[Appearance]
[Kaida:Mishima:Tengaki]
[K.:.Kaylee.:.Kaydee.:.Hot stuff]
[23]
[Female]
[Japanese]
[Lesbian]
[Melody]
String Quartet-Polyamorous
[Family]
~Father: Kyota Hikoru Tengaki {deceased}
~Mother: Jane Sanders
~Twin Sister: Sarah Tengaki (23)
[Personality]
The Rebel. The Troublemaker. Will-O-Th'-Wisp. Little Miss Firestarter. Kaida has her own rule system and honor code, and anyone else's just won't suffice.
Kaida is the definition of conundrum. While her father was alive, she was a very good little girl. He taught her the value of honor and integrity, and even now she lives by that code, but it's a bit fuzzier. On the surface, Kaida is just another punk, someone else's problem. She acts very serious around people she hasn't met, and once she gets to know them, she'll change her behavior. Be warned, if you're on her bad side, your life will be very...interesting in her prescence. Around the lucky crowd she calls her friends, Kaida is a brash, potty-mouthed smart aleck. She's got an opinion on everything and won't hesitate to share it to any and all interested (or not) parties. Those on her very inner circle know that she's a sensitive and caring person who likes poetry and playing orchestral instruments.
On the subject of passions, Kaida has three. Dance, Violin, and Romance. Those three are the only things she can throw her whole being into; mind, body and soul in a conceirto of energy. Kaida absolutely loves to breakdance, but wouldn't be able to call herself a dancer if she didn't know others. She is fluent in Salsa and Waltz, but can speak Ballet and Club with confidence. When it comes to instruments, Violin is her number one. She can perform on the Acoustic Guitar and Trumpet as well, but not on the level of her favorite stringed wonder. As for Romance....She just needs two words. Magic Hands. She's not a bad hand at Silver Tongue style, though.
[Likes]
~Trance music
~Shy girls
~Fresh fruits
~Spanish (specifically Argentinian)
~Rainy days next to a fire
~Science fiction novels
[Dislikes]
~Meat
~Pushy people
~Salesmen
~Pop culture
~Bright sunny days without a nice breeze
~Neon colours
[Fears/Phobias]
~Darkness
~Big dogs
~Truckers
[Hobbies/Talents]
~Seamstress. Pretty much all of her wardrobe is hand-made and all of it is professional looking.
~Cooking meals from all ethnicities.
~Mini-gardens
[Romantic Interest-to be discovered]
[Bio]
Ever since that first principle's visit, my parents always knew I'd be a handful. It wasn't even my fault! If a kid who was obviously being beaten up needed saving, wouldn't you save them? Well appearently the teachers at my school didn't agree with my reasoning.
"They were just playing. You shouldn't have hit that poor boy!" they all said to me. Well, I've never played games involving my friends hitting me in the face with their foot before, but maybe I'm just weird. It wasn't long before I became the school's "special case". They didn't want to kick me out because I was such a stellar student, but they couldn't just let my vigilante side go unchecked. I was forced to attend regular sessions with the shrink hired especially for me twice a week. I had to attend classes on anger management every other friday. My parent's had to forbid me from getting a license. On reflection, that was a smart idea, but at the time I hated it. I was basically a brawler my entire school career.
I'd always been enchanted with music, since I was just a wee thing. At first, I thought I was just really good at remembering songs, but when I was old enough to reflect on it, I only heard the music when I was around other people. By the time I was 11, I could differentiate between people's songs. At 13 I could identify my friends by their songs even if I couldn't see them. At 14 I bought my first pair of sound-proof headphones and heard my own rhythm for the first time. My music was haunting. It pulsed and pounded, sending firey and throbbing beats through my veins. I danced the entire night, that night. I remember it vividly, because I discovered myself and finally felt synched with my own body. In comparison, the other people around me were dull...muted. At 16 I started junior high school in a new city, with a fresh slate.
I remember my first kiss. It was three weeks into school. I was sitting in the cafeteria, just eating my lunch, when I heard some serious jams. Just my luck, the person producing was a straight-laced, goody two shoes, shy girl who'd never looked at a person romantically, much less a girl. As soon as we found out we were in the same orchestra class, I knew I had to have her. That afternoon I'd asked her to sit in on one of my violin sessions, and she hesitantly agreed. All doubts about it were banished thirty seconds into my song. I wrote it earlier that week; a one person heat wave of passion and energy, woven and stitched to ignite the fervor in the listener. She couldn't get my clothes off fast enough.
You don't recover from the kind of heartbreak that someone truly special can inflict on you. After a steamy and enjoyable three years, the woman who I thought was the love of my life, left me for some...dude. He was a middle class worker drone with a fancy haircut, but he managed to cut three years of bonds I'd forged with this girl in one night. One. Stupid. Night. I said some very mean things to her, and got some meaness in return. I might have hit her once...or twice. She just didn't understand the betrayal I'd felt. I hear they have three kids now. Hope they're happy. I haven't touched a woman since.
[Other]
[Kaida:Mishima:Tengaki]
[K.:.Kaylee.:.Kaydee.:.Hot stuff]
[23]
[Female]
[Japanese]
[Lesbian]
[Melody]
String Quartet-Polyamorous
[Family]
~Father: Kyota Hikoru Tengaki {deceased}
~Mother: Jane Sanders
~Twin Sister: Sarah Tengaki (23)
[Personality]
The Rebel. The Troublemaker. Will-O-Th'-Wisp. Little Miss Firestarter. Kaida has her own rule system and honor code, and anyone else's just won't suffice.
Kaida is the definition of conundrum. While her father was alive, she was a very good little girl. He taught her the value of honor and integrity, and even now she lives by that code, but it's a bit fuzzier. On the surface, Kaida is just another punk, someone else's problem. She acts very serious around people she hasn't met, and once she gets to know them, she'll change her behavior. Be warned, if you're on her bad side, your life will be very...interesting in her prescence. Around the lucky crowd she calls her friends, Kaida is a brash, potty-mouthed smart aleck. She's got an opinion on everything and won't hesitate to share it to any and all interested (or not) parties. Those on her very inner circle know that she's a sensitive and caring person who likes poetry and playing orchestral instruments.
On the subject of passions, Kaida has three. Dance, Violin, and Romance. Those three are the only things she can throw her whole being into; mind, body and soul in a conceirto of energy. Kaida absolutely loves to breakdance, but wouldn't be able to call herself a dancer if she didn't know others. She is fluent in Salsa and Waltz, but can speak Ballet and Club with confidence. When it comes to instruments, Violin is her number one. She can perform on the Acoustic Guitar and Trumpet as well, but not on the level of her favorite stringed wonder. As for Romance....She just needs two words. Magic Hands. She's not a bad hand at Silver Tongue style, though.
[Likes]
~Trance music
~Shy girls
~Fresh fruits
~Spanish (specifically Argentinian)
~Rainy days next to a fire
~Science fiction novels
[Dislikes]
~Meat
~Pushy people
~Salesmen
~Pop culture
~Bright sunny days without a nice breeze
~Neon colours
[Fears/Phobias]
~Darkness
~Big dogs
~Truckers
[Hobbies/Talents]
~Seamstress. Pretty much all of her wardrobe is hand-made and all of it is professional looking.
~Cooking meals from all ethnicities.
~Mini-gardens
[Romantic Interest-to be discovered]
[Bio]
Ever since that first principle's visit, my parents always knew I'd be a handful. It wasn't even my fault! If a kid who was obviously being beaten up needed saving, wouldn't you save them? Well appearently the teachers at my school didn't agree with my reasoning.
"They were just playing. You shouldn't have hit that poor boy!" they all said to me. Well, I've never played games involving my friends hitting me in the face with their foot before, but maybe I'm just weird. It wasn't long before I became the school's "special case". They didn't want to kick me out because I was such a stellar student, but they couldn't just let my vigilante side go unchecked. I was forced to attend regular sessions with the shrink hired especially for me twice a week. I had to attend classes on anger management every other friday. My parent's had to forbid me from getting a license. On reflection, that was a smart idea, but at the time I hated it. I was basically a brawler my entire school career.
I'd always been enchanted with music, since I was just a wee thing. At first, I thought I was just really good at remembering songs, but when I was old enough to reflect on it, I only heard the music when I was around other people. By the time I was 11, I could differentiate between people's songs. At 13 I could identify my friends by their songs even if I couldn't see them. At 14 I bought my first pair of sound-proof headphones and heard my own rhythm for the first time. My music was haunting. It pulsed and pounded, sending firey and throbbing beats through my veins. I danced the entire night, that night. I remember it vividly, because I discovered myself and finally felt synched with my own body. In comparison, the other people around me were dull...muted. At 16 I started junior high school in a new city, with a fresh slate.
I remember my first kiss. It was three weeks into school. I was sitting in the cafeteria, just eating my lunch, when I heard some serious jams. Just my luck, the person producing was a straight-laced, goody two shoes, shy girl who'd never looked at a person romantically, much less a girl. As soon as we found out we were in the same orchestra class, I knew I had to have her. That afternoon I'd asked her to sit in on one of my violin sessions, and she hesitantly agreed. All doubts about it were banished thirty seconds into my song. I wrote it earlier that week; a one person heat wave of passion and energy, woven and stitched to ignite the fervor in the listener. She couldn't get my clothes off fast enough.
You don't recover from the kind of heartbreak that someone truly special can inflict on you. After a steamy and enjoyable three years, the woman who I thought was the love of my life, left me for some...dude. He was a middle class worker drone with a fancy haircut, but he managed to cut three years of bonds I'd forged with this girl in one night. One. Stupid. Night. I said some very mean things to her, and got some meaness in return. I might have hit her once...or twice. She just didn't understand the betrayal I'd felt. I hear they have three kids now. Hope they're happy. I haven't touched a woman since.
[Other]