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||| HAMADA MISORA |||
Honma Meiko (Menma); Anohana (The Flower We Saw That Day)
#Name ; Hamada Misora
#Age ; 17
#Gender ; Female
#Sexuality ; Heterosexual
#D.O.B. ; October 13th, 1985
#Occupation ; Student
#Year and class ; 3rd Year // Class 3-B
#Height ; 147 cm (4’ 8”)
#Weight ; 34 kg (74 lbs.)
#Physique ; Short and skinny.
#Hair color and style ; Misora’s hair color is silver that is long, straight, and stretches to about waist-length. The bangs are cut at the fringe on the top of the forehead.
#Eye color ; Blue
#Other appearance details (optional) ; Misora carries a birthmark right around her belly button, almost in the shape of a simple flower. The skin is colored differently in the area, a tan hue clashing with her pale form. However, very few know about it as she hides it very well for purposes of her own.
Another detail is that her skin can periodically grow paler, indicating to others that there may be an underlying issue with her health that most aren't aware of. In these periods of time, the Hamada is found more often than not shivering and trembling uncontrollably. However, she'll still smile even in periods such as those.
#Clothing styles ; Misora adorns a white tiered, one-piece dress, fastened with a small blue bow right at the center of her chest with overlaying frills at the hems outside of school. It's the one trademark outfit she can be found in if not another white dress of a similar design, the bow a different color as well. One quirk about the Hamada that is looked upon is that she tends to walk through the town barefoot sometimes while carrying her sandals because she likes the way the ground feels on her feet. There are periods of time in the summer where the Hamada will be found with her hair in a bun or ponytail, while close to the end of autumn and beginning of winter, her hair will be down always.
Inside of school, she wears the Hikarizaka school uniform. Bearing the blue insignia of a third year on the front pocket, the sleeves of her outfit stop just at her fingers - almost completely covering her hands. The blue skirt reaches her mid-thigh while her stockings are white - similar to most of the female students in the high school.
#Personality ;Ever since her early childhood days, Misora Hamada has always been an optimistic girl who was rarely seen without a smile on her petite face when others were around. Known for her patience among those that are familiar with her, she can be found to also be rather understanding. She is rather meticulous and careful in certain social situations and other areas, one to take a steady approach in life and bending with the needs of any situation if necessary. Despite being a bit of an introvert, she can be rather energetic and oddly social once she grows close to a person - no matter who they are or where they are from. In times of misfortune and sorrow for others, she's one to try any reasonable method she knows to make someone smile; be it funny faces of ridiculous proportions to simply opening her shoulder for someone to cry on.
She is one to observe others from the sidelines and judge their behaviors, keeping note of how people interact with one another. From the smallest twitch of their fingertips to the outbursts of laughter, Misora finds human interaction fascinating as actions can speak louder than words - even going as far as to see things from their perspective if need be. Especially in this field, Misora can grow enthusiastic easily knowing that she can somehow make a difference in others' lives by observing them, learning more about them in order to help them in any way she can if needed.
No matter where they come from or what she may have heard about an individual, Misora believes in giving each person a chance. Regarding friendship, the Hamada holds those she grows close to rather dearly no matter the time that passes or events that unfold. She is the friend who not only is fully available to support someone when they are in need, but utilizes her memorization skills to remember even the smallest of details that the friend may find insignificant about themselves, but could mean more than she can ever comprehend in their eyes. Even if it is just upon a first chance encounter the blooming girl doesn't forget a face. When it comes to other bounds in friendship, Misora is one to implement her imagination and the sensitive side of herself to express how she feels in other ways - an example being little notes to leave on a desk in the morning or an encouraging pat on the back.
The girl is one to let things slide easily as well if there is a mistake made that would otherwise be pressed upon. She is one to also believe that when things are tough, they will get better soon. Overall, Misora Hamada is humble and warm in this side of herself - a third year ready to support those in need when they wish for the help.
However, even when surrounded by those she cares dearly for and just people in general, Misora does often get very lonely. She even grows upset easily - especially when she is stuck inside her home. Due to the fact that she is fighting a battle with an underlying illness that only her family knows about, it's difficult for her to convey her worries and express how she feels to others outside of school; the chance that they won't understand her - shun her - being a fear that is constantly hanging over her head. The girl feels trapped, held back, unable to communicate to those around her with what she is truly going through under all the happiness and smiles she portrays. A big concern for her are others' feelings, so much so that she refuses to make her own emotions known (another underlying fear that she may be burdening them, not accepting their offers of help if any) until she is positive that the person is happy before her. Repressing her feelings and internalizing them, she believes in protecting others' feelings before her own - hence the lack of emotional expression on her part.
Another challenge for the Hamada is that she also has a tendency to underplay her accomplishments, instead making others' accomplishments seem much more significant. Not being comfortable one bit in the spotlight, Misora much prefers it to work behind the scenes. Even when working in groups in other areas, she may even feel guilty for taking a small amount of credit. A big need within Misora Hamada to remedy that trait is that she just wants her efforts to be recognized and make others happy. If they take note along with a bright smile on their face, then that is all that she could ever ask for. Nevertheless, there is always a limit to each human being. Misora can overload herself easily due to the sense of duty she feels to those around her, repressing her feelings in a silent struggle to meet everyone's needs and/or expectations, then her own.
#History ;Upon birth, Hamada Misora had been as healthy as a child can be. There were no complications, no irregularities, no worries... All was well. Being born in the local hospital of Hikarizaka to Sora and Yu Hamada, she was the only child for years to come. During that time, the girl proved to be a cheerful little ray of sunshine even in the toughest of situations. It was a peculiar thing to others how she was able to smile as often as she could, bounding along in a rhythmic melody she created in her own little world. The girl progressed averagely well in her early school years, made a few friends, and even stepped out of her comfort zone to try things she considered peculiar to her - developing the quote of, "You never know what something is like until you try it out! You gain nothing by just standing here!"
Eventually, there was a day where Misora simply stopped being her energetic - now vibrant - teenage self. The morning had started off rather strangely for the Hamada family, the girl having fell asleep right in the chair at the table for breakfast; it was quite the battle to awaken her, yet she simply brushed it off as nothing too serious. But there was a more underlying pain that wasn't shared. Her parents simply assumed it was an illness due to the changing weather (it being the transition from spring to summer).
Misora began to experience pain in her bones as the days passed by, struggling to move as easy as she should have been. What was strange to her was that the pain didn't cease to end - and what was more - the exhaustion she felt on that first day never withered away as it normally would have. Whenever Hamada would try to rest to fight away the exhaustion and fatigue, she would more often than not wake up in the middle of the night without fail. If that didn't occur, she would awaken in the morning still feeling the same way the day before. The days dragged on, almost feeling like years for the silver haired teenager who was in her last year in middle school.
Soon it was brought to her parents' attention by a teacher that Misora had been acting strangely, so much so that her grades were slipping in class, and that she had such a painful expression on her face whenever she constantly adjusted how she sat in class. It was recommended that she be examined by a local doctor by said teacher. After a long discussion involving why Misora had kept her pain a secret for a while that same day after she arrived home, they took a necessary visit to the hospital the next day.
It was then that it was discovered that after a string of tests involving regular check-up methods, and other tests out of the area, it was diagnosed after a few hours later in the day that Misora carried a condition called Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. It was explained to be a syndrome that causes extreme fatigue - something that couldn't be explained by an underlying medical condition. The cases per year could range from 200K being diagnosed to 3M, more common starting from the age of 14 and over. Being 14-years-old, Misora was at the minimum for the increased vulnerability - the syndrome also known to effect women more than men. The syndrome could worsen with activity, but doesn't improve with rest - explaining why the Hamada was always so tired even after hours of rest. It could last for years which caused distress among the family...
However, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome could be treated with certain medication and therapy. It didn't take much to sway Sora and Yu to comply with the recommended methods to help Misora improve to a healthier state. Although, the girl herself was nervous considering the changes that would have to be made, and activities that would closed to her.
What energy she carried would have to be stored away to conserve just so she could stay awake.
What free time she had after school would be spent attending physical therapy.
It was a rather conflicting time for Misora, but she knew she couldn't carry on the way she was. So, after complying with the recommendations set out for her by the doctors, the Hamada family began to follow relaxing methods that wouldn't take up so much of Misora's energy. Even if she got away with bounding about like her old usual self, still going out of her way to make others happy, the silver haired girl knew that she would be held back because of the syndrome. It was then throughout her high school days that she began to find less and less time for herself, attending physical therapy and other visits when she could, eventually having reached a point to where she could only walk around town for a certain length of time before returning indoors once a week. What was once a life filled with bounding energy and high notes was now filled with a low key, the melody mellow and almost quiet to the point of near suffocation just from the silence.
Yet Misora Hamada refuses to give in and still presses on even in her final year of high school. With the same trademark smile she bore in the days before diagnosis, Misora still manages to find happiness in small bouts despite the troubles and restrictions regarding her condition.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Miyu
#Age (optional); 18
#Gender (optional); Female
#Ever roleplayed before? Over 5 years and counting!
#Other Characters (if any); N/A (Used to play as Kazue Masumi and Sanae Furukawa)
#Seen the anime/played the visual novel? ; I have watched the anime and visual novel, but have not played it first hand!
#How did you find us? ; I accidentally found this place while searching for the Clannad Soundtrack way back when. And now, here I am again!
#Sample Writing ;
"Today of all days..."
A sigh of exhaustion passed soft, pink tinted lips as footsteps scratched along the cement pavement. The trek up the long hill was a tiring one for Misora, the bones of her very being hurting more than usual that day. Despite this being a part of her daily routine for her once-a-week walk, the silver haired maiden still struggled to cope with the amount of strength it took to traverse up to the destination she set out for herself. For the entire summer she set out to reach the top of the hill leading to her dear friend's home. The goal was almost mocking her in such a cruel manner, laughing triumphantly with each failure that greeted her.
Not today... I made a promise to him that I could do this!
With a puff of her cheeks, Misora stood up tall and proud - balling up her fists despite her almost shuddering motions. A determined gleam in her blue eyes - hair bouncing lightly with the proud steps being taken up the slope - the Hamada felt her chest grow heavy with the amount of strength and stamina being used up. It was to the point where there was something pulling her down, something almost tearing at the fabric of her very being in a pitiful attempt to beg her to stay where she would always give in.
Yet the blooming girl reached flat and stable streets at last after what seemed like a journey, her bare feet almost sinking into the ground from the exhaustion now catching up to her. The girl stood there shakily breathing in and out, in and out - a steady pace being kept to regain her breath. The wind brushed her hair against her back as her eyes widened in the realization of the goal she had accomplished on this day. Even if there was no one here to share this feeling - this momentous wonder of accomplishment with her... She would certainly have quite the story to tell.
"I did it..." She breathed out between light laughs, a beaming smile gracing her lips as the childish laughter grew more in volume. "I did it! I finally did it! I reached the top!" Raising her petite hands up in the air with a toothy grin as wide as it can be, she arched her head towards the summer sky above. Sighing out in pure relief in the moment passing, she almost didn't want it to end.
But eventually, all things did have to come to an end.