Post by Alice Himeno on Oct 11, 2015 11:04:16 GMT -5
Name: Alice Chantal Shigeki Himeno (Dark Chocolate)
School Attending: Miator
Age/ Year in School: (choose one below)
13/Second Year
15/Fourth Year
16/Fifth Year
17/ Sixth Year
~ Appearance ~
Face Claim: Izayoi Sakuya from Touhou (Specifically Koumajou Densetsu II: Stranger's Requiem)
Hair Color: White
Hairstyle: Short and jagged all around like lacy white ribbons. Two thin braids dangle from the front of each side of her face.
Eye Color: Ghostly blue
Height: 5”4
What kind of clothes does you character wear when she's not in uniform?
A variety of stylish dark suits or formal black clothing. She always wears a frilled maid’s hair band and can sometimes be seen wearing a complimentary black Lolita dress adorned with heavy layers of ribbons and lace. Sometimes she will wear a white one and sit someplace as to fool people into thinking she is a doll.
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: No
Ballroom Dancing: Yes
Needlepoint: Yes
Foreign Language: Yes
Band: No
What instrument(s) does she play?
Are you a Maid? N/A
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? As of now, no, but she makes sure to keep informed and up to date on their activities.
If yes, what does your character think of the student council president? N/A
Please explain your character's personality in 200 words or more:
Alice is a lone, isolated soul that enjoys nothing more than the silence that is isolation from others. She often comes off as cold and manipulative to others; mostly unexpressive with an eloquent set of mannerisms that are enough to charm the nuns themselves. Despite her lack of fondness for others, she is known to be flirtatious towards girls, and will try to string them along in a silken web of hazy false affection whilst never actually harboring any emotions for them.
She is very peculiar in nature, as everything around her needs to be in a certain arrangement or utmost tidiness. To some, it might be even apparent that she suffers a bit from Blunted Affect; her facial features refuse to melt from their seemingly frozen, stoic stare. Other quirks of hers include not being able to feel pain, sometimes speaking in spoonerisms, and only writing with her left hand whilst executing every other task with her right. If you hand her a glass cup, she will not drink from it as she loathes the feeling of glassware in her bare hands - she will gladly accept it with gloves on, however. A moment of jaded boredom also often leads her to draw elaborate coiling spirals on her arms, although she refuses to do so in the presence of another.
Ballet and Ballroom Dancing, on the other hand, are her intense passions. It is a magnificent art to her, and she is never more at ease than when she is performing. If she is to practice with a partner, she will purposely lead them off-tempo with a faster phrase similar to the bounce of the orchestral song. Once horribly confused, she will either terminate the dance or slip behind the poor soul to snatch them in their moment of vulnerability. It’s all a game of chess to her. A game which she intends to win one pawn at a time. Regardless of the consequences of her phantom opponent’s hand.
What does you character think of the Etoile position as a whole?
She doesn’t really pay attention to it. It’s nothing but a pointless pageant to her.
Does your character want to be an Etoile someday?
She would loathe the attention, so probably not.
What does your character think of the current etoiles? Hiroko is nothing but an easily manipulative being in her eyes. A pawn that she could snatch from the board whenever she wished. Her shyness seems to only hinder her more, and Alice is pretty sure that if she tried, she could steal her from her self-proclaimed prince Coyote without putting in the effort. She doesn’t feel much connection to either of them, but can’t help but respect them due to their title. Even if only a little.
What does your character think of the other schools? She dislikes Miator’s submissive ladylike nature, but praises it for its strict criteria and overall ideals. The uniforms are of exemplary quality, too. Spica appeals to her in the light that it teaches girls to strive for independence instead of tossing themselves in the white pathed veil of being a future bride. Lulim, on the other hand, is a sleepy little school to her. She doesn’t pay attention to it much, unless it later is to concern her, and finds its pink uniforms a bit too vibrant for her formal taste.
~History~
Please write in 100 words or more your character's history before she came to Miator:
Alice grew up in a huge mansion just outside of Meguro, Japan with her parents – a Frenchman sporting a Japanese name and a beautiful Japanese woman who he had met one fateful December day in Minato. Being an only child and mentally unstable from the beginning, she spent a lot of time by herself, yet never lost the value of etiquette to her own selfish isolation. The years passed uneventfully, and it wasn’t until she met her childhood rival, Kurogami Kutsumari, did it begin to crescendo into turmoil. Yes, it was with her that this painstakingly eternal game of chess began. And it was with her it would end, if all remained monotonous. Two rising queens equally as influential over the board. It was maddening. Not only that, but that girl promoted her future flirtatious nature to surface. And that wasn’t too good of a change.
Her parents enrolled her in private business classes early on in hopes that she would one day inherit the family business. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but as she was there only child, they had no other choice than to break custom. However, this fact only promoted the girl to adopt a boyish style once she entered junior high. She pursued a small handful of girls here along with Kutsumari, but this new “hunting ground” was soon taken away from her when her parents suddenly enrolled her in St. Miator’s Girl’s Academy. Unbeknownst to her, she was to be wed to a man she had never met when she finished her extensive studies. They felt Miator would dissolve the unsavory tomboyish streak from their daughter and substitute her with proper womanly etiquette. Little did they know, however, that her reign of terror was just beginning. The black widow was relocating; and so was the snowy turmoil that was about to follow.
History before Astraea Hill:
(Below are the sections for your character's history during her time on Astraea Hill. If you are joining as a first year, you do not have to fill out the sections below until the end of the year. If you are joining as any other year please make up a history for any years before her current year, even if she was attending another campus. If you have already played your character here on SPRP for a year or more (in rp time), please add any events you role played to the appropriate history section. Any years you have not yet played, you may leave blank, but you will fill them out when your character reaches that year in school.
First Year:
Second Year: She arrived at Astrea and scoped out her new territory. If she was to be here for the next few years, it was best to get her bearings on her new “territory.”
Third Year:
Fourth Year:
Fifth Year:
Sixth Year:
Sample Post: White ribbons of silken lace whirled into the air. They flurried in a dreamy snowy collective frill at its atmospheric peak before following the recorded orchestra’s decrescendo down to the crooks of two slender shoulders. Lithe limbs stretched out like two milky white pillars; caressing the air and reaching out to brush the chilling invisible being just absent from her moonlit reach. Again the piano flurried, striking a poignant high note that spurred the violins to wail above the beautiful chaos. The snow-white demon bounded up once again, as if possessed, whirling to one side in a dangerously enchanting wave of pallid limbs. Her spine straightened and a sharp turn of her heel sent the world blurring into a brief, spinning watercolor portrait. But no matter how much she leapt, twirled, or rebounded elegantly, she could not please those watchful eyes.
The soft crackle of sinews stretching far beyond their healthy limit shattered the tense tranquility. In a blinding swirl of milky blacks and whites, the girl began to sag numbly to the sweat stained floor. Underneath her long frilled skirt, her kneecaps tensed in effort to keep herself upright. Where one would have turned pale or blanched from the expected unbearable pain, she felt nothing. This was nothing. All of this was nothing. It was just an illusionary stage and she the misfit marionette bound to perform in the hellish nightmare forever. Because the contact she established with those steely eyes could never be pleased nor feigned. This logical game of chess required utmost concentration and dominance. And this would be the one haunting match that she would have to lose.
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