Name:Yuriko Matsuki
Age:17
Gender:Female
Extra Description:
Yuriko stands at Five feet Seven and apparently weighs 105 lbs. She has a lithe body and is quite flexible, allowing her to stretch more than the average girl. Her face doesn't show much expression as much as her heart does; callous. The girls eye are a deep green, hair as well. She doesn't have perfect eyesight, making her wear glasses, even contacts, sometimes. She also enjoys to wear anything that comes off the rack which isn't to much. Also, her eyes may seem hazel in the light or sun. She stands out because her green hair and green eyes, making some suppose her as a foreigner but in truth she is 100% Japanese.
Personality:
The girl is quiet and talks only when time needs it. She isn't stubborn, since chances of her giving up in arguments are high, though in fights they aren't as high. She is a outcast and doesn't enjoy being bothered by teenagers talking about her unusual features rather than their brown hair and brown eyes. Yuriko has a hard time expressing her emotions, always causing her to end up in tears. She doesn't tell anyone why she cries when her mood starts to wiggle like a swing. Sometimes when you ask her about her family, she starts to shiver and run away. Though, it wouldn't be like that for some people. Also, she isn't into speaking in front of crowds or people.
Likes:
- Flowers
- Nature
- Abstract
- Paint
- Candy
Dislikes:
- Violence
- Fighting
- Blood
- Negative Feelings
- Demons
- Dreams
Hobbies:
- Singing
- Humming
- Sketching
- Creative Writing
Weapons: Butterfly Swords and maybe one katana.
Skills:
- Thinking
- Defense
History:
She didn’t ever think that betrayal would hurt. From the start of her birth, when she could only mutter gibberish she was betrayed. Her real mother and father due to sad conditions sold her. Though, why would they have her? If they knew nothing was to ever work out. The simplest and best conclusion was that they just wanted the money from selling her, a baby smiling, crying, and puking. Ever since, figuring such things she knew there was no bound to mother and child. As the child came from the mother’s womb there bound was cut, the bound was only a mother having a child. Yuriko was never to figure this out, if she hadn’t walk through the roughly large house of the parents who brought her from her biological ones. If she was never curious, it wouldn’t be known but she just liked information, far too much. “Knowledge is power,” her parents said when she was five years old. Knowledge is a weakness to mankind.
She walked through the halls, a check on the table of her mother and father’s bedroom. She was curious as ever. Her interest focused on money. She walked in peered slowly at the check, picking it up from the table a paper next to it. She knew reading someone else’s things were rude but they told her, “Knowledge is power.” On the paper it wrote; “Herby to Mrs. & Mr. Matsuki, We will come to give you this child which you named, Yuriko. As you said to be named. And you shall give us the money we commanded for. Thee, we will give you a fee for respect and thanks. Our thanks that you would take such a pest, away. “Yuriko muttered the words, “Pest.” And it had her name printed big and bold, Yuriko. She ran out the room putting the papers as they were before, not wanting to read the rest of it. That was at age thirteen.
Her quality was ruined, now. Not wanted by parents, not needed, just a pest. For one whole year, she acted as if she knew nothing. Smiling, laughing, shopping, doing what a typical female would do. After her 14th birthday she was freaked. Guys betrayed her. Love was useless. Friends, who made a promise with her, betrayed her. Friends were liars. Parents bragged about you. People had too much pride. Betray, sloth, betray, lies, win, and lose. It mixed in her mind. Cells popped, tantrums flying by.
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