Post by otomiya reira on Aug 12, 2010 13:59:30 GMT -5
OTOMIYA REIRA
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SURNAME » otomiya
NICKNAME » lin (pronounced rin)
AGE » 20
APPEARS » 20
GENDER » female
SEXUALITY » heteroseuxal
RACE » ningen
BLOOD » --
PROFESSION » herbalist
EYES » dark brown
HAIR » black
HEIGHT » 5' 2"
WEIGHT » 106 pounds
SCARS » one on her right collar bone from falling out of a tree as a child, and one on the back of her left hand from accidentally cutting herself while preparing herbs
MARKINGS » --
TATTOOS » --
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(Quote modified from Atlantis: The Lost Empire)
Reira has a very sarcastic sense of humor. When making jokes of any kind she almost never actually means them. Her sarcasm can be annoying to people who don’t know her well, because it makes it hard to tell whether or not she is saying something for real, or simply because she can. It also doesn’t help that whenever she is being sarcastic she is also speaking in a tone that can only be described as mocking. Her taunts are rarely serious, but in the manner that she speaks them it hard to be sure unless you are actually in her brain. Only people who know her very well are usually able to tell the difference between something sincere and a lie with her. Her father once commented that she was like him: that she liked to watch people react. Despite her anger at learning that she was like him, there was some truth in his words. She did like to watch people react to her words or actions, and often did things in order to get a rise out of them. She didn’t know why she liked seeing reactions so much. To her there wasn’t really an answer to ‘why’. It was just something she liked, and therefore did. And besides, in a way she was happy that her father even considered her remotely like him. For years he had hated her and shown her no kindness at all, so it meant a lot to her that he even cared enough to say something like that to her.
Is being 'nice' that important to you?
Although Reira has often been described as a nice woman, she doesn't necessarily agree with that. For one thing, she doesn't believe that there really is such a thing as a 'nice' anything. In her mind there is no such thing as 'nice' weather or a 'nice' cup of tea. She prefers to think of things as something a bit other than nice, be it better or worse. As for why she doesn't consider herself to be 'nice', it is more that she knows of her own faults and that she is definitely not perfect. And she really isn't particularly kind or generous, both of which are often used synonymously with 'nice'. In general her opinion of herself is rather low, due to years and years of her father and brother telling her just how worthless and useless she was. Despite the fact that she tried not to let their words get to her, deep down they did, and they turned her heart and mind against herself. Not that she even cares about that all too much. After all, her own opinion of herself is hardly anything important.
How exactly did I get talked into this again?
Reira has been known to agree to do almost anything for other people. Every single time she wonders exactly how she had gotten talked into doing the tasks, as she is never completely sure. She remembers talking to the person about something that needed to get done, and then... that's about it. Most commonly they tell her that they are either too busy, or don't feel up to completing a task. As she feels sorry for them, she will often then agree to help. And it's not like she minds helping people too much. It's more that she just wishes that she didn't feel as though she was being taken advantage of whenever she was being asked, or whenever she was actually doing what she was asked.
Aa, hai, because drinking is surely going to give you more braincells. For your sake I hope that it does.
One of her favorite things to do is to make fun of others – men in particular. She has never been a huge fan of men, after growing up with her father and younger brother, as well as deal with drunk men pursuing her as soon as she started maturing. She has never seen men as anything more than imbeciles who are better off not speaking whatsoever or procreating. This belief extends even deeper when it comes to boys or teenagers, since they normally make fun of girls (and treat them worse) even more so than adult men do. She firmly believes that men, no matter what age, however, will never mature. They will forever main childish in their mentality, and are to be thoroughly mocked and pitied for their stupidity and their inability to control their hormones. When making fun of women she is much kinder, usually saying the taunts/jeers in a way to make it seem as though she could really be joking. All the same, if she means to make fun of someone, there is nothing nice behind her words. Another aspect of her personality is the way she likes to tease others. This is much different from the way she mocks people, because in these instances she isn’t really serious. She only teases people for amusement, and a mutual one at that. She won’t tease someone she doesn’t consider a friend or family member because she doesn’t know – or probably like – them enough to be able to tease them effectively about something. Which also means that she doesn’t tease anyone very often at all, since she has virtually no friends. She doesn’t try to avoid people, like other friendless individuals though, because she spends plenty of time around other people. It takes a lot to get her to actually open up and start talking earnestly.
Love? Who needs that?
Along with her general hatred for men, Reira also shows no particular desire to ever fall in love. Although she is a pretty enough woman, and has received several offers of marriage from men of varying degrees of sobriety, she has refused every single one. And it's not necessarily just because she hates men. In fact, she is somewhat afraid of falling in love -- a fact that she would never admit to anyone, let alone a man. She is afraid that if she falls in love and gets married, and then gets pregnant, that the same thing that happened to her own mother will happen to her. Although she doesn't fear death, she does fear letting a child grow up without its mother, all because she wasn't strong enough to survive the childbirth. From her own experience, she knows that she could never do something so cruel to a child. Though she knows that she would never marry a man who could ever be as cruel to a child as her own father was to her.
Healthy eating results in a healthy life.
Reira is a big fan of eating healthy. Insanely healthy at that. She absolutely refuses to touch anything that involves either too much flour or too much sugar. Though the sugar part is more for her own health, as sweet things make her ill. If one of the types of food she doesn’t eat is offered to her she will decline, and proceed to just go hungry. Although the hunger pains are bad, the knowledge that that unhealthy slop was in her body would be far worse to her. She even, on occasion, tries to get others to eat healthier. However, if after the first few attempts to convert them fail, she won’t bother to try again. In her opinion it’s their body, and their business what they do to it. And if they die all the sooner because of eating garbage, so be it, it was their choice.
LIKES »
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STRENGTHS »
WEAKNESSES »
ALLIANCE » specifically people who are ill, but in general good.
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[/i] always wanted children, and now she would finally be able to! Nine months later she gave birth to a healthy baby boy that Yuuji named Kaji. Miyako doted on the baby, providing him with virtually anything she thought he may need or want, or may need or want in the near future. Despite the fact that finances in the Otomiya household were limited, somehow the couple managed to pay for all of the paraphernalia that Miyako purchased. And, for the first time since getting married to him, she began to actually believe that she could be happy with Yuuji. After seeing him with their son, it was hard to think that he was anything but a kind man who honestly cared about Kaji, and her as well, to an extent. And then, less than a year later, Miyako wound up pregnant again. Unfortunately, this was also around the time that an epidemic of a terrible flu came through the village, hitting many of the villagers, Miyako included. She was sick almost constantly, unable to keep anything down, and constantly in bed with a high fever. There were some days when she was a bit better, but for the most part she was terrible. And there was nothing Yuuji could do but watch as his wife wasted away, while attempting to keep young Kaji from catching the same sickness.
The day that Miyako went into labor was also to be the last day of her life. The village midwife managed to save the baby, but the mother's body was weakened too much by the sickness that had plagued her for months to survive. She began bleeding, and wasn't able to stop. In her last moments, Miyako told Yuuji to name the baby Reira, and that she could finally say that she loved him. After her death Yuuji went into a downward spiral. He still worked, though he only worked enough to buy a minimal amount of food. The rest of the money he earned he spent on sake and stronger drinks. Although he spent part of his time (both drunken and sober) with Kaji, he rarely spent any with Reira, leaving her to be taken care of by the midwife. However, when she was five, he forbade the midwife Okazu-san from ever coming near her again. From that time on he began to "take care of her", in his own, misguided way. That is, if calling her worthless and evil was taking care of her. Though he should have cared for his daughter, even a little, he showed her nothing but hatred. Hatred because she had caused his wife's death. Deep down he partially realized that it couldn't actually have been Reira's fault, as she had not forced Miyako to get pregnant with her, but at the same time he couldn't forgive her for his wife's death.
Luckily he never actually physically abused her, though the mental abuse was enough to traumatize her for years. And as both of his children grew up, Kaji began to take after his father in more ways than one. The boy began to believe the things his father said about his sister, and began to repeat them to her. On one occasion his taunting had gone so far that she ended up hiding in a large tree out behind their house to get away from him. Unfortunately, a neighbor's dog ended up finding her and scaring her down from the tree, causing her to break her collarbone. Her father, naturally, blamed the entire event on her, as his precious son could never do anything wrong. At least he bandaged her up well enough while he was lecturing. After this point Reira realized that she needed to toughen up if she wanted to survive. Although she held no skill for fighting whatsoever, she realized that she could instead force herself to not care about their jeers mentally. With a lot of practice, she succeeded. Sort of, anyway. She at least succeeded in managing to make it appear as though she didn't care. She also managed to get quite good at mocking them right back, though the only one she actually said anything to was her brother, since she feared what would happen if she were to mock her father.
Reira also discovered that she was very good at telling apart different herbs and plants. One of the villager's that was nice to her said that she had a "green thumb" and offered to help her get an apprenticeship to an herbalist. However, knowing that her father would disapprove, she refused his kind offer. Once she reached her home she came to wonder though, if that had been the right thing to do. It was too late to go back and ask if he would still help her, so she decided that she would teach herself. She managed to sneak some of her father's medical texts to her room late at night, and by candlelight she taught herself to read and write using them. She also taught herself the knowledge that would tell her what herbs went into what potions or salves, and how to then use them to help cure illnesses and heal wounds. As soon as she was sixteen she told her father that she was leaving, packed a small bag, and went on her way. She wasn't quite sure where she was headed, but she knew she had to go somewhere; anywhere. For four years she was on the road, learning more about herbology, and making a small name for herself in some of the smaller villages by helping out when she could, either with her herbology skills or with general tasks. Even now that is all she does, as she has yet to find a place that she wants to call home. The only things she had found were her hatred for men and a few marriage proposals that she promptly refused. A part of her regretted never going back to visit her family, but for the most part she was glad that she had done what she had. It was better to be as far away from people like them as possible; even if they were technically blood relatives.
MOTHER » otomiya miyako ;; deceased
FATHER » otomiya yuuji ;; alive
SISTERS » --
BROTHERS » otomiya kaji ;; alive
MATE » --
CHILDREN » --
OTHER » --
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THE RP SAMPLE »
Why was she doing this again? Why, why, why? She couldn't remember why she had suggested meeting that man se had met on that Internet chat room. It wasn't like her to even really talk to someone, but she had actually had fun with 'Sirius'. Though she did partially believe he was either a child or some old man who was trying to get his kicks by annoying women. From previous experience with the internet she had learned that just about anything was possible as it was impossible to tell how old someone was, or even their real personality just from writing back and forth with them. The only real way to know would be to actually meet them in person, which she was now about to do. Satsuki sighed as she stared into the small mirror above the sink in her room. What had she been thinking? She wasn't the type of person to suggest meetings with men; not at all. In fact she was the exact opposite. For years she had avoided meeting men at all costs because she not only didn't want to get hurt, but also because she just couldn't see the point. It wasn't as though she had any specific plans for getting married, or really even dating. She was perfectly content with how her life was and her single status. Most of the time. She believed that dating would just be a waste of her time, as it had been for some of her female friends. They had told her all of their so-called horror stories about bad dates and men who weren’t even remotely close to passing muster. After hearing far too many of that kind of story it was only natural that she wouldn’t want to actually bother with dating herself. At least that’s what Satsuki told herself whenever she started to feel a bit lonely. Then she also reminded herself that if she was truly lonely she could always get a pet of some kind. Or a familiar. Well, another familiar, anyway, as she already did have Youma to keep her company. She was fairly certain though that getting any other animal would be next to impossible with that cat around her home. He would definitely keep all others far, far away at all costs.
And besides, Youma was enough companionship for her. He was a well-mannered animal who hardly ever caused her trouble. He liked to curl up with her on the couch or the bed when she was reading, and he always purred. The low rumble had been known to calm her nerves many a time when she was just about on the breaking point. Yes, he was enough. She could only hope though that he wouldn’t be angry with her for trapping him up in her room during the day. But what else could she do? She could hardly let the cat roam free. Despite not having any particular knowledge of Hogsmeade being a dangerous village, she still wasn’t willing to let the cat out of the room. And just because he was well behaved didn’t mean that she trusted him to not cause trouble of some kind, or to get in someone’s way, or to even run off. Well no, she was fairly sure that he wouldn’t try and run off, but the other two? Those were definite possibilities. Youma had only ever really spent time at her apartment back in Tokyo, and on occasion the office or a friends’ apartment if she was planning on being away for a few days. Now that she was actually thinking about the white cat she wondered why exactly she had decided to bring him with her this time? It was definitely a first. She could have easily left him with a friend for the duration of her visit to Scotland, but… but something had stayed her hand. Something had made her decide to bring the cat. What, she didn’t know. Not that it really mattered all that much. She liked having the company. It made her feel less homesick, and less in a rush to hurry back home. Though she still wanted to get work over with as quickly as possible and return to Japan and her normal life. Not that normal was such a great thing, but it had always worked for her, and would probably continue to work in exactly the same fashion for years to come.
Sitting down at the bar she wondered again if this meeting was really a good idea. Too late to do anything about it now, though. Actually, not exactly too late. She could always just go back up to her room before he arrived. But that seemed like it would be a bit cowardly to do. No, she couldn’t just go and hide in her room. It wouldn’t be right, nor would it be fair to the man whom she had called out like she had. Signaling the person waiting on the bar to come over she mentally sighed. She needed a drink to calm her nerves, but her usual order was undoubtedly impossible to get here. When the man came over to her she decided she might as well try it anyway. “Sake, please.” The bartender stared at her blankly and she sighed aloud. Taking a quick scan of the shelves behind the bar she tried to find a drink that would satisfy her. Her gaze paused on a small group of tall, dark green bottles with labels depicting what she could only guess was supposed to be a berry. That sounded intriguing enough. “A Berry Ocky Rot then,” she told the bartender, who nodded and went to pour a glass. When he returned she stared at the dark red liquid for a moment before bringing the glass up to her lips. Slowly she took a tentative sip. Fruity, tart, and with a very high alcohol content. It was good, she decided, as she took another sip. At least good enough to drink while she waited. And it would definitely do the trick and calm her nerves. Sipping again she closed her eyes and let the flavors engulf her. Good enough indeed.
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