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Post by [.x.broken.♥.coda.x.] on Apr 22, 2007 21:17:35 GMT -5
. N A M E .
Mirany Sohma.
. G E N D E R .
Female.
. A G E .
Eleven.
. A N I M A L .
Rabbit.
. D E S C R I P T I O N .
Her violet-tinted black hair is straight and silky, falling down an inch above her shoulders in the front, but cut at her neckline in the back. Her bangs are parted at her right, and fall over her eyes, sometimes blocking them from one's view. If one were to get up close and smell her hair, they would find that it smelled lightly of strawberries. Her eyes are brilliant shades of purple: the left one a pale greyish purple, the right one a vibrant violet. Her cheekbones are neither too low, nor too high, but placed near the height of the end of her nose. Her nose is small, but not too thin, and slightly upturned. Her lips are pale and thin, and her face is round and childlike, giving her the appearance of a young elementary school girl.
Any one who looks upon her body can instantly tell that she is more built for speed and balance, rather than strength and endurance. She is rather thin, with little to no chest development and a narrow waist. Being below average height, she doesn't look gaunt, just a little too thin. Her small size, however, gives her an advantage by making her quick and agile. Her arms are frail and there are no visible muscles on them. Her skin color is almost startling to look upon: a pale ivy tone that makes her appear sickly and accompanies her scrawny stature. It was as if she was born from the snow, but, when felt, her skin is rather warm to the touch.
Her style of clothing and accessories varies, but mostly depends on the season. In school, she wears her uniform without adjustment, but she usually fusses over the length of the skirt and tries to make it appear longer than it is. She doesn't necessarily have a 'style,' so to say, in clothing, but it falls closer to the ‘loli’ style, whereas most of the clothes she wears are cute, childish clothes. With short skirts, sometimes, she can be seen with a pair of sweatpants under them. Her hair, although usually let out, can sometimes be adorned with a simple headband or ribbon. Around her neck, she always wears a silver, heart-shaped key pendant that belonged to her mother before she passed away. Sometimes her arms are adorned with arm socks or wrist bands, but not usually; instead, she opts for her light pink and silver wrist watch most of the time. On her feet are usually either sneakers or boots, except during the warmer months when she chooses flip-flops and sandals over the previous two. For formal events, she wears anything from traditional Japanese kimonos to flowing gowns and high heels. She is not very picky about her clothes, but the few peeves she does have are the following: [1]Her skirts cannot be shorter than an inch and a half above her knees; [2]Her clothes cannot be skin tight; and [3]She refuses to wear anything that leaves her feeling even semi-naked.
In her cursed form, she is a small white rabbit, with her ears tinted pink at the top and her eyes a mix between peach and lavendar.
. I M A G E S .
♥.x.♥.x.♥.x.♥.x.♥.x.♥.x.♥
[Click on the hearts for images.]
[Images with more than one person have Mirany highlighted in red.]
[I'll try to get images of her cursed form later.
[/b]Mirany Sohma.
. G E N D E R .
Female.
. A G E .
Eleven.
. A N I M A L .
Rabbit.
. D E S C R I P T I O N .
Her violet-tinted black hair is straight and silky, falling down an inch above her shoulders in the front, but cut at her neckline in the back. Her bangs are parted at her right, and fall over her eyes, sometimes blocking them from one's view. If one were to get up close and smell her hair, they would find that it smelled lightly of strawberries. Her eyes are brilliant shades of purple: the left one a pale greyish purple, the right one a vibrant violet. Her cheekbones are neither too low, nor too high, but placed near the height of the end of her nose. Her nose is small, but not too thin, and slightly upturned. Her lips are pale and thin, and her face is round and childlike, giving her the appearance of a young elementary school girl.
Any one who looks upon her body can instantly tell that she is more built for speed and balance, rather than strength and endurance. She is rather thin, with little to no chest development and a narrow waist. Being below average height, she doesn't look gaunt, just a little too thin. Her small size, however, gives her an advantage by making her quick and agile. Her arms are frail and there are no visible muscles on them. Her skin color is almost startling to look upon: a pale ivy tone that makes her appear sickly and accompanies her scrawny stature. It was as if she was born from the snow, but, when felt, her skin is rather warm to the touch.
Her style of clothing and accessories varies, but mostly depends on the season. In school, she wears her uniform without adjustment, but she usually fusses over the length of the skirt and tries to make it appear longer than it is. She doesn't necessarily have a 'style,' so to say, in clothing, but it falls closer to the ‘loli’ style, whereas most of the clothes she wears are cute, childish clothes. With short skirts, sometimes, she can be seen with a pair of sweatpants under them. Her hair, although usually let out, can sometimes be adorned with a simple headband or ribbon. Around her neck, she always wears a silver, heart-shaped key pendant that belonged to her mother before she passed away. Sometimes her arms are adorned with arm socks or wrist bands, but not usually; instead, she opts for her light pink and silver wrist watch most of the time. On her feet are usually either sneakers or boots, except during the warmer months when she chooses flip-flops and sandals over the previous two. For formal events, she wears anything from traditional Japanese kimonos to flowing gowns and high heels. She is not very picky about her clothes, but the few peeves she does have are the following: [1]Her skirts cannot be shorter than an inch and a half above her knees; [2]Her clothes cannot be skin tight; and [3]She refuses to wear anything that leaves her feeling even semi-naked.
In her cursed form, she is a small white rabbit, with her ears tinted pink at the top and her eyes a mix between peach and lavendar.
. I M A G E S .
♥.x.♥.x.♥.x.♥.x.♥.x.♥.x.♥
[Click on the hearts for images.]
[Images with more than one person have Mirany highlighted in red.]
[I'll try to get images of her cursed form later.
. P E R S O N A L I T Y .
Mirany has a loud personality, but it's as if the volume is on mute. When she first meets someone, she is shy and quiet beyond belief, always nervous about the impression she is giving off. She will speak very little, making her responses seem like curt retorts. Around people she knows and is comfortable around, however, she can be very outgoing and cheerful. It all really depends on who she is around, where she is, and how many people are there. Although her personality can be very different based on who she's around, there are some attributes about her that never change. She always does her best, no matter what she's doing, and tries her absolute hardest. Whether its an old friend or a complete stranger, she tries to please everyone. The phrase she lives by is, "There's nothing as rewarding as helping someone." She tends to worry about everyone around her, and puts them before herself. She wants people to like her and worries about what everyone thinks of her.
Her appearance gives off a frail, innocent, and clueless effect, which, in fact, is true. She knows very little about how hard the real world can be, and there are many things she does not understand. One things about her that sets her apart from most people is her courage, commitment, and values. She is brave beyond anyone else her age or size. When she starts something, she sticks to it until the very end. She is firm about her beliefs, and it takes a lot to waver her opinion. When her mind is set to something, she will carry it out until the task has been fulfilled, and there is very little that can change that. Whether its her beliefs, values, or ideas, she'll stick with it. Consequences mean nothing to her as long as she's doing what she believes is right, what her heart tells her.
Mirany has a good heart and a strong unyielding will. Her small size makes her very quick and agile. Sometimes, Mirany's kindheartedness makes her too trusting of people, which could lead to her ultimate downfall. She isn't very strong, but knows how to take care of herself. Most of the time, Mirany doesn't understand the situations she throws herself into without thinking, but she doesn't underestimate her opponents. Sometimes, she keeps all of her emotions and problems hidden inside herself, thus withdrawing herself and hiding from society. She is openly afraid of many things, but fears loneliness, pain, and thunder more than most other things.
Overall, Mirany is agreeable and open to experience, and always tries to find the good side of everyone. She is content and happy with the life she is leading, and wouldn't change the world as it is for anything.
. H I S T O R Y .
Mirany was no ordinary baby.
She didn't cry at her first touch from the air in this world, as mostly all other babies do, as if she was happy with what the air felt like on her tender skin. Her eyes opened just moments after she was born, as if they couldn't wait to see what wonders the world held for her. Although she was not premature, she was a scrawny baby, as if the anticipation of seeing the world was too much for her limbs to develop enough. And even if she unusually tiny for a baby, she had no health problems; her monthly check-ups with the doctors for her first year of life always came out clear.
Anyone would have been able to tell that Mirany was most definitely not ordinary.
Her mother and father [Sachiko Sohma and Taylor Cullen] met in a bar in Guam when they were both twenty-four years old; it was a year before Mirany was born. Sachiko Sohma was a very passionate journalist, passionate enough to even trace a story she was working on back to its root ideas on a quaint island. Although she knew about the curse and her mother was cursed [and her mother before that, and her mother's mother, and so on...], Sachiko herself was not. Taylor Cullen was an aspiring doctor studying medicine in graduate school in Guam for a semester, and was American with a faint trace of Russian centuries back in his bloodline. Upon his return back to America, the would-be Dr. Cullen would graduate the following year and proceed to become a full-fledged doctor instead of the apprentice he was at the time.
For Sachiko Sohma and Taylor Cullen, it was love at first sight. Just a few days after they met, they agreed to travel to Japan together after his studies were completed and her article was published. Sure enough, they carried out their plan and returned to Japan. There, they were wed and on the night of their wedding, Mirany was conceived. She was born nine months later, and was the happiest thing that ever happened in Sachiko's and Taylor's lives. It had been expected that their child would be cursed, as most of the people in Sachiko's blood line had been. They both kept their own last names, and agreed that if they had a son, his surname would be Cullen and if it was a girl, hers would be Sohma. They had just one daughter together, and named her Mirany, because they wanted her name to sound like it was a mix of an American and a Japanese name.
Ever since she was born, Mirany was happy with the way things were going. She appreciated her life, her family, and everything she was blessed with. The curse didn't bother her too much, and it wasn't that hard to avoid transforming. All in all, life was pretty good to her.
When she was four, her father was called back to America to operate on a patient that had requested him. His wife supported him, but did not go with him, as she wanted her daughter to grow up in the environment that she had, not in the cities of some country she had never been to. So Dr. Cullen left for America. Mirany was still, however, happy with the way things had gone. She really admired her father, and wanted to be able to help people just as he did. She would have vowed to be a doctor right then and there, if she hadn't realized that being a doctor meant that if you made a mistake, that person might die. And she did not want to be able to decide if a person lived of died, so she settled to be a lawyer.
At the age of three, Mirany's mother had signed her up for ballet lessons. She came to love dancing, and continued lessons for four more years, when her mother came to believe that there was nothing more those lessons could offer her. Mirany, of course, let her mother do as she pleased. She stopped dancing at the age of seven, but continued singing, which she had started when her father had left. Her mother tried to enroll her into lessons in a free give-away raffle for one lucky winner, but the man in charge of it had already cheated and snuck the winning ticket out of the box to give to his daughter so she could get the free lessons. Mirany's voice was soft, which gave her singing an ethereal effect, but everwhere she tried to get lessons, the manager would claim that her singing was only that nice because she was half-American. Mirany decided that she would then just sing on her own and dance on her own, and she reserved the two hobbies for her free time.
Dr. Cullen returned to Japan seven years after he had left; by that time, Mirany was already ten. In the excitement of hearing the news, her mother left for the store to buy ingredients to make his favorite meal, saying she would return in just a few moments...
But she never came back.
Taylor Cullen returned to his house in Japan to find that his wife had been killed in a car accident. Mirany started to have doubts about the 'perfect' world [as she had previously thought it was] she was living in.
After her mother died, Mirany stopped singing and dancing; it was just another painful reminder of the mother she had loved so much. In the same year, another catastrophe happened. As her father was on a plane back to America for another procedure he had to perform, his plane's engine failed and dived straight into the water. In just a matter of six months, the two most important people in Mirany's life had vanished. Maybe it would have been too much for her to take, with the events in her life going downhill and all, but then she was taken into the custody of her aunt and uncle on her mother's side.
Her aunt was a doctor and wasn't home much, and her uncle was a real estate agent that had way too much free time he could handle. She came to love them both very much, as they were both very kind to her. It was while she was climbing a tree in the park one day that she decided she would be happy again; it was what her parents would have wanted. She would tell herself over and over again, 'The worst has happened and is over with, so it can only get better from here.'
There was still, however, a glimmer of doubt in her heart that told her if she were to get close to someone, they would disappear, too, just like her mother and father had.
. I C .
[This is a sample I used on a few other sites. If I need to write a new one for this site, just let me know and I will.]
The days of sweltering heat had passed, where bodies clung to the cloth that adorned them, seeking shelter from the relentless sun in the inviting shade of the alluring palms. The nights of eternal darkness had gone, where stars lay scattered like glittering diamonds on black velvet and the coolness of the hours was welcomed with eagerness. The immortal cycle of life and death spiraled, an enigma swirling in a cycle of confusion, with no set beginning or end, just what was at the moment.
Autumn had destroyed the land, bringing death in its quiet, cool touch. The death was to prepare it for winter, where the land would remain as it was, unmoving and still. Autumn's part in the play of the seasons had been fulfilled, and it left as quickly and quietly as it had come. In the vacant spot the fall had left, winter strode in on its high heels of frost, securing that life would remain still for the few month's that it clutched in its grasp. For the moment, the world was in the cruel hands of Winter, its slender, frostbitten fingers keeping a tight grasp on all that wished to break free.
It had happened right at the time when winter was dawning. It loomed beyond the horizon, where no one could see it, but everyone knew it was there. Everyone knew it was coming. It was slowly awaiting its time to reign supreme, when the entire world would be in its hands. Cold winds had rustled the dry leaves that autumn had left behind, announcing the snow that had yet to come. At the time, autumn had been on the brink of surviving, using its entire being to stand strong against the forces of winter that would overtake it, no matter what.
Yes, it was at the time, near the end of December, when it had happened. She could recall every little detail about it: the exact date, the way her fingers froze stiffly inside the cashmere mittens she had been wearing, the pink and green scarf she was wearing around her neck, the white coat that adorned her small figure. Even the scent of the snow as it fell from the sky. Everything about that day was so clear to her, even now, five years later. On this day, the snow was falling, slowly and silently, just like it had that day so many years ago. She could remember how her mother had left through the front door, calling that she would be back in a few minutes.
A few minutes...
Back then, a few minutes wouldn't have mattered. Now she realized knew a few minutes could mean the world. Anything could happen in a few minutes, so it wasn't okay to let the days pass by without a fleeting thought. That wasn't good; that would just leave one with regrets.
The lithe form of Mirany Tsuki stood, staring blankly into the sky. A calm aura surrounded her, emanating from within, and expanding outward into the open grey sky. The path along which she stood was bare, except for the occasional rustling leaf that tried to escape from the cold wind. At the moment, one of the breezes rustled her ear-length violet tinted hair and threw the locks backward, the fury of the wind making her close her eyes until it passed. Drawing her thin coat closer around her body, Mirany started walking again, her steps even and paced. The thoughts of the seasons flooded through her mind, the cycle repeating itself and ceasing to exist in her thoughts.
New Year's had been almost two months before, and, just like every year, it reminded Mirany how her birthday had always left her so excited for New Year's. It had always been her favorite holiday, up until her mother's death. Now, for her, New Year's was just another day to spend alone.
A sigh escaped her thin, pale lips, and her pale violet eyes wandered over the jagged stones of the path she had been walking on, cemented and compressed to perfection. They looked so perfect, the path did; undisturbed and untouched. Mirany, however, knew the truth. Nothing could ever be as perfect as the stones that seemed to fall into place with one another, fitting together perfectly, each edge cushioned by the subsequent one.
She stood now at the edge of the forest, watching the sun chase the moon out of the sky. Anticipation made her pulse quicken, but only her eyes betrayed the sensation that filled her; her body remained as still as the rocks below the riverbed adjacent to her. As sunlight overtook the valley spread out beneath her, the sky filled with magnificent shades of purples, blues, oranges, and pinks at the ungodly hour of dawn. Birds flew in their flocks above her, their gleeful cries announcing the start of another day. Another day... Although tomorrow never came, Mirany knew that there would always be another day to look forward to. Now, as she took just a few steps forward, the tall grass that had tickled her legs just moments ago, coming up to nearly her knees, faded to small spurts occasionally brushing her ankles by the time she reached the river. The water rushed along, with enough force to carry Mirany herself, and it took care of various debris of nature, hastily carrying it down its path to nothingness. She bent down slowly, letting a single finger dip slightly into the swift river. It was cool to the touch, but not frozen like most of the other waters in the area.
For a while, she just sat on the river bank, watching the stream flush downhill is swift rapids. The currents seemed to stop for nothing, just like time. For the moment, however, that was okay, because that was just how it was.
. O T H E R .
Mirany loves, along with singing and dancing, the sea. She loves everything about it, and sometimes finds herself just staring at the little glimpses of it that she can get. She doesn't like rain or snow, or any form of precipitation for that matter, but often finds herself just standing and watching it fall. She is more than often distracted and scatter-brained, and overall, she resembles a butterfly: pure, content, and free.
. P A S S W O R D .
Onigiri.
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