Post by Sakamoto Mitsuko on Aug 11, 2009 20:08:53 GMT -6
:: Sakamoto Mitsuko::
Type: Original
Age: 16
Year and Class: 2-C
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crushes: None
Face Claim:Tsurugi Minko from Hanasaku Iroha
Description:
Mitsuko plays to the average teenage female build. She’s a little more than five feet tall and weighing in at around one hundred and twenty pounds. Her face is round and eventually ends in a softened point. Her eyes are a hazel, possibly brown, color. Usually her face has a rather bored look on it, which is because she usually seems to express boredom. About the most expressive part of her face ends up being the eyes, mouth, and eyebrows, which move and bend to express her emotions.[/size]
Moving lower on her body, her head is found to be attached to a slender neck. This next is then attached to shoulders and arms that are slim and feminine. Her bust is above average, but she usually doesn’t do much to show it off and therefore is mostly hidden by her clothing. The same goes for her waist and hips, and overall it can be said Mitsuko doesn’t like to flaunt herself much. These eventually flow into legs that are, like her arms, are feminine.
Her hair, color wise, is a black color. It goes down far enough to reach the top of her back in the back, and almost to her chest in the front sides. She keeps it a bit on the messy side, but its an organized mess. It falls off to the sides of her face, though her bangs can reach to her eyes if she’s not paying attention to where they are. Most of the time it’s parted to the side, but can move over to cover her forehead.
Like all students, when at school and during the school week, she wears the female school uniform. Once she’s out and about on the town, she switches into a more casual outfit. She particularly enjoys wearing shorts and t-shirts of some sort, sometimes the occasional sports jacket if the weather permits.
Personality:
In the past, Mitsuko was infamous for her sense of perfectionism. Everything had to be perfect, whether it was a homework assignment, her schedule, or even her clothes. She would always arrive at school in a perfectly clean-cut and ironed uniform. As for social time, there was none. Mitsuko spent most of her time studying in order to get that perfect score on a quiz or test. Punctuality was also important to her, so she was known to have never been late to class.[/size]
There was, however, a downside to all of this. In order to keep these perfectly high standards, she was forced to spend a lot of time, effort, and energy. Eventually, the stress it took to keep up her perfectionism got to her, and resulted in a meltdown. This meltdown turned her personality almost completely around. While she won’t fail her test or quizzes on purpose, she no longer goes at it with a frenzied and complete dedication. She’s more prone to procrastination, and no longer has the enthusiasm she once had for learning.
The main cause behind the breakdown, however, was a self-created belief that her value in her parent's eyes was based on those grades and her school performance. When she failed her elections, she translated into failing her parents. Afraid of being rejected from them, she decided to strike first and reject everything else. She still lives in fear of disappointing her parents, but has numbed it by acting as if she doesn't need their approval or that she cares at all.
The meltdown also had another affect on her personality. Before it she was known to give out advice, whether or not someone wanted it. This made many feel that she was criticizing her, and she would at least admit that she was. Part of her perfectionism required her to do so. Now, however, she tends to use more sarcastic comments to get her point across. This is because even if she isn’t the pinnacle of perfectionist behavior, she still retains that need to criticize. Sarcasm is the only way she feels she let out that need without being a complete jerk about it (whether or not that is effective is a different question). It's also made her a fan of messing with people and teasing them a little, just for the fun of it while also giving important life lessons if she can make one up...but usually for fun.
One thing the meltdown didn’t affect, however, is her stubbornness when it comes to ideals. Before she was rather protecting of younger kids. As a single child, she had always wanted a little brother or sister, but since that never happened, she considered younger students to be such a position. After her meltdown, she still retains protectiveness over the younger kids of the school. Instead of being polite about it like she used to, however, she’s more willing to get up in a bully’s face and stare them down.
Histoy:
Before her birth, Mitsuko’s parents had trouble conceiving a child. For months they had attempted to, but it usually ended in failure. When Mitsuko’s mother became pregnant with her, they were ecstatic. They planned on giving her the best life they could, and even before she was born, began to plan on how to do so. Education seemed to be the best way to improve a person’s standard of living, so they would follow various advice such as playing Mozart. They hoped that by giving her their full attention and focus, their ‘miracle’ baby would grow up to become a highly successful individual.[/size]
Eventually Mitsuko was born, and for the first few years things seemed to go well. As a child she was able to develop at a slightly faster pace than the other kids. She walked earlier, talked earlier, potty-trained earlier. Her success reinforced her parent’s belief in giving her all they could to improve her life. Whenever she did something good, they would congratulate her and ‘reward’ her with hugs or kisses or anything like that. People mess up, however, and so when ever Mitsuko did so her parent’s would penalize her.
Normally this would be appropriate behavior for a parent, but early on it could be seen that issues would arise. Her parents, in their zealous attempts to make sure Mitsuko would learn to be a successful person, penalized her for every slight mistake she would made. They would point it out and force her to repeat whatever it was she messed up on until she got it right. During the penalties, they behaved, in Mitsuko’s mind at least, rather cold and loveless. Eventually, Mitsuko conditioned herself to believe that in order to keep her parents’ love, she had to be ‘the perfect child.’
Soon it became time for her to go to school, the perfect place for Mitsuko to prove she could be the perfect child. She sat quietly in class, worked extra hard to study her books and lessons. Every time she could she would raise her hand and answer the questions. During group activities, she took over and made sure everyone else did their jobs ‘perfectly’. Many of the kids thought her bossy, but her ‘polite’ handling of groups made the teachers believe she had leadership potential. Her parents, upon hearing of this praise about Mitsuko, were too busy celebrating her success to notice the beginnings of her eventual meltdown.
This early success caused her parent’s to focus even more on her, hoping to mold this early success into a lifelong habit of achievement. At first Mitsuko had wished that another kid would be born, that she would have a little brother or sister. While she loved the attention she got (what kid didn’t love attention), at the same time she wished that they would leave her alone a just a little bit. Another sibling would divert their attention, but eventually she realized that such a person would never arrive. Her parents were so concerned about her future they never even considered trying for a second. So Mitsuko was forced to accept her fate as an only child, though as a subversion of this acceptance she found herself defending the smaller kids at school. They served for her as a replacement for the sibling she would never had.
As time moved on, and the classes became harder and harder, Mitsuko, for all intents and purposes, gave up a social life to keep up with perfect grades. Friends were a distant concept for her; there was only class, and her perfection to worry about. Even her ‘siblings’ that she used to defend were left to fend for themselves. The only times she would talk to others was during group projects, or to criticize them for their mistakes. Naturally, this made her rather unpopular with kids, but as she never truly behaved nasty, they more or less ignored her then anything else. Mitsuko, of course, didn’t care what they thought.
Upon reaching the upper echelons of high school, Mitsuko found a reason to socialize; Student Council. Remembering her ‘leadership’ abilities that she had as a younger child, going into Student Government seemed to be a good choice. Besides, if she planned on moving on into college, having leadership experience like that was a great addition. Also, it would give her a chance to fix all the issues she saw around the school (issues which only she could see due to her obsessive perfectionism).
However, she had little chance of winning in her current year, and would have to wait for high school to have a decent chance. Most people in her current year wouldn’t vote for her, but in high school, there were students from various other places that didn’t. It gave her a fresh start. So when freshman year started, and the Council elections began. Her intentions to run were spurred on by her parents, who felt the same way she did about it. Being even a simply representative on the Council would be a huge advantage when she had to compete for colleges. They began to help her with anything they could from posters to helping her write speeches. Never before had they put so much effort into helping her out with a project, or at least the first time in a long time. The amount of pure pride in her that came from her parents made winning this election the most important thing in the world for Mitsuko.
The day of the election came; she lost. She didn’t win one single seat on the council. All that time and effort she spent into creating an image for herself, being extra nice, all wasted. For once she even held off on her homework to the last minute because she was so engrossed in winning. Now there was a massive stack of assignments to do, and to top it all off, she believed that when she told her parents about it, they would be crushed. They saw her as the perfect child, and they absolutely loved that child, but now that she lost, they wouldn’t love her any more. Before the announcements were even over, the entire class watched as she broke down in the classroom, bawling her eyes out as she suffered a mental meltdown from the stress and pressure on her that had been building up for years.
Obviously, Mitsuko went home early, and didn’t return to school for the next few days. Instead, she stayed locked up in her room, ignoring her parents constant attempts to comfort her. She didn’t want to talk to them at all; she wanted to avoid the rejection she was so sure she would receive from talking to them. If they weren’t going to love her after her failure, than she would just stop bothering trying to please them. She wouldn’t become a dropout failure of course. That was just stupid after all. Instead, she was just going to stop acting like she gave a single care about it. Rejecting them before they rejected her would be the easiest way for everyone involved.
In the present, Mitsuko is still known for that breakdown. Many thought it was because she simply couldn’t handle the lost since it ruined her ‘perfection incarnate’ view of herself. However, since it occurred in the beginning of her freshman year, she has developed another reputation as being the rather uncaring and sarcastic girl who, while she gets generally good grades, acts completely uninterested in the world around her. The only time she speaks is to criticize or taunt someone, bashing them for their idiocy. About the only saving grace she has amongst the students, or at least the younger ones, is that she stands up against the bullies who taunt the freshman. Of course, said rescues tend to end with her giving the kids a rant about needing to learn to stand up for themselves, so it balances out.
As for her parents, she still ignores them. Obviously she talks to them every once in awhile, but for the most part she still keeps them at a distance. Talks between the family short, sweet, and too the point. And when they are over she runs off to whatever it is she was working on. That fear of rejection is still present in her mind, but it also developed into rebellion against them and the ‘perfect child’ she used to be. She refuses to return to that life no matter what they say. Unknown to her (or perhaps she is in denial of it), her parents have realized they pressed her too much, and want to make amends. But, like Mitsuko’s sarcasm being a suppression of criticism habit of old, they can’t help but act as if she is still wanting to be ‘the perfect girl’, straining the relationship even more.
::Controller's Information::
Nickname:Whammy
Age:17
Gender: Male
Seen the Anime/Played the Game?: Seen both seasons and have played the game a little
How Did You Find Us?: I made the site XD
Sample RP: From right here on this site XD.
Fuko grumbled a little as the girl seemed to ignore her existence. Did she not notice Fuko sitting right next to her at all? But how could someone not notice someone else’s very existence? Unless, no, it couldn’t be, could it? Was this dark haired girl was some kind of ghost student, doomed to stay and read in the library forever? That must have been it! It was the only explanation for how she could ignore everyone, even someone poking her. She must also be a high level ghost as well to be able to be poked in the first place.
Knowing that a ghost was now protecting her, Fuko felt more secure against the student. He would see this ghost girl and run away in fear and despair. Fuko giggled a little at the thought before deciding to get comfortable and watch the scene unfold. It never crossed her mind that if the girl was a ghost, she might try to hurt her. She clutched onto her starfish, and sat quietly.
The student had tried to reach across the girl to reach Fuko, but the girl suddenly came to life. She seemed scared about something, which confused Fuko. Why would a ghost be scared about something? She sat there with her head titled, watching as the man come closer and closer. And then, the ghost girl yelled “Pervert”, and the guy seemed to have just froze. Fuko had an idea what the word meant, but she had yet to have any major experience with such people. She just thought the word was some kind of magical phrase that made people you didn’t want near you to go away.
Soon the girl was holding a book close to her, and crying. Wait, could ghost cry? Fuko had never heard of such a thing. She must have been some kind of special ghost to be able to cry. What a shocker! Fuko would have to remind herself to give this ghost a starfish after this was all done. Such a rare spectacle would be a wonder for Fuko’s sister’s wedding. Everyone would want see what other amazing skills this super ghost had.
First, however, the bad student had to go away and leave Fuko alone. The magic word pervert apparently still had great power, as he was backing away from them. He even seemed to have forgotten that Fuko was there! Instead, he was being watched by everyone else in the library, and was rambling on trying to say this was a misunderstanding. What was there to misunderstand? Fuko needed the wood to carve starfish, and he tried to take it away from her, saying it was his. But it was on the floor, and he had plenty of wood in his arms when she took it. He didn’t need it at all. Fuko was perfectly justified in taking some wood for her starfish. So in her mind, he deserved what he had just been given.
Once the man was gone, Fuko watched as the girl took a deep sigh, though she still trembled a little. The room was safe, so Fuko didn’t see why the ghost was still acting scared. Maybe she was going to explode from using all her energy to make the man leave. How sad. It meant she couldn’t come to Fuko’s sister’s wedding, and instead she would disappear into the afterlife. Fuko wondered if they had starfish in the afterlife as well? What was she thinking! Of course they had them. What kind of perfect world wouldn’t have something as cute and adorable as starfish. Why, a utopia without starfish wouldn’t be a utopia at all! It would be, uhm, whatever the opposite of a utopia was.
Fuko was about to drift off into one of her daydreams, in this case starfish dancing around with the dead, when she noticed the girl looking at her. Her large, lavender eyes looked like she was confused about something. Was she confused about having a human so close to her? As a ghost, she must not have experienced contact with a lot of people, and after that Loud Man’s behavior, she must have thought humans evil. Which meant it was up to Fuko to show her that not all humans were bad people. And for Fuko, there was only one way to do that.
”No, Fuko is not a bully at all. Fuko is in fact the opposite of a bully. Fuko is a kind and caring person, and wishes you, Ghost Girl, to have this,” she lifted up a wooden starfish right into the girl’s face,”Fuko wants you take this as a gift for saving her from the Loud Man, and to congratulate her sister on her wedding day.”
Fuko placed it into the girl’s hand (making sure she held it tightly so it wouldn’t fall), and then took out another starfish she had carved earlier in the day. She held it up again for her to see, and then started to speak again.
”Now then, I want you to hug the starfish, like this.”
Fuko held the starfish close to her, almost as if she was coddling a baby. She waited for the girl to do the same, but her mind soon began to wander. The girl in front of her was rather cute and innocent, almost as much as Fuko herself was. Her large, yellow eyes glanced down at the starfish in the hands, and she thought of this ghost girl hugging the starfish. In her mind, the girl was holding it close to her, rocking it a little to help comfort the starfish. At first the starfish was scared, being held by a ghost, but soon it was as comfortable with her as it was with its own mother. And it was napping in her arms, and the girl was giving it a comforting smile as she sang it a lullaby.
Such a scene was too much for Fuko, and soon she started to slip the bonds of reality. Her entire mind was focused on a nursery of baby starfish, with nurses that looked like Fuko and the Ghost Girl taking care of them. In the real world, Fuko looked like she had lost it. Her eyes were closed, and a euphoric smile was on her face. Her cheeks had a tint of red on them as she blushed, and she was holding the starfish close to her. It would be awhile before she snapped out of it from the looks of things.
Knowing that a ghost was now protecting her, Fuko felt more secure against the student. He would see this ghost girl and run away in fear and despair. Fuko giggled a little at the thought before deciding to get comfortable and watch the scene unfold. It never crossed her mind that if the girl was a ghost, she might try to hurt her. She clutched onto her starfish, and sat quietly.
The student had tried to reach across the girl to reach Fuko, but the girl suddenly came to life. She seemed scared about something, which confused Fuko. Why would a ghost be scared about something? She sat there with her head titled, watching as the man come closer and closer. And then, the ghost girl yelled “Pervert”, and the guy seemed to have just froze. Fuko had an idea what the word meant, but she had yet to have any major experience with such people. She just thought the word was some kind of magical phrase that made people you didn’t want near you to go away.
Soon the girl was holding a book close to her, and crying. Wait, could ghost cry? Fuko had never heard of such a thing. She must have been some kind of special ghost to be able to cry. What a shocker! Fuko would have to remind herself to give this ghost a starfish after this was all done. Such a rare spectacle would be a wonder for Fuko’s sister’s wedding. Everyone would want see what other amazing skills this super ghost had.
First, however, the bad student had to go away and leave Fuko alone. The magic word pervert apparently still had great power, as he was backing away from them. He even seemed to have forgotten that Fuko was there! Instead, he was being watched by everyone else in the library, and was rambling on trying to say this was a misunderstanding. What was there to misunderstand? Fuko needed the wood to carve starfish, and he tried to take it away from her, saying it was his. But it was on the floor, and he had plenty of wood in his arms when she took it. He didn’t need it at all. Fuko was perfectly justified in taking some wood for her starfish. So in her mind, he deserved what he had just been given.
Once the man was gone, Fuko watched as the girl took a deep sigh, though she still trembled a little. The room was safe, so Fuko didn’t see why the ghost was still acting scared. Maybe she was going to explode from using all her energy to make the man leave. How sad. It meant she couldn’t come to Fuko’s sister’s wedding, and instead she would disappear into the afterlife. Fuko wondered if they had starfish in the afterlife as well? What was she thinking! Of course they had them. What kind of perfect world wouldn’t have something as cute and adorable as starfish. Why, a utopia without starfish wouldn’t be a utopia at all! It would be, uhm, whatever the opposite of a utopia was.
Fuko was about to drift off into one of her daydreams, in this case starfish dancing around with the dead, when she noticed the girl looking at her. Her large, lavender eyes looked like she was confused about something. Was she confused about having a human so close to her? As a ghost, she must not have experienced contact with a lot of people, and after that Loud Man’s behavior, she must have thought humans evil. Which meant it was up to Fuko to show her that not all humans were bad people. And for Fuko, there was only one way to do that.
”No, Fuko is not a bully at all. Fuko is in fact the opposite of a bully. Fuko is a kind and caring person, and wishes you, Ghost Girl, to have this,” she lifted up a wooden starfish right into the girl’s face,”Fuko wants you take this as a gift for saving her from the Loud Man, and to congratulate her sister on her wedding day.”
Fuko placed it into the girl’s hand (making sure she held it tightly so it wouldn’t fall), and then took out another starfish she had carved earlier in the day. She held it up again for her to see, and then started to speak again.
”Now then, I want you to hug the starfish, like this.”
Fuko held the starfish close to her, almost as if she was coddling a baby. She waited for the girl to do the same, but her mind soon began to wander. The girl in front of her was rather cute and innocent, almost as much as Fuko herself was. Her large, yellow eyes glanced down at the starfish in the hands, and she thought of this ghost girl hugging the starfish. In her mind, the girl was holding it close to her, rocking it a little to help comfort the starfish. At first the starfish was scared, being held by a ghost, but soon it was as comfortable with her as it was with its own mother. And it was napping in her arms, and the girl was giving it a comforting smile as she sang it a lullaby.
Such a scene was too much for Fuko, and soon she started to slip the bonds of reality. Her entire mind was focused on a nursery of baby starfish, with nurses that looked like Fuko and the Ghost Girl taking care of them. In the real world, Fuko looked like she had lost it. Her eyes were closed, and a euphoric smile was on her face. Her cheeks had a tint of red on them as she blushed, and she was holding the starfish close to her. It would be awhile before she snapped out of it from the looks of things.
