Post by crimsonfury on Apr 12, 2009 16:34:33 GMT -5
HadzukiCherona Hayata
LET'S GET CRACKIN'
this is the girl you love to hate. i know you're jealous, but you gotta deal and hear me out. i stand at the mighty 175.26 cm ('5"9). wish you could be like me? didn't think so. but please, call me whatever you want, cause only my mom calls me Hadzuki Hayata. you know, you better be thankful of August eigth. cause that's when i was born. i know, your new, official favorite day of the year. thanks. i knew it. i'm 16 right know. i hang with the anyone at the moment. but seriously, i don't get why people don't trip over themselves to get my autograph, cause i'm original, sarcastic, and pure-awesomeness. i mean although i bite my nails, suck in math, and often mimic things I find funny, i'm still a kick-butt musician, great at gym, and I can memorize stuff easily.*Nods*.
Hadzuki is, as specified before, sarcastic, original, and erm, awesome. Well, not really. Hadzuki tends to take bad situations much too lightly, thinking that everything wil go exactly the way she thinks it will. She is much too laid-back, which can be quite bad. And on top of that, she has a very sarcastic humour, and tends to reply to things with very dry remarks.
She may be softspoken at times, but she is never outspoken. She is much too honest, so if you wanna know the truth, ask her. Hadzuki can be over-protective and much too jealous at times. She tends to enjoy just doing nothing and being lazy; if its not going to benefit her in anyway, or gain her a profit, forget about her doing anything. You could say at school she has a reputation for being just a lazy kid.
WANNA KNOW MORE?
alright, so you got me down pretty well. pretty well to the point it's borderline creepy. and now you wanna know my past!? there are some pretty murky things there. you don't wanna know. but here it goes. i'm born to Kakuzu, and Cherona. they're at the age of 43, and 42. they work as a musician and a nurse. but they're pretty relaxed. though no matter what i'll always be okay with them. i'm an only child. secretly, i wanna be a lawyer. but if you wanna know more, check it out;
On August eigth, Hadzuki was born. She was a relatively normal child ... until she reached elementary school. She was a 'little demon', as a previous babysitter called her, constantly being led by her curious eyes to venture and see new sights, and break new things. Hadzuki, however, was completely oblivious to this.
By middle school, Hadzuki had developed a much too care-free additude. Her parents' constant absence from home allowed her to do whatever she wished, whenever she wished - where was the challenge in that? She even let her grades slip at one point, just to be able to buckle down and get them back up again. The idiot she was, she found enjoyment in this sort of thing.
By high school, though, she was pretty much just an outcast. Her care-free attitude and lack-of facial expression led others to believe that she was just a freak. Hadzuki was completely oblivious to this, too, and spent most of her freshman year slouching around the corridors doing nothing. This year, however, Hadzuki has discovered how bored she is, and how much she'd really like to have someone to ... erm, confide in. Well, more like someone that she can kick when they're down, but still have them understand that she's only joking.
BREAK IT DOWN
now you got my character down. yet you wanna know more!? fine. i'm Miss Crim/ Crim/ Crimy. i've been at this game for seven months. you can also find me playing er, on other sites: Sayuri Okinawa, Hitachiin Hikaru, Sai, Rin, Haruno Sakura .... i found this super cool amazing site from The Third Music Room (yah!). but you can try to figure me out by contacting my account name and pm'ing me (?). check me out!?
This is my character, Okinawa, Sayuri, from the Third Music Room. This is probably one of my most recent posts ...
Sayuri watched Shin go, inwardly fuming. Something about his just didn't connect with Sayuri. Maybe their personalities were too much alike? Or maybe it was just the fact that he was a rebel, and her own parents were embarassed of her. Maybe it was because he was exactly the type of person she wanted to be. Rebellious, sarcastic, cool, with a hint of 'I-don't-care-what-you-think'.
Sayuri snapped out of her reverie as Momo called out to Shin. "You know where to find me ... and you'd better come and visit!" Momo called after Shin's retreating back. Then she turned to Sayuri.
"So, is the teacher that bad?" Momo said jokingly, as she sat on the edge of the fountain. "Because class ends soon, you could always just stay here and talk to me?"
Sayuri accepted the invitation with a brief smile, and sat stiffly on the edge of the fountain. She didn't know Momo all that well, but Momo was probably the closest person to a friend she'd ever had ... aside from Kazuna. The name still set her heart fluttering inside her chest. She always had to suck back the emotions that were threatening to break through the calm mask that she wore so well.
But then again, Sayuri had never been much of a talker ... so what was there to talk about? Momo might as well have been talking to the nude child that was perched atop the fountain. This conversation was likely to go very far, seeing as Shin had just spoiled her. "Yes, he is a pretty bad teacher," Sayuri said, looking down at her thin fingers. Her nails had been chewed, looking frayed and cracked. That was a habit she really must give up.
But Sayuri chewed on her nails when she felt nervous or stressed - and that was everyday. "The teacher has a very monotonous voice ... immensely boring to listen too. And his lectures are pointless. I really don't blame him for skipping. I would too ... if I had any guts." Sayuri admitted, with a blush, squinting up at the sun that had seemingly climbed higher into the sky since she'd been there.
At that moment, a flock of birds flew over. Sayuri hadn't even looked back down when a foul-smelling gooey substance plopped onto her shoe. Disgusted, Sayuri screwed her face up and looked down at the polished black surface, now spoiled by the ugly splotch of white and brow of bird's poop. "Damn it!" Sayuri cursed under her breath, low enough that Momo wouldn't hear anything but a low mutter. "Isn't that wonderful." Sayuri said after, her nostrils flared, her face expressionless, and one eye pointed at the sky. This day just seemed to be getting worse.
Sayuri snapped out of her reverie as Momo called out to Shin. "You know where to find me ... and you'd better come and visit!" Momo called after Shin's retreating back. Then she turned to Sayuri.
"So, is the teacher that bad?" Momo said jokingly, as she sat on the edge of the fountain. "Because class ends soon, you could always just stay here and talk to me?"
Sayuri accepted the invitation with a brief smile, and sat stiffly on the edge of the fountain. She didn't know Momo all that well, but Momo was probably the closest person to a friend she'd ever had ... aside from Kazuna. The name still set her heart fluttering inside her chest. She always had to suck back the emotions that were threatening to break through the calm mask that she wore so well.
But then again, Sayuri had never been much of a talker ... so what was there to talk about? Momo might as well have been talking to the nude child that was perched atop the fountain. This conversation was likely to go very far, seeing as Shin had just spoiled her. "Yes, he is a pretty bad teacher," Sayuri said, looking down at her thin fingers. Her nails had been chewed, looking frayed and cracked. That was a habit she really must give up.
But Sayuri chewed on her nails when she felt nervous or stressed - and that was everyday. "The teacher has a very monotonous voice ... immensely boring to listen too. And his lectures are pointless. I really don't blame him for skipping. I would too ... if I had any guts." Sayuri admitted, with a blush, squinting up at the sun that had seemingly climbed higher into the sky since she'd been there.
At that moment, a flock of birds flew over. Sayuri hadn't even looked back down when a foul-smelling gooey substance plopped onto her shoe. Disgusted, Sayuri screwed her face up and looked down at the polished black surface, now spoiled by the ugly splotch of white and brow of bird's poop. "Damn it!" Sayuri cursed under her breath, low enough that Momo wouldn't hear anything but a low mutter. "Isn't that wonderful." Sayuri said after, her nostrils flared, her face expressionless, and one eye pointed at the sky. This day just seemed to be getting worse.
And, I, ehm, just wanted to add that I seriously hope she isn't Mary-sue-ish. 'Cause if she is ... just PM me and I'll probably end up doing the application over again ... even if she's only border-line ...
