HIMEKA NAGASAKI--TRANSCENDENCE

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #30307E; color: #8C8CB8] Name: Himeka Nagasaki. Nickname: Hime-Sama(Princess). Sex: Female. Birthdate: February 9th. Age:: Nineteen. Nationality: Japan. True Name: Transcendence. True Name Location: The back of her neck. Type: Sacrifice. Affiliaton: Unaffiliated. Height: 5'7". Weight: 124lbs. Hair: Colored in shades of ivory, like snowfall across pale skin. The length is long, draping to brush against her thighs. It is full and wavy, sometimes pulled into a gentle bun or left free. Eyes: Her eyes are a gentle shade of rosewood, wide and innocent in appearance. Like her personality, her eyes reflect her kind and gentle nature towards everything. Outfit: Raised in a traditional Japanese home, Himeka has a great adoration for the old clothes of Japan. Most times she is seen wearing furisodes, kimonos which are colored in beautiful patterns. She may also choose to wear susohikis, which are commonly worn by Geisha. Ears: Yes. Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #30307E; color: #8C8CB8] Personality: Himeka has a very bright and cheerful personality. She chooses to look at the more positive aspects of life, rather than dwelling on the negativites than life can bring. Despite living an extremely sheltered life style, she does not resent her mother in any way for being so controlling. She has a very kind heart, and often goes out of her way to aid those in need. She is very intelligent, born and raised to be so. She is a very open person, completely accepting to new ideas and lifestyles. She never judges others for their choices in who they love or how they choose to live. Because she is so kind, she trusts easily, which is often taken advantage of. She is naive due to her sheltered life, and a bit closed-off to really getting out of her box. While she is open to new adventures, she has a great fear of truly exploring life, as she has yet to live it. She can be somewhat short tempered when it comes to things she adores, such as having to share her mother's attention, which she frequently becomes irritated over. Because she was born and raised to be a "proper young woman" she does not have very good street smarts. It is unlikely she would be capable of surviving on her own on the streets. She relies heavily on the maids and her mother to aid her in daily life. Because of past events, she is somewhat hateful towards men. History: Birth a gentle soul, a tiny baby whose eyes shimmered red in the sunlight. She was born to a rather prestigious family, one who--despite her wishes--would use her to their full advantage. As she grew, she knew little of her father. All that had even been said was simply that he was a powerful man who ran several of Japans larger companies. As such, Himeka was raised solely by her mother. She became very dependent on her mother and the maids, unable to do much without them. Because of her co-dependence, Himeka never leaves the house unattended. She was taught proper etiquette, taught to carry herself proudly, taught to be the perfect wife. She was never taught how to be her own person. Her childhood was spent with vigorous lessons and training. Her father visited the house on a very rare occasion, and for as long as she can remember, he had always been rather cold. She had approached her mother about the topic many times, and had always been met with a sad expression and no response. Her mother was kind, even-tempered, raised just as Himeka had been. And though she had never voiced it, she had no will to marry off her daughter to some man who would treat her the same way. Upon coming of age, her family had Himeka meet with several men who would possibly be the ones she would be married to. Each had only a single thought in mind: the expansion of their companies. Because each was equally as wealthy and large, Himeka was to be the one who would decide in the end. But each was like her father, cold, seeing her as merely a means to gain new wealth. It was a life she did not want, but had no choice in the matter. Upon making her decision, Himeka met once more with a man who seemed the most interested in both his company and in her. However, she soon realized that her choice had been a bad one. They had one more meeting before the wedding, and despite her pleas, he had decided that then and there they would rid her of her innocence. Her ears. In a panic, she screamed, tears coating the floor like rainfall. And then the man dropped to the ground. Her mother stood above him, a small instrument wrapped in her hands. She had struck a blow to his head, leaving him unconscious. Taking her daughters hands between her own, she shared in the tears as both wept with little knowledge of what to do. Caressing her daughter's cheek, she handed her a bag and pushed her towards the back entrance. "You must flee this place." Her mother spoke in hushed whispers. The maids around them watched for any others who may have heard the commotion. Like her mother, they adored the sweet child, and wanted her to live a more fulfilled life. Taking the bag, which held a vast amount of money and some clothing, Himeka fled. It is unknown of where she ran. RP Sample: Chill, like ice running down her spine. Pale skin flushed crimson, breath coming in gasps. She ran, ran as fast as her legs could manage. Eyes of vibrant blood hue peered into the darkness, hoping and praying that she would not be discovered. Upon her should was the bag her mother had given her, filled with a few necessities needed in order to survive. Her feet, wrapped in nothing but her socks, padded against the cold ground and stung. Tears were apparent, blurring her vision. Where could she run, where could she go? She knew no one outside of her home, and wanting nothing more than to continuing living her comfortable lifestyle with her sweet mother. But she knew, she knew what they would do once that man woke. They would destroy her entire family. Himeka tripped, sock torn wide as blood spilled from the heel of her foot. With a gentle whimper, she clutched it in her hands and rocked herself. She was cold, lost, fearful, and completely alone now. She had money, she could find a place to stay temporarily, but she knew that if she were close to her home, they would find her. And so she stood, blood leaving a tiny pool at her feet, and drew the money from her bag. Taking a piece of her under kimono, she tore it and bound her bleeding skin. Despite the sharp pain, she ran as fast as she could manage. She passed many people, all of which ignored her and went about their daily lives. It was night, late night, and those out were darker hearts than she was. Approaching one of the corals, she found a man who claimed to own the horses. Offering him some of the money, she asked to purchase a horse so that she may travel far. Despite it being a fairly small amount, he accepted. Though she had never ridden before, Himeka found herself determined to not waste her mother's efforts. She rode off into the darkness. Before long, she was at the edge of her tiny island, and managed to acquire a ferry off to the larger cities. Merely two days later, she found herself surrounded by masses of buildings and odd technology. With a fearful heart but a determined will, she sought out a temporary residence. It was not long before she would realize that things were very different from the home she had fled. In a world so different, would she manage to get by..?

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[/li][li]Faceclaim: [b]OKAMI[/b] - [i]Amaterasu[/i] - HIMEKA NAGASAKI
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Awww, she's so cute! Well, hope she finds someone nice to help her with those emotional scars of hers. c: