Post by vkatsuragi on Mar 13, 2011 16:13:43 GMT -7
VICTORIA MIZUKI KATSURAGI
"Wanna make a trade
Cougar for a snake, wanna fall in love
Wanna make a deal
Angel versus eel, owl versus dove
Every living thing pushed into the ring
Fight it out to wow the crowd
Guess you thought you couldn't just watch
No one's getting out"
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I AM BEYOND GOD
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Full Name: Victoria Mizuki Katsuragi
Nickname(s): She gets the occasional ‘Vic’ and her family calls her Mizuki, but other than that she doesn’t really create nicknames for herself. For now she doesn't have anyone to call her Tomoe (if you must, that's Tomo-eh, not Tom-oh).
Gender: Female, of course.
Age: Sixteen.
Birthdate: September 24, 1994
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Reincarnate: Yes
I am: Tomoe Gozen
Played By: Meisa Kuroki
Grade: Sophomore
Boarding: At home with her family.
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OUR SHINING FUTURE
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Height: 5’7”
Weight: 141 lbs.
Eye Color: Chocolate brown.
Hair Color: A very dark brown, sometimes appearing black.
Build: Vic’s stature may look svelte and feminine, but she was built for battle. She’s surprisingly strong and swift with muscles to spare, and stands at a moderately tall height.
Scars: Quite a few from various scrapes and falls, though none particularly life-changing.
Piercings/Tattoos: Her ears pierced once. When she gets older she wants to look into a tattoo, but none for now.
Personal Style: Victoria definitely has a very distinct sense of style. Her outfits can range anywhere from preppy to a more grungy look, but she always prefers clothes that are easier to move around in. To be brief, the way she dresses is hardly ordinary, always going out of her way to look deliberate and well-dressed; she is never willing to sacrifice aesthetics for the sake of function if there is a chance that she might be seen.
Appearance: Just as she was in her past life, Victoria is a proud woman and makes a point to express that through her mannerisms. She walks with excellent posture, back straight, head up, always a commanding presence; she exudes a sort of dignified grace and, though she is not excessively tall, she doesn't feel the need to tower over people to be taken seriously. Her eyes, never done up with more make up than would look natural, have what seems to be a perpetual challenge behind them; it is a practiced expression, designed to keep her from showing too much emotion. She is pretty, but there is nothing delicate about her appearance, and that is hardly by accident or coincidence.
Tomoe was always described as a very beautiful woman, and in her new body this fact doesn't seem to have changed. Victoria has lovely facial features; a high forehead with distinct eyebrows and a small nose, as well as somewhat high cheekbones and a fairly strong jaw for a female. Her skin is not as pure white as it had been, but it is still on the lighter side. She never puts too much effort into her hairstyle, usually leaving it down or in a ponytail or bun, though she makes a point to keep it clean and neat. She never really bothers with dyes or anything of the sort, preferring a natural look instead.
HOPE AND HORROR
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Likes: martial arts, strategy, physical activity, weapons, winning, being in charge, sparring, people depending on her, Japan, festivals, meditation, archery, horseback riding, training, efficiency, beauty, extravagant clothing, her family, defeating a tough opponent.
Dislikes: feeling lazy, having to sit around too long, defeat, mockery, not being able to solve a problem, being interrupted during training, being restrained, uncertainty, being overshadowed, being underestimated, people walking behind her.
Dreams: To have the glory she once had, to return to Japan, to make her family proud.
Fears: Finding Yoshinaka again only to have history repeat itself, to end up spending her life in seclusion, never being happy in the modern world and spending the rest of her life chasing her former self.
Habits/Hobbies: martial arts, archery, horseback riding, reading (mostly history and war strategy), meditation. Tends to twirl things between her fingers or try to break them when she's upset; tenses up when someone comes too close or touches her.
Secret(s): She's far more vulnerable than the image she puts out, and she hates that aspect of herself; she's been experiencing increasing amounts of paranoia.
Personality: Victoria Katsuragi is definitely not the type of person one would want to mess with. Intense, focused, and fierce with just a little bit of ruthlessness in her, she's quick to stand up for herself and not afraid to fight when she needs to. She's dedicated and loyal, and although she may seem quiet, she's very clever and practiced in the art of strategy. Appropriately enough, she has the mind of a war hero, intense, stubborn, and not one to put up with nonsense. She keeps her eye on the things that are important to her and tends to get irritated when distractions come along; she doesn't like to waste time on irrelevant things.
Along with her seriousness comes a bit of a sarcastic bite. She doesn't hold back when it comes to her opinions and is quick with a snarky, deadpan remark when she finds something bothersome, not really concerning herself with emotions unless she gets her point across. She lacks an understanding of tact or social pleasantries unless encountering someone important, and makes a point of cutting herself off from people if they get too close. Few people would be willing enough to put the time and effort into nurturing a close friendship with her, but she is a dependable ally, fiercely protective over those she cares about and willing to go to great lengths to keep them safe. In her past life she took the heads of her enemies with hardly a second thought, and her intensity differs little in this life.
Clearly this is not the most outgoing, sociable person, though it would be a mistake to call her shy. If Victoria has fears, she doesn't let anyone show them, and they certainly don't consist of the people around her. She doesn't have trouble going up to people and talking to them, and will when she's in the mood to do so, she just prefers not to be surrounded by too many people most of the time. She's very jaded when it comes to people, secretly even paranoid, and she has a similar attitude when it comes to romance; memories from her past life and lovers have left her disillusioned with love, and unless she encounters a very special circumstance, she prefers to steer away from it.
PRETTY BOY, PRETTY GIRL
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Mother: Aiko Katsuragi, 43, Lawyer
Father: Tetsuo Katsuragi, 46, Businessman
Siblings: Touya Katsuragi, 18
Other: None of note.
Pets: Chiyo, the family's pet Akita.
Hometown: Kyoto, Japan, and later New York City, New York.
History: Katsuragi Mizuki was the second child born to a family in the city of Kyoto, Japan, and nearly from day one it was clear that there was something off about her. As a child she was always a little tomboy, preferring fighting with the boys at school over playing with the other little girls, and always seemed to be coming home with scrapes and bruises, though never the accompanying tears. She played rough and seemed to particularly enjoy war games, and as she grew her parents were astounded by her physical strength. She never seemed to be intimidated by the boys her age, or for that matter by her older brother, and seemed to behave with a confidence unusual for her age.
When she was still very young, her father's business took the family from Japan to America, where they moved to a place in New York City and were made to adapt to a considerable culture shock. She and her brother were both sent to school and assigned to language classes, and though Mizuki's confidence wavered a little she remained, essentially, the same as ever. It was around this time that she began to experience bizarre dreams, vivid pictures of things she had never seen before - battlefields, fighting, a man who looked extremely familiar but whom she could swear she had never seen before in her life. Though the images were bizarre and frightening, and although she was unnerved by them, she was perhaps not as scared as she should have been, and even drew a sort of fascination from them. They felt strange, incredibly real, almost as if she had been there before, and they stayed with her far longer than other ordinary dreams - of course, she was afraid to actually tell this to anyone, and really, how would she explain it in the first place?
So she kept her secret to herself and the family went on with their new life, the children being taught English at school while their parents continued to speak to them in Japanese, attempting to keep them immersed in their culture although they were no longer living there. In this manner Mizuki - now a little older, and going by the name Victoria, a name which she had thought sounded nice when picking an English name and which she was slowly but surely learning to fully pronounce - came across an old book on Japanese military history. She was consumed in the recounting of various war heroes going back hundreds of years, but it was one in particular that made her freeze in her tracks: a copy of a painting of a young woman in battle, the bold print underneath it reading the name Tomoe Gozen. Her heart pounded and she found herself unable to pull away from the page in front of her, and though she had no reasonable explanation for this reaction, she knew it had to be something significant.
For the next two days Victoria missed her martial arts training, an event which, for anyone who knew her, meant that she was either terminally ill or some other catastrophe had stricken. But for once, she was too absorbed in other things to pay attention to her daily life. After she had made her discovery, she had spared no time to uncover whatever information she could about this mystery woman. She became obsessed with her, unable to focus herself on much else without at least secretly wondering, dwelling, speculating in the back of her mind. Information was less plentiful than she would have liked, but whatever she could manage to get her hands on she devoured with a sense of urgency; there was something about this person, she felt a strange connection. Her biggest clue by far came when she came across a copy of the Heike Monogatari, and in particular when she ran into a recounting of Kiso no Yoshinaka. All at once there came the feeling again - the heart-thumping, paralyzed feeling of before - and a collection of very familiar images came rushing back. The battles she had encountered in her sleep, the man whose appearances had become more frequent and intense as she got older. It all seemed to be connected, but how?
Desperate for answers, Victoria gathered her materials and hastily ran to the only person she could think of to confide in: her older brother Touya. Holding her breath and praying that he would take her seriously, she told him about all that she had found and asked him, please, did he know anything about it? But she was answered with simply a good-natured but disbelieving chuckle.
"So what, you think you were reborn?"
It was meant to be a joking response, but it provided Victoria with the winning piece to the puzzle, the final clue that helped her uncover her problem. The more she discovered on reincarnation, the more resolute she became in her belief: Tomoe was her, and hundreds of years in the past, she had been Tomoe. But the embarrassment from the encounter with her brother kept her from wanting to confide in anybody. So now she was carrying an even greater secret, and that secret quickly became a burden that took a definite toll on her. She retreated into herself, became far more serious and, though she still pursued her passions, she was not nearly as visibly enthusiastic about it.
She was fifteen when her parents came to she and her brother with important news: they were moving again, away from the chaos of the city and to a place that was more calm and settled, in particular a place that went by the name of Riverdale, North Carolina. This decision was met with hostility by both children, and despite their best efforts to convince their parents to stay where they were, before long they were off to a new state, and to another completely different world. This was only a short time ago, and Victoria has still yet to settle herself in completely. She's heard of the RSOR, but knows very little about it, and certainly not enough to know that she should be a member.
I AM WHO I AM
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Name/Alias: Kate
Other Characters: Nope
Age: Seventeen
Time Zone: EST
Post Sample:
It was a dark and stormy night when- Oh no, wait, that's not right at all. Let's see here...
Actually, it was rather a bright and sunny day, and Tabitha Wilde could hardly have been much more excited. Because today was not exactly an ordinary day, with her sitting around or wandering through Disneyland depending on strangers and the park workers for her entertainment - no, today was a very special day indeed. Just as planned, today Tabitha was off to Legoland, and she was even going to get to meet with one of her friends and they would go together. And so she had a reason to be happy, and she was most certainly determined to show it. But not by clapping her hands. Because clapping was for losers.
No, Tabitha preferred to express her emotions in a much louder, much more noticeable and stare-worthy method. Which was why it was probably a good thing that there were so few people around to notice this…well, spectacle would have been the appropriate word, were it not just one, solitary, tiny little redheaded Irish girl causing all of the fuss. Actually, there were no people around to notice. Because, well… she was still in her room.
Oh, yes. She was almost certainly going to be late to meet her friend, although from the looks of it, she didn’t really seem to mind too much. Or perhaps it was that she didn't fully realize how late she was really running. Well, either way, had there been anyone actually around to witness the miniature girl getting ready, they would quite probably have been very entertained. Despite it not being the largest of rooms and in complete disregard of anyone on a lower floor to whom she might have been seen as disruptive, she was bouncing around absolutely everywhere, turning cartwheels and somersaults and almost literally bouncing off the walls. It was only every once in a while that she actually got around to doing anything somewhat productive, and so it was only with time and a great deal of flailing that the pink bag sitting open on her beg was finally filled, and she was able to skip over to where her shoes were waiting for her.
Finally, she was all ready to go and little Hurricane Tabitha was out the door and parading down the hallway, her sights set on her ultimate goal: Legoland, and in particular one of the parks she had heard was contained within it. It was a very special park indeed. Because it was a park that contained pirates. Oh, yes. She didn't know much about pirates, but she had seen that one movie series and it was enough to convince her that they were awesome. So now she had even more reason to be excited for today, and all she had left to do was get there.
Which she eventually did, and with a shocking amount of speed. She was still late without really realizing it, but it took a shorter amount of time than one would have anticipated for her to be there, arriving at the front of the big park and shoving herself through the crowd that gathered at every amusement park, succeeding in asserting herself even though she was quite short and lithe. Because she was loud, and she had an accent. "AY, OUTTA THE WAY! E'SCUSE ME!" She paid no mind to whatever looks she might have been getting - and she was certainly getting looks - because she had something much more important on her mind. She needed to find Tarrant, so she could see the pirates.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
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