Post by Akaikaedeha on Apr 15, 2007 12:06:13 GMT -5
Name:
Ayano Sanmi.
Gender:
Female.
Age:
13
Appearance:
Ayano gives off a very frail appearance, which is rather true with her thin limbs and practically none existent figure. The phrase ‘flat as a board’ applies to her depressingly well, as she is rather undeveloped for a thirteen-year-old girl, with little bust to speak of and a similar state of hips. She’s heard the expression ‘late bloomer’ and isn’t entirely sure if this applies to her… but she’s not particularly interested with the growth of her body. It’s not something she particularly cares about; Ayano doesn’t see how it affects day-to-day life. If anything, a bigger chest would be a hindrance, right? As for her figure… to most she might seem malnourished. If asked, Ayano would probably say it’s her own fault, as she obviously didn’t do a good enough job in taking care of herself.
Another noticeable thing about her is her skin tone, only a notch away from being considered unhealthily pallid. Ayano never sees the point in make-up, so her pale skin is never masked or darkened in any way. Her hair is a stark contrast to this, an odd shade of dark blue with two chin length bangs that frame a delicate face. The rest of her hair is much shorter than the rest, styled quickly into a bob that’s at its thickest around her ears. Ayano never really bothers to ‘style’ it per se… excusing washing and running a brush through it, she does very little else. Her hair is short and very manageable, in her opinion, and Ayano wouldn’t have a clue how to look after it if it grew out, so she keeps it cut in a very similar style.
Probably one of her most striking features are her eyes. At first glance, they almost seem pure white and utterly bottomless… until closer inspection is made. Then you’ll see their true colour is incredibly soft lavender, unusual among normal people and assumed to be coloured contacts. They’re not… an absolute natural colour. Her father would often call them ‘the eyes of a demon’ so Ayano is almost afraid to make eye contact with others; afraid of what might be said about her odd eyes. When it comes to dressing style… well, the young Aquarius doesn’t really have one. Her father simply bought her whatever was cheap and seemed her size, regardless of style, colour or even if it was female orientated. Thus, Ayano’s outfits always seem to be oddly mix-and-match, but she really does try to look at least decent.
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Personality:
Shy
This is the part of the young girl’s personality that sticks out like a sore thumb. New to actually being outside, let alone among other people, Ayano will shrink back into the shadows, almost fearful. She has a habit of playing of her fingers when nervous, or touching her lip with her index finger, which manifests as soon as she is approached. It’s a form of ‘barrier’ in between the person and herself; it makes her feel slightly better though not fully… that only happens when the person walks away in defeat. If forced to speak, her stutter is depressingly obvious, but it’s nothing she can help. For a long time, her vocal chords simply froze up. She had nothing to sat or anyone who would listen. It is only recently that she is beginning to use her voice again… soft and broken as it is.
Naïve.
In this sense, she is absolutely hopeless. If someone holding a bag full of drugs asked her to come into a dark alley, she’d comply. After years of not leaving the house, Ayano has a hard distinguishing between what is socially accepted and what isn’t. It’s not stupidity, though admittedly Ayano isn’t the smartest of people, she just hasn’t had to proper guidance to tell right from wrong. Her naiveté and innocence are glaringly obvious when she stumbles over replies to simple questions, worrying if her answer will be correct or if she’ll embarrass herself with an incorrect or unacceptable by social standards. At the same time, she’s not entirely sure what she’s worrying over… shouldn’t she be truthful rather than try to please?
Scared.
The word ‘home’ has little or no meaning to Ayano. In fact… it scares her in many ways. After years of being locked away behind doors and windows, the words ‘home’ and ‘prison’ have become mixed in her mind. She has quite the case of agoraphobia due to her past, but she’s trying to work past it. Despite her fear, she wants to keep going outside… because she doesn’t want to melt back in to obscurity. Ever again.
Strong.
She’d have to be, to survive the last thirteen years with her mentality at least semi-intact. All strength isn’t physical, and while she gave up for a while… she’s trying now. Ayano is aware she’s got a chance to live a real life now, and won’t pass that opportunity up. Only problem is… she has the tendency to hold herself back, too used to living in the shadows that the light is daunting. At the same time, Ayano has the conflicting urge to not let her insecurities keep her in the place she can break away from. It’ll take all her strength to step out in to the light.
Confused.
Ayano has no clue of the Shizen curse, or of her connection to the family. So, to her, her single transformation into a snake is a cause for much confusion. The only thing that she understands is that it happens when she hugs someone, regardless of gender. To Ayano, the idea of turning into an animal makes her ‘different’ and ‘weird’. She doesn’t want anyone to get close, lest it happen again. No one would accept such a freak of nature… not even her father had been able to do so.
Kind.
Really, Ayano’s a sweetie when you get to know her. She’s willing to please in any way possible, and really only wants to help. Her heart is in the right place, and although she doesn’t always do the right thing she means well. Ayano has a very hard time expressing herself to other people, so most don’t get to see past the shy, awkward part of the girl. Although the idea of socialising scares her, Ayano is willing to try and become a better person; because… she knows a person can’t live their whole life alone.
Hobbies:
- Reading
- Learning new things.
- Listening to music.
- Sewing up her teddy.
- Going for long walks.
- Cooking.
Likes:
- Sunny days.
- The sound of rain on glass.
- Quiet.
- Watching people have fun.
- Watching clouds.
The sound of laughing.
Dislikes:
- The dark.
- The sound a key makes in the lock.
- Doors slamming.
- Being the centre of attention.
- Seeing people upset.
Background:
“Hurry! Hurry!” the nurses and doctors rushed around the hospital, trying their best to help one woman in labour. BOOM! A thunderstorm was brewing outside, but inside it was worse. Workers bumped into each other on their way to fetch remedies, employees stressed over everything not done perfectly right. All for the one called Ogawa Tsubaki. In her hospital bed, she was panting and screaming, panting and screaming. For more than 3 hours she’d been in labour, and now the baby was ready to come out. Finally, the time arrived along with the infant. The exhausted mother seemed satisfied. Sinking back into her pillow, she muttered, “Ayano…” Slowly, her eyes closed, never to be opened again.
Ayano was sent to live with her father, a disgusting man who only thought of woman as “toys” and hated babies even more. Though he fed her regularly, Ayano’s father felt no compassion for her, or anything for that matter. On a regular evening, Ayano would receive a few slaps and a few blows to the head. Her room was the only place that was safe. Sometimes, a new girlfriend of her father would visit, falling for the trap that they were led into. Courteous and chivalrous during the day, Midori Sanmi was an animal at night.
Then, one night, at the age of 3, Ayano was twitching and squirming in her bed, all sheets thrown off. Nightmares of her mother and dead people in general had haunted her before, but nothing like this. The piercing screams were eating away at her skull, grotesque faces flashing past, heaps of naked bodies splayed on top of each other, gunshots were heard from far off, and cringing, Ayano lay on her bed, experiencing it all. Finally, the graphics subsided, and Ayano rushed to the only other person in the house. The only other person who might understand. She embraced her father lovingly…
POOF! Immediately, she transformed into an infant sea snake. Confused, Ayano startlingly looked down at her new body, her new shape. She examined her scaly body… and began writing in panic until something large and heavy crushed her small form. Muffled, a voice could be heard:
“You little wretch! Never come into this room again! Do you hear me! Read my lips! I HATE YOU!” Shoved off the bed, Ayano fell, surprised to the floor. How stupid am I? Angry at herself, she scuttled back to her own room and hid under the covers. She learned a fearful secret about herself that night. Now she knew that she would never be able to become close with anyone, they would only despise her for who she was. She vowed to herself that never, ever again would she touch anyone…
Next week, her father got a job as a chef at the Main House. Every day he made sure to lock all the doors and windows. “It’s to keep little demons like you away from my house” he would sneer, and slam the door shut.
Every single day, Ayano was left alone in the house. She wasn’t allowed outside, and nobody but her father was allowed in. The closest thing she had to a friend was a small teddy bear that she discovered when exploring the attic of her house. People slowly became less and less real to her. Her father wasn’t back until after she was asleep and he left before she awoke. Every day seemed like a monotonous repetition of the last. Ayano’s desolate soul floated lifelessly, her eyes grey. Nothing was important to her. She wasn’t needed. She wasn’t useful. She was just there. Ayano had no clue why.
Then, at age 11, something happened.
Hastily leaving for work one morning, Midori left the back door unlocked. Shortly after preparing her own breakfast, Ayano noticed this with some confusion. He would never forget to lock it… it was her father after all. However, pushing the handle down, the door swung open easily. Shocked, to say the least… Ayano stepped outside, immediately having to cover her delicate eyes from the glare of the sun. For the first time in her life… the girl was outside, not in a car or anything- just outside. The air seemed so pure… grass underfoot was softer than the carpets… the breeze was warm, nothing like the air con inside… it was natural, and oh so beautiful. Ayano didn’t care that the garden was so uncared for; most would hardly call it ‘beautiful’. Ayano was still in awe of her first proper glimpse of the outside world… until something connected harshly with the back of her head, sending her sprawling.
Fearing the worst, the small girl looked around fearfully… only to see a ball bouncing lightly from the landing. Relieved, but still cautious, she picked the chequered ball up. “Oi! Can I have my ball back, please?” Blinking, she looked over at a boy leaning against the garden fence, probably a few years older than her. Dumbfounded, she complied, and if the small girl in nothing but pajamas and socks surprised the boy, he didn’t show it. One thing he did say was, “Isn’t that the cook guy’s house? He’s mean… I would get out of his house if I were you.” Ayano, confused, finally spoke; “B-but… th-this is m-my house t-too…” The boy arched an eyebrow at this, looking at the stuttering girl oddly, “Really? I never knew he had a kid… anyway, thanks. You helped a lot… I wouldn’t have wanted to go in there.” With a last wave, the boy departed. Shocked, Ayano stayed like that for a moment before remembering her father could probably see her from the main house and scuttled back inside. But she suddenly felt… elated. She’d helped. Helped. Her.
The next few months saw a slight change in Ayano. While Midori never left any doors or windows unlocked again, though he never gave any indication of knowing his daughter had disobeyed him, the girl didn’t spend her days skulking in shadows as she used to. She’d open the curtains and let none artificial light in. She’d watch TV, having very seldom done so fearing what Midori might say. She also grew smarter, knowing where to stay to avoid her father, and knowing where to keep things she saw as precious. She had helped someone… most wouldn’t see the small action of returning a ball as a life changing experience, but to Ayano… it had shown that she wasn’t completely useless, as she had been led to believe. She’d helped without even thinking… that was something, right?
At age 13, Midori finally got his ‘just desserts’, in a way. He lured a woman in… but she also had a few plans of her own. He’d been with her sister a few months prior, leaving the woman heartbroken. So, she cleverly drugged him and proceeded to leave him in a bathtub full of water, not forgetting to drop in an electric razor. The hotel staff found him scorched to bits the next morning. That left poor, little Ayano… who the Sanmis’ actually had no idea existed. Seeing her father had worked dutifully for them, they took the girl in…
Weapon(s):
None. Ayano abhors violence.
Horoscope Sign:
Aquarius.
"Cursed" Appearance:
A sea snake.
