Here she is! Tell me what you think. Any suggestions or feed back would be good, since you guys will be using her too. Iām still working on the Decedents of Darknessās manger
NPCName:Naomi Kinshin
Age: You know, itās not polite to ask a ladies age. {*Whispers* Sheās
thirty one} *slaps the back of my head*{Mph!}
Gender:Iām Female of course.
Sexuality:When was this anyone else's business but my own?ā{Pst! Pst! *whispers* Sheās been known to go either way, but be known to have more relationships with men. Though sheās a little picky about who she has an actual relationships with, though who she takes home, not so much. As long as she finds it convenient for her. She just hates the label of being called Bi.} *slaps the back of my head again* {Mph!...Really?! Do you have flipinā super hearing or something?!} No your just too predictable.
Position:Violent Roses Manager
Height:Five foot six inches.
Weight: Excuse me?! Did you just really ask me that? I swear, how rude can you get?!. *glares at me* {....Hm? *blinks innocently*} *Sighs and turns away*{*Grins and holds up a dry eraser board with the number
hundred and ten written in neon pink marker*} *Turns and seeās the board and glares.* Your such an idiot. {*Stick tounge out.*} Keep it up and i might just take it. {*drops board and covers mouth.*} Good girl.
Eye Color: If you couldnāt see, their brown. Itās almost cute how you donāt notice the obvious. Stupid, but almost cute.
Hair Color:Itās naturally brown, but Iāve put light brown highlights in it.
Bio:Naomi was raised in a nuclear family of work-a-holics. Her parents were dedicated to their work more then they were her, or even each other. Even at a young age she knew her family wasnāt what most would call functional, and honestly it kind of hit a cord. Why couldnāt she have the perfect, happy family that everyone else did? She got everything she wanted. The nicest cloths, shoes, toys, you name it Naomi got it. Maybe her parents did feel something akin to that of guilt. Though, even if she acted like she was happy with it all, It was probably around that realization that Naomi started to push herself to be the best. The best in grades, the best at sports, the best in everyone's eyes, to fit everyone else's perfect mold. Though by the time she hit fourteen she was tired of trying to gain her parents praise and approval. It wasnāt like they ever stepped away from their law firms long enough to even notice the good she did, the things she achieved that would make most parents proud. Though she found the men, and woman she started to bring home started to get her parents attention, most notably the latter, it seemed to piss her parents off beyond belief, though the guys pawing her seemed to piss them off almost as much.
Naomi had always took an interest in the music field, but not the face of it, of the band, no she much preferred the idea of running things from behind. Of the negotiations, the planning, the promoting, she loved the idea of being a manager. It was much more interesting then her parents idea of her becoming a lawyer. Far too dull, and the fact it pissed her parents off almost as much as it did when she brought her ādatesā home was just an extra little bonus.
Once Naomi graduated school, she decided to study over seas at a university in the states, in New York city to be exact. This was where she meet the one man that she never got out of her mind. He was so...nerve racking, doing things she found so stupid, so pointless. yet this moron was so. Witty, charming even. He was smart then he seemed, yet he was so infuriating, and so...weird. Even after every insult he just seemed to grin and still try to befriend her, even throwing a few back at her. One could say she some what befriended the odd American boy, but they often competed. You could say what they had was...complicated. Though it slightly dissolved after she returned to Japan once she got her degree in music business, and business .
Personality:Naomi is what you would call a little manipulative. She knows how to use her skills and looks to her advantage. Though she also knows how to adjust her attitude to fit the moment. Though her harsh, almost cols nature is usually evident at times. She could care less if you called her a bitch, because well she know she is. That's how you survive in this harsh world. Though like all, the ice queen has a softer side. Her harsh ness at times is used in good intentions, almost like a strict guardian or elder sibling.
Though sheād sooner have her own foot gnawed of by wild dogs before admitting it. Though she does try to keep her clients somewhat happy, though she does push them when things need to be done.
Oh man...Itās starting to lightning and thunder. DX Eek! TT^TT. Though itās kind of cute that my big old teddy bear of a Siberian husky and chow mix is scared. Will never figure out why people find him so scary XD