"Oh my....you flatter me~"

Name: Tsurara Fukitsuna (ichigo)

Gender: Female

Age: 16

Year in school: Fifth Year

School Attending: St. Spica Girls' Institute

Partner: None, yet~

Room mate: None at the moment

Appearance: Lithe, with a milky white complexion and an ample bust~

Hair color: A luxurious shade of dark violet

Hair style: When let down at full length, it barely breezes her bottom with the longest strands. Kept straight and silky to the touch, Tsurara generally keeps her hair up in a single, long ponytail with a white scrunchie.

Eye color: She possesses dark azure irises, which often seem to change just a little bit depending on her mood; sometimes as sharp and cruel as a hail storm, or pleasant and tranquil as a calm sea.

Height: Tsurara stands at a lean 5'8"

Dress: As a Spican student, she wears the miniskirt (and often flaunts it and her curves), with the white and gold jacket. Her casual wear changes all the time, however, depending on the effect she wishes to have upon people, or more importantly, upon her victims. This varies from kimonos, skirts, blouses and even short shorts. On occasion, she's even been known to wear very form-fitting dresses.

Glasses: No, though she has worn fake ones before.

Personality: At heart, Tsurara has and always will be a minx. Seductive, wily and ever so fickle, she enjoys toying with the hearts and minds of practically everyone around her. In fact, save her parents and most of her teachers, Tsurara has deceived everyone she meets, in some way.

Depending on who it is, her personality adapts to employ and exploit their weaknesses. The innocent or shy ones need the sly, seductive touch to draw them out of their shells; the more aware and assertive demand an innocent and naiive Tsurara, whom they are enticed into protecting and trusting. Sooner or later, she gains something from every relationship; she rarely forms any bond that does not, in some way, profit her in the long run.

Her parents are well aware of her nature, and rather than displeased by it, they encourage and nurture her skills and even her appearance; the Fukitsuna family have made a living off of analysing and manipulating - their accounting company has blossomed over the years, allowing them to indulge themselves and their daughter with every need and desire. However, they insisted upon Tsurara developing her own abilities, including a 'rite of passage' that pleased her parents so much that they decided it was time she attended a more prestigious school, for a higher-quality schooling and for far more valuable prey.

However, this is not to say that she does not enjoy toying with people's emotions; the satisfaction of manipulating people can be enough of a reward in many situations, as well.

View of the Etoiles: Being a new transfer student. she is not yet acquainted with the Etoiles, though it is something she plans to do, to at very least, gauge their characters.

View of other schools: Other than knowing that they are all prestigious, and that the many students are all of the female persuasion, Tsurara does not know much more; something that will change rapidly when she has access to more information - studying up the background of the schools could come in handy. Knowledge is always handy.

History: You'll have to weasel it out of her~

Sample post: "Darling, I must say, the look on that young boy's face was absolutely delicious." Her mother grinned with her lovely, full lips, a slender hand resting on her daughter's shoulder as she spoke in a lofty tone. With a perfectly serene smile, the younger girl replied in a sweet voice, "Well, the poor morsel was convinced he was in love with me, and I with him. I was all too happy to let him squander his trust fund on me. Such a fine taste in jewellery and clothes; perhaps that was why he lacked sufficient rational reasoning."

Of course, the instant he saw her sitting on the park bench in her simple black and white dress, with the long black leggings hiding her milky white skin, he became smitten. Her blue eyes were bright and distracted by the book she was reading, her canary-yellow handbag resting on her lap. In his fancy Armani suit, he had come to sit beside her, smiling ever so charmingly. Of course, she had blushed and returned his smile with a small, shy one of her own. Half an hour and a two coffees later, he had already parted with a shiny jewel, a pendant he had felt compelled to present to her, to grace her 'pretty, slender neck'.

As a couple weeks passed, she had amassed a treasure trove of lovely, expensive gifts, in addition to many pledges of love and adoration. A single month was all she needed to ensnare him within her vices. Even though they had shared mere kisses and passionate embraces, it was all she needed to draw out one last, special gift. A promise wring, silver and gold bands entwined and adorned with a brilliant diamond and several, smaller sapphires; a promise that once she was a little older, she would be his. Her only response consisted of a brilliant, alluring smile, that he took for a yes.

Two days later, he was out on the streets, bawling like a newborn child. Little had he known, his invitations for the young maiden to come into his home had led to a drastic drop in his personal wealth; it was so easy to find out his financial information. Of course, he was completely unaware that his dear, sweet Rara-chan was the cause. In fact, he had spent a full 20 minutes, begging and pleading with her to stay with him, to help him.

That was when she rung true to her name, sporting a smile and stare that could freeze the sun. A few parting words to destroy what was left of his tattered spirit and she was gone like the wind, enjoying the lavish gifts that served as her profits from the relationship. The rest was stored away in her father's accounts, only furthering their already large estate.

"Pitiful wreck didn't even endeavour to procure my real last name. He believed every word I told him. Including my little coup de grace~" A divine, haughty laugh filled the air as her mother recited her daughter's final words to the young man.

"My heart is ice, an ice you could never melt. Enjoy the misfortunes of those you looked down upon."

How did you find us? Your lovely and ever so innocent Shizuka here~

lol she's evil. Accepted. Post in the activity check with her please :3