Natsumi Sayuri {Rin}

[Natsumi Sayuri]

NATSUMI SAYURI

....the mask

Your Name: Rin
Where did you find us?: An awesome pm on Support Proboards
How long have you been roleplaying?: A long time...a very long time Y-Y
Password: [admin edit]

...basic character information

Birth Name: Sayuri Natsumi
Nickname: Rin
Gender: Female
Age: Sixteen.
Grade: Sophomore.
Birth date: October 21
Program: Bachelor of Arts
Major: Vocal Music
Animal Identity: Grey Wolf: Melanistic color variant. IE: Black wolf.

...personality

Likes:(at least 10)

• Singing;; There is nothing she treasures more in the world than her voice
  
• Wind;; Loves the feeling of it in her hair.
  
• Night sky;; It is the never-ending black, an eternity she almost wishes she could be part of.
  
• Quiet;; there is something inanely comforting when surrounded by quiet.
  
• Sound of breath;; it excites her, teases her hearing as she strains to find the pattern in it.
  
• Being alone;; Though this goes against her nature, she is painfully shy.
  
• Knowing oneself;; she would die for such surety.
  
• Confidence;; It is one of the primary emotions in a wolf's heart.
  
• Strength;; Without it, she is nothing.
  
• History;; knowing and remembering the past will strengthen the future.
  
• Inhibitions;; There is a weakness in being shameless.
  
• Control;; Composure -- a necesity in life.
  
• Plain food;; rich flavors nauseate her taste buds.
  
• The sound of bells;; there is something quaint and blissfully youthful about them.
  
• Dreaming;; What if, what if, what if... what ... if ...
  
• Thunder;; It is the visceral sound of her heart.
  
• Heartbeats;; She loves to follow patterns.
  
• Blood;; The taste drives her mad.
  
• Sense of smell;; Aside from her voice, she treasures the scents she can find without even trying.
  
• Peaches;; There is something absolutely delectable about peaches.
  

Dislikes: (at least 10)

• Losing face;; Even if she hates it, she will break her back to prove she can.
  
• Being seen as weak;; It is the worst thing for a wolf.
  
• Miscalculations;; misjudging someone, or something is inpardonable.
  
• Lying;; Only cowards lie.
  
• Idiots;; Idiots should be silent.
  
• Non-wolves;; They are unimportant in the scheme of things.
  
• Rain;; It reminds her of drowning.
  
• Filth;; Cleaniliess is next to Godliness.
  
• Pacifism;; Pacificism is an excuse to run away.
  
• Bluffing;; Bluffing... it is lying's cousin.
  
• Ignorance;; Don't speak if you don't know what you're speaking of.
  

Fears: (At least 3)

• Drowning;; Due to a past experience, Rin can't stand the thought of water touching her body.
  
• Never seeing her brother; Though she knows it'll never happen anyway...
  
• Losing her voice;; Rin has nightmares of never being able to sing again.
  

Strengths: (At least 3)

• Instincts;; Quicker to follow her instincts than she should be, she is rarely caught unawares.
  
• Agility;; Though she may not be fast, she has endurance and disturbing flexibility in both human and wolf form.
  
• Wit;; Quick to catch implications, she's rather deadly with her insults.
  

Weaknesses: (At least 3)

• Pride;; She often rubs people the wrong way with her arrogant way of brushing them off.
  
• Shyness;; Her aversion to 'outsiders' leaves her seemingly cold and distant, which stints her ability to socialize. As a family animal, she is dependent on close ties, and grows depressed and lethargic without it's support.
  
• Violence;; Quick to lash out at people, she's not really the girl you want to take home to mom.
  

Overall: [400 words minimum]

To understand Rin, you must understand the wolf: she is vicious, cruel, merciless and pitiless. To those who are not strong enough to withstand her will, to withstand the tight coiling of power fused in her very bones, there is no chance. She judges at first sight, stares with blatant honesty - she is uncaring, indifferent. She is a feral creature, born of the earth and the moon, a child of night, with a voice as beautiful as moonlight. She is the ethereal madness that comes when the sun no longer shines, running through a forest that is part of her very blood. She is wild. She is freedom. Beneath her fur, behind those dark, black eyes is nothing of fear, for she knows as every wolf knows: to fear is to die. She faces on her worries, looks forward, always, always. Learn from your mistakes, but never stay in the past, never linger in the what ifs for that is to court death. So the wolf, the beast, the virginal whore (yes, yes, for she is a sexual creature, knowing feral desire like a pulse on the tongue!) roams the darkness at once part of it and separate.

The wolf is a creature out of time, a creature that exists on the very things the earth offers. Her emotions are straight forward and ruthless. She is independent, strong in her own power, confident in her ability to live and live well. When there is a struggle, who is it that must come out the victor again and again? Who must fight for their place, when the rest of the world sleeps? When another wolf comes to take her place? She stands her ground for together is survival. But that is not all, for she is a family creature, dependent on the very ties she feels she must protect. Together, yes, together is where strength is. She fights and she bickers, she lashes out with her fangs, with her claws, but in the end, she is nothing without her comrades, without her brothers and her sisters, her fathers and her mothers. She is part of a whole, a gear that keeps the entire unite ticking away -- like their heart thumping, thumping, thumping. Without her, it'll dissemble and another must flood the hole and patch up the machinery. Without them, she is awaiting death's breath to awaken her on a cold night. She cherishes her family, protects her family, for family is survival, family is safety, comfort -- it is everything good in the world, while everything outside is dangerous, is enemy.

So the child, the girl, the woman is influenced by these heavy bonds of friendship, this visceral need to protect her family, to hold onto that safety; she is affected, drunk on the power of the wolf, inebriated on the sensations of rightness that comes with her rank in the pack. She is one of them, for always. Without them, is death. Without her father to pick her up, without her mother to show her, without her brother to love her, what is she but an empty cup? What is she but this hollow creature stalking the night slaking it's thirst on flesh and blood? So Rin, the cold one, the dignified one treads a dangerous line, caught between the need to submit to the wolf, and to be herself, to be human, to know that family is more than need... no, that family is less than what the wolf demands. She is blinded by this faith, sees outsiders as dangerous, as treacherous and cannot open her mouth until she feels threatened. What is friendship with a creature who will attack her? Who will be unimpressed by her might, by her power? She is still young, still amidst the lower ranking of her pack and what can she do when confronted by strangers? By strange scents, by the stench of something so filthy it cannot possibly be wolf? She folds away, hides amidst the fear, lashes out when pursued.... seeks out solitude like a skittish horse.

Without her strength, she is but one little star eclipsed by the brilliance of the moon, out shined by the very sun. Without anything familiar around her, she grows wary, and like a beast snaps out at others, drives them away with her words, too pained by her shyness to open up her heart to anyone. Instead she contents herself with yearning, with hoping, with staring at the endless sky and wondering about the possibilities.

...appearance

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Celebrity Play By: Vivian Hsu
Appearance: [400 words minimum]
So small and petite this vicious, feral girl; she is the tempest, the unpredictable cast of wind changing sudden direction for sheer pleasure. Made much like a doll, with delicate features, it is a horrendous thing her personality, a strange palpable thing the contradiction between her emotional waves and the physical body that enshrines them. Monstrous creature, angry catastrophic beast lurking behind her eyes, but she is nothing too terrible on the eyes. No, no, very light, a little pixie grown to human proportions with little hands and little feet. Standing at five foot nothing, she is not the first thing you see in the room, often hidden by taller women, taller men, hidden amidst the chairs and the tables. Weighing barely at under a hundred pounds she is nothing but canon fodder to be tossed around by the high and mighty. Looking at her, seeing her wild almond-shaped eyes, those cat-tilted eyes, is something of a treat.

In the darkness, pupil shadowed by black irises, the beast is there, the animal, the riotous creature judging with cold dispassion. Nothing of the delicate beauty, the hand-made doll this, but something insidious and sibilant, a sound as soft as breath made into a new shape, and new look. Dark, pitiless eyes, feral, judging eyes -- she is nothing but a wolf in human skin, sunk so far into her wolf consciousness there is only pieces of the human left. Of her shame, of the delicately flat cheekbones, high on her face, curving down, down into equally delicate jawline, there is only fragility. Looking as if she could break, Rin has soft, full lips, rounded chin (skin of silk and ivory!) narrow, swan-line neck. Her shoulders are thin, skin stretched taut over bones to make little pockets between the curves of her neck. Her breasts are small and dainty -- but the flat plains of her belly, dipping down, down, are tight with muscles, softness disappearing in a wiry frame made for flexibility.

Her waist is cinched, flaring out around her hips, down, down the curve of thigh and inner knee, flexing out over the curve of her calves. But it is the contrast that most appeals: that delicate soft, pale flesh against the darkness of her eyes, the pitch black waterfall of her hair cascading around her eyes, around her ears and down her shoulders. A long thick, luxurious mane, layered and cut in angles. Hers is a natural, soft beauty -- untouched by makeup, but enhanced by sheer youth.

If Rin is slender and thin in human form, her wolf form is even more so. Weighing in at an average of 65 pounds, she is a creature nearly made for flight: with narrow, flexible shoulders and flanks that coil up among the joints in her hind legs, she is made for bursting speed. Strength coils in her hind legs, tension vibrating through the length of her spine; her ears are triangular and softly furred, constantly canted at a coy angle. Of her eyes, those dark ubiquitous universes hold in them a reflection of her thoughts - brutal, honest, she is a creature straightforward and forthright. In the proud line of her shoulders, you see her strength, in the gleaming fangs protruding from blackened gums there is only threat. Her muzzle is long and narrow, her forehead shorter, and slighter than her male counterpart, giving her a gentler, softer appearance.

Of her fur, what should have been a variation of greys and whites, vivid amongst the coils of muscle in neck and shoulders have been blackened by the melanistic color variant in wolves. Black as sin, as ashes, only the insides of her ears have softer greys, the underside of her tail, the fringe of her scruff. Her pads are pale pink, like her tongue -- bubble gum and stark against the darkness of her coloring. [/size]

...history

Parents: Father: Kazuki || Mother: Akira
Siblings: (Oldest to Youngest, Rin between Ha-Ru and Takashi): Brother: Jun || Sister: Amaya || Brother: Ha-Ru || Brother: Takashi || Brother: Taro* || Sister: Kimi*
[400 words minimum]
There really isn't much of a tale, though it's a sad, sad thing to separate a daughter from the family, more so a wolf from it's pack. For one so dependent, so completely in love with the way they lived their life, exile was the worst punishment, the worst thing that could have happened to her. Yet what life was there when her treasure, her littlest charm was taken from the world? When she was the one who destroyed the very thing she coveted with all of her might?

So the story begins as all stories, way before the event, way before evil sank it's teeth into the world: a world of shifters -- immigrants moving from the fields of Japan, away from the water, from their blessed sanctuary and finding a home in the snowy mountains of Montana. So far away from home, but what with acres of run free, to feel safe from prying eyes, it was, perhaps the best choice. Kazuki held the gene, and so did his wife -- so was it any wonder that so many of his children carried it? That his brothers and sisters, that his nephews and nieces carried the gene as well? A mini pack, mingling of strange creatures mixing with the wilderness, creating a home and haven where perhaps there shouldn't have been one. When Jun and Amaya changed their shape, the married couple became resigned to their next son's change -- when it didn't come, when Ha-Ru remained as he always was: incorrigible and haughty, but lacking the very gene to shift into anything, they breathed relief. They became sloppy. With the eldest two holding the shape of prey, they didn't watch the children, didn't see the shift in the hierarchy as their middle daughter Sayuri became attached to her younger brother. When Taro became her world, her brilliant, her lucky star. They thought it was cute, this attachment, this love -- not realizing how deadly the pattern being set down was becoming, how rocky the path, how terrible the outcome.

No point in hiding the truth -- no flowery words to express this deep hurt when mother and father over look the middlest child, the most average, the most fey. When she turned 13, the change did come upon her. She turned in horror, her body shifting, aching, breaking and mending, then breaking again under the might of this strangeness, this alienation that was setting itself in her mind. She was splitting apart, felt herself breaking under the onslaught, the pressure of this invading, alien mind. So the mind shuts down when shocked; and so the wolf first set eyes on it's brothers and sisters, waiting, watching in horror, in sadness. Kimi ran, screaming -- but Taro, poor, defenseless Taro, 11 years old and protective of his older sister, could not move, but stared. Wondering, wondering...

Where was Ha-Ru when the world was breaking, when his brothers and sisters were succumbing to the numbness, to the death that awaited them? Kimi died first, her flight grabbing the wolf's attention -- motion, at last! A hunt, at last! Motion, quick and agile, fangs, strong and impossible rendering flesh from bone, blood splattering the very darkness of her fur. Why didn't the screams bring their eldest? Why didn't the others, roaming the mountainous terrain leave their daughter on her 13th year? Why, why? Kimi died with a scream on her lips; her brother slower, slower, his hands knotting in her fur even his blood pulsed out of his neck, sliding down to drench the floor, his pulse vibrating along the wolf's tongue.

When Sayuri came to, she woke to horror. Woke to water driving up her nostrils, to a powerlessness that snaked through to even the wolf's heart. Cold shock of frigidity froze her very bones, destroyed the marrow therein. She could not move but to splash about, but to seek air while the steel iron of her killer held her under, under....until she could no longer breathe, until her lungs ached, and her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head: she opened her mouth and bubbles emerged. Death loomed closer, caressing her face with his hands, destroying her life with every soft crooning whisper that tempted her mouth wider and wider, her lungs filling, filling, dying, dying....

As spots danced across her vision and blackness threatened she was hauled out over the bank, her father's bleak face staring down at her. She did not know, poor thing, until she asked for her brother, until she saw the look in their eyes, the pain, the anger, the resentment building. She struggled to see the house, to look at the bloodied floor, the mutilation of her brother's body lying so listlessly, so broken. So dead. 13 years old, the culprit of her brother's death, her sister's demise. What was she but a monster? And so the years past, the incident hidden away under a hundred careful lies. Her body healed itself, but she became taciturn, became introverted -- plagued by her deed, broken on the inside. She was renamed Rin, for it mean in their home language: cold one, dignified one. She was haughty when she had no right to be, part of the family, loving the family, and yet despising what it meant. She knew from their stench they feared her, feared her fangs, her sudden shifts in mood when anger was too close to the surface. Yet to be separated was worse than death -- but when the murders of her brother and sister somehow surfaced, her family did the only thing they could think of doing: they shipped her off to this academy, away from prying eyes.

The alienation was complete. Rin submitted to the terrible loneliness that swallowed her whole.

...connecting human to animal

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• Her voice: Much like a wolf, her voice has that ethereal sound when she sings, much like the lonely reverberations of a howl.
  
• Family Oriented: Much like a wolf, Rin grew up in a family oriented environment, where family came first and foremost. Without her family, she is without support and therefore weaker.
  
• Hierarchy: Again (especially in Japanese households) there is a strict order of sons and daughters, numbered eldest to youngest, and the ability to read body language from those higher up in status than herself.
  
• Protective/Loyalty: Because of her environment growing up, she has become very protective of her family (ie: "pack") and would willingly sacrifice herself to save the whole.
  
• Strength: Rin has a lot of untapped strength in her heart, that is usually represented by the wolf. A wolf will fight for it's right to survive in a dark, cruel world, doing whatever it must, to make sure it is okay; likewise, Rin has this sort of instinct for survival. She has a keen perception on when to fight, to stand her ground, and to run.
  
• Black Hair: much like a wolf holding the melanistic color variant (originating from certain species of dogs) Rin has nearly black eyes and pitch-black hair.
  

...literacy

RP Sample[/i]

+ KATASHI REN +
•••CALL ME KATKAT•••

We come rushing through your stereo system,
into your ear canal, like the alignment of the solar system

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She was edging, moving even as she remained in stillness, a certain fidgeting that was not fidgeting usually found on young girls: where others cocked their hips, twirled their hair around their fingers, blew bubbles, chewed on hair, twitched their noses, Katashi Ren had was made of music. In her heart was the center of her rhythm, the center of her everything -- in that steady thump of her heart, she could create anything, could become anything. In this moment she was simply herself, simply that raw, uncut edge of pure, unadulterated Ren. He talked like he could never speak again; Ren spoke with her body, that constant coiling of tension, a madness of motion that sizzled down into her very bones. As if, if she were ever truly caught, ever truly stopped, her very heart would implode and wither away.

What use was life if you could not enjoy it? If you could not submit to the energy all around you and just... be? Ren was attuned to the world in the most peculiar way; while others saw into people's soul, saw through their troubles, could lend a helping hand, Ren was raw, Ren was cut from the very soil of the earth. She was the diamond smeared in grime, and it was alright, knotted up and coiled in the roots of the cherry blossoms. No romanticist, she held herself on the edge of insanity, energy making her a tempestuous force that could overwhelm even the most talkative of people. That he continued to talk to her made her nearly glow with pleasure: her body seemed to melt, muscles tangible and malleable, weight shifting to one hip, the muscles in her shoulder easing down as her fingers slipped into her jean pockets. Her body was warm, liquid gold. In the slanted curves of her eyes, a whole new sparkling world of mischief lay. In the turn of her chin, her pride was bared. In the tilt of her ear, in the coil of her tail, her curiosity made itself known. She was a creature of silence, and yet there was something so vibrant, so eye-catching it was impossible to over look her for long.

Who was this girl who stood so boldly before him, so young in comparison and yet seeming to be twice as knowledgeable. She knew the streets well enough to run; she knew the world enough to seek it's embrace. Her mystery only made her a magnet, a target, and it was a position to which she was born to fill -- let all these eyes be drawn to her, and her only, and she would simper and flutter her eyelashes, would flirt without a word and still disappear in the night. So like a cat, too much like a cat, with her predatory, self-important ways. Yet who could blame her?

Katkat, without knowing, was unconsciously everything beautiful about a young virgin girl. Bright, sharp, and uncut, she was the manifestation of glorious naivete, the immortality of youth. In her boldness there was a sweetness that danced along the edges of her lips; in her eyes as she watched him stumble over his own words there was a little bit of affection, acceptance. She was tender, she was fiery, she was contradictory -- the tempestuous monstrosity of possessiveness coupled with the sweetness and snuggling warmth of a woman. What combination had ever been so sweet, so tempting to a man? So her ears twitched, shifting forward as he spoke and spoke and spoke, that laughing light seeming to bring the lilac hue of her eyes to a phosphorescent level of exuberance. What muteness could ever truly silence a singing heart?

I'm grateful for you telling me your name, but i am rather curious, as to why you simply didn't tell it to me. Also I'm pretty good at reading people, and if I'm not mistaken, which i may be, you appeared to be laughing, and yet...nothing. Not a peep from you. Perhaps you're just better at controlling yourself, not me...I laugh like it's nothing.

[/b] A laugh, sound bursting forth from between his lips, and her eyes slid down, watching the shape of his mouth, You see? I'm a loser, i crack myself up. But anyway, just for curiosity sake, why the no speaky? Hmm? To be cliche, as i fear i must. Cat got your tongue?

Her eyes flick up, ears twitching forward as she tilts her head, Cat got my tongue? She thinks, cynically, that mischief flaring as she sticks her tongue out at him, proving it's still there, still alive, still wet and working. Eyebrow lifting, Katkat, shifts forward suddenly, that sparkling mischief lighting up her face in an almost dangerous, lazy sort of way; her body like a lean willow bending forward, whipping forward, crowding his space as she closes the distance between him, tries to catch his hand in hers as she tilts her face up, ears lying flat against the glossy coils of her hair. Her dark skin contrasts strangely against his, but she finds she likes it, admires it, and the smile softens from that mischievous peak, though there is still some of that malice in her eyes, forever in her eyes. For one who cannot help but reach for the world, a sense of pride and condescension cannot be escaped for those who linger in the monotony comfortably, unthinking. Raising her hand, she touches her own throat and shrugs, looking at him from inches away, rising slowly to the tips of her toes -- far, far too close to a stranger, this bold, very un-japanese girl.
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word count;; 937
tags;; Ryota
OOC;; ooooh-lah-lahhh~

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