Post by jackie on Jan 27, 2012 15:16:10 GMT -6
::Ashynna Harthè::
Type: Original
Age: 16 years old
Year and Class: Class 2-D
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crushes: None, as of yet
Face Claim: I don’t know who they are, but here’s where I found the image.
Description:
Ashynna is average height for a French girl. She stands around five feet and six inches. She has a small face, but with baby smooth skin. Her face still looks slightly babyish. She‘s not chubby, per say, but she has that babyish fat on her face. She has merely average bust, and due to her innocence, she doesn‘t even think of it in any way at all. Her hair is long, thin, and brown. Her eyes are brown, and glassy. She often has the expression of fear or near crying on her face. Most of the times when she smiles, it is to warmly welcome somebody and her attempt to make others happy.[/size]
She tends to wear conservative clothing when not wearing her uniform. She never wants to flaunt, but always wants to look cute. She typically will wear a brow beret with a pink lily flower. She wears a black jacket with brown trim. The cuffs of her jacket are brown. A scarf is around her neck on the colder days. To complete the outfit, she has a matching skirt, with silver buttons for decoration. A belt wraps around her stomach. This doesn‘t just provide a nice finish to her outfit, but also helps protect her stomach, as she is extremely ticklish there.
Personality:
Ashynna is a rather shy woman. She is not one to run up to everybody and greet them. They usually have to go up to her. She is very sensitive about her appearance and presentation. She doesn’t want to be flaunting anything, nor does she want to look embarrassing. Ashynna is perceived by most to be kind, caring, and thoughtful, perhaps a little too much. She seems to be a complete push over. Anybody can make her do practically whatever they want. She may be seen as particularly clumsy at times, tripping and dropping things. Though, she is good at recovering from such embarrassing moments. There are moments when Ashynna can seem helpless from being so emotional and sensitive all the time, though she can somewhat stand for herself. She is loyal to her friends and her missions, seeing everything through to the end no matter what.[/size]
Ashynna has the tendency of downing herself. This has somewhat to do with her submission to people around her. She takes every compliment lightly, and every insult heavily. She especially with the kind of groups she gets sucked into, she tends to be the center of the abuse, and blamed for most things. Though, she puts up with it, because she does not have many friends herself.
Ashynna finds that she is stuck doing homework for others as well. She knows what she is doing most of the time, and those who don‘t pay too much attention (more so, those who like to take advantage of her) make her do their homework on occasion. She is somewhat of a teacher‘s pet at times, but not on purpose. She‘s just trying to do her work, and learn as much as she possibly can.
Whenever she has some extra time on her hands, she enjoys doing anything that seems cute. She loves wearing adorable clothing, going swimming in her assortment of bathing suits. She accidentally can come off as flirty because of this. However, she often goes with whatever her friends want to do, and is happy to do so.
History:
She was originally born in France. Most people can infer she is at least from one of those European countries due to her name. She often gets the response “Oh! You sounded European.” Ashynna studied Japanese through all of her High School career. She had always intended on going to a Japanese High School as a studying abroad program. She didn‘t mind that she had to take High School session in another country. She was learning new things, and Japanese schools were interesting. Her first year of High School was back in France. It was extremely difficult for her to leave all of her friends, though they were mostly friends for her services. She still came to like them.[/size]
Her family was even harder to leave. She originally suggested him to come along. However, her father had to stay because of his job. He is a professional architect, and he was working on a big project about constructing a Cathedral. She understood entirely, and departed on her own.
Other family members were not mentioned because she was an only child. She always wanted a sibling, which is probably why she wanted to be nice to most people (as somewhat of an “adoption“ of them as family). Furthermore, her mother left her and her father only a year ago. She was quick to adjust and most people don‘t even know about it. Her and her father agreed to never speak of it around each other, as they knew it would make them cry. Ashynna has written and will write to her father weekly. She wants to stay as connected as possible, and she loves to write.
Her mother left because of her horrific nature. She married him not quite for the love. More so, she married him because he drew in a lot of money, and she thought his French accent was cute. Once she drew as much blood from a stone as possible, she left him in the dust. She took all she possibly could, not caring one bit for Ashynna herself, and left without a word. Neither her father, nor Ashynna know where her step-mother ran off to. Some other country, no doubt, but there are far to many in Europe to find her.
In the beginnings of her year, she has taken a certain liking to Avery Vanderbilt. She noticed Avery needed some friends, especially with her not getting along with most of the native peoples. She follows her around most of the time, and tries to keep her happy in any way she can. Often, though, she finds herself being used by her. Though she seems to put it aside like its nothing.
Controller's Information
Nickname: Jackie, which is a little nickname I’ve had for a while in real life, with my name being Jacques and all. If you want, I can also be called MM, since it has been an internet nickname for four years.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Seen the Anime/Played the Game?: I haven’t played the game, but I’ve watched the Anime twice!
How Did You Find Us?: A friend linked the site to me after a different friend wanted to join a High School RP (Paris would be that friend). I always have been looking for a High school RP, too. (It may be a little weird, since it was a year ago)
Sample RP: Here’s a sample from another site. If you want a new one based on this RP, I can supply one:
Deep in the bowels of the ocean, sunlight scattered about the ocean floor. It danced into a small natural underwater cavern. Eyes, as dark and blue as the ocean itself, opened up. The appearance of a person was shown for a few seconds, but then a divine light as bright as the sun shone and the person was gone.
The scene shifted to a land of clouds. Thirteen large thrones were around a hearth. The thrones must have been ten stories high and made of marble. Twelve of the seats were filled. The people in them were also ten stories high. The one in the middle had a large beard and his skin a deep tan, like a Greek. He had his toga pinned with a lightning bolt. It was Zeus. On his right was his salty smelling brother, Poseidon, and to his left, his pale skinned brother, Hades.
It was Olympus. The twelve Olympian gods were having a council meeting. The deep blue eyed woman from the ocean slowly approached. She as well was ten stories high. "The council starts." Zeus' voice boomed. "Kyma Tethys Oceanus, Goddess of water. You have been accused of betrayal among Olympus. How do you plead?"
"Not guilty, Zeus." the woman stated.
"She lies," Poseidon yelled.
"And your proof, Poseidon?" Athena, daughter of Zeus, asked. He waved his hand and a view of the Ocean was present. Two forces were clashing underneath the waves. One was an army of mermen all bearing a trident, the symbol of Poseidon, and a shield. The other force was a sea of Mermaids with an image of waves brandished on their shields. It was the symbol of Kyma.
"What..." Kyma whispered under her breath.
"His evidence speaks well," Ares stated.
"I wouldn't do that! Why would I fight a God greater than I?" Kyma said.
"Don't brown nose me!" Poseidon stood from his throne.
"Brother, sit." Zeus placed his hand on his shoulder. "Kyma, his vision speaks the truth. You are banished to live a mortal life. You are no longer Goddess of the Ocean." The thirteenth throne shattered, and Kyma fell through the clouds.
She awoke on the beach, her brown hair messily sprawled across the sand. She sat up, her size returned to the normal size of a human, along with her godly robes. Her gourde was curiously still with her. The gourde is what Kyma used to control water away from water. A soft voice echoed. "Kyma...I do not believe you did this. But you'll have to prove it. I restored a little of your power, but you need to sink it in." The voice belonged to Athena. It was good to know at least one Goddess trusted her.
She stood up and looked out into the ocean. Her only home and only allies. Both were just stripped from her.
The scene shifted to a land of clouds. Thirteen large thrones were around a hearth. The thrones must have been ten stories high and made of marble. Twelve of the seats were filled. The people in them were also ten stories high. The one in the middle had a large beard and his skin a deep tan, like a Greek. He had his toga pinned with a lightning bolt. It was Zeus. On his right was his salty smelling brother, Poseidon, and to his left, his pale skinned brother, Hades.
It was Olympus. The twelve Olympian gods were having a council meeting. The deep blue eyed woman from the ocean slowly approached. She as well was ten stories high. "The council starts." Zeus' voice boomed. "Kyma Tethys Oceanus, Goddess of water. You have been accused of betrayal among Olympus. How do you plead?"
"Not guilty, Zeus." the woman stated.
"She lies," Poseidon yelled.
"And your proof, Poseidon?" Athena, daughter of Zeus, asked. He waved his hand and a view of the Ocean was present. Two forces were clashing underneath the waves. One was an army of mermen all bearing a trident, the symbol of Poseidon, and a shield. The other force was a sea of Mermaids with an image of waves brandished on their shields. It was the symbol of Kyma.
"What..." Kyma whispered under her breath.
"His evidence speaks well," Ares stated.
"I wouldn't do that! Why would I fight a God greater than I?" Kyma said.
"Don't brown nose me!" Poseidon stood from his throne.
"Brother, sit." Zeus placed his hand on his shoulder. "Kyma, his vision speaks the truth. You are banished to live a mortal life. You are no longer Goddess of the Ocean." The thirteenth throne shattered, and Kyma fell through the clouds.
She awoke on the beach, her brown hair messily sprawled across the sand. She sat up, her size returned to the normal size of a human, along with her godly robes. Her gourde was curiously still with her. The gourde is what Kyma used to control water away from water. A soft voice echoed. "Kyma...I do not believe you did this. But you'll have to prove it. I restored a little of your power, but you need to sink it in." The voice belonged to Athena. It was good to know at least one Goddess trusted her.
She stood up and looked out into the ocean. Her only home and only allies. Both were just stripped from her.
