Post by Mina Crow on Mar 25, 2006 3:22:34 GMT 12
[Name >> Kuro "Seagull" Zensawa
[Age >> 13
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Wharf Rats
[Rank >> Commoner
[Nationality >> Japanese
[Politics >> Feudalism
[Romantic orientation >> Straight
[Appearance >> Kuro is slim and short, around 4'10". Despite her mature and solemn look, she is visibly very young, and her appearance may be somewhat naïve. She has a typical Japanese look, with straight black hair, chin long and straight-cut front. Her cheeks are high and smooth, and her characteristic blue eyes, rare among her people, are strongly slanted, ever bearing a calm, sad expression. Her feet and hands are remarkably small, even for her size.
[Attitude >> Kuro is a very calm girl on the outside. There is always a longing at her heart, for her home and her family. Yet, do not be deceived by her appearance – the girl may turn out to be a plotter, just like every Wharf Rat, but she works hard to conceal it behind her solemn face. She can stay for a long time on the background, her mind apparently elsewhere, but if you look really hard, you can just make out the wheels turning over and over on her mind, recording everything she hears and watches for future use.
[Notable History >> Kuro Zensawa was born in Tokyo, to a family of fishermen and sea traders. There is nothing truly remarkable about her past – at least, that's what she says. Known information could turn against her, but she could as well be just another normal girl in a big city.
One day, she joined her family on a small cargo ship. They traveled across the whole Pacific Ocean, through the Panama strait, and into the Atlantic. Then, turning north, the ship continued its journey close to the American coast. The crew had grown restless; the trip was supposed to end at the strait. Kuro does not remember well what happened next, for one day, she woke up inside a container, adrift, with a terrible headache.
One more night
To bear this nightmare
What more do I have to say
Crying for me was never worth a tear
My lonely soul is only filled with fear
Long hours of loneliness
Between me and the sea
Losing emotion
Finding devotion
Should I dress in white and search the sea
As I always wished to be - one with the waves
Ocean Soul
Walking the tideline
I hear your name
Is angels whispering
Something so beautiful it hurts
I only wished to become something beautiful
Through my music, through my silent devotion ~ Nightwish
[Reputation >> None. She is just arriving to New Pork – on that container.
[Age >> 13
[Gender >> Female
[Tribe >> Wharf Rats
[Rank >> Commoner
[Nationality >> Japanese
[Politics >> Feudalism
[Romantic orientation >> Straight
[Appearance >> Kuro is slim and short, around 4'10". Despite her mature and solemn look, she is visibly very young, and her appearance may be somewhat naïve. She has a typical Japanese look, with straight black hair, chin long and straight-cut front. Her cheeks are high and smooth, and her characteristic blue eyes, rare among her people, are strongly slanted, ever bearing a calm, sad expression. Her feet and hands are remarkably small, even for her size.
[Attitude >> Kuro is a very calm girl on the outside. There is always a longing at her heart, for her home and her family. Yet, do not be deceived by her appearance – the girl may turn out to be a plotter, just like every Wharf Rat, but she works hard to conceal it behind her solemn face. She can stay for a long time on the background, her mind apparently elsewhere, but if you look really hard, you can just make out the wheels turning over and over on her mind, recording everything she hears and watches for future use.
[Notable History >> Kuro Zensawa was born in Tokyo, to a family of fishermen and sea traders. There is nothing truly remarkable about her past – at least, that's what she says. Known information could turn against her, but she could as well be just another normal girl in a big city.
One day, she joined her family on a small cargo ship. They traveled across the whole Pacific Ocean, through the Panama strait, and into the Atlantic. Then, turning north, the ship continued its journey close to the American coast. The crew had grown restless; the trip was supposed to end at the strait. Kuro does not remember well what happened next, for one day, she woke up inside a container, adrift, with a terrible headache.
One more night
To bear this nightmare
What more do I have to say
Crying for me was never worth a tear
My lonely soul is only filled with fear
Long hours of loneliness
Between me and the sea
Losing emotion
Finding devotion
Should I dress in white and search the sea
As I always wished to be - one with the waves
Ocean Soul
Walking the tideline
I hear your name
Is angels whispering
Something so beautiful it hurts
I only wished to become something beautiful
Through my music, through my silent devotion ~ Nightwish
[Reputation >> None. She is just arriving to New Pork – on that container.
