Post by decoraharuko on Aug 28, 2008 2:21:25 GMT
the life and loves of decora mave haruko
what a mess, a perfect mess[/font] [/center]
[/font]why don’t you tell me my future
why don’t I sell you my soul[/CENTER]
CHARACTERS NAME: decora mave haruko
NICKNAME(S): light | cory | cora | mave
DATE OF BIRTH: december 31st, 1993
AGE: fifteen, going on sixteen
GRADE: junior
TOWN: forks, washington
PETS: none, for now
SPECIES: human
so shine that light, take my hand
[/font]and let’s dance into tomorrow land[/center]
HAIR: black
EYES: greenish-hazel
SKIN: light brown
HEIGHT & BUILD: 5’5’’ | skinny, yet toned
Play-By: Decora is small for her age, weighing at about 125 lbs. and being a height of only 5’5’’. Her eyes are a startling emerald green color with a tint of hazel to them, and she’s quite slender as well. She usually is seen with her black hair in light waves, her side bangs always straight, and is pleased to remain tan throughout the year.
Decora is a very simple girl and doesn't thrive on name brands and fashion to bring out the best in her. She, for some reason, likes a lot of black-colored shirts with small colorful jewelry to go with her outfits. Straight-legged jeans are seen on her a lot, because they’re most comfortable for her. And of course, the black converse sneaks, studded belts, and green & black-rimmed glasses never go anywhere without her.
all those nights together, are a special memory
[/font]and I can’t wait for tomorrow, just as long as you’re dancing next to me[/center]
LIKES:
[+]Books
[+]Bubble Tea
[+]Candy
[+]Cartoons
[+]Chapstick
[+]Converse Sneakers
[+]Her Guitar
[+]Laughing
[+]Music [Rock|Punk]
[+]Silence
[+]Singing
[+]Studded Belts
[+]Sushi
[+]Writing Songs & Poetry
DISLIKES:
[-]Arrogance
[-]Coffee
[-]Dishonesty
[-]Extreme Pain
[-]Failure
[-]Fake People
[-]Fighting
[-]Hurting Those She Cares About
[-]Obnoxious People
[-]Preppy People
[-]Politics
STRENGTHS:
[/li][li]Friendly
[/li][li]Gentle
[/li][li]Hard Working
[/li][li]Introspective
[/li][li]Intuitive
[/li][li]Listener
[/li][li]Loyal
[/li][li]Polite
[/li][li]Quiet
[/li][li]Respectful
[/li][li]Shy
[/li][li]Sincere
[/li][li]Smart
[/li][li]Strong
[/li][li]Understanding
[/li][li]Wise
WEAKNESSES
[=]Clumsy
[=]Hopeless Romantic
[=]Low Confidence
[=]Low Self-Esteem
[=]Push Over
[=]Puts Pressure On Herself
[=]Quiet
[=]Short Tempered
[=]Shy
[=]Tries To Fix People
[=]Vulnerable
PERSONALITY:
There was really only one word that perhaps could completely describe Decora Mave Haruko: simple. It was true. Her entire life, Decora tried to live quietly and peacefully. She had always been a nice girl. At least, she wanted to believe that. Quiet, soft-spoken, gentle, timid, shy: all words that describe her well. She’s a hard worker, yet no one would notice her determination due to her silence. She always did what she was told, and Decora forever gave people the benefit of the doubt. She was and remains a great listener, always willing to lend a shoulder to cry on and ready to give advice when asked.
Decora is extremely introverted and isolated. She is very careful on who she gives her whole heart to. This is not because of a past relationship that ended horribly, but because she has been too afraid to even risk getting torn apart in the first place. Decora has learned to keep to herself. She’s an extremely smart, artistic, mature, and creative being…yet no one has really given her the time to get to know her. Everything she does, in her writings or paintings or drawings or songs or poetry-- all of it is beautiful…much like herself. And yet, Decora doesn’t see it. Perhaps she never will.
Decora is also a pacifist, whom is deeply respectful. She hates violence and fighting, and would much rather settle a dispute through communication than anything physical. She doesn’t know whether she would stick up for something she truly believed in or someone she truly loved, for she had never had the moment to decide. Everyone passes by Decora, as if she is invisible. Frankly, Decora is content with this. She rather observe others around her; the way that people can act and behave at times truly interests and intrigues her.
Decora is very easily intimidated. It seems she’s afraid of everyone these days, but that is just the way she is. She minds her own business and doesn’t get involved with intricate drama. She's also hopelessly clumsy, bound to make a fool out of herself time and time again...just by tripping over her own two feet. Decora, truly, is an amazing and beautiful individual…but everything is opposite for her in her mind. She admires and respects a lot of people, especially her parents.
However, due to her father’s smoldering beliefs of remaining strict, proper, wealthy, and traditional with his daughter, Decora has always had a quick temper. She grows frustrated when she feels she does not have any creative freedom and grows anxious and panicky if failure is a possibility. Due to her father’s constant protection, she feels constantly sheltered and grows angry at the idea of her father always oppressing her. But these emotions will usually be seen only around herself.
the road was filled with twists and turns
[/font]oh but that’s the road that got us here[/center]
PARENTS: Katashi Haruko [born in 1969] & Brighid [Larkin] Haruko [born in 1971]
SIBLINGS: none
PERSONAL HISTORY:
On December 31st, 1993, Mr. Katashi & Mrs. Brighid [Larkin] Haruko gave birth to little Decora Mave Haruko in New Jersey, USA. And so, life as the Haruko family began. The Haruko's were always an extremely wealthy family, mostly due to Mr. Katashi's ridiculous salary working as the CEO for a highly successful business. The mother also aided with the income, working as a well-known, well-respected, and well-paid lawyer.
Due to past strict traditions, the Haruko family believed in certain values that not all people shared. For instance, power and authority were of the utmost importance. Intelligence, diligence, discipline-- all necessary to lead a successful life. And of course, being wealthy was always a plus. It seemed that all in her family but Decora followed this way of life. Her father, mother, and other relatives were snobby rich folks who thought very highly of themselves. But despite it all, Decora truly admired them. After all, THEY had the courage to act in such a way. Decora never could.
The moment she was able to enroll in school, Decora was sent to the smallest, yet most prestigious and private institutions in New Jersey. She was constantly urged to participate in the finest of arts for extracurricular activities. For example, she took all sorts of dance and music lessons. Ballet lessons. Tap dance lessons. Piano lessons. Violin lessons. Singing lessons. She was being molded into this elegant young lady that Decora was all too willing to escape.
During her childhood, Decora inevitably became friends with people she just wasn’t like: arrogant and prissy girls who took part in the same activities she was forced to take part in. Therefore, throughout her elementary school years, she always isolated herself and never really made many friends. She was all too scared to BECOME like them. Moving onto high school was really no different: Decora was sent to what her parents believed to be the best institution and her life continued on the same as it always had. She didn’t make many friends; she stuck to herself; she joined clubs that her parents thought suited her. However, as she grew older, she began to research other areas of life that would satisfy her better: music, sports, writing. And it was these things she would expose herself to when she was alone.
It was taking a long time for Decora to branch out, but when she turned fifteen, she started to believe that perhaps she should become her OWN person. Little by little, she started to dress from preppy to punk. Little by little, she began to talk with people who seemed cool to her. But all of her efforts, as small as they were, had suddenly been for nothing when she found out that her family would be moving. And of all places, to Washington. Apparently, her father had received a better position in Seattle, and at the end of her sophomore year, they were going to move.
Clearly, Decora was disappointed. Her father wanted to try and work things out with his daughter, and so they settled on a compromise. Decora would go with no complaints…if they lived how SHE wanted to live: in a small town, going to a small school. With MUCH reluctance, Mr. Katashi Haruko agreed. And so, after an immense amount of research and an agreement from her parents, Decora chose to reside in Forks, Washington.
Yes, it would be hard, being a junior year transfer and all. But seriously, was starting her life over any worse than the way she was living now? Decora, though petrified, knew one thing was for certain: she could be whoever she wanted to be. Moving to Forks became a huge advantage to her: no one knew her. She could FINALLY be herself; FINALLY be the REAL Decora Mave Haruko. And so, her story began…
what’s gone is gone, the past is the past
[/font]turn the radio up and then hit then gas[/center]
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RP SAMPLE
Well, this certainly was awkward. Decora had left for school earlier than expected, but of course with her luck...she got lost. And now, only five minutes before her first class was to begin, she found herself stumbling into the located classroom and struggling to smooth her movements. She paused at the front of the room, feeling many pairs of eyes staring at her-- this awkward girl who just came out of nowhere. Decora inhaled deeply, trying to relax, her hazel eyes darting quickly to find an open spot.[/size][/blockquote]
She noticed, halfway into the room, a lab table for two with only one occupant there. Deciding that was her best bet, she hurried quietly, gazing down at the ground to avoid the staring glances. Decora placed her bag softly on the table and took a seat next to a boy who looked completely indifferent that she was now beside him. Biting her bottom lip, she refused to move after sitting down, not wanting to make anymore noise and attract attention again. Folding her hands neatly in front of her, on the desk, she waited patiently. Should she take out a notebook? A pen? Should she wait until others did something, and perhaps follow them?
That's when a loud slam of a door jolted her from her thoughts. She jumped up a bit, her heart pounding in reaction. Decora saw a man, about mid-thirties, stride purposefully into the room, right to the front. The boy next to her sighed, mumbling something incoherent. Decora just darted her eyes to him and then back to the front, waiting for the lesson to begin.
