Post by misae on Sept 22, 2011 9:36:18 GMT -6
Year and Class: N/A
Crushes: —Katsuki Shima, a boy who disappeared at the Autumn Festival while Misae was still in school.
Face Claim: Misae Sagara from Clannad.
Misae Sagara stands at a strong five foot five inches, which is a relatively average height for her age and generation, with a medium muscular build. She has dark navy hair that appears almost black in some darker lit areas. She weighs in at 112 lbs, which is surprising considering her strength, you'd think she'd have more weight due to muscle. She has slightly wider hips than normal, but the curves of her bust help balance that out well. Misae has light brown eyes that appear topaz when the light strikes them well. She has well defined cheekbones and a slim jaw. Once you go past her cords of muscle on the upper arm, Misae's forearms are actually quite slender and dainty.
On a normal day of dorm-mothering, you can find Misae wearing clothes that she doesn't care to get dirty, namely a pair of old blue jeans and a white shirt. Of course, she is also wearing a light brown apron with darker brown threading and decal on the front. Any old pair of tennis shoes are worn when she is cleaning or scolding a certain bleach-headed boy who has a knack for getting himself beat up a lot. Since she's always ready to pull a wresting move on some kid, Misae has often torn through pairs of jeans or elbows of her working shirt. In the winter you can see Misae wearing a slim-fitting red jacket over her normal clothes.
On the rare occasion that Misae gets to go out into town, she pulls her act slightly together and wears more presentable clothes like the kimono she wore to the autumn festival when she was a student or going to get some food. When she goes out, her colors expand to include various types of blouses that accentuate her bust slightly; never does she wear something with anymore more than a simple design, if any at all.
You can always find Misae with something on her mind, whether it be what students in the dorm she had to throw into a headlock or about her years as a student herself, going through that rollercoaster of emotions. Misae faces life with a mixture of optimism and realism. She knows that sometimes the best doesn't work out or that when you start a journey, it takes you down a path that alters you forever. Misae can be deep like that, but she hardly shows that side to the rowdy boys she's dorm mother to, or anyone for that matter. Personal means personal, right?
When she's not thinking about her past, which is quite common with all the commotion that seems to be going on on her doorstep, Misae works as the dorm-mother for the boys dormitory. She loves her job, not that she'd admit it to the kids she puts in headlocks often or anything like that. She scolds them because she cares what happens to the students she meets, she cares who they grow up to become. Some people might see her as rude or mean, but Misae believes in the term tough love, and is constantly proving it. Besides, brute force is a good way to get someone to listen to you.
Misae, despite the roughness she shows to the boys in her dorm, care s very much and worries about them. She has a very empathic quality to her which is masked by her stubborness to her beliefs and what she wants. Being Stuco president helped her realize that she could make a difference, and she helps Tomoyo with ideas for stuco. Misae enjoys helping people, asit takes her mind off of emotional scars and nightmares she wanted to forget.
The fact that Misae lost the boy she fell in love with during highschool profoundly affected who she became later on. He showed her how to get past the stubborness and really what it feels like to love a person. Since then, Misae hasn't found someone she cares about in the same manner as Shima; she doesn't worry about what will happen if she doesn't get married or fall in love. Misae was content for the time being, neither aching for love or because of it.
She hadn't been in town long when she met Daiki Sagara, a young military veteran who had been discharged as a result of friendly fire. He was tall, charming and sweet, everything a girl as stubborn and determined as Masami Sada was looking for in a husband. By some miracle, he liked the fire in her eyes and her will to be willful and determined. It seemed as though they were created for each other, to compliment and occasional anger the other member of the relationship. Masami was a nurse where Daiki was sent after the accident which took away the use of his left eye well. Still, they fell in love and eventually were married.
Together they produced a beautiful child, one with dark navy hair and almost topaz eyes that blinked carefully at the faces around. The Sagara's named her Misae, meaning the beautiful sand painting. They loved that child with their lives. Since her father couldn't get good jobs due to his handicap, Misae helped out as much as possible while her mother was away at work doing nurse like duties. These were the memorable times at which she didn't have to worry about term papers or anything like that. She could just play with her blocks.
But then her father, who's eye laid dormant for several years at subpar usage, got worse. The eye that was destroyed in the friendly fire was acting up, and making Misae freak out internally. Her father who had been there since before Misae was born was now laying in bed with a parasite that had been in his brain, throat and generally siphoning life right out of her.
So Misae went and visited him in the hospital often, skipping through that courtyard after school to go in that weird elevator thing that book her to her father's room. She did however, find one day to where she sat down with a kid in a wheel chair. He looked sickly and Misae figured that her father could wait. Besides she wanted to know what was wrong with the boy in the wheelchair. They started talking and Misae felt like it was just a normal conversation. They talked jokes and fears, and Misae felt like she, however much she wanted to stay, had to go visit her father.
The Parasite killed him in his sleep two days later and Misae never went to that hospital again.
Misae lead a normal life style after the grieving of her father. She had learned to appreciate everyone a bit different, including her mother who seemed to think that her husband was still alive. Misae ignored this part of her mother that never got over the grief. Misae was about middle school aged when all this happened, but her mother never did write her about it in the letters they exchanged.
As time passed, Misae became more focused on school and by a miracle, landed the title of the first female president of the private highschool. It was a big deal, despite her humbleness about the subject. Misae was good at her job too, making sure people heard information or talking about upcoming events. Once she had even got the school inspired about attendance and achieved a week of perfect attendance school wide; it hasn't been done since. Of course, she didn't want to take all the credit for it.
As strong as Misae thought she was, and as level-headed as she seemed, nothing stopped her from falling victim to love. Igaarashi was a tall boy with that clean and humble look about him, and it drew Misae in. She waited everyday to just get the chance to walk home with Igaarashi, a chance to get him to know her better. Unfortunately, the feelings weren't returned to her, and Misae didn't know until after she had met someone who would return her love.
At this time though, a young boy named Katsuni Shima, a boy who pleaded relentlessly for Misae to give him a wish that he could grant her. They became an odd sort of friends, with Misae always beating Shima up, but yet laughing with him later. At thi time Igaarashi asked Shima to tell Misae for him that he knew of Misae affections, but already had a girlfriend. When Shima tries to tell her, Misae is shocked to find out that he said he'd fallen in love with someone, but had to give her bad news about the boy she liked.
Misae saw Igaarashi with his girlfriend walking by and realized Shima was talking about her all this time. Stunned, she turns to leave and is absent the next day.
Due to her stubbornness in choosing a wish and his own foolish antics, Shima and Misae fell in love. Misae finally gave Shima the wish he'd been waiting for, that she wished for him to be by her side forever, loving her. When Shima started crying, Misae went to get them drinks, only to find him gone. Exasperated, Misae looked everywhere in the festival for the boy she loved, but upon a fleeting glance she found him, walking away. Misae called out to him, a tone of pain and shock. Unfortunately, Misae didn't hear what he said back.
Heartbroken and distraught, Misae redefines her life as a dorm-mother after graduation. The job suited her 'teaching' abilities, and Misae loved looking after the kids. Apparently cats too, because not long after graduation a stray tabby cat with familiar green eyes started to come to the dorms, eventually living there as Misae's stray. On days like today, Misae calls her mother to talk, and then often throws down the ol' wrestling moves.
Seen the Anime/Played the Game?: I've seen the anime
How Did You Find Us?: I googled Clannad RP into google, but that was after I saw you on RPG-D
"I didn't expect a boy, I just like expected a cheerleader or a pregnant chick or something. I freaked out." Pascal nodded as the urge to go and dry heave crawled up his throat. He suppressed it. Last thing he needed was a apologizing girl get offended because he was making 'pukey-faces' at her or something. Besides, at least she didn't kick him in th- Okay, let's just stay focused on not barfing on the girl in front of me? That'd be a worthwhile endeavor for a sick person. Pascal thought as he leaned against the mirror he was facing only minutes ago. At least she's not angry with me. Or trying not to be.
He stared off as the girl seemed to be rummaging in her bag for something. Probably something girly, I mean, what else would a girl come to the bathroom for? I bet it's like lipstick or a brush. I hear girls are always carrying brushes with them. It's so...suspicious. Pascal thought as he flicked his gaze to the girl's bag. She was pulling out a blue cloth, and it looked awefully girly. Man, if only I had betted someone on that, I'd have money right now. Pascal thought absentmindedly as the girl walked towards him. When the girl got nearer, Pascal's eyes widened. Why was she getting close to someone who just threw up? Was she crazy?
"You know being in close proximity with sick people gives you a higher probability of tossing your own cookies later, right?" Pascal said quietly as she came even more closer, what looked like a hanky tightly grasped in her hand as she started to reach out to him. What. The. Heck. Is. She. Doing? Pascal frantically thought as she began to speak.
"This might help. You don't look so good." The girl said as she dabbed at his sweaty forehead. Pascal refused to talk until she was farther away, he didn't want to get his 'tossing cookies' disease germs on her. That'd be just rude. So he held his breathe in as she continued to talk. Pulling back a bit to look at him, the girl blushed. Why is she blushing? So suspicious. Pascal thought before his thoughts were interrupted by the girl.
"I mean I bet you look good normally, great in fact but um... right now you don't look so hot." Pascal debated briefly between just staring that she complimented how he looked while he was sick, or to give a chuckle. His instincts said to chuckle, so Pascal gave a small laugh before erupting into a small coughing fit. He covered his mouth with his hands and let the impulse coughing take over until his throat seemed raw. The girl looked away and towards the sink, but Pascal wasn't in a position to wonder why.
After successfully coughing a lung out (only kidding of course,) the girl looked back at him and gave him a concerned glance. "Are you gonna be ok?..." Pascal gave a weak nod up and down before the itch came back and he coughed some more. It's official, this girl probably thinks I'm dying right now. Pascal thought as he slid himself down to the floor. After re-contaminating his hands with the germs, he let his head fal back as he looked towards the ceiling. Today isn't going as planned. At all. Pascal thought as he talked wearily to the girl.
"I'll be okay soon. It's probably just a small cold agrivated by gym. Nothing big. Though, this does mean I can't go back and observe what the class is doing. Bummer." Pascal said, while refraining from telling the girl why he wanted to observe the perfect-drones and find out how exactly they weren't perfect. Everyone had a flaw, but these guys seemed to not. Like they were superheros or something.
And that was suspiciously weird.
"By the by, thanks for the compliment. Your not so bad yourself." Pascal said, not even knowing what he was doing. Was he flirting? Really? You've sunk to new levels of lameness, dude. Pascal thought. He didn't want to just take the compliment. After all, everyone did have something good about them. This girl's hair was just really nice, and complimented her blue eyes well. He wasn't lying, she did look good in a natural, girl next door way to him. It was like a requirement in this school for girls. They all seemed to look well and confidant.
He was tempted to crack a joke to lighten the mood, but with the itch climbing his throat, he just refrained from speaking and looked at the ceiling tiles, which were lightly spotted.