by making them help her. While she is more then happy to help others, she loaths asking for the same in return.
What does you character think of the Etoile position as a whole?
Michiru looks up to the Etoile position a great deal: she finds the thought of two girls in love being the stars of the school to be a magical concept. While she would never be able to involve herself in the position, she finds it to be a wonderful concept.
Does your character want to be an Etoile someday?
Absolutly not. Michiru would be quickly be overwhelmed by all the decision making the Etoile must do, though the thought of how busy she would be is certainly an enticing one.
What does your character think of the current etoiles? *Awaiting results!*
What does your character think of the other schools?
Michiru doesnt really understand why theres a rivalry between Spica and Miator; whats the point of it? She admires how independant the young women of Spica seem to be, although she could never live that way, and admires how care-free the LeRim students are.
~History~
Please write in 100 words or more your character's history before she came to Miator:
Michirus story begins with her mother. Kotone Suzumiha was a young woman who was an exceptionally talented dancer; she was beautiful, graceful, everything one looked for in the world of ballet. She was on her way to a wonderful life; a successful career, a fruitful marriage (even if it had been arranged by her family).
All that came crashing down when one day during a peformance, Kotone collapsed in indescribable amount of pain. After being examined, it was reveiled that she had severly damaged the ligaments in her ankles, and was told she would have to retire from the world of dance.
The woman was heartbroken. When she gave birth to her daughter, she enrolled the girl in dance classes as soon as she could walk. The girls life was consumed with practices and performances from as early as she could remember. In addition, every aspect of her existance was carefully monitored and controlled; everything from her schedule to what she ate. She never had any free time between her ballet classes and school. She had a hard time socalizing and was always overly polite and formal with people, making making friends hard for her. Michiru was never permitted to eat junk food or anything overly fatty. She was not allowed to "waste time" with other children, and even if she had been able to make friends easily she would not have been permitted to spend time with them. The family never stayed in one place for too long, and traveled around following Michirus growing career.
Over the years, it became obvious that, like her mother, Michiru had natural talent as a dancer. She was beautiful and naturally graceful, though she was short for a ballerina and always hoped she would grow to be taller. Eventually, however, her busy lifestyle began taking its tole on the child; a she grew older, her eating habits became more and more unhealthy until she barely ate anything at all. She worked herself to the bone on her practicing and when she wasnt practicing, she was studying and doing school work. her sleep habits became quite disturbed and she became prone to dizzy spells and episodes of exhaustion. She began getting ill more easily. She slowly began to despise her body, feeling self- conscious about everything about herself. She began to spend hours in the morning making sure she looked at perfect as possible, obbsessing over everything from wrinkles in her clothes to her hair falling perfectly. She began eating even less then she had before, determined to stay at an "appropriate" weight.
Kotone ignored all of these issues with her daughter; she, first and formost, cared about her daughter being successful in the career she had chosen for her. Despite all the issues she was having, Michiru continued to push herself and keep herself as busy as she could. For some reason, she felt extremely anxious when she wasnt consumed with acivities. She also found that, probably due to her mother being in charge of her life, she freaks out if things arent perfectly structured around her. When she was old enough, she decided to send her to Miator to reinforce her mature, stand- up behavior. She made sure provide Michiru with rules to follow and sent her off...
History before Astraea Hill:
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Sample Post:
It was dark on the stage; gentle music flowed around the girl, her eyes closed against the flow. She gently, gracfully lifted herself onto her toes, her feet arched under her weight. Her arms floated up above her in an elegent bridge above her head, bending her body at the waist. Straightening herself again, she slowly lifted her left leg, straightening her knee in front of her, her weight now placed entirely on her right foot.
She danced with beauty and grace, everything a ballerina should have been. Her silky hair tied up in a bun behind her head, her skin expossed in her white leotard outfit. Before she knew it, the music had ended and applause filled the auditorium.
The girl lowered herself to a standing position and gave a smal curtsy, earning more applause before she walked behind the curtain. As she moved out of sight of the crowd, she allowed her body to relax, rolling her shoulders to get the tension of the dance out of her muscles. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar face and turned to greet her.
Her mother. Once upon a time, the woman had been beautiful. But now, creases covered her skin, her hair was always pulled out of her face too tightly. She almost never smiled.
"You did well." She said as she appraoched her daughter, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You have practice tomorrow morning and in the evening you can work on your homework. I expect you to be in bed early to prepare yourself for the next show."
"Yes, mother." The girl said, her voice soft and meek. She watched the woman walk away and she quickly walked to her dressing room, closing the door behind her.
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