Aya Tamura

[Aya Tamura]

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One more full-length record before I go

Personal ★ Information,

[/b][/color] Aya Tamura
★ AGE: 17
★ GENDER: Female
★ SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Straight (probably. who can tell?)
★ HEIGHT: Just under five feet. And that's with shoes.
★ WEIGHT: 100 lbs, if that.
★ JOB: “Between jobs”
★ RACE: Human
★ FACTION: Chevalerie of the Hallowed Nocturne
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Your ★ Beauty,

Appearance,

[/color] The thing most people notice first about Aya is...that they didn't notice she was there in the first place, and has she really been there the whole time? Aya's fairly short, even for a Japanese high school student. Which is what she is. Errr...was. We'll get to that. Unless she's in an elementary school, she's almost guaranteed to be the shortest in the room.

And then, once people notice her, there's the inevitable “how did I miss that?" Aya likes colors. Lots of colors. Colors that shouldn't necessarily be allowed to associate with one another. Her wardrobe could best be simulated by having Harajuku throw up on an American mall. While these days much of her clothes are bought in and around Saint Calais, her style has only changed marginally since her Harajuku days. She's kept her too-tall shoes (bringing her to almost normal-people height), her too-strange clothing (including the shirts that say things like “I want to hang to the World like a rainbow” and “Holiday, I rest floating the clover”), and her bleached hair. The latter, however, is in a perpetual state of “needs some upkeep” – her roots are rarely under an inch long, leaving a pool of black in the middle of the otherwise-platinum-blonde hair.

Under the makeup and bright colors and blinding hair, however, Aya's just a regular Japanese teenager: brown eyes, slender build, lacking in the height department. [/ul]

LIKES +

[/color] food
★ music – anything loud
★ snacks
★ fashion (especiallly color-splosion subgenre fashion)
★ eating
★playing dress-up pretending to be someone else (cops, doctors, etc...)
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DISLIKES -

[/color] empty pantries
★ not having money
★ school
★ closed restaurants
★ people who run schools
★ monotonous jobs
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POSITIVE TRAITS +

[/color] interesting
★ “creative” solutions to problems
★ unpredictable
★ energetic
★ friendly
★ determination to finish a job (if it's “important enough”)
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NEGATIVE TRAITS -

[/color] hard to take seriously
★ spacey / easily distracted
★ likely to stop paying attetnion
★ sometimes too energetic
★ frequent lunch breaks
★ often short on money
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OVERALL PERSONALITY

[/color] Aya likes having fun above everything else. Well, everything except food. It's unverified if Aya eats so much because she's always hungry or of it's purely recreational snacking that's gone horribly, horribly wrong. What we do know, though, is that she eats about three times more than she could reasonably be expected to. This causes frequent detours to cafes and has led to at least one restraining order from very small restaurants that can't afford the inventory to keep stocked after she's had lunch. But beyond the trail of culinary destruction left in her wake, Aya's not that unusual for a teenage girl. She's almost relentlessly cheerful, figuring that, if life is going to happen, she might as well enjoy it. To her, anything and everything could be an adventure waiting to happen; even a trip to the store can be exciting, she figures, as long as there's an opportunity for something amazing to happen. And there's always an opportunity, even if nothing ever happens.

Having grown up in the midst of the Harajuku music subculture, Aya's become one of those people who can't live without loud music; it's not uncommon for people to walk in on her while she's in the middle of dancing around with her headphones on. One thing she's not so fond of, though, is school. After her less-than-pleasant experience with education (see below), Aya's become the kind of teenager that parents hope their kids don't turn out to be. While she's never had any serious drug addictions or anything that dramatic, Aya's impractical, unable to hold down a steady job, and has no life plan. Not that this bothers her; as long as she still has music and enough money for lunch, she's more than content to coast through life and keep looking for adventures. [/ul]

Background ★ Info,

History,

[/color] Depending on your viewpoint, Aya either lives the ideal teenage life or is walking on thin ice, with nothing good in her future. Her life started out normal enough: a mother, a father, a younger brother, a small house in a Tokyo suburb. Throughout elementary school and middle school, Aya was an average student; her grades were consistently passing, if not amazing. English was the only subject she seemed to take to; perhaps she was interested because of the “English” she always heard in her music, perhaps she just had a knack for languages that she'd never cared about enough to take farther. Whatever the reason, she managed to speak English reasonably well and put a fair amount of effort into everything else. This wasn't necessarily because she wanted to do well, however; her father had a very traditional viewpoint on education for his children, and any fun that might have been had while skipping out on classes would not be worth the consequences that a failing grade would bring. Which isn't to say that Aya spent all her free time studying to make her father happy; instead, the threat of consequences taught her to perfect sneaking out of the house.

Then, somehow, despite her grades and general educational mediocrity, Aya managed to get into a study-abroad exchange program with a high school in a little town in New York. New York! Big cities and cool music and excitement and...a little town in the middle of nowhere. But! At least it was a new place and new opportunities and...a principal with a serious attitude problem. Even with no school uniforms, no oppressive parents, and a whole new place to explore, Aya's school days in America were more frustrating than those in Japan. Perhaps it's fortunate, then, that they didn't last too long. It was only three or four months after she got off the plane that, following a “disagreement” with the school's principal (in which some very unkind words were said by both parties), Aya found herself kicked out of school. Her family, however, doesn't know this; to tell her father that she was out of school would almost certainly lead to Aya's being disowned by her family. As easy as it had been to cover up an evening's shopping trip with stories of a late-night study session, this lie doesn't sit well with Aya; she's just relieved that she's in her “last year of school” and won't have to make up classes to be struggling with anymore. For the time being, however, Aya jumps from part-time job to part-time job, making a little money (before ultimately being out of work again for one reason or another) and using her “tuition money” to rent a small studio apartment.

As frustrating as her life might be to anyone else, Aya loves it: she gets to spend her days the way she wants to, she has a place of her own, she's free from the tyranny of school, and she can spend all day with her music up as loud as she wants, since her neighbors on either side have day jobs and aren't home to complain.

★Circumstances of Transformation/Discovery: (n/a)
★Circumstances of Faction Initiation: Yet to happen, but: she overheard two people talking in a cafe (why do people always think that cafes are good meeting spots to discuss secret missions, anyway?) and decided to follow the one that had said he would “report back.” After following him around while he finished his errands (did anyone really need that many pairs of socks?) she was led to a conspicuously inconspicuous meeting spot. She wrote down the address so she could go back and talk to them after dinner; after all, if she could get the kind of job that involved secret meetings, chances were she'd be interested enough in her work to actually keep that job for more than a month and a half. She just hoped they didn't need to see her work history...
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The ★ Puppeteer,

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★ WHAT SHOULD WE CALL YOU? Nami? Aya? Hey you over there? Whatever you want, at this point.
★ HOW TO CONTACT YOU? Try msn. Then email. Then break my door down
★ HOW DID YOU FIND US? Invite a million years ago
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FACE CLAIM

[color=e10e3f]★[/color] [b]Saitou, Kazuhiro (Bou)[/b], [s] Aya Tamura[/s]

The ★ Copyright,

Rosen Nocturne Kai & Kiare.♥

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[Marily]

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