Post by Ayame Usagi Mai on May 24, 2008 12:37:31 GMT -5
Ayame Usagi Mai
"Why Do We Like To Hurt?"
T H E B A S I C S ;;
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T H E B A S I C S ;;
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First Name: Ayame
Middle Name: Usagi
Last Name: Mai
Nickname(s): Aya, Mai
DOB: 08//03//1988
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
A P P E A R A N C E ;;
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Face Claim: Haley Williams
Natural Hair Color: Red
Current Hair Color: Red, orange, and Blonde
Eye Color: Greenish brown
Height: 5'4"
Weight: Around 120lbs
Birth Marks: None
Piercings: None
Tattoos: A rose on her lower back
P E R S O N A L I T Y ;;
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Likes:
*Bunnies
*Chocolate
*Painting
*Dyeing her hair
*Blood
*Scary movies
*Gorey video games
*Violent video games
*Boys
*Girls
*Laughing at nothing
*Puppies
*Hot Topic
Dislikes:
*Cats
*Preppy people
*People who think the world revolves around them
*People who call her a wannabe
*Stuck-up people
*Boys who just want sex
*Girls who just want sex
*Drugs
*Alcohol
*Sex
*Cities
*Bad teeth
*Natural hair
Bad Habits:
*Biting her nails
*Not talking to people often
Hobbies:
*Painting
*Taking care of animals
*Bike-riding
Introvert or Extrovert?
Introvert.
W H O Y O U A R E ;;
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Parents:
Mom//Yumi Rin Mai
Dad//Akira Arata Mai
Siblings:
None
Ethnicity:
Japanese(though she looks american)
Hometown:
Tokyo, Japan
Education:
In college
History:
Ayame Usagi Mai was born in Tokyo, Japan. She lived a luxurious life. A life filled with happiness and so much love. A life many people were jealous of. And jealousy, often causes hatred. And so, in her luxurious, happy home, Ayame was happy as can be. Outside of her protective space, and Aya was miserable. She completely hated life, and everyone in it, except her wonderful family. At only a few years, Aya was loathed and envied. She even got most of the guys, but they always only wanted her for her money, even at just around eight, nine, and ten years old. And yet, she still trusted, with all her small heart. Naive and kind, Aya never let anyone down. If someone said they loved her, she believed them. Even if she knew, deep down in her heart, it was really just a stupid lie.
As she grew older, Ayame's heart began to ice over. She hardly let anyone in, and always kept to herself. She didn't want to be hurt any more. She was finished being hurt, over and over and over again. But this girl was still naive. She still allowed people to get inside her head, to toy with her emotions, making her believe everything they said. Sadly, this caused a serious of breakdowns, and Ayame resorted to cutting. When her parents found out, they completely stopped loving her, and kept telling her how ashamed of her they were. Obviously, this did not help at all. Aya got worse and worse as the years grew. When she turned seventeen, she was gone. She moved to Atlanta, Georgia to stay with her aunt and uncle, who bought her a lop-eared rabbit. Ayame named her Loppy. When she turned eighteen, she found she was pregnant with her boyfriend's child. When she told him, he ditched her. Aya had no choice but to give the child up for adoption. She still visits him, and he visits her, and she always gets pictures of him.
Random childhood memory:
She and her mom would take walks with the dogs when Aya was two.
Random Memory:
Her pet rabbit got out of her cage.
Random Fact:
Ayame doesn't enjoy dating.
O T H E R ;;
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Living Situation:
Aya lives in a one-bedroom apartment. It has a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room, and a bedroom. Everything she needs.
Vehicle:
She has a silver Neon
Pets:
One rabbit named Loppy.
T H E R E A L Y O U ;;
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Name/Alias: Aya
Years Role playing: 4-5
Random Fact:
I'm a whore, bitches XP
T H E E N D ;;
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Anything Else? Nopers
Sample Post: From a different site:
Ah, yes. The woods. They didn't call out to the coydog as much as an open rabbit field did, but these dreaded areas still called to him. They made him smile. Not that wiley smile of a coyote, the one that you know the coyote is playing tricks, but the smile of a dog. A dog who's very happy, perhaps being loved on by a human. Although he was far more coyote than dog, the male did long to feel that touch of a human. The gentle pet across his small, coyote head. And yet, the fearfulness of humans kept him from going into a human's town. The fear of being shot, because he didn't look part dog. He looked like a full-blooded coyote.
With long, slender legs, and a long, slender body, he was agile and quick. And with those oversized ears of his, he could hear perfectly. Even more-so than a wolf. And his adorable bushy tail, well, that one didn't much serve a purpose other than look weird on his short-furred body. The fur on his tail had to be at least three inches long, whilst the rest of his fur wasn't even a full inch. Yes, it looked weird indeed. But it only added to the coyote looks, which would get him shot at. Possibly killed. But he didn't want to hunt chickens. Well, a part of him did. That large proportion of coyote wanted to, but the longing to be pet by humans overpowered that, and so chickens were safe from his fangs.
Ah, of course! His fangs and claws, they were long and sharp, slightly dulled with age. His fangs had the yellow tint, and his claws were beginning to crack and break, because they grew so long. That was probably the only thing the dog half of him gave away. Long, weak claws, and average-sized, dulled fangs. It pained him to see in his reflection, the coyote with dog talons and ivories. Although, it didn't much bother him, because he wondered if maybe a human saw this part of him, he'd be taken away and cared for.
And, as weird as it was, the coydog could definitely remember being cared for. He didn't remember his past too clearly; he was still just under a year. But he could remember the smile of an old lady, and the sweet, gentle pets. This memory caused another dog-smile on the male. And he remembered the woman beckoning to him. "Akemi!" she would call. And Akemi would come running, his puppy-clumsiness sometimes causing him to tumble and roll there more than run. He was even taught tricks at a young age. But it wasn't like it was for nothing. The old lady was very patient, and very kind. Even though, sometimes, Akemi didn't quite understand what the woman wanted.
These few, simple memories led up to the one thing that Akemi knew he would never forget. The woman was sleeping, and it was around twelve in the morning. Akemi could sense something wrong. He couldn't hear the woman's heart beating, her lungs taking in air, or her loud snoring. Everything seemed to just suddenly... stop. Akemi had jumped up on her bed, and had howled. A long, very long, mourning howl. He knew the woman had died in her sleep, and it pained him so much, that he howled. He'd never howled before in his life, even though he was more coyote than anything.
You see, the old woman had brought the dog out from the pits, and left the cautious coyote alone. She'd taught him how to be a dog, how to love people, but know when there was something wrong. When someone wanted to harm, not help. She'd taught Akemi to be a guard puppy, to look after her chickens, not eat them. Even though a large part of him wanted to feel the thrill of chasing and capturing chickens, the wanting to please the old woman somehow overcame that, and he watched those chickens better than any watchdog could. Any fox that came through that fence answered to him. And, although he was usually hurt in the process, that fox never came back.
Of course, if something bigger, like his family, a coyote, came, Akemi would bark. He'd bark and bark and bark, until the old woman came out. And then, she would shoo the coyote away with a broom. He could remember laughing as that old, wobbly lady scared that strong, big coyote away. But there was a wolf, and wolves, Akemi found, weren't scared off as easily. They were in a pack. Four of them, against one wobbly old lady, and a wobbly little pup. But that old woman held her broom, and she worked that day. She didn't let one wolf near her chickens. And Akemi wouldn't let one wolf harm his mother. Yes, he saw that old woman as a mother, not a woman.
Tears were brought to his eyes as he remembered how that old woman had died, and how he had howled loudly and strongly. He remembered those days, though they were truly fuzzy. He could remember biting a wolf on its paw. He could remember the yelping of it, how it had lunged at Akemi, but his mother had protected him, swiping that broom with amazing swiftness and strength, sending that wolf flying back with yet another yelp. That was the day before the woman had died. The day before Akemi was released into the wild, to fend for himself. No one would take him, either because he was part coyote, or part dog, no one wanted a mix-breed.
And so, he was left alone. He howled more in a month than he had in six months. And then, after four, torturous, hard-working years, Akemi was blessed with this land. Blessed with being the first, and so the alpha. He was truly, truly blessed. And now, he wasn't alone. In fact, he had come here to meet one of his new packmates, to decide on what exactly his position would be. Those long, oversized ears of his could hear something, but it was so faint, Akemi was unable to pick it up and follow the sound. And, although he nose was just as capable, Akemi couldn't pick up a scent trail. So, instead, the coyote threw back his head and howled, his jaws wide open, as a coyote howls. He was beckoning to the other, calling the other male to himself. And then, Akemi waited. He waited for the male to come running to his leader.
