Post by katz on Aug 9, 2011 13:28:09 GMT -5
HidaMaro
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back...
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back...
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Hida Maro
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
Maro
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
18 April 1st.
GENDER.[/size][/color]
female.
RANKING.[/size][/color]
chosen heir
DIGIEGG or OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
beast
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Chihiro Fushimi (Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3)
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Maro has grow in many was, but perhaps the most accurate and obvious is 'up'. For a girl, she is rather tall – having levelled out, so to speak, at sixteen standing at 5”7. This is no real surprise, as her mother is also a towering figure. However, unlike her mother – who is rather solidly built; Maro is the perfect example of what you would call a 'beanpole' – she eats like a horse, but seems destined to a life of sharp, jutting elbows, high cheekbones and various other awkward angles - as well as a penchant for tripping over her own feet.
For someone who despairs constantly that her parents are 'nerds', or 'embarrassingly uncool' when she is around her friends – she hasn't exactly cultivated a ultra-modern image. Another inherited trait from her mother is faulty eyesight – corrected not by some sort of Lasic surgery or contact lenses (which she KNOWS her parents can afford, they just won't let her!) she has had to settle for ovular-lensed glasses, which she had a habit of trying to conveniently 'loose' when she was younger, but now has grown somewhat used to. She's been also brainwashed into 'dressing for success' – which leaves her with a wardrobe full of staunchy outfits which would probably look better on someone her parent's age, with a few 'comfort clothes' consisting of baggy t-shirts and yoga pants for those few and far-between times that she gets to relax at home or go for a run.
While many traits she inherited from her mother, there is a definite influence of her father – most obvious, perhaps – in her hair. Rather than the spiral blonde curls of her mum, Maro was 'doomed' to the mud-brown hair that refuses to do anything unless under threat from several hair products. Most of the time it hangs somewhat limply down to just below her shoulders, or if she's feeling particularly artistic – held up in a dozen clips, or somewhere in between the two – with pieces of hair falling down into her face at painfully inopportune times (like when she's talking to a job interviewer). Accompanying that mud-brown hair is, of course – mud-brown eyes – not terribly exciting but then again – personality should be all you need to draw attention to yourself. She isn't found of make-up – thanks to a paler completion, any color other than browns or gold tend to make her look a bit like a trollop – but when she does bother to through something on, she focuses in on her lips – usually with some sort of clear gloss. Her thinking – she wants people to listen to her, so why not draw attention to that most essential part of holding a conversation?
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
Speak softly, but remember everything – that seems to be the key motto that drives Maro through everyday life. A photographic memory and a undying habit of writing everything that happens to her down in a series of journals means that she does not forget a face or a thing that's been said. Fights with friends can drag on for YEARS – as she has a habit of referencing everything they have ever done to make her angry from five years ago and dragging it into that current argument. This doesn't make her the easiest person to date, either – but she's to busy to worry about boys (and it's something she is sure her father is rather thankful for)
Constantly on the go, Maro would probably lose her head if she wasn't constantly doing something. School- check, and you can imagine that she takes every single opportunity to join in after class sessions. She is destined for a university track – though thankfully not solely based on academic achievement. Running team, debate club, Student Council – Maro was the energizer bunny of wherever she ended up from primary school onwards. Maro also, at her father's insistence, took classes outside of school on how to defend herself, to a degree, in case for some reason, she could not simply run away (which is what, in a pinch, she would prefer). She lives for the accolades and the attention – and she's a veritable barracuda to anyone who suggests that maybe she should take a breather. Even in the rare downtime where she stays at home curled up on the couch in sweats with a tub of ice cream – she seems incapable of sitting still. Twiddling her fingers, drumming on the table, tapping her foot – they are all so-called nervous twitches that rear their head whenever she is forced to sit still for more than thirty seconds.
Since growing into a young lady, and throughout her teenager years, she could be what you'd call 'tyrannical' towards her parents. They were always 'lame','uncool', 'weird' as they tried to stay 'hip' to their baby girl's active lifestyle. This doesn't mean, however, that she didn't use their influence, sometimes, to her advantage. 'Do you know what my father does...' is perhaps one of her Favourite sentences of all time – and again, this hasn't exactly made breaking up with boys, or starting things in the first place very easy. Her parent's standing in a high-standing legal firm give Maro some lee-way to believe that she could be queen bee of anything if she wanted to, but it's not something she'd ever get into herself. In fact, as post-secondary education looms ever-closer, she has her sights set on a premiere journalism school. What better career, after all, for a jackrabbit-fast busybody?
Her choice of becoming a writer is also sponsored by the fact that for all that she does, and her considerable intelligent – a cunning linguist she is not. She LOVES to talk – but there is a stunning difference between loving to talk, and talking so that she can be understood. Maro has a mile-a-minute mouth, and a habit for getting muttered up if she overly excited. Her exuberance on a number of topics knows no bounds, but often you need to know what she was talking about in the first place to make any sense of it – especially when she starts on a rant about - “You know how much I HATE you know what, you know...her, with the thing...and those...” If your are looking for a glowing conservationist – go somewhere else. But if you want to learn the latest news, who's where, and with what – Maro's your girl.
A side effect of her busy lifestyle, Maro tries to keep a dozen things on hand, but is never settled with doing 'just this' or 'that'...the more pots she can get her hand in, the happier she is – because perhaps the biggest motivation for her hectic life is the fact that she gets to meet so many people....and she gets to listen to so many tidbits of juicy gossip. It's a staple trait for a journalist – but Maro has always been a busybody – she needs to know everyone's business even if she has no real reason to need to know. Mostly because she is generally open in her life. Some could say that she won't rest until all the dirty laundry of the world is hung out to try – and she has taken it upon herself to sort it all out. Secret-keepered be warned – you will almost definitely start out as, not an enemy, but a target – and Maro does not take the word no for an answer.
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
hometown; Odaiba, Japan
family members; Hida Iori [Father] – Lawyer – Senior defence attorney at a big business firm.
Hida Arine [Mother] – Paralegal at the same firm as her father.
After a ten-year period that included dating each other throughout their post-secondary career – Arine and Iori married and began a sort of fantasy partnership – working for the same firm, gooey-eyed and giddy as love struck teens at home. It was three years after this relationship started that they decided to have a child – but had a hard time becoming pregnant. Eventually, they succeeded – but after complications it was decided that their one child would have to suffice – and it was in this way that Maro became not only an only child, but admittedly a rather spoiled one at that.
As Maro was growing up, Arine took a leave from work to devote herself to motherhood – leaving the way for her father to continue and gain seniority in their business. Although she had no brothers and sisters, following her mother around everywhere became a game for her; and she learned to demand herself rather quickly, so that even adults around her who weren’t her parents would stand up and notice her. Maro was never shy about getting what she wanted, or saying what she thought – and by the time she was old enough to recognize that people would be impressed by what her daddy did, she lost no chance in exploiting that too – telling whomever she came across what her daddy did and how awesome he was.
However, this stage of 'awesomeness' diminished somewhat when, as she started at private school, her mother decided to go back to work. Maro, who was not used to being a typical 'latch-key' kid, baulked at first – and it was around this time that she began both writing her volumes of diaries, as well as diving in at school, and showing the first sings of 'teenage resentment' for both of her parents being away. It became more obvious as she got older how her parents were hardly ever at home, and could rarely make it out even to the activities that she did get involved with. She had a mutual understand that her father - with his job, would always be away - but her mother had been hers, and now that she was back to work full time, Maro wasn't taking her 'abandonment' lightly. Her resentment has petered out somewhat as she has gotten older, but that's not to say that there is not some of the stubborn, slighted-feeling little girl that resides in her offhanded comments on how 'stupid' her mother can act when she DOES make it out to school functions.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
katz
AGE.[/size][/color]
20
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
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PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
neemon
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
”Ohmygod, I do not believe she could say that? Do you believe she just said that, Maro?!”
For all the world, Hida Maro could have been asleep. Or dead, were you not careful enough to notice the slow up-and-down of her back as it heaved with each breath. She took up a good two thirds of her desk – sprawled across it with her head resting on both willowy arms; brown hair curtaining down in sticky, lopsided bits that completely tented her face from view. She was curled this way because she was bored – bored bored bored! She did her work, everything was done – but now the options as to what to do until 3 'o’clock when council would meet (which wouldn't be for ages) was stare at the flickering florescent lights about her, or down at the dark, smooth surface of the desk. She chose the latter, laying still for a moment, before giving up and, for the sheer need to do something, drew against the table with the tip of her nose- small, imperceptible circles of boredom. This was what she'd been reduced to.
The moment one of her friends had sat themselves down on what remained clear of the desk space, and crowing about some seemingly brilliant piece of news, Maro was up;, her attention immediately pique. “What, who, where – ya'gotta give me details, Kimi! Details, digs – NOW!”
A few people glared at the two girls and their sudden outburst of noise – this was a place of learning, after all, not a place of noisy gossip being sung-out for just about everyone to hear. But Maro couldn't cared less – whatever Kimi had found out, it had to be good. Eyes glinting greedily behind her askew glasses, she seemed oblivious to the light pink shine of gloss that had been smudge up half her cheek.
“Nah-ah – Say 'please'?” Her friend chided. This was ritual, of a sort – same with the crooked raised eyebrow and the cheeky smile. Kimi knew something really good then.
“Hell no – just tell me! Tell me tell me tell me!” Like an instant, badgering five year old, Maro was fully up and ready for the goods, and matching the darker-haired girl smirk for smirk.
“Well, alright then – if you insist.” With an exaggerated lean forwards, she whispered something unintelligible into Maro's ear – and within seconds both were squealing.
“Ohmygod. She said that? Honestly? Can you imagine? I would just die!” Maro's smile was almost predatory, as thoughts about the scandal of it all rolled through her head. “Who else knows, do you figure?”
“No one, I think.”
“Well, we're just going to have to change that, won't we?”
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