"H-huh? C-can't w-we do a-a thesis on the e-economy instead?"
Name:Misaki Aokigahara
"M-my name is Misaki. Aokigahara Misaki. I-I hope we can get along."
Age:17
"I started school a bit early, so--"
Gender:Female
"U-umm..."
Role:Girl - 1
"M-maybe it's because--m-my surname's A?"
Theme Song (Optional):Soba ni Iru Yo - ELISA
Personality:Misaki is a nice, timid but rather pessimistic person. She gets anxious and worried over the slightest things, much to the annoyance of other people around her. She gets scared easily and can be a total crybaby sometimes. She doesn’t talk much, offering only her opinions when asked. On the other hand, she can also be logical and rational when it comes to making decisions; she just doesn’t voice it out often.
Her timidness stems from the stress of being unable to tell anyone what she sees or hears (Or rather, what she THINKS she sees or hears) in order to maintain the fact that she is also a normal person. She feels that she might collapse completely if people start seeing her differently.
Appearance:Misaki is a medium-built girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She wears two parallel hairclips on one side. On cold places, she wears a red scarf. She is around 5'4' in height.
Face Claim: Ayano Tateyama from Kagerou Project/Mekaku City Actors/Maternity Spiral (according to Hibiya)
History:When Misaki was young, she would usually point at things while crying, saying things like some sort of monster was there. Her parents of course, brushed it off as a child’s imagination, even when they see her talking to someone or something on the dark corners of their house.
She kind of carried that trait until middle school, causing her to be made the laughing stock of the class and earned her the worry of her parents. They took her to several psychiatrists (or was it psychologists?) for treatment. Because of this treatment, she began to believe that she wasn’t normal. And with that, she began to clam up. She no longer points things out to people; she just kept it all to herself.
One certain incident in the past made her more paranoid and jumpy. It was a bit past midnight and she was asleep in her own room. She woke up to some weird noises coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was knocking on the door. She got up and debated whether she would investigate or not. Curiosity got the better of her and so she headed downstairs, armed with a vase. Through the light of the moon, she saw the Spirit Dancer in her living room, dancing with what looked to be a woman. It looked weird though. The woman looked lifeless; as if she was just a doll in his cold arms. She stared at him for a moment as he danced, unaware of her presence. Once more, the knock sounded again, surprising her, dropping the vase. It didn’t break but the sound was loud enough to catch the spectre’s attention. He looked at her as he placed a finger on his lips, implying her to be quiet. The change in position allowed her to see the features of the girl. She was blonde and fair; her curly hair looking like shades of leaves under the light of the moon. After that weird gesture, the spectral dancer just took his leave, bringing the girl with him.
While all of that was taking place, the knocks were intensifying until it sounded more like the person was banging the door, desperate to get in. Snapping out of her daze, she grabbed the vase again and peered outside the window. To her surprise, there was no one outside the door! But she could hear knocking! She checked the back door and even went to look at the windows on the second floor but no one was really there. Unable to comprehend the situation, she went back to the living room, where the knocking was louder now. Panic was rising in her throat as she felt herself going dizzy due to the constant knocking until she could no longer maintain her posture, falling down on the floor. As her head hit the wooden planks, it was when she finally realized: The knocks weren’t coming from the door, it was coming from beneath the floor. She passed out then and there.
The next morning, which was a Saturday, she woke up as her parents were shaking her. They asked her what happened but she didn’t tell. She did feel that the floor beneath her was kind of hollow when she would knock on it so she asked her parents about it. They peeled off the planks around the floor after calling the police.
Buried beneath the floor was an urn containing someone’s ashes with an old photo album. Misaki opened the pages and saw the picture of a woman. The woman looked exactly like the woman the Spirit Dancer was dancing with last night. And aside from her hair, she saw that the woman looked like Misaki. And with that, Misaki fainted on the spot.
What drew you into investigating the mystery?:As a requirement before they graduated, they have to make a thesis on any topic that they want. They were assigned into groups and she ended up with the ones investigating the Spirit Dancer. Based only on what her group presented, she wasn’t able to determine that the Spirit Dancer was the same person she saw inside her house a few years ago.
RP Sample:Misaki slowly opened her eyes. The normal facade of her room greeted her blurry vision as she tried to help herself up. She tried, at least. The room was quite hot and humid, a result of her turned off air-condition and the hot winds during that time of the month. She felt her forehead with the back of her hand. "Hot..." She thought, as she set her hand back down on her chest, opening her buttoned blouse a little.
She reached for her phone on the bedside table, raising it up to reveal at least twelve messages from her groupmates. She skimmed through them in order, her fingers tapping away on the keypad. "Hey Misaki! See you at Wcdo ***! Don't be late!", "Misaki, where are you? It's rare for you to be late.", "Sorry, I heard from your mom that you have a fever. Get some rest okay?". She read all of the messages before closing her phone. She looked at the digital alarm clock she kept by the bedside. It was a bit past their scheduled meeting time. She opened the phone again. "I can make it...please wait for me."
She got a reply giving her the green light, so she tried lifting up her weary body off the bed and by force of will, managed to get up. She hurled her body to the shower to freshen up. The cold water felt good on her burning skin. She then proceeded to dress up, taking her scarf along just in case. Her things were already packed the day before so she didn't worry much. Finally, she departed from the house, getting a cab to reach their meet-up. Inside the cab, she lightly grasped her chest. "I feel like...something bad is gonna happen..."
Hobbies:
- Reading books. "Love them!"
- Taking casual strolls. "J-just not in a street devoid of people."
- Listening to music.
Likes:
- Chocolate.
- Books.
- Nice people.
Dislikes:
- Horror. "N-no..."
- Extreme amusement park rides. "Can't we do something else?
- Scary and abandoned places. "I think I'll faint if I go in alone..."
- Witchcraft and curses. "W-why would you want to hurt someone?"
- Spicy food. "No thanks."
Trivia:
- She has a tendency to stutter when speaking.
- If given the choice, she would have preferred doing a thesis on economics rather than any creepy urban legend.
- She likes cats; completely unaware of the fact that cats are a usual image that accompanies witchcraft.
- The only reason why she had to go with their topic was because she was absent on the group discussion. She was only added to the group later on.
- She actually has a brother. He isn't mentioned much since they didn't grow up together; her brother left their house in the countryside to try to make it in the big city. The rest of their family also moved to a city albeit, a different one. Contrary to her, her brother is the brave, no-nonsense type.
- Ironically, her last name is the same as a notorious suicide forest.
- None? Able to think logically and rationally.
- Cautious. Too cautious.
- Timid and introverted.
- Physically weak.
- Prone to fainting when she gets scared.