Post by HIKARU 'FLICK' AYUZAWA on Nov 26, 2011 23:03:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, line-height:120%;][atrb=style, width:350px; padding:20px; background:#909090; border-left: 40px solid #505050;] HIKARU 'FLICK' AYUZAWA "Everything i touch turns to stone, so wrap your arms around me and leave me on my own." THE BASICS, |
Full Name: .
Hikaru Ayuzawa
Nickname:
Flick, Ayu, Ayuzawa, Karu.
Age:
Ninteen.
Face Claim:
Lee Da Som.
A LITTLE DEEPER,
Alliance:
Straggler
Personality:
Flick used to be nice - when she was 3. And then dear old daddy decided to introduce his only daughter to the entertainment industry, and things just went downhill from there. Her father replaced her name with Flick for America, as the name Hikaru proved not catchy enough for his liking. Nowadays, she dons two personalities - one for the public image, and one for the reality.
In public, Flick is the spitting image of that typical Asian girl. You know the kind - cute, small and loveable. Add the fact that she can sing, act and dance? Adorable. Flick's the type to give all her food to the hungry man beside her even if she's ravenous, to give all her luxuries away to charity even though she earned it all by herself. She wouldn't harm a fly, and she's so delicate and fragile, you can't help but want to protect her. She'll blush furiously at any compliment, and be so innocent, that even Satan wouldn't touch her. She's kind, good-mannered, gracious, loving and pure. Not to mention successful and rich. Just everything a parent would want in a girl.
If only it was true.
Flick pretends to be that just for the cameras - because as Father says, no one loves a bitch - and people don't praise her as the teen prodigy of acting for nothing. The real her, however, is exactly the opposite. Bad mannered, and impatient, she doesn't need much to become annoyed. Physically, she's very weak, which is hardly surprising due to her figure, but she covers that up with her fierce attitude whenever she can. Every word she speaks is sarcastic, and she's arrogant to the core. No one's ever gotten close to her, and no one ever will. She's manipulative and cunning, and she knows how to get her way, and with her selfishness, she'll make sure she gets it. Some of her quirks are that she twirls her hair often, bites her bottom lip when bored or nervous, taps her fingers against a hard surface, spins her lighter around her fingers, chews on the inside of her cheek, smokes, fidgets, tilts her head to the side, folds her arms, moves away from people, makes faces and snarls/growls when angry.
She's the girl that wants to be adored but hates all that adore her. The teenage star that everyone thinks they know.
She's Flick.
Likes:
Tricks, deceiving, sarcasm, winning, night, metal music, tea, dragons, moon, flowers, cigarettes, smell of coffee, bread, clean and pristine things, intelligence, fruit, exotic animals, ocean, colour black, her own space, being alone, freedom, being better.
Dislikes:
Fools, authority, ashes, crowds, tight spaces, pigeons, alarms, losing, fights, taller people, questions, small talk, racism, children, babies, people who think they're better than her, people who look down at her, dirty things, filth, fizzy drinks, junk food, idea of love, death.
Strengths:
Independent, sarcastic, intelligent, fluent in Japanese and English, skilled, cunning, confident, prudent, self-controlled, guarded, manipulative, determined.
Weaknesses:
Merciless, short tempered, arrogant, weak, blunt, two personalities, judgemental, insensitive, impatient, stubborn, selfish, claustrophobic, scared of dying.
ON THE OUTSIDE,
[/size]Appearance:
Flick is Japanese, and naturally has black hair but she often dyes it light brown, and has dark brown eyes but she usually wears different colour eye contacts. She has a lean figure, and at the height of 5"2, there isn't much to her.
Flick has her first, seconds and thirds pierced in her lobes, and in her left ear, she has her tragus and double helix pierced, and in her right ear, she has her forward helix and snug pierced. On her right hip, she has a tattoo of cherry blossoms that reach the middle of her back, and hidden among the branches is the tattoo of a dragon. The rest of her skin is very pale white, and is clear.
Flick's sense of fashion is mostly varied. When she's on her own, or can't be bothered to put up with her usual act, she's very relaxed, wearing just a vest and either skinny jeans or shorts. She'll have her hair tied up loosely in a ponytail or bun, or just simply have it hanging down, straight. Her make up will be darker, with more black smudged across the eyes. However, when she's with other people, she wears what people consider cute, and usually adorns skirts, dresses, or baggy jumpers with hoods and the like. She'll nearly always have her hair down wavy and styled, and she'll go for the natural look, using soft tints of pink here and there. For shoes, she'll either go bare-foot or wear boots or heels, and she'll refuse to wear anything else. For her pyjamas, she simply wears loose fabric shirts and an oversized shirt, and she'll something similar around the house but with another baggy jumper to go with. She doesn't need glasses, but she sometimes wears large fake ones, or have them draped around her neck in a chain when she's with other people.
THE PAST,
History:
Born in America, her mother died during childbirth, and her father hated her for it.
Flick was raised through a cloud of anger, only kept for she was the only token left of Sayuri, her mother. After 3 years of living, Makoto, her father, - already the president of the well-known and increasingly popular entertainment company, ZawaZawa, who had mentored some of the world's best known celebrities to date - saw the golden opportunity to sell out his only daughter. He entered her to the ZawaZawa school, where education didn't matter and entertainment did. For 5 years she was taught how to sing, act and dance, and at the age of 8, she made her successful debut as Flick; the golden child.
The crowd simply ate her up - everyone wanted to see the Ayuzawa girl with the unfortunate past. Within days of entering the entertainment industry, she was already well on her way to stardom.
At first, she loved it. The popularity, the gifts, the luxuries. But as she aged, her mind grew darker. The public, they didn't love her. They wanted her. Her father, he didn't love her. He used her. Everyone adored her, but they adored her for the wrong reasons. Her hair, her face, her clothes, her talent. No one loved her for her. Her disgust with the people grew and grew, and it wasn't long before her personality turned sour.
Due to the strict schedule of the ZawaZawa curriculum, Flick never had time for friends, and jealousy made sure that she never would. Consequently the girl grew up alone with no parental figure, and with no one to trust. She accepted the fact that she would never have friends, and as she entered into her teenager years, the fact turned into a rule, and she bat away anyone who hoped to become her friend. They didn't want her for her personality, anyway. They wanted to become friends with her fame. And quite frankly, she would never allow that. Her fame was hers, and no one would ever be allowed to leach off it.
When she was 11, Flick had been running across the road, when she fell down a manhole that had been left open. She hit her head against the concrete and she was knocked unconscious, waking up minutes later to a world of black. Scared, she began to scream for help as she was stuck in the tiny space. It was only hours later that she was rescued, and even though her body was fine, her mind was scarred with claustrophobia and the fear of dying.
It was when she was around 15 the she began to rebel against her father. She'd sneak out with the 'wrong' crowd, pick up unpleasant habits and a bad language that a golden child should never have. Flick smoked tobacco and weed, drunk alcohol and threatened to break her innocent image just for the hell of it, and mainly, to infuriate her father. When a picture was leaked onto the internet, Makoto finally snapped. He grabbed Flick hard enough to bruise and slapped her across the face as punishment, shocking the teenager to the core; increasing her twisted hate. The photo was blamed on photoshop, and with a bit of acting on Flick's part, the whole situation settled down to nothing but some jealous individuals.
Flick still rebelled, but she was careful about it now; more sly, more cunning. She turned manipulative, driven to become a bitch by her own father. She hated her life, and she hated all of those who made it so.
Now 19, Flick is still the same only worse - the golden child no more.
Family?:
Sayuri Ayuzawa, mother, deceased.
Makoto Ayuzawa, father, president of a popular entertainment company.
THE ROLEPLAYER,
Name: Roya.
Age: 17.
RP Experience: 3 Years.
Other Characters: -
How You Found Us: Advertisement.
Sample:
[/div]Age: 17.
RP Experience: 3 Years.
Other Characters: -
How You Found Us: Advertisement.
Sample:
Flick leant against the railing, watching the waves roll past with a bored expression. Her supposed mentor fidgeted beside her, his fear of drowning keeping him on age. One delicate finger gently tugging on a strand of hair, artificially blue eyes glanced towards his figure, before her lips contorted into an amused smirk. She gave a little snort, sneering when he looked at her with a pathetically fearful expression, before turning to watch the sea once more.
She was on the boat on what was supposed to be a vacation, but Flick found nothing about the sea relaxing. The only reason why she had took up the damn offer was because it was a blissful two weeks away from America, and therefore, her father. She glanced at her quivering mentor once more, before rolling her eyes. It was a shame that he had to come. For a second, Flick toyed with the idea of pushing him over the edge, and letting him drown to his fears.
A sadistic grin weaved itself onto her plush lips, before she shook her head, black curls gently shaking against her cheeks. With his body and her (pathetically weak) strength, the likelihood of her failing was overpowering. With her odds, it was more likely that it would be him shoving herself over. Not that she'd mind. Flick wasn't retarded. She could swim.
Spotting a group of boys with the most unfortunate cases of acne pointing wide eyed at her, she shoved the sunglasses balanced on top of her head back down onto the bridge of the nose, sighing a little before waving a hand at her mentor. "Deal with that." She muttered, before walking off to the indoors section, shutting the door behind her with an air of someone who mattered.
Grabbing the sunglasses and folding them away, she brushed her hair away from her face with impatience, walking down the hall with quick, graceful steps.
Bang.
Flick was thrown to the side, only just throwing her hands up in time to protect herself against the wall. Crumbling to the floor, she groggily blinked, her attempts to stand made futile when the boat swayed viscously once more.
From outside, she could hear the sound of crashing, and she steadied herself, eyes narrowed and guarded. And then suddenly, everything went still, as if nothing had happened at all. She briefly wondered where her mentor was, her eyes trained absent-mindedly on the water leaking through the cracks of the doo- water?
Bang.
The lights flickered, before going black.
Seconds later, the screams began.
