Post by hollypop on Apr 26, 2009 17:36:45 GMT -5
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Primary Weapon of Choice: Daggers(two hidden on each leg)
Secondary Weapon of Choice: Bow and arrow
Signature Hand: Left hand
Character Type: Charmer [/ul]
Along with having a light skin tone she has a very light look to her body. She’s not worried about how hard she can hit them but how many times she can which is why her bodies built for more speed. The appearance she carries herself with makes it easier for her to get away with anything she wishes. Her soft features are used as more of an advantage. Soft red lips and rarely does a smile seem to paint her lips more grins and smirks seem to enjoy placing themselves carefully on it.
Image:
Ayame
Weight: Average!
Height: Average!
Build: She does not have a very big build to her at all… [/ul]
~Deceiving others
~Playing mind games with men
~Taking control of situations
~Using her looks to her advantage
~Having a good time in general
Dislikes:
~Morons
~Goodie goodie’s
~People who see threw her
~People who go along with her to easily, she likes a chase
~People who take life to seriously
Strengths:
~Not easy to tick off
~Deceptive
~Cunning
~Doesn’t feel to much remorse
~Excellent liar
Weaknesses:
~Not all that loyal
~Sometimes makes mistakes out of anger
~Cares very for others feelings
~Has little boundaries
~Rather blunt
Personality:
Manipulative, cunning, the whole world is just one big game to her in all honesty. She sees few things as being serious matters and rarely takes anyone all that serious. No matter how much they may threaten her she only sees them as idiots in there own light. Dangling men happens to also be something she enjoys, men she takes hardly serious ever or ever thinks of them as anymore then shiny toys. It is true that sometimes she favors others over another one but most of the time they get equal treatment.
Using her looks to her advantage happens to be one thing she loves to do. It’s funny to her to have a man to busy drooling over you to care that he might be telling you a bit too much. She’s smart; Ayame knows what she’s getting her self into most of the time and enjoys every second of it. Having fun is what she focuses her life around, whether it be going and drinking and doing things people would regret. Course, none of what she does she ever regrets.
Background: [/ul][/blockquote]
Talking about her past is one thing that Ayame will try to avoid. It is the one thing that haunts her to this day. When she sees a happy family her face grows a bit annoyed. If you would ever ask her about her family her simple reply is that she has none. Mostly because the person that raised her never treated her like a daughter.
At a young age Ayame showed intelligence and knowing beyond any normal seven year old. Being able to read peoples faces when they were sad, mad, or even happy with her. Ayame could read her mother and father unlike anyone else that she could read. The fact that screaming and things being thrown were always a hint at what they were feeling. Hearing the sobs of her mother as her father went off with some other women.
Ayame did understand that her mother was sad but at that age she did not understand why. Often she would walk up to her mother sitting in her lap. Her mother would hum a song before bedtime and would tell her stories. About women who were intelligent, beautiful in there own way and knew how to save themselves.Ayame would during those times always picture her mother as one of those women.
Soon around the time when Ayame was about eleven she began to understand. That her mother loved her father but he did not love her. In fact the concubine he would go off with often he never cared for. She was not the only concubine either, Ayame would see them all the time. All of them were yes pretty but...never did she think they were as pretty as her mother.
One night, the eve of her fifteenth birthday something happened. Sitting with her parents they began to get in an argument. This time her mother spoke out, it was about there daughter. Her father was a man of high stature and his daughter was coming of the age to be married. He already has someone picked out for her, another noble.
Ayame did not like the idea of being set up with someone but merely just nodded and went with his plan. Then one night the two of them were arguing, again her father hit her mother. This time it was hard and knocked her to the ground. Blood came from her head and Ayame went pale. Getting up she screamed at her father to stop, struggling with him.
Soon though she was on the ground, looking at her mother who had tears pouring down her face. Her father screamed at them relentlessly telling the both of them that they were stupid. Also that as women they should know there place, to be good to there father and husband. That sometimes they had to take a few hits, because they were being bad. He kicked her mother a few times, her mother stayed silent and soon spit out blood.
Then her father began to keep hitting her mother, soon blood was everywhere. Ayame's mothers head hit the floor where it had been earlier. Ayame could not help but think back to the stories, even when her mother had been beat in front of her Ayame still thought of her as weak. Pulling a music box out her mother placed it in front of her daughter. The last whisper that came from her mouth was that she loved her...then she faded away.
When her father realized her mother was dead he merely looked at his daughter. . Saying in a whisper how she had always tried to be the little flower of the family. Holding her down he took it and branded the flower shape in his daughters head. Telling her that she might as well scream out in pain, but she never once did.
Ayame then after a while felt arms around her, picking her up. It was one of her mothers old maids, which had taken care of her mother threw it all. Taking Ayame to her bed room she cleaned up the blood from getting hit. There were bruises left all over her body and the maid cleaned up the cuts. Smiling at the young girl the maid put down the music box.
It had even though her mother hadn't the one piece of memories of her was still there. Ayame never found it to be safe around her father so she keeps it with her. It is not all that big, so it can come with her easily. After all Ayame felt that it was needed to conceal her face from the rest of the world. Even after that her father canceled the marriage, telling them that they did not offer enough money for his wonderful daughter.
That there was enough money in the world for his daughter. He of course puts on a mask for the world, showing them his fake side. A man who cares for his daughter and grieves over the death of his wife. Really he was the one that killed her, not someone attempting to steal from them. He never told the world that he was a murderer, or mentioned how many times he hits his daughter.
After a while he decided that in the public eye he was beginning to appear a little lonely. So he merely asked one of his concubines to become a wife. Agreeing of course, after all that meant that when he died she got money. With that they were married. Soon she began to instead of fight the life style she was born into, embraced it. Her father now does not use her, she willingly subjects herself to whatever plans he wishes for. [/center]
