Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2015 20:48:25 GMT -6
||| YUKIMURA MIZUKI |||
Hanako Ikezawa ; Katawa Shoujo
#Name; Yukimura Mizuki
#Age ; 16
#D.O.B. ;July 10
#Occupation ; Student
#Year and class ;1-B
#Height ; 164cm
#Weight ; 52kg
#Physique ; Has a generally slim physique that is around average for her age.
#Hair color and style ; Dark, almost purplish in color, Mizuki often wears her hair down past her shoulders to her waist. It is styled straight and cleaned, except on the side of her face that is scarred. There she tends to keep it longer and messier so that her bangs are covering it up to some degree.
#Eye color ; Greyish-purple
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Has large, visible scars on the right side of her body and face.
#Clothing styles ; Outside of school, Mizuki tends to wear dressier clothing that is designed to cover as much of her body as she can. She likes darker colors for jackets, such as blue or black, and wearing lighter colored blouses underneath. She also often tends to wear a cap of some sort, furthering the idea she’s trying to be inconspicuous.
#A more thorough description (optional) ;
One of the defining traits of Mizuki is the almost crippling levels of shyness and social anxiety that she tends to exhibit. She tends to be uncomfortable around people, often shifting herself around so as to try and stay out the way and take up the least amount of room as possible. Only rarely does she ever initiate conversation herself. Even when other initiate, however, she can be a little jumpy and timid in a manner not unlike a deer. If there is an escape route possible she’ll at least consider the possibility of making a run for it. The urge to at least try and get past her issues, however, and simple politeness means she will make the attempt to listen if someone else has something to say.
Despite these tendencies, however, Mizuki does want to try and become more involved with others. To that end she has an enjoyment of people-watching, hoping maybe watching others interact will help her learn more about interacting. To that end she has also picked up a bit of a hobby in photography, often quietly taking pictures of people going about their business and interacting with one another. It’s also a natural hobby for someone like her who likes to be in the background and observe others. Therefore, she can often be found to have a camera on her person, and despite her social reservations she’ll often be glad to take a picture if you ask her.
If a person can get her to open up and go beyond minimal interactions, they will find that Mizuki is a generally sweet and caring girl. Once she’s comfortable with a person she is generally more open and willing to spend time with them or go out somewhere and hangout. Still, she doesn’t become a completely casual person as even with friends she tends to be polite and quiet. She is also quite empathetic, willing to provide an ear if nothing else if a friend is in trouble. In fact, there is a tendency for her to put the needs of others above herself, keeping her own feelings bottled up so as to not bother or risk losing the few people she does care about
A major source of her issues comes from the trauma that resulted from her burns at a young age. She’s very self-conscious of them, and often tries to hide or cover them up. The insecurity goes a lot deeper than concerns about aesthetics, however. Mizuki does not enjoy the idea that people might be interacting with her out of a sense of pity or protection as she feels that they are not treating her as an equal. She’s aware of her issues and is making efforts to overcome them. This does not mean that she doesn’t appreciate a genuine desire to assist her or care for her, but she tends to be distrustful of these gestures.
A native to Hikarizaka, Mizuki's parents usually commuted by train to work in a nearby larger city. Working within larger companies, they made a generally good living, allowing the family to live comfortably in a small house in Hikarizaka. While they did her best, being left alone often enough meant Mizuki grew up a relatively quiet and shy child. Still, she was generally well liked and did well in school, growing up over all well-adjusted despite her parent's absences.
One day, when she was nine, Mizuki decided to try and have a surprise for her parents for when they got home. It wasn't anything particularly special about that day: she simply thought that trying to make dinner for them would be something nice to do since they usually got home late and tired. She didn't technically have the permission to use the stove and oven, but she was getting to be a big girl now. Surely they wouldn't mind if she gave it a try, right? So she got out the ingredients, starting the stove, and getting the frying oil ready. In trying to get everything set up, however, she didn't notice that the oil had started getting too hot, not at least until the pan began to flare up with fire. Panicking, she tried to put it out with water, but that only made it worse as the oil splashed around, including on her. Soon the whole home had started to burn, forcing her to try and make it out. The hot oil and flames burned her badly, but she successfully stumbled her way out of the home before she collapsed on the ground.
The ambulances had already arrived by the time her parents got home. The fact that she survived the fire was considered a miracle, even though half of her body had suffered from massive burning. As months passed it started healing somewhat, but for the rest of her life the right side of her body would have massive scarring. Months of physical therapy went by to help her regain use of that side and recover. In the meantime, she was homeschooled by her mother, who left her job, to try and keep up with her school work. Due to the priority being on her mental and physical recovery, however, she still slipped behind enough that the best decision was for her to stay behind a year.
She returned to school a year behind normal schedule. It was a rough time: between her age and the scars few people were eager to interact with her. Few people ever said stuff to her face, keeping their mocking to whispers in the shadow. Mizuki was aware of them, however, and such knowledge kept her from wanting to interact with others much. Instead she preferred to hang out in the library, sitting, watching others go by their day as she read her books. She took a particular interest in photo albums, an interest that resulted in her getting a camera for her birthday a few years after the incident.
Years of therapy and living eventually made her more comfortable with people, able to interact with them on some level instead of being reduced to a panic. Still, upon entering high school, Mizuki still doesn't have any real close, personal friends. Her interest in photography has grown into a hobby, with her favorite subjects being people. It's sort of a way for her to interact with them without actually interacting with them, in a sense. Being so long after the incident, her parents have both started working again, meaning she often is home alone to either sit or go out on the town and explore.The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Whammy
#Age ; 22
#Gender (optional); Male
#Other Characters (if any); None
#Seen the anime/played the visual novel? ; Yes
#How did you find us? ; Former admin of the site and the original founder
#Sample RP ;
For today's exploration into town, Mizuki had decided that the best place to be was downtown. While she enjoyed the park, something about it felt a little more...intimate was about the best word she could think of. The place was empty enough that people were alone or in small groups so to her it felt a little off and creepy to be taking photos there. It would be like taking pictures of people in their own homes or something, which she of course never did. Downtown, however,, where people were in crowds? Things felt a little more anonymous, with people fading into the crowds so it could be hard to get a clear identification on them. So she felt a little better taking pictures of people here since the expectation of intimacy was less. Besides, it felt a little more alive here than in the park. Maybe that was a sign of the changing times, that the hustle and bustle of downtown felt more like the actual heart of the city than the tranquility of the park.
In any case, that was the situation she was in as she sat down at some small cafe, trying to figure out what to do. It was around lunch time, and the slight gnawing in her stomach told her getting a bite to eat wouldn't be a bad idea. She had just ordered a sandwich as she didn't feel up for much else. As she waited she started to idly flip through the photos on her her digital camera to see what she had captured. Most of it was just people idly walking or looking at stuff. She felt it a bit of an invasion of privacy if she captured anything more than that. Still, she couldn't help but sneak a few photos in of a young couple sneaking a kiss or a kid eagerly playing with a new toy right out of the toy store. After all, that was part of life. Specifically, it was a part that she in particular didn't get much of a chance to experience. She would just make a note to delete them later as that would ease at least some of her guilt for invading their privacy.
After a few moment her sandwich arrived, and she began to nibble on it as she looked around for something else to photograph. Some of her fellow lunch people seemed promising, but taking pictures to people so close was a little discomforting. Mostly because they could probably see her take pictures, which usually didn't end well as people tried to talk to her about it. When they did, they were either angry for her snooping or interested in her hobby. The former was more troublesome, what with being yelled at and all that always being an unpleasant experience. Either option, however, wasn't exactly something she enjoyed. The probing questions of a person actually interested in her always made her feel like the spotlight was on her, which would get her all flustered up.
Still, when a nearby child had their mother fussing with them over some ice cream spilled on her face, she couldn't resist the urge to take out her camera and take a quick photo as the mother started to dab at the obviously annoyed young boy. It was kind of an adorable scene after all. All she had to do was make sure to delete it later.