Post by Kajiwara Emiko on Jul 11, 2009 2:35:42 GMT -5
THE BASICS
Name; Kajiwara Emiko (Rachael doesn’t do kanji because she doesn’t know how to)
Nicknames; Em, Emmy, any Americanized version of her name.
Age; 16
Year; 2
Class; A
Family; Mother – Kajiwara Miyu, 45, well-off defense attornery
Father - Kajiwara Junpei, deceased, was a wealthy owner of an independent computer business
Older brother – Kajiwara Haji, 18.
THE LOOKS
Model; Brenda Song
Hair; Her hair is naturally black, though she normally dyes it a medium shade of brown, her bangs a few shades lighter. She has been known to put a few streaks of color in her hair as well – usually purple or magenta. She keeps it rather long and curls it most of the time, though has chopped it and let it go natural every once in a while.
Body Style; Emiko is rather tiny at only 153 cms, though she is in heels whenever possible to look taller. Her curves are tiny, though alluring and definitely there, and her waist is tiny.
Usual Clothing; Emiko is very vain when it comes to appearances and clothing, so she only wears the best. Her father had never spared any expense for his baby girl and her mother had been spoiled herself, so Emiko was only given the best clothing and jewelry.
She is rather fond of dresses, pretty and girly tops, skirts, high heels and tight-fitting jeans. She is very picky about what she wears, and it usually does take her quite a while to get dressed. Her clothes are in fashion, and she will rarely be caught wearing something out of season.
Distinguishing Features; Emiko does not fit in in Japan, and her clothing style doesn’t really either. Everything about her screams ‘New York.’
THE PERSON INSIDE
History; Kajiwara Emiko was born on a rainy April morning, the second child to happy parents. She was born in Tokyo, and lived there for the first year of her life. However, once her father realized that his business would prosper more in the United States, the family up and moved to New York City. Emiko had very few memories of Japan; her family moved when she was five.
She grew up in Manhattan, and wouldn’t have had it any other way. Her father’s business boomed, and soon, their family had more money than they knew what to do with. Her mother was already a successful lawyer, and now her father’s risk of a business had really taken off. They seemed to have the perfect family life – two children that had assimilated so well into American culture (then again, they hadn’t really had time to pick up on Japanese culture), and they both had jobs that they loved and that really provided. Any regrets they’d had about leaving Japan were erased.
Their family life was a normal one in New York City. They lived in a nice penthouse on the Upper East Side and the children were sent off to prep schools. Junepei traveled a lot with his work, though tried to be back before his children had a chance to miss him. Emiko was a daddy’s girl, and loved the presents she got upon his return. Her favorite of all time was a locket he’d had made for her, which she still wears to this day.
Emiko went by ‘Em’ or ‘Emmy’ in school, wanting to Americanize herself as much as she possibly could. She fit in quite well and school, and became something of a Queen Bee type. Girls followed her around willingly, due to Emmy’s assertive personality, and she was very happy to be on top. It took quite a bit of work to get there, so once she had, she was content.
However, things seemed to fall apart quite quickly. Her father was killed in a drive-by shooting when she was sixteen; he was just a random passer-by, though that did not stop the man from killing him. The police never did find out who the killer was, which made Miyu feel uncomfortable and unsafe. The man could have a grudge against the family or something, and she wasn’t going to risk losing any of her children. The body was sent to Japan, as that was where the entire family was, and after the funeral, Miyu decided that the family was going to stay there.
Haji had taken it in stride, though Emiko threw a fit. She wanted to go back home; she liked New York, and she felt so out of place in Japan. However, no matter how many fits she threw, it appeared that they were staying.
Personality; Emiko was a complex individual that was hard to read unless one knew her well. Once one got used to her personality, she was probably as easy to read as a Dr. Suess book. She tried her best to keep her emotions concealed from others; she was an actress that only portrayed what she wanted the world to see.
Emiko had trust issues, though once a person was let in as a friend, she rarely let them go. She had very few friends, though the ones she had she held dear to her heart. She missed them dearly (text messaging was not enough), and they were one of the reasons why she wanted to go back to New York.
She was highly sarcastic, and her retorts were often rude and sharp. She did not hesitate to snap, and sometimes forgot to think before she spoke. It was a bad thing, though she didn’t really care. She didn’t like using what her mother called ‘the filter.’ Mincing words was useless; the truth always came out, so just saying it outright avoided problems. She loved sarcasm and used it quite often, though usually in a way that it flew over the person’s head
Emiko used sharp retorts and rudeness to armor a fragile ego and delicate center. She was still hurting from the loss of her father though tried not to let it show, and had more confidence issues than she knew what to do with. The expectations that she set for herself were damn near impossible to meet, though she pushed herself until she did. She would not be happy until she was accepted into an Ivy League school (she was, of course, going to college in America) and became successful.
Emiko was a true romantic deep down, and just honestly wanted some boy to come and sweep her off her feet. She was a typical girl in the sense that she wanted her happily ever after, and she just really wanted someone to love. She was broken almost beyond repair after her father's death, and after, just wanted someone to cling to and love and adore.
THE ROLEPLAYER
Your Name; Rachael~ Btw sorry this fails so bad, I’m tired and sunpoisoned.
Roleplay Sample; Izzy sample:
There are some days when life just seems out to get you. On those days, things go from bad to worse to absolutely horrid. For someone with a short temper, these types of days do not end well in any way, shape or form. Unfortunately, Isolde McMillern was one of those people that blew up very easily. She had trouble with self-control, and as a result, often got in trouble when she was having bad days. Also unfortunately, today was one of those days.
It had started with her roommate’s cat waking her up by clawing at her arm (which now had a few lovely gashes in it, because Izzy couldn’t heal for the life of her and she hated the nurse), and she ten realized she had gotten up late. So she had stumbled up and fallen out of bed after getting tangled in her sheets and she couldn’t find her tie for what felt like forever. She was late for her first class for the third time and had twenty House points docked and was awarded detention for that night. She had forgotten her homework and earned another detention and ended up falling asleep and missing important notes that would be on the test they were being given tomorrow. A lost first year bumped into her in the hallway, frantic and lost, and before Izzy could shake him off to find someone else, the bell rang.
She dodged around the little idiot and hurried up the stairs, skidding to a halt in front of her classroom just before her professor closed the door. “Do you have a pass?” She promptly asked, annoyance coloring her tone as Izzy slid in and sighed, shaking her head and pushing a hair out of her face. The annoyance was then visible in her features and her tone turned even more annoyed. “Miss McMillern, you cannot just wander the halls without a pass! Showing up late for class is just another—”
Izzy didn’t think before reacting, cutting her off in an irritated tone. “Look, I’m sure you woke up this morning and looked in the mirror and realized that you spent the last twenty years of your pathetic life teaching a boring and unimportant class to a bunch of kids that spend more time making fun of you than doing the work you assign, but if you could not take that out on me, it would be just swell.” And suddenly, a week’s worth of detention was dropped onto the two she had already earned.
She was overly thankful that her next two periods were free, as she needed time to calm down and to think of how the hell she was going to explain to Cedric that she had to miss a week and two day’s worth of practices without him killing her. Everything she came up with so far ended up in her death or physical injury, so she decided to get back to thinking later and was going to dedicate her time to calming down. She headed back to the Hufflepuff Common Room and checked the notice board out of habit, and was pleased to see that the Quidditch Pitch was free for about an hour. She dropped her stuff off in her dorm and changed into a pair of black shorts with a yellow stripe down the sides (they were her practice shorts) and a black tee shirt with the name of a Muggle band written across it. After grabbing her broom, she headed for the Quidditch Pitch.
Upon arriving, she dropped her broom down and pulled the elastic off of her wrist, pulling back dark brown curls into a loose pony tail, a think expanse of pale skin revealed as her shirt rose up with the motion. She blinked when she spotted someone else on the Pitch, and an irritated sigh left her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. All she wanted to do was run laps to clear her head and maybe fly a little, but of course, someone had to get in the way of that. “Isn’t the Pitch free this hour?” She asked, eyebrows raised.
