Post by Ushio__xx on Feb 23, 2009 16:29:41 GMT -5
Name:
Kaijuu Ushio
Gender
Female
Age:
Eighteen
Curse:
N/A - works as a Maid within the main house.
Personality:
▪ Social Having always been popular to some degree, Ushio knows that she would be nothing without people. Although she values her friends she is more than happy to make new ones and is constantly at parties, meeting people and developing her new friendships. She can usually be found in a big group but a one-on-one shopping trip doesn’t go amiss either. She hates not having anything to do or anyone to see, so she’s always planning things like parties and day trips, and organising her social calendar. If there’s an empty day in her diary, she has to fill it. The only date she keeps totally empty is her brother’s birthday, when she spends the day alone. She has never ever told anyone why she does this.
▪ Outrageous Anybody can tell just from looking at Ushio that she isn’t one to keep to herself. She’ll always break the ice by saying something witty and usually a little OTT. She’s the first to occupy an empty dance floor and doesn’t oppose to starting a food fight occasionally. Some of the things she says are the sort of things that make people laugh in an ‘oh my god i can’t believe she just said that’ kind of way, and a lot of her actions are the same. However she does know no to cross any lines with anything she says or does now that she’s in the public eye, and won’t do anything when she knows that it’ll make the news. Unless she’s had alcohol. Then everything goes out the window and she lives up to her reputation once more.
▪ Cautious Somewhere underneath all the layers of friendliness and OTT behaviour Ushio can be quite careful. She hates seeing people get hurt and she’s always very conscious of the feelings of the people she’s close to. She also hates it when people get physically hurt so she’s always warning people about wet floors and telling the other maids not to carry so much heavy equipment and all that jazz. Relationships can be tough on her too. Ushio’s always been determined not to fall in love with people because she’s scared that people will use her or play her like she did when she was at school. Like most people she’s had her heart broken once or twice but it hits Ushio even harder because she’s never really had to deal with rejection, so she guards her heart closely.
▪ Loud One thing Ushio definitely isn’t is quiet. As well as the excessive amounts of noise she makes when she argues, she usually shouts quite a lot without actually realising it, which is one of her more annoying traits. Mostly though, people don’t seem to mind it that much, as it goes hand in hand with all the outrageous things she says and fits with her charismatic facade. The only people she really bugs with it are those who are always in close proximity with her, so her friends and the other maids mostly.
▪ Optimistic Despite all that she’s been through, Ushio tries to remain optimistic about her life. Although this hasn’t always been the case, with her depression after her brother died, she tries to keep a happy outlook on life. She knows that things don’t always go how she would want them too and is realistic but at the same time she secretly harbours the hope that everything will turn out fine. She’s quick to dismiss things by saying ‘oh that’ll be fine’ and she usually means it. Some people find it annoying, but Ushio knows that it’s more of a positive thinking thing than an annoying, chirpy and cheery overly happy kind of optimism. When she meets people who are like this she tends to get a bit annoyed.
Likes:
her hair, clothes, photography, theatre, road trips, energy drinks, alcohol, the sea, fruit, cooking, dancing, music
Dislikes:
religion, junk food, humidity, thunderstorms, traffic jams, being wrong, being jealous, ignorance, silence, boredom, cats, bad hair days, the winter, her parents, hot chocolate.
Hobby:
photography, drawing, humming loudly, cooking.
Goal:
to make up with her parents... eventually.
Appearance:
Kaijuu Ushio is a rather small girl. She always has been, and unless she obtains a growth spurt within the next few months, she probably always will be, considering most girls stop growing at the age of sixteen. Her height falls just a little bit past the 5’2’’ mark, making her not exactly the tallest fourteen year old around, though not to say the shortest either. Weighing in at 110 pounds, you could say she’s quite balanced, appearing neither overweight nor underweight. Overall, she’s usually satisfied with her body figure, and has no real need to complain. Her bust isn’t anything to boast about, settling in a comfortable B cup and her hips are in direct proportion; tying in with her well balanced figure.
Rather than inheriting her mother’s close to blonde hair, which was expected, Ushio came out with a mix of her father’s greying and the blonde. As she grew older, it became slightly more on the silver side, though she always has the traces to her family name from her roots. Her bangs normally fall into her face without effort, covering the majority of her forehead. Her shoulder-length hair is layered to frame her face, and is naturally slightly wavy, though she hardly ever wears it that way. When it comes to styling, she could do well to be a bit fussy at times. Ushio will usually pull it back into pigtails for school or a ponytail if she has the time. Out of all her features to pick from, Ushio would have to be poked and prodded to death before considering her eyes to be the best. They’re really grey-green-blue if you take the time to notice, though they often appear clear blue from afar. She has rather narrow; almond shaped eyes, and perfectly thin eyebrows, though no one can ever see them, thanks to her bangs.
The girl undoubtly has a rectangular face shape, and rather good bone structure at that. Her skin is rather pale, hardly ever appearing any shade darker than ivory. Her lips easily fall under medium, though leaning more to the full side than thin. Her nose ridge is quite straight too, therefore giving her overall pretty facial features. Her body build leans towards willowy, though there are some definite traces of muscle on her frame from the sports she actively participates in. Overall, she has a rather slender and toned physique, with strong yet short legs. Her style outside of uniforms is simple, usually involving tank tops, hoodies, and jeans, although they all seem to be in rather outrageous colours. Her closet doesn’t really have much of a label, really just whatever she feels like wearing that morning. And her make-up styling is as simple as her clothes, for she doesn’t wear a whole lot. Luckily for her, she has a rather clear complexion, and therefore only requires eye make-up.
History:
Raito and Tomo Kaijuu were all set up for the perfect new life. He had just received a promotion at his firm and she had just started to hit the big time with her real estate business. Tomo had also found them their own perfect home to coincide with the birth of their first son. They basically had it made, the money from their parents was paid off while Tomo was still pregnant and they settled in their spacious inner city apartment. They were delighted when they found they were expecting a girl, who they could dress up and dote on. While they were eating out one evening, a heavily pregnant Tomo went into early labour and was rushed to hospital. A complication meant that Ushio was delivered by caesarian a month early. This of course gave them even more of an excuse to coo over her, and when she was out of the IC unit Tomo couldn’t help but to wrap her in cotton wool.
Even though Ushio was a totally healthy baby after the little ‘blip’ with her birth, her parents raised her as if she would break into tiny pieces if anybody so much as nudged her. They were constantly telling her brother Shiro to be careful around her and scolding him if he got to close, even though two year old boys have tendencies to do such things. Tomo refused to have anybody but herself look after baby Ushio and rather than sending her to nursery school with Shiro when she got a bit older a nanny was brought in to care for her. Even her ‘friends’ came to her, as Tomo was constantly setting up play dates with the children of her friends. The other relatives thought this was utterly ridiculous but Raito and Tomo persisted and it essentially lead to Ushio growing up with pretty much everything she wanted and with the plentiful wealth that they possessed it seemed that nothing was out of reach. They decided it would be advantageous to move from Yokohama to Tokyo when the opportunity arose due to a promotion that was offered to Raito.
Raito and Tomo were too occupied with Ushio and the news of another pregnancy to really pay much attention to Shiro, and though he never stepped out of line at his expensive school, the six year old resented his parents for basically ignoring him. As soon as she was old enough to realise that she was missing out on ‘essentials’ like school, Ushio demanded that she be sent to a proper school, tossing aside her two private tutors like old (expensive) clothes in favour for the best local school that money could buy. Even at four years old she was the ‘queen bee’. Her parents were richest, she had the nicest clothes, she had her own driver and so on. It essentially continued like this right through until her teens. By then she had easily established her ruling position, and always had plenty of people who wanted to spend time with her, but she ignored them all in favour of her two closest friends, the ones she had known since they had all been in diapers, Kanai and Kyou.
Her life was like a warped version of Gossip Girl, all about the money and the lifestyle, and it started from the age of about thirteen. Strangely, when she started listening to different music and experimenting with other styles, so did everyone else, apart from her two best friends who kept their individuality. Her parents were oblivious, convinced that their little girl was just fine, all nice and popular. Ushio had been deprived of attention from them, just as Shiro had when she was born, when the twins, Ryuchi and Kimi, arrived. Not that she cared in the slightest about it. The less attention the better as far as she was concerned. It meant that her parents didn’t know what she was doing and were clueless about all the things she got up to. She and Kanai dated on and off, mostly on, and the couple, plus Kyou, quickly obtained fake IDs, not to get into clubs but purely to buy alcohol for their own private parties. Shiro was her ally in all of this and they always covered for eachother, his resentment of their parents and her young rebelliousness meant that they were basically plotting against them. Ushio didn’t realise how her brother really felt about Raito and Tomo and just put it down to him being a ‘moody teenager’ and a boy.
Ushio really was in for the shock of her life. When she was sixteen she came home one day to find her brother curled up in his room, red-eyed from crying. It turned out the eighteen year old had just split with his girlfriend of nearly four years, and he was devastated. Along with that he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to go to the college he wanted to with his parents pushing for an Ivy League school instead. He was always arguing with his parents now, they could never see eye to eye and Shiro had no escape. He had never quite gotten over the resentment he had felt from a young age and handled it differently to Ushio, who liked not always being watched by them. The two of them talked for hours and hours until Ushio went to get ready to go out with her friends. She thought nothing more of it while she was out, and she stayed at Kyou’s house that night. When she got home mid-morning the next day she was greeted with something that she never ever wanted to see. It was a peaceful death, an overdose, no blood or guts or gore. But Ushio was the one to find him cold on the couch in their living room. The shock was so much that she fainted, and when the cleaning lady found them both she nearly had a fit. Once she had calmed down though it was easy to see that Ushio was still breathing, where as Shiro wasn’t. Before they called 911 Ushio noticed a piece of paper in Shiro’s lifeless hand, a suicide note. There were two on one piece of paper, one addressed to his ex girlfriend and one to her. She ripped her half off of the paper and kept in safe. She didn’t read it until the next day when she woke up. She had cried herself to sleep over him, and the piece of paper had been forgotten, but when she read it three words jumped out at her don’t blame yourself. and in a later line blame them. Although she knew that he wouldn’t have wanted her to, Ushio defied Shiro and did blame herself.
Like anyone else would be, Ushio was deeply affected. She drifted through school, and isolated herself. The ‘followers’ drifted away and joined Kyou instead, who had attempted to be a good friend but had been shunned by Ushio and given up. She quickly became disillusioned with her world, and the resentment that her brother had felt for their parents seemed to have spread to her, but in a different way. Although she blamed herself for Shiro’s death, she also could not help feeling that her parents had played a massive role in it. When she was eighteen she told them she was moving out, and they helped to secure her an apartment and helped with her rent, and she was glad for the escape. Slowly she began to relax back into life, and developed a persona to mask her feelings. It was almost a ghost of her own self, except it was more outrageous. Although her parents still paid her rent, Ushio craved more freedom alongside her college art course and went to her extended family - asking for a job, which she was granted.
Rp Sample:
It’s amazing how incredibly easy it is to get a job now-a-days. Way back when, you’d have to stand outside the place, after giving in your resumé, and beg for them to give you a position, any position. Now all you have to do is leave your name and you’d swear the place will look you up in the phonebook if they have to. This was the thing that was wandering through Tabitha’s mind right now, since she was just sitting on a piece of dead wood in the small rental shack. She wasn’t wearing anything special, just jeans and a nicely (to her at least) knit sweater. She didn’t have amazing fashion sense like Daisy, or Barbie. Actually, for the most part she didn‘t have a style of her own, and wore whatever everybody else seemed to be wearing. Until she found that jeans were really comfortable. She had her green apron on top of it, and her nametag, that read ‘Hello, I’m Tabitha’. At least she never had to say that… stuttering over T’s was one of her worst traits, when it came to talking. To people she didn’t know all that well. It was a wonder she got a job at all, let alone this one. There was nothing special about it, and it wasn’t as though she were a great public speaker. Really, it was the opposite. She didn’t talk, so what good was she at standing there and showing people boats? But, she doesn’t have to talk much. Just ‘how ‘bout that one‘, which could be covered with a small point and a small smile.
It was about this point in time, which she always wished she’d begged Mouse or Crank to come and join her. To leave a note on the door saying, ‘working today, will be bored, please come.’ But still, she never did. They certainly would have added some interesting times to this nothingness. Or Princess even, he would have made it more interesting than, ‘oh wee, look, taxes.’ But, being alone, (you don’t need more than one person to man a boat rentals station) she could be herself. Until customers came, which wasn’t rare. It was August, and in August it was hot, and people liked the water and boating. Not that Queenie herself liked it at all. Actually, she loved the water, but the idea of letting people see you in nothing but the equivalent to your underwear, freaked her out. There were too many judging people out there for that to even be an option. If she were like her sister’s, it wouldn’t matter. But, she really did care what people thought, and she really did want to fit in, wherever she was. As seemingly shallow as that is. Though she’d never forget her father’s comments that echoed through her head, whenever she felt accomplished, the voice would beat her down, reminding her that she nothing and that no matter what she did, that was all she’d ever be. School was difficult because of her ‘speech impediment.’ They just couldn’t seem to understand that she couldn’t talk in crowds or with people she didn’t know very well.
As long as no one else was there, she was safe to do what she wanted, think and be free, which was why she loved her alone time so much. Though her friend made things better. Queenie could have kicked herself, she should’ve invited Fender over, told him to come. They could have had a riot with all the things hanging on the walls, the old dead fish, with names. Who name’s their dead fish? Weird people. Fish people. She got up from her chosen log, the one with the most holes and dents and pencil carvings into it saying, ‘MJ + HG = Love.’ She found that adorably cute, and that log incredibly lonely most of the time. It a lot had the most gum stuck on it, but she over looked the small factor. Her shoe hit the floor, and made her continue over to her lunch, where she’d been heading, at the front desk. She wore full-fledged shoes, vans to be precise, even though the temperature was high and the sun was blazing outside. She couldn’t even shoe her feet, was how self conscious she really was, it’d become a part of her daily routine, but that just went along with her girly stereotype. Which never seemed t stop following her, unless she was with one of her few, carefully selected, secret keepers. The only people she could bounce and not stutter like mad around. Or really, just a freedom from always talking so quiet nobody heard her. Being the girl, everybody had to shut up and lean a ear close to, so that she could utter longer than a five word sentence.
She ran her fingers along the smooth desk, liking the feeling- until her other hand took the risk of leaving her immediate side, to grab at her brown paper bag, full of her lunch; which she poured out. A sandwich that was neatly held together by Glad’s ’press and seal’. Since she couldn’t hold one together with just normal wrap, she always had to by that out of her own pocket. Though, it was always fun. And it was fool proof, so she could get it done easily. And it was a funny thing. Even when she’d just been setting her orange juice box and packages of gushers into, she heard Mouse mumbling and grumbling about, well, the norm. How horrible men were and that they shouldn’t be trusted and that they were all just, well… it was Mouse. She could go on forever, right? But she’d heard Twist’s name being said here and there. And as much as she would have liked to get up and stand up for Landon, she didn’t know him, or how to talk back and correct people. If He wanted to live his life that way, it was his choice, they just needed to love him the way he was, just like she’d always done for Princess, and Fender… Maybe she had a soft spot for Manwhores. That would be horrible… but, her thoughts got distracted by her suddenly, (while unwrapping her peanut butter sandwich) since, nobody else was there, she started to sing that ever-so-catchy McDonalds tune. But, so quietly it sounded like a rodent were singing it, “putt putt chug-a-chug clank clank squeak rattle buump crash bump a-woogah.” But only once, to see if she still knew how it went.
Face claim
Kaijuu Ushio//Sakagami Tomoyo//CLANNAD
