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Tembelle Yuu P.

The Quiet and melancholic | 1st Year

0 · 256 views · located in Japan | Tokyo

a character in “Curtain up and Act!”, originally authored by Erstwhile, as played by RolePlayGateway


⌊▝▝▝▝▝▝▝▝ ◊ › ▐ 〈〈 TEMBELL3 〉〉 • YUU P. ▅▅⌉



      ↘↘ Yuu- chan, Yuppi (by her grandfather)

      ↘↘ Female

      ↘↘ 16 years old

      ↘↘ Heterosexual

      ↘↘ The Student President picked her interest because he seems to continuously stare in her direction, but that wouldn't be considered as love interest. Yet though. Probably will change in the future?


    Honestly, she was a beautiful girl, still in her development process for a full grown woman indeed, but fragments of insight made her look older than she actually is. Her deep ocean blue eyes filled her attractive heavy lidded eyes with deep impact - and for those how understood saw how deep actually it goes and how much it actually reveals. For those who merely cared for the surface would only read her facial expressions as mature, reserved and polite; almost indifferent. But for those who tried to know more will experience her piercing gaze, which attempting to read every single movement like an open book - as if nothing is escaping here eyes. Trapped, inside a cage and being stared at from any angle possible, letting those felt nevousness and being uncomfortable by her dear presence. As though her eyes were intimidating the observer that he even felt a heavy blanked wrapped all over his body, and just won't let it go, although her gaze only last for a split second. The reason, why she owned respect, but also grew a distance. She was one of the rare part of woman population who did not really put any effort into her appearance, but still stayed attractive in her natural beauty. Even her hair, which she disliked to grew long was short for that very reason; still, it suited her. The raven black hair, she obtained from the asian blood in her vains, which also caused her rather petite build. Even so, she possesed a particular grace and modesty, which caused anyone who saw her to be naturally engrossed between the beauty and the balance within, a beautiful harmony that not many savoured. Her small, but pointy nose and her rosy full bloom lips - traits she obtained from her german father was also represent, which made her complexion seem to be rather too pale, although her skin was actually not that rosy white. Her overall balance and curves were not perfect, but enough to be called breathtaking considering the deep impact of her face and expression. And although she might seem quite fragile, the surface completely is manipulated. Yuu might not be skilled in handmade works, but in self- defense, she was a star for her own league. Yuu often is seen in a kimono outside the school, forced by her japanese step- mother. But even though sometimes the heat while wearing them were unbearable, she did not disliked them to be her daily clothes. Her current favourite is the white and crimson coloured kimono.

▍||◗ THE HEART °

      ☑ Silence
      ☑ Kimono
      ☑ Chocolate
      ☑ Coffee
      ☑ Matrial arts
      ☒ Tea
      ☒ Crowds
      ☒ Rejection
      ☒ Flirts, Paparazzis, Perverts, Molester
      ☒ Ugly people in heart

    She is a mysterious person. She is not moody, but not calm either although she may seem like it. Actually, occasionally being a continuously worrywart, she worried about stuff which are honestly not her business, or is concerned about things which are about to come, everything in such an exaggerating way that make one wonder, how she could stay silent like she always does. She appear to be, and put much effort into being a quiet person from when her mother had left her, and the time where her step mother came in. She stayed silent, never really told anyone her real feelings. It was all caused by her calculated acts which made her reaction slow and reserved - as everything had already been calculated by her only so that she won't hurt others feelings. All only due her gentle care about her surroundings without letting any of them notice her intention. Attention was, to put it directly, never her thing. She preferred to stay hidden from all the eyes, living normally without any unnecessary conflicts. It became somewhat her principle of life to not letting anyone see her true colours - she just feared to be hated due to that, or just going to be left unregarded, respectless and alone.

    Nonetheless it did not mean she could handle her temper well. In the sixth grade she started with learning matrial arts only for the reason of relieving stress. Everyday, she had to go through the fear of hurting someone - a quiet life that almost killed her patience and grew her unsatisfaction to the max. She saw many things, sometimes beautiful, more though ugly ones which she won't forget - a memory that remain everyday. She can't go like that anymore; being silent was not the answer. It's a fact that she came to know about after being confronted with situations which revealed her impatient character. It was around the time, where the woman hormones took the best out of her body, and made her met even more types of people with unpure desires. Her training in the dojo seem not to go to waste after that - and by some people, she even received a cool nickname because they saw her knocking down a grown up man with her skinny leg. Truly nothing which one should ever miss. Anyways, although she might be calm outside, she is agressive if it's about things she knew well about - and so I hope you're perfectly guarded. Even then though, she is not completely honest with herself. She had a side to her which she still kept hidden from the others eyes - with other words, she didn't trust anyone to like her after knowing her real essence. Having that in mind, she just couldn't let herself to be open about everything regards what she felt, which caused the distance between her and the people surround her. Hence, she never possesed a real friend, never felt real bonds and friendship. Something like that is pictured by her as a risky case of revealing oneselve - nothing that she wanted to try.

▍||◗ WHAT, MY LIFE? °

    Father - Alive - 2nd Marriage
    Mother - Deceased
    Step Mother - Alive - Housewife
    Grandfather - Alive - Father from her deceased mother

Most important scenes from her life (1st person narrator)

    1. Childhood Part One
    I heard how she cried. The walls were thin, so I could hear. Next door there is mom alone, crying. I know I should comfort her and I knocked. But she did not answer my knocks, and because I do not want to cause problems for her... I went. I went that day, further and further away from that one slide door. I remembered, I did not look back. I did not think twice in returning to my room. I regretted it, when everything is past now. My heart hurt... I felt like its going to explode. I asked grandfather for the reason the next day, without telling anything about mom, and he said only is going to be alright. His expression though, was not convincing which made me reluctant. Nonetheless, I stayed a good child. I did not mention anything about that night. Because my mother that day smiled, smiled and smiled. Even so it made me wonder - why I did not felt happiness while seeing my mother? I should be happy, shouldn't I? I couldn't understand myself, never understood. My chest was hurting so much; I realised mom was always drifting away, as if she is going to just disappear into nothing. I did not want that. I struggled, hold her hand. But she never realised I was there. The next day she was gone. I only learned afterwards how far she was that time, no longer on earth, up in the skies. Watching over me. And I wondered under that black clouds as I stood there on that graveyard - did she really smile at me from above like my grandfather said? Because I did not think so. That day it rained, every piece of my clothes were wet. Even so I knew that my face was also covered with another wetness - my non-stopping tears.

    2. Childhood Part Two
    I remembered what my mom told me not long ago, before the god had taken her soul back to heaven. She said, I should be obedient. I can't ever betray my father, and I should never disoblidge him, always follow what he said at any cost. I obediently continued what she told me to do - and I was in the particular conviction of being in thr right. I tried to believe; so I kept every comment about how he managed his company for myself. And studied like being told. Diligently followed and order and always looked up to my father, without never understanding him. Never having any deep connection with him. As if we were strangers - I did not like that. But he rejected my offers and so I stopped. I stopped to behave like his daughter. My advances did not contain any value. That time, I just wanted to escape through the school from my life, which is bit by bit having those feeling of black and white - a colourless and motivationless everyday event. I did not dislike it. But I envied those, who could smile along their parents, so carefree that I just wanted to destroy something. The next day I was known as a bully throughout the school. It relieved me to see someone who smiled now begging for forgiveness. I did not feel any guilt about what I've done to destroy his peaceful world. If I did not have that, I don't see any reason for anyone else to deserve happiness.

    3. Childhood Part Three
    Scolded, trashed and being thrown away by my father. That was the consiquences I faced after my father came to know about the activities I've done at school. Honestly, I did not care - I cared for nothing at that very moment. I only knew that my grandfather brought me back of the indifference, and I am very thankful. My grandfather - the only person who I can go to. I loved him very much and he accepted me. My pitful self, the walking disaster. From there on, I shared with him a house and accompanied him, helped him in everything. But I knew I had to obtain my fathers trust back - for the sake of my mother. For her tears not going to waste. So that's the reason I studied, only to be acknowledged. But he never came to any event from my new school. I gave up, but did not raise any objections. I was tired.

    4. Young Teenager First Part
    After years not seeing my father, I was obliged to appear in his second marriage. A marriage which came so suddenly that I couldn't help but wonder about how long that relationship with that woman already was. The woman who was his secretary before. Somehow I felt sad and guilty towards my mother so that I did not attend the ceremony. On the contrary, in the same time I joined the dojo near to me house. A place I came to love and respect. There are all warm people, although they were not reluctant to go all out towards beginners. They said, it's to make them who just joined be aware of how hard the practise is and that they won't just fool around. I think that determination attracted me, so I joined without second thought. I was weak - so was my conclusion after that day. I trained a lot. I wanted to be better, better and better. As then I finally understood how enjoyable it was. I continued, even won some beginner prizes.

    5. Young Teenager Second Part
    Not long after the marriage, the new wife of my father came to visit. She was beautiful, but I could never see her as a nice person. I never ever could stand her - whether it is because I thought of my mother or because she simply was a fake person to begin with. She smiled, but it felt so distant and emotionless that I just tried to avoid seeing it. Even as I put my effort into it, I told her what I thought. And she told me father, which did not end in only scolding - he gave my custody to my grandfather and cut off every ties with me. Abandoned me. Telling me that I am no longer his daughter. Afterwards I became unexeptionally diligent in training in the dojo. The coach was very satisfied with me, even praised me. But I no longer felt that it is something I should be proud about. I disliked my action towards the new wife, but my grudge won't fade. I decided not to give her a present to apologize. But afterwards, I watched my tongue and became known as quiet. Probably not a bad thing.

    6. The here and now
    Every student in the high school has to join a club. And because the teacher offered me a spot, I just said yes. Theatre club she said. I wonder what exactly one should do there.


    She liked the idea of the theatre club and joined after being offered, but she seem not to have much faith in the thought of her having talent. Up until now, she doesn't know what she is going to do in her life - will this probably be the first step into her future?

« Perfect and pure is only an illusion, plenty of pain is the only thing which is reality. Nothing more than a simple greeting suffice. I do not expect anything further from anyone, because I truly understand humans nature. I am among them after all. »

So begins...

Tembelle Yuu P.'s Story


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Creativity Boost at School!
Foreplay: Trial exercise


↷ Miss Meli

She'd been walking up to the school and think, that day. No, she did not own any car - such sheet of metal that could roll all around without anyone’s control - honestly; it'd been frightening only to think of getting into such things. No, Miss Meli preferred to walk, elegant and without any fear of crashing into the next best tree. It was a balmy autumn day, not something that she'd been hoping for, but that did not really matter right now. A smile hushed on her face, only thinking of all the members of her new found theatre club: marvellous, just marvellous. She was really looking forward to going to school that day - even if it would have rained, she'd stupidly walk through it without noticing because of her thoughts flying somewhere else. It’s a place of countless ideas flying in one endless sky; Ideas that were meant only for her lovely club. It was definitely the time to announce one of it. One trial run to get down some information about their actually skills - well, in other words, observation (additional threatening) material. It was only fair to let a teacher know about their abilities right? Not like it was a crime which she'd been doing all the time. No, definitely not.

She is an awesome teacher after all, second best at school after her boyfriend.

She arrived at the school, still grinning alone like a freak as she entered the yard. In the olden days, everything seem to cause such pressure on her - yes, who might believe that the confident Miss Meli had such times! - But now, all the trees, all the different kinds of students and everything else surround her work place were her opportunity. An opportunity she saw in her future - something she believed only she - Miss Meli - is able to do. Now, this school was her proud, though it would sound silly if you take a look on that normal Japanese school in a normal district in Tokyo. Yeah, well. What you call normal there is the right now - looking to the history, it's not really normal, but abnormal. Though that is something you have to find out yourself. Anyway, as Miss Meli entered the school, every good student should already be in their classes. That's why she waited. She knew that not every student in her club might already be at school, so she waited for them to finally announce the trial she'd in mind.

Waited... and failed.

She was just too impatient to wait, even if that meant some couple of seconds. She needed to say it right now. Right now. Or everything will go to waste - whatever that everything may be she is getting at. Well, she just wanted to find an excuse to do it right now, get it? She was a mature woman after all, everything has to be reasonable!

It was 8 o'clock as she grabbed the microphone and clicked the on button. Crackles were heard through the speakers from every class room and gentle wind - then, suddenly, as everyone’s attention were caught by the upcoming announcement, as every classroom decided to shut their mouth to listen to the announcer, Miss Meli shouted. Shouted so loud, that it might cause some of people’s ears still ringing afterwards.

"ANNOUNCEMENT to all members of the theatre club! I - Miss Meli - order you to come to the old building once the clock hits 9 o'clock! I want every one of you to come, or you insist on having me go for the extreme! You hear! You have to come! Oh, and Ryo? You know what? I love you~!"

With that, the announcement ended abruptly and the tingling voice disappeared. However, the grin on Miss Meli’s face did not fade yet.

1st Years (Everyone in the same classroom) -> Homeroom Teacher: Miss Meli
• Mayriss Errans
• Shouji Hiruka
• Rima Trinity
• Kenya Liliah
• Tembelle Yuu P.
• Yuzuki Morita

2nd Years (Everyone in the same classroom) -> Homeroom Teacher: Taitaijou- Sensei
• Cameo Melwoke
• Weston Triva
• Seraph Zephania
• Yamada Taiki
• Qudella Naru
• Kei Himura

All of you do not necessarily know who else is in the theatre club except Yamada Taiki, the Student Council President of course! Only realise after everyone goes to the same destination would be, in my opinion, more of the fun!


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↷ Tembelle Yuu P.

Yuu woke up early that morning, and walked to the little garden in front of her grandfather’s house and started to collect the brown turned leaves, which soon enough formed two small mountains of those who had fallen. It was then when her grandfather lurked behind the slide door of the traditional Japanese house and greeted her with his usual smile. “Good morning, my daughter,”

It happened more often now that he’d mistake her for her deceased mother, but she did not mind. Although that dazzling smile may, or may not meant for her, she was still happy to receive a familiar gesture. Being again, in her kimono, she elegantly bowed. “I also wish you the best morning, grandfather,” Afterwards, it was time for her to prepare breakfast. Her grandfather was not able to care for himself any longer, so she assisted him the best she could. Never had she saw that as a burden – in fact, she loved to be any of use for him – for the one who’d cared for her after being told off by her own father. For her, he was the only one she could go back to – even after he’d completely forget about her.

Punctually, his caretaker came for him, so that she’d enough time to prepare for school. Everything was already there on the table, ready for her to grab, even in a nice order. Something she already arranged last night. Putting on every piece of her school uniform bit by bit, not rushed so it’d fit perfectly, she took her bag and bow out politely as she went for school. Her way there was not long; nevertheless, she took her time. Breathing in the fresh morning air, she’d faintly smile while relishing the morning silence – where the hectic were still far back. This was probably the main reason for her to go into school so early.

8 o’clock
As the bell rang, she’d already been on her seat, waiting for the lesson to begin. Every material needed for the lesson already was on her table – she was prepared for the lesson to start. Although then, even before the teacher could enter the classroom, a crackling sound from the speaker had shut every talking mouth in her class – as suddenly the loud voice attacked her ears, made her quickly press her palms on her ears to protect them from the tingling sound. Even then, the voice was still heard clearly, and she grasped the message. The old school building was a building not far from the new building which is no longer being used. A building that stood empty. Something caused her Goosebumps. She could only wonder about what they’ll do there exactly.

↷ Qudella Naru




“Ugh… please, not moa….” One skilful swing with her hand, the buzzer flew down and crushed into pieces, which finally made that petite seventeen years old girl to awake from her wonderful dreams, which caused some drool hanging out of her mouth. No, she definitely was not a morning person, how hard she might try to wake up early – in the end; she always slept through the night peacefully, through all the seven hours. It was needed to retain her energies which she used all day long after all. Nevertheless, the result for her long slumber is always the same…

“Oh crap, I am late!,” Quickly jumping off the bed after realising the time, she went for the kitchen while still wearing her night clothes (of course, with teddy bears motives on it) and arranged her bento (lunchbox) and grabbed a plain bread as then she finally realised her lacking something: Her uniform! “Ùhh… I can’t swear, I can’t swear, I can’t swear!“, she repeated a couple of time as she ran upstairs, always taking two steps as she stumbled upon her own mess. Then, she couldn’t help but sizzle: “Damnit!” As she took the initiative to use her anger for an energy boost, taking her uniform and hectically put it on.

Then, slipped into her rollers, she closed every door and finally went for school. “Don’t be closed, don’t be closed, don’t be closed,” Like a mantra, she reiterated her hope – which didn’t go to waste. The guard was there, but there was still a space. A space for her to slip through. And she managed it. “I AM IN, AHAHAHAHAHA!,” She shouted like an idiot while posing in a (kinda) cool pose as the security guard chased her into the classroom.

8 o’clock
Still in the hallways, she heard that terrific announcement, and felt nothing but excitement. Not being near any speaker, the voice of Miss Meli speaking was not as loud as it is heard in a classroom. A wide smile is showed on her small round face as she opened the class door loudly and went for her homeroom teacher, Ryosuke Taitaijou Sensei. “Sorry for the late – eh, sorry for being late! And morning! Isn’t it a lovely morning?,” She chirped while not feeling any guilt at all.


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Yamada Taiki

Yamada awoke to the sound of his alarm beeping at 5:00 A.M. Quietly, he slipped on a plain black Tai-Chi uniform and made his way to the the dojo. One good thing about having parents that had more money than they knew what to do with was the fact that he could make requests for buildings like this for Christmas. In fact, his mother was rather pleased when he asked and insisted on remodeling the entire Château. His mother had a knack for using French words, but she was not far off in describing their home thus. Their home was certainly the size of a manor house meant for nobility or gentry in French-speaking regions. Really, it was an amalgram of different styles: English, French, Italian, Russian, American, Korean, Japanese, and Chinese. Personally, Yamada felt their home or Château possessed all style and no substance. He was grateful that his dojo remained simple. Traditionally Japanese, but simple.

After a couple hours of practicing the movements of Tai-Chi, Yamada felt relaxed. His muscles were loosened and his mind was possessed of an inner calm. He made his way to the kitchen, not surprised to find a number of people passed out in various places: on couches or on chairs, at the cocktail bar, and even on the floor. A few, he was certain,had probably made theri way to the guest rooms. For a moment, he missed his father's penthouse in New York City. His father did not socialize nearly as much as his mother and rarely invited more than a few guests over to his home. It was neatly ordered and lacked the passed out form of the occasional middle-aged guest, futilely trying to keep up with the next generation.

That morning, he asked the chef to cook him a simple breakfast of pastries, fruit, and gyokuro tea. He ate slowly, savoring the taste of his meal and thanked the chef before heading for school.

He chose to walk to school that day, as was his habit. It was still early and quiet, but a couple students stopped him and joined him. He said nothing as a bespectacled boy his age joined him along with a girl who, by the looks of it, had dyed her hair a bright blonde. He said nothing. He himself dyed his own hair.

"Good morning, Yamada-kun!" she exclaimed, drowning out the other boy's greeting. Yamada nodded at them.

"Akira-san. Hiro-san," he greeted politely with a polite smile, "How are you today?"

"Like, totally awesome. I got a new idea for a new event. You know, the school doesn't ever celebrate Summer holidays, with Summer vacation and all. I was thinking we push those missed holidays together into a "Summer Remembrance" week," she told him brightly. Hiro frowned at her.

"You just want to turn it in a whole week of nothing but American Independence Day," Hiro told her. Yamada suppressed a sigh. Just as in America, you got people who were obsessed with Japanese culture, you got people in Japan who were obsessed with American culture. The previous summer, when he was visiting his dad, Yamada had invited both of them with them in the hopes of curing Akira of her obsession. It only deepened it.

"I know! Don't you remember the fireworks and the neat costumes and the music! Oh, and the food. And the carnival and ball in Bristol... Oh, and the clowns were hilarious and..."

"We don't have the money in the budget for all that, Akira-chan. Tell her, Yamada-kun," Hiro pleaded. For a moment, he had been distracted. He watched Tembelle Yuu from across the street, distinct in one of her kimonos. Suddenly, he wished he had been walking with her.

"Yamada-kun!" Akira practically shouted, tearing Hiro's eyes from the girl. He sighed.

"Akira-san, Hiro-san is Treasurer for a reason. It's his job to save money," he told her. Before she opened her mouth to complain, however, Hiro continued, "Hiro-san, you know Akira-san will not quit on this. Maybe you can give her something."

"Aww... That's sweet, Yamada-kun..."

The two continued to argue, but Hiro paid no attention to either Akira's exclamations nor her flirtations nor the pained look on Hiro's face when he noticed. Honestly, the two could be quite tiresome. Hiro, not so much, but he was never far away from Akira, who made enough trouble for the both of them. Still, they were at least tolerable.

Yamada sat at his desk reading a book. Hiro and Akira weren't too far away from him when he heard Miss Meli's incessant shouting. He almost rethought his plan, but he didn't. He wanted to know more about Tembelle Yuu and he wasn't going to get to know her better without seeing more of her. He looked up to see another person enter class, Qudella Naru. He shook his head.

"It would seem that you were held up by Meli-sensei, weren't you Qudella-san?" he asked, subtly giving her a way out of a potential detention.