Post by FROST TAKI TSUKIKO on May 24, 2010 18:41:10 GMT
My calling is simply Frost Taki Tsukiko, rolls off the tongue, please remember it. The depth of the name is just Frost, 'waterfall', Moon child sounds so much better in the origin language doesn't it? If you can't tell, because as I know some of the people out in the world have a habit of cross-dressing and confusing genders, I am in-fact a femme/female. Though the whole clique thing is pretty much bullshit, since i'm going to be friends with whom-ever I prefer, I am considered a rebel, and i'm rather proud of it. I tend to not get along with populars but only because most tend to have this idiotic aura about them as if they are better than everyone else. Well, when you leave that paradox world your in and come back into reality call me. Which means, if I can find a popular
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Okay well, Frost here, or Jess whichever you'd prefer calling me by. I role-play Frost Tsukiko, and i'm soon going to play Kenji Kurokawa, and Devilyn Kalliste. So yay? Frost is my beaten down little girl whose family raised her rather oddly. But, you can just take a look at her biography for information on that. No time to re-type it you know? : D --
Though, Frost may come off as hard and uncaring at first, she just has a large barrier to keep others out, afraid that they'll harm her as her parents(the ones that were supposed to love her) did, her way of thinking is, ''if the people that were supposedly to care and protect me hurt me, whats stopping everyone else?'' so she has a cold edge towards others that she doesn't know. But, after knowing that others won't use her she'll open up and become more accepting. She has no issues with homosexuals, nor bi-sexuals, seeing as shes in no position to judge anyone, and will accept others if they seem to out of the loop for anyone to care about.
Friends, pretty much any clique. Including somewhat popular, like mentioned she has no issues as long as you don't act superior. If you can prove that your not going to boss her around like some mutt then you'll gain her respect. But a friendship with that certain clique would need to be guarded and secret-ish since rebels have a rivalry with populars.
Love, err if your charrie can seriously put up with Frost's traumatized childhood and ease her into becoming comfortable and herself around them then koodo's sure. xD She's not a whore, so fuck&runs, onenightstands won't be opened unless its a plot-age thing?
Enemies, bring them on lol I have no problem with this since Frost isn't the most lovable person.
~~This was made by the Frostness, and even though its not pretty and such it's good enough lol.
Other;; Not sure if I'm to include this or not because 'rawr' or whatever XD But heres a sample of rping from a different site, which includes Frost, she's a bit kinder on this site though. On average I can go more then 1000 words per post, so thats good correct? ^.^
The day was still coming alive-the sun burning brightly in contrast to the rather darkened and weary day as the grey clouds even though few-yet still so many darkened odd patches of the sky. Even though snow sprinkled downwards a few days before-hand, only a light sheet of the white powder dared touch the earth and hide it's natural colorations, but white wasn't to bad of a shade either-just, not as original. Other then that though, it was a rather warm day, with the blinding rays of blistering light touching through the heavens to collide with the earth. The odd freezing wind would blow soothingly past the bare-arms of those students around, or how little students they're actually were. For where most of the teenagers hung around--usually they chose places in which others stray-ed away from. Rather enjoying their own personal solitude.
Yet, even though the radiating sun warmed the day, and the snow had all but melted, the dreary clouds threatened to send spiraling down, a wave of rain. The lush garden didn't falter from winter though. The heaters keeping the snow at bay, and the rain water taking effect on how fast it grew. So, in all, the garden area maintained the beautiful aura it had around it, and didn't die down.
A femme strode forward, her steps fluent and graceful--looking almost as if it were a dance with how light her amble was. Dark ebony hair brushing past her shoulders, gently wisping back and forth with each stride. Her sapphire irises keen on watching forward, desired destination in sight. The girl had a sweeping bang across her left eye, giving her an edge, whether that be depressing or rebellious. Her outfit consisted of a tight black t-shirt with the white italic font saying ''Bitches get Stitches'' printed across the front, ebony jeans, converse and a ruby-red gemstone necklace. The black dove tattoo-ed on the back of her neck could be seen slightly, with each step but to completely the hair would need to be pushed aside.
The enlarged body of water that was restrained in the confounds of the fountain rushed, as the fountain's mechanism pumped the water in one way and out the spout of another. Frost had always lingered around the garden, it calmed her eerily. The fresh, pure presence of the garden could probably sooth even the wildest of predators, or call forth the hunting instincts, prey on the weak and relaxed, easy targets. Commonly that was the case, and Frost may have seemed like the perfect target for those fucking rapist-killers that were here, but just because she had a pretty face didn't mean that this girl wouldn't throw the first punch. Seriously, she was a wild mare, many had attempted to tame before, but failed miserably. Her guard being to structured for most to take the time to break down.
Moving over to sit herself on the rim of the hard fountain, Frost diverted her gaze to the sky, taking notice in the murky clouds, signs of rain. Scowling at the thought of getting wet, the femme turned to glance at her reflection in the water. Not in vain, but more like examining. Picking at her imperfections, how the scar running down her temple to her jaw-line was the deal-breaker for her inspection. From when her father had accidentally nudged her down the stairs into the cellar. That had frightened her, but crying was never something this humanoid did much of. Weeping was idiotic, didn't do anything, just revealed your weaknesses, unmasked the privacy to your own fears, venerability. Yet, with that in mind, with-out letting out these held in emotions one could easily have a mental breakdown. --Frost was just to emotionless for that though. Masking and putting on a fake facade was much more convenient than explaining to allies what was the matter.
Frost should probably lash out, beat down those around her already, get sent to the confinement room already, be in their twenty-four seven, but, where would that get her in the long-room? With just more enemies. Sure, occasionally the femme would just snap and whip around lunging at the closest being next to her, only if they started it though...or annoyed her, whichever came first. Plus, promising Kenji that she'd obtain the first hit, it was a small price to pay considering how she could seriously harm someone. Her anger being the kind where she would all but black-out, pain causing adrenaline which fueled her body into lashing out in violent acts of rage. Only after-wards would the wounds really take a hold of her mind and send her in a wave of pain.
A saddened sigh escaped her parted lips, and Frost reached into her pocket, pulling out a lighter. Really, being a pyromaniac this would be like giving a guy in rehab drugs, but it was easy enough to get, and it was not like she'd actually set the asylum a-blaze...just relax some nerves with burning things.
Reaching down from the fountain's edge, Frost grasped a dandelion, spinning it between her fingers once before flicking the lighter to life. Admiring the way the flame flickered and reached which seemed longingly towards the plant. So tempting. Grinning a bit, the girl moved it over and caught the seedlings on fire, than blew softly, watching the seeds descend into the sky. Flames crackling from each of them as it went through the air. But, by the time each hit the ground, the flame would be put out, not enough to live off of. Still a beautiful sight none-the-less, like human-made fireflies in the sky. Frost only watched in awe, adoring the flames that lingered in the air.
While keenly observing the heated light particles, Frost heard the footsteps stride by of another being and tilted her head to the side to look at them. A random female, watched the display. Damn, well, she'd get in trouble for that wouldn't she? Of course playing with fire wouldn't help her pyro-addiction would it? Being here for a bit over a week, the girl knew that some counselors were more strict than others, and well, some of the kids here would enjoy telling the guardians stuff like this get on the good side of them so they'd be less harsh.
Narrowing her blue-gem like irises at the girl, Frost allowed a series of less than threatening, sickly kind words flow from her lips. "It's rude to stare, if you have a problem just say it, if not keep on walking bitch." Words calmly stated, not as violently spat as she'd usually say. But, her annoyance was low, tolerance level oddly high.
The opposing girl blinked, one quick nod before going off quickly to a different area. It was more easier to be away from others, be distant, for when they died, killed themselves in this hellhole, it would be much easier to shrug it off.
Yet, even though the radiating sun warmed the day, and the snow had all but melted, the dreary clouds threatened to send spiraling down, a wave of rain. The lush garden didn't falter from winter though. The heaters keeping the snow at bay, and the rain water taking effect on how fast it grew. So, in all, the garden area maintained the beautiful aura it had around it, and didn't die down.
A femme strode forward, her steps fluent and graceful--looking almost as if it were a dance with how light her amble was. Dark ebony hair brushing past her shoulders, gently wisping back and forth with each stride. Her sapphire irises keen on watching forward, desired destination in sight. The girl had a sweeping bang across her left eye, giving her an edge, whether that be depressing or rebellious. Her outfit consisted of a tight black t-shirt with the white italic font saying ''Bitches get Stitches'' printed across the front, ebony jeans, converse and a ruby-red gemstone necklace. The black dove tattoo-ed on the back of her neck could be seen slightly, with each step but to completely the hair would need to be pushed aside.
The enlarged body of water that was restrained in the confounds of the fountain rushed, as the fountain's mechanism pumped the water in one way and out the spout of another. Frost had always lingered around the garden, it calmed her eerily. The fresh, pure presence of the garden could probably sooth even the wildest of predators, or call forth the hunting instincts, prey on the weak and relaxed, easy targets. Commonly that was the case, and Frost may have seemed like the perfect target for those fucking rapist-killers that were here, but just because she had a pretty face didn't mean that this girl wouldn't throw the first punch. Seriously, she was a wild mare, many had attempted to tame before, but failed miserably. Her guard being to structured for most to take the time to break down.
Moving over to sit herself on the rim of the hard fountain, Frost diverted her gaze to the sky, taking notice in the murky clouds, signs of rain. Scowling at the thought of getting wet, the femme turned to glance at her reflection in the water. Not in vain, but more like examining. Picking at her imperfections, how the scar running down her temple to her jaw-line was the deal-breaker for her inspection. From when her father had accidentally nudged her down the stairs into the cellar. That had frightened her, but crying was never something this humanoid did much of. Weeping was idiotic, didn't do anything, just revealed your weaknesses, unmasked the privacy to your own fears, venerability. Yet, with that in mind, with-out letting out these held in emotions one could easily have a mental breakdown. --Frost was just to emotionless for that though. Masking and putting on a fake facade was much more convenient than explaining to allies what was the matter.
Frost should probably lash out, beat down those around her already, get sent to the confinement room already, be in their twenty-four seven, but, where would that get her in the long-room? With just more enemies. Sure, occasionally the femme would just snap and whip around lunging at the closest being next to her, only if they started it though...or annoyed her, whichever came first. Plus, promising Kenji that she'd obtain the first hit, it was a small price to pay considering how she could seriously harm someone. Her anger being the kind where she would all but black-out, pain causing adrenaline which fueled her body into lashing out in violent acts of rage. Only after-wards would the wounds really take a hold of her mind and send her in a wave of pain.
A saddened sigh escaped her parted lips, and Frost reached into her pocket, pulling out a lighter. Really, being a pyromaniac this would be like giving a guy in rehab drugs, but it was easy enough to get, and it was not like she'd actually set the asylum a-blaze...just relax some nerves with burning things.
Reaching down from the fountain's edge, Frost grasped a dandelion, spinning it between her fingers once before flicking the lighter to life. Admiring the way the flame flickered and reached which seemed longingly towards the plant. So tempting. Grinning a bit, the girl moved it over and caught the seedlings on fire, than blew softly, watching the seeds descend into the sky. Flames crackling from each of them as it went through the air. But, by the time each hit the ground, the flame would be put out, not enough to live off of. Still a beautiful sight none-the-less, like human-made fireflies in the sky. Frost only watched in awe, adoring the flames that lingered in the air.
While keenly observing the heated light particles, Frost heard the footsteps stride by of another being and tilted her head to the side to look at them. A random female, watched the display. Damn, well, she'd get in trouble for that wouldn't she? Of course playing with fire wouldn't help her pyro-addiction would it? Being here for a bit over a week, the girl knew that some counselors were more strict than others, and well, some of the kids here would enjoy telling the guardians stuff like this get on the good side of them so they'd be less harsh.
Narrowing her blue-gem like irises at the girl, Frost allowed a series of less than threatening, sickly kind words flow from her lips. "It's rude to stare, if you have a problem just say it, if not keep on walking bitch." Words calmly stated, not as violently spat as she'd usually say. But, her annoyance was low, tolerance level oddly high.
The opposing girl blinked, one quick nod before going off quickly to a different area. It was more easier to be away from others, be distant, for when they died, killed themselves in this hellhole, it would be much easier to shrug it off.
