Post by yumeko on Apr 18, 2012 12:33:38 GMT
蛇気 夢子
Basic Identity
Basic Identity
FULL NAME: Yumeko Hebiki[/size]
NICKNAMES: Yume, Hanachan
AGE: 16, January 21 1959
YEAR: 6th
HOUSE: Slytherin
CODE WORD: Thestral
Physical Identity
FACE CLAIM: Erika Toda[/size]
EYE COLOUR: Green
HAIR COLOUR: Dark Brown
HEIGHT: 5’5
WEIGHT: 110lbs
APPEARANCE: Yumeko is very obviously Asian. Her skin is a smooth pale brown, as soft as the lightest feather. She stands at an average height for her family, being roughly 5’5. Her hair is dark brown and long, hanging just to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Most typically, she wears it down and straight, but will occasionally put it up in ways she finds are ‘cute’, like pigtails or curling. Her eyes, on the other hand, are quite unusual for her family, as she was born with a deep green.
Her style often dabbles in that of the muggles. She is rather fond of modern skirts and shoes. The older styles are simply too stuffy and boring, unless mixed with the modern. She absolutely hates uniforms, because she does not understand why anyone would want to be uniform.
At first glance, one might assume she belonged to a different house, as her expressions are often cheery and welcoming. A common misconception that amuses her almost every time.
Personal Identity
LIKES:[/size]
- Money
- People Watching
- Manipulating
- Cats
- Quidditch
- Snow
- Attention
- Company
- Free Time
- Cocoa, anytime of year
- Drawing
DISLIKES:
- Homework
- Sweating
- Being told what to do (unless it’s something she wants to do)
- Unnecessary bullying (yes, sometimes it’s necessary.)
- Cheerleader personalities
- Dress codes
- Being wrong
BOGGART: Dying alone
MIRROR OF ERISED: [As seen if she were to visit Erised now] Gazing into the mirror, at first all she sees is herself standing proudly before her. But, with another glance it is plain to see that it is not simply the reflection of a lone witch in the room, but an image of many. They were gathered around her as friends and family. Some were not her friends at all. In fact, none of her current friends were even in the picture. Right in the front of all of them…was her mother, smiling with most delightful smile one could imagine.
PATRONUS: Eurasian Lynx
PERSONALITY: Yume is a contradiction of sorts. She stands up to the expectation of Slytherins rather well at some points, but also tends to disagree with the wavering logic of her peers. Deep down all she wants is peace.
As much as she likes attention and being right, she also doesn’t see the point in putting a person down simply for the sake of doing so. When a person requires insult, well you might as well deal one out, but when insult is futile or unnecessary it is simply that and there is no reason to waste one’s breath.
That is not to say that the power to insult solely defines Slytherins. Slytherin is infamous for being the breeding ground of some of the most determined and ambitious witches and wizards. Yumeko is fickle, so her ambitions often waver from one topic to another, but when she sets her mind to something nothing is going to stop her until either her life comes to an end or she simply stops caring. If others have to be pushed down in the process, so be it. Yume is not the sort to harm for the fun of it, only for the necessity of it.
Not everything is fire-and-brimstone-serious, though. She likes to have fun just as much as anyone else, and they are often in ways just as innocent as the next person. Though she would never admit it to her Slytherin housemates, she quite enjoys the simple muggle games that are less competitive and played more for the fun of it. Alas, when it comes to competitive games, given it is one that she is particularly into (like Quidditch), the game is on.
On the topic of muggles, Yume personally holds no grudge against them nor mixed bloods. Though her father had spent many a year going on and on about how they are poisoning society, she paid little attention. She felt no reason she should care about such a negative opinion when she knew so little about muggles herself. Plus, who really listens to everything their parents say? All she learned from it was a tolerance for the intolerant.
Familial Identity
WAND: 11” Willow Dragon heartstring, slightly yielding[/size]
BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood
PARENTS:
P: Kaito Hebiki - Pureblood
M:Akimi Masahashi – Pureblood (trace of 10% Muggle heritage erased from records)
SIBLINGS: None
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Hebiki Manor (Eastern style architecture mixed with Western) in England.
HISTORY: Yumeko Hebiki was born and raised in England, though one might suspect she moved from a more eastern country. Her mother was in fact from central Japan and had moved to England shortly after marrying her father, whose family had been in Britain for quite some time. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, as some might say. Her father’s family was quite wealthy, providing a manor just big enough to put plenty of space between her and her father’s bigot ways. Granted, much of his habits and personality did transfer to her, but for the most part she has grown to be an entirely different individual (where her father would prosecute mudbloods but she would let them be without a care).
Thanks to her mother being insistent in maintaining their own heritage, she is fluent in both Japanese and English. On the other hand, her father was determined to make sure she would be fully capable of functioning in an English society and had her tutored for many years in the English language and accent. Due to this training, she speaks like any other English speaker would, though on occasion her Japanese accent does slip out.
Shortly before she finally received her letter from Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, her mother had gotten pregnant with a second child. Anxious for a son, her father had her mother undergo many different methods of divination to inquire the gender of the child. The majority of the messages indicated a great sadness, but at last he got his answer just before his daughter was to be sent off to Hogwarts. It was a boy and that was all he needed to hear to be happy in life. Suddenly, the name ‘Yumeko’ meant next to nothing to him. He nearly forgot to send her to the platform at all, let alone tend to taking her himself. He was wholly consumed with her mother, babying her in every way possible to keep her from harm. So, Yume was sent off to meet the Hogwarts Express with a house elf as a guide. She was devastated, but would never show it.
Half way through the fall semester of her first year at Hogwarts her father’s worries about her mother seems so much less silly when complications began to arrise. Exactly what was going wrong, Yume did not know as all her mother ever implied in her letters was that she did not feel well “but it will soon be over and all will be better”. How right she was on the first bit, but how wrong she was on the latter. Her mother went into premature labor due to illness and the child got wrapped in its umbilical cord. In the end, both wound up passing away.
Yume went home for Christmas break to the worst month she had ever spent with her father. What time he didn’t spend mourning he spent lecturing her. She had so much riding on her shoulders now. She was his heir and she needed to act like it. She was not allowed to fail in anything she did. So, whatever she aspired in, she was determined make the best of. As much as she hated her father for how she was neglected during the entire ordeal only be turned to as his very last hope, she could not deny his logic.
Consequently, her scores have always been exceptional, though she was not always the best of students.
Player Identity
[/size]NAME/ALIAS: Arica will do nicely. :]
EXPERIENCE: Around ten years
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Affiliate link from a dead forum.
OTHER CHARACTERS: Currently, no.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: [Not my best, just the first thing I was willing to copy-paste]
It seemed as if the fog would never clear. At this point, she had no idea where she was or where she was headed. Her life was in the hands of the heavens even more so now than ever before. She truly could not complain much, though. Her search for enlightenment had her wandering the world willy nilly anyway. She was given no specific guidance, only that she were to leave and only return when she found it. What it was remained a mystery for all, and most of all her. She had no idea what she was looking for, only that she was looking. And, now... not a whole lot of searching was being accomplished. No, the foggy air was too still for her to get anywhere quickly, and she certainly wasn’t going to find her place of serenity in the middle of the ocean! Anara’s face was buried in the arms of her cloak as she leaned up against the wheel. She had little idea how to salvage the situation, so the only option was to leave it all up to higher powers. She had stopped trying hours ago, simply looking out into the fog as if waiting for a light to shine through and show her the way. What more could she do? Her magic was not meant for such a situation. She waited and waited, but instead of a guiding light, she saw something a little more strange – at least, that was how it appeared to her at first.
It was dark. A dark object drawing nearer and nearer with every passing second. Was she imagining it? Her head tilted, sending delicate – moist – curls to fall over her face. It seemed real, but could it... Her eyes widened in astonishment as the harsh shrilly call of a whistle echoed toward her ear drums. Before now, she had never put much consideration into there being other ships on the water. How selfish it was of her to think she had it to herself. It was surely real, and from the rate it approached and the direction it seemed to be headed, it was surely going to strike her boat directly and soon. At this point, she had waited so long there was very little she could do. It was mere moments before it connected, and all she accomplished was to fling her own body from the back of it. The only sound to escape her was a brief cry before her body crashed into the water. She hardly had time to truly process the severity of her current situation. All that went through her mind was not being a victim rolling beneath the offending ship. She struggled against the water to bring her head up above its surface, the weight of her clothes (as thing and dainty as they might be) made the task quite difficult. She was left now, staring at a sinking...rented...schooner.
