Post by Kujou Ayane on Jan 16, 2012 0:19:27 GMT -5
Kujou Ayane
[/color][/size][/center]Name:[/color]
Kujou Ayane
Age:[/color]
Gender:[/color]
Female
Sexuality:[/color]
Occupation:[/color]
High school dropout
Alliance:[/color]
Plague
Group:[/color]
Persona-user
Weapons:[/color]
Unarmed
Personality:[/color]
I don’t like people. I hate social interaction. The only thing I could possibly abhor even more other than your presence is social interaction when and if I happen to be sober. There are exceptions to everything and something that is an exception is if there is alcohol involved, in which case I might be okay with it. Why? Because I like alcohol slightly more than I hate you. I absolutely love alcohol. I like drinking the substance, I like the way it tastes, I like it until I wake up expelling everything I drank hours ago blessed with a bloody migraine. Well. Thankfully, the solution to such is really just more alcohol the moment I happen across another bottle of liquor, regardless of whether or not my face is currently introducing itself to the marble floor. Hah. I was just kidding. No need for introductions between old friends right?
The thing with school and graduation is that inebriation is not well taken by administrators. The lack of a connection between attending class and obtaining alcohol coupled with the requisite of interpersonal contact with no relation to the aforementioned really means that my immaculate attendance rate was not appreciated by my superiors. Not that this particularly matters, judge me as you will~ I’ve always been a free spirit of sorts and the chains of social norms are things that I would have shed sooner or later anyway. Not saying that I can’t, should the situation call. Merely that I have no wish to hop through society’s hoops when the end result is merely a hard reset on all of the efforts I’ve put into with a person when they inevitably betray me, drafting some ridiculous self-justification for their actions. Humans and their so called society are scum with few exceptions.
My love and respect is not a right, but something to be earned.
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History:[/color]
I was born to a relatively rich yet frugal family in Tokyo, where my father toyed with the Tokyo stock exchange while my mother was a good housewife. That however, was a lie as she played the role of a high class prostitute, toying around with foreign businessmen while my father supposedly toiled at work. Supposedly. My father’s line of work was not entirely legal and his flitting around with call girls met an unfortunate end when he hired his own wife, revealing each of their prospective secret lives and ending them respectively with a double homicide.
My elder sister, born six years prior, seemingly unaffected by the news, cared for both myself as well as my twin brother- all as she continued her studies at Tokyo University. My siblings became my entire world. My sister was the figure that took the place of my parents, she was the one I looked up to, and she was my anchor to this world. My brother was my closest friend, my confidant, and my other emotional pillar. That is, until one day I was greeted by my sister’s face; pale and contorted as she bled out having slit her wrists over the night. Turns out she didn’t really care about me at all. I was taken under her wing purely because my parents had apparently left their entire inheritance to my brother and I was merely baggage. The façade she had put up was purely for the sake of my parent’s fortune. Apparently she had no longer wished to put up with us and her forged documents for entry into the relatively prestigious University had been discovered.
My brother, whom I so cherished, turned out to care little for me either. The moment my sister died, he left. He bought his own room elsewhere and chose to pursue his goals there. I was absolutely alone. The only material items I owned were the trinkets left in our room and the apartment itself- well. Until the end of the year when the contract ended anyway.
I stopped going to school, tiring of the effort necessary to formulate interpersonal relations that only end in betrayal as well as that of succeeding in school. I drowned my sorrow and passed the time with a combination of drugs and alcohol, paid for using the only thing I had left. I descended into a rather wretched state, living day to day barely aware of what was going on while attempting to make what little money I earned go far enough to support myself in a world where people only cared for themselves.
It was then that a stranger, a foreigner no less, restored my faith in humanity. A rather tall man of Slavic descent, quite handsome really, saved me from the clutches of a man whom I owed a fairly hefty sum of money. I had run into him after finishing up with a client seemingly at random and was forced to the ground at knifepoint when he appeared, a knight in shining armor. Rather, a suit, but I quite prefer those to the clunky medieval pieces of trash fairy tales spoke of. He was the first person to help me with no personal incentive; no hidden agenda. He disappeared shortly after, but his was a visage I would not forget.
As things seemed to be looking up for a change, everything came crashing back down; haunted by my father’s ghost. That imprudent brother of mine caught the attention of a party my father had apparently offended and the two of us were reunited. It was there, bound to my brother, and deprived of my senses beyond the dampness of the sanguine fluid originating from the last of my kin that it called to me. It was as if I had been freed from the limitations of my mortal coil. I took the Persona in my hands, and it was with the power it granted that I was truly liberated.
My newfound wealth granted to me with the death of my last relative allowed me to locate him. The one who granted me the drive to fight for my tomorrow, gave me the will to accept the gift of Persona. I owe him my life, my power, and as such I shall serve him; he who is pure and open in his desires.
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The Other Side
[/color][/size][/center]Angel of the Justice Arcana
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Type:
Persona
Skills:[/color]
Tarukaja - Increases the physical attack power of one ally
Dekaja - removes all buffs on all enemies
Garu - Weak wind attack to one enemy
Diarama - Restores a moderate amount of endurance for one ally
Divine Grace - Recovery-type skills become twice as effective at recovering endurance.
Lock - lock
Lock - lock
Lock - lock
Strengths and Weaknesses:[/color]
Strong : Wind
Weak : Dark
Null : Light
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Out of Character Information
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What name do you go by?:
I am Azu
Contact Information:[/color]
PM
Other Characters:[/color]
Nope :3
Additional Notes:[/color]
Additional Supply Depos Required. JK Nobody likes Marauders. Also I procrastinate a lot. I need someone standing behind me with a whip for progress : (
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[i]Fate/Stay Night[/i]: [b]Saber[/b] plays [u]Kujou Ayane[/u].
