Post by Kurosawa Masami on Apr 18, 2008 15:59:32 GMT -5
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Personal Information
Name: Masami Kurosawa
Gender: Female
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: June 10
Year and Class: 2A
Zodiac Sign: Gemini
Personality and Appearance
Personality: Very few people in the world know exactly what it is they want. Even less are motivated enough that they will stop at nothing until they have achieved whatever it is they so fervently desire. Or perhaps it isn’t simply a matter of motivation; perhaps it’s a psychological mosaic of courage, desperation, self-deception and a materialistic, shallow undertone that no one seems particularly fond of admitting to having stroked. There is an embarrassment that greed often leaves in its wake, troubling even to those of supposedly admirable morals. Seldom does anyone step up and accept their indulgence for what it is. Considered wholly by society as one of many carnal sins, over-eager consumption is looked down upon so severely that there is a fear of social exile. Someone like Masami Kurosawa therefore comes as an unpleasant surprise to the rest of these misguided fools, and offers no apologies for whatever painful truth she may bring recognition to.
Masami may not be the kindest, nor most generous person but she is unquestionably loyal to those who have earned her trust. In their company she is as harmless as a newborn kitten and speaks with as much respect as she would a Professor or parent. Her only confidants in a world of traitors, she is careful to keep them close and would make great sacrifices to ensure their happiness. And like any young woman, you can expect her to be much more at ease amongst them than, say, a group of complete strangers. Fun-loving and with an insatiable longing to be in the spotlight, Masami knows how to have a good time and frequented late-night parties as well as other less-than-legal ‘functions’ at some underground pubs in the city during the summer. Because the atmosphere is so sombre at home, Masami looks to make the most of the many months she spends on her own and at work, having wracked up quite a reputation over the course of her years in attendance. Despite her parents’ ineptness when it comes to expressing themselves through anything but frowns and narrowed eyebrows, it seems their only daughter picked up on the art of persuasion and socializing quickly. Able to mingle easily amongst even a large group of people, it isn’t difficult for her to adopt a feigned look of pleasant surprise at a moment’s whim. This has proven very useful, specifically at her mother’s garden parties or her father’s business luncheons when there are valuable impressions to be made and future connections to be gained.
What may come as the greatest surprise to most people about Masami is the fact that, though she is somewhat promiscuous, she does not make it a habit to sleep with just anyone who offers it freely. In fact she holds herself and her reputation in high-esteem and would never see it tarnished by such a vulgar means. Of course as a fairly attractive girl with ample curves and a brilliant smile it’s no wonder she’s taught herself to use her body to get places, but only by employing a more tactful, respectable approach than most other girls can claim.
Contrary to her picture perfect behaviour in the effort to please her parents, Masami can also be as terrible as the word ‘cold-hearted’ paints her sort to be. Devious and easily jealous, it wouldn’t be considered a stretch for her to seek revenge on anyone who has crossed her. Wrathful and possessive, this could apply to anything that she believes ‘belongs’ to her in any way. Though she would never go so far as to actually harming anyone – she prefers to allow others to get their hands dirty, so to speak – Masami is normally the brains behind these vengeful operations. Something of a perfectionist, she will remain on the sidelines until everything has been carried out in exact detail. One mistake and prepare for a lengthily scolding. One thing Masami can’t stand is failure, whether by herself or someone else, being showed up by anyone is one of her largest pet peeves, faithful in her proficiency at seeing things through to the very end with favourable results. It is acknowledged even by herself that she is a sore loser and though she may curse and scream for a good while, Masami refuses to pout or sulk about it. Whining raises the hairs on the back of her neck. Such childish behaviour is beyond her and able to cause the girl to snap from the sheer frustration of having to listen to it.
Determined and aggressive, you won’t see her backing down very often. Every bit as aloof on the outside, you’ll also find yourself hardpressed to be the audience of her softer, sensitive side unless you’ve been taken into her circle of comrades. Though it isn’t easily noticeable she has a good heart that has just been broken and patched up too many times to function properly. A fallen angel who doesn’t count on her lucky stars anymore, Masami Kurosawa is sure to leave a lasting impression.
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Appearance: There are very few things in such a broken world that one might deem ‘beautiful’. In fact, there seems to exist nothing of the sort amongst the rubble and ruin that lay haphazardly in all directions. Waste – all of it – for miles it lays in all of its deformity, and so if there had been anything sublime to speak of; it was tarnished by the ugliness of the war-torn city. Masami, the name that ironically bears the recognition of ‘fair of face’ personifies instead the intense darkness of the home that has since collapsed around her. It was as though she were purposely sculpted to reflect the disaster and bleakness that now wholly consumed a place that had been so full of vivid colour and resilient spirit. One notable difference that separates these similarities however, is the fact that – for all of her gravity, there is no bleakness to speak of. In fact, the most appropriate way to describe her striking countenance would be to say that she bears quite a great deal of volume. A horrific refinement so utterly arresting that simply looking upon her is a beautiful agony.
With a heritage as rich as the Kurosawa’s, it came as a surprise – albeit not an unpleasant one – that Masami had inherited none of the stereotypical features associated with any aspect of either of her ethnicities. Instead she conveys something of a roman-esque profile, limbs abnormally long and thin; comparable to delicate bone-china liable to shatter into a hundred pieces upon the gentlest of persuasions. Her height, although it adds an air of superiority and regality, has lessened the evidence of feminine curves and steep dips commonly related to young girls her age. Unfortunately this also includes the coveted supple breasts that stand as a prevalent and sought after feature, standing as something of a landmark of womanhood. Despite her boyish figure however, it would be quiet a feat to deny that she has an enviable grace about her. Rhythmical in the way she moves and elegant in every sense of the word, Masami carries herself in a fashion reminiscent of a queen amongst her humble subjects. Subtle gestures such as the lift of her chin and the perfected frown upon her lips are expressed artistically to demonstrate as much, expressed almost artistically across the haunted pallor of her sharp, dramatic features.
Perhaps her most startling feature, the colour of Masami’s eyes stand as a metallic inky blue-green so dark it appears black at a distance, echoing the hue of the center of brittle sapphires dug from the deepest crevices the moist underground. Fringed in long, almost ornamental lashes which break like a wave across her cheek, and startling against the ashen colour of her skin, they carry the weight of her emotions within their mysterious depths. Many people have remarked that her slender nose and rosebud lips resemble that of a porcelain doll’s, eerily flawless in their placement and never giving anything away; such small details are all excruciatingly symmetrical so that staring at her for too long may cause one to wonder whether she’s alive or simply a life-size statue of alabaster and ivory. Sunken, shadowed contours, exquisite bone structure, high sweeping cheekbones and a pointed jaw do well to reflect the aristocracy coursing through her veins, rarely painted or made up in anything more than lotion and a dab of perfume.
It should also be noted, there is no uncanny resemblance to her parents, much to their dismay, save for the swirl of glossy golden curls which spill unbound over her small, sloping shoulders. It was the same blackness of her mother and grandmother’s hair before her, groomed with great care and left long and always loose, it stands as the only source of femininity about her person, occasionally dressed up in ribbons and ceramic combs.
Lastly, as it isn’t quite so relevant as some might assume it to be; Masami’s attire is very simply put, tidy. The cloth is as expensive as one Pureblooded family would dare to invest in and custom-made to suit her awkward figure, or lack of one. Corduroy, suede, silk, stiff jackets and ties compile the extent of her wardrobe, and perhaps is somewhat more masculine than one would expect from a young lady her age. Pearls are her gemstone of choice before diamonds and she adamantly refuses heels save for special occasions.
Overall, roguish, intense, dark and mysterious are all attributes that would fittingly describe this peculiarity of the Kurosawa lineage. Yet for all of her outward flaws there is a commanding aura that surrounds her, beckoning for one to venture closer and take a better look. Not all is what it seems after all, and though her features are much too hard and foreboding to be compared to the softness of her siblings’, there is no doubt that she possesses an eloquent left forgotten and underappreciated.
History
History: Everyone is born pure of heart and of good intentions into a world that thrives on corruption and greed. Many consider this unfair, that something so beautiful be tarnished without even having provoked such a distasteful fate. Futures may be predicted at that point, some blatantly obvious from the start. However things don’t necessarily always go according to plan but whether or not this has anything to do with a higher power is a dismissible. Over time there have been great stories of those who accomplish great things. There have been tales passed along from generation to generation about great people who do terrible things. They’ve left a land-mark; an imprint within society that is either admired or frowned upon, living on through distant memories. What remains to be acknowledged is the fact that despite these significant deeds, adventure, drama, acceptance and unique experiences are overrated. Civilization as a whole has watched with bated breath for years the defamation and distress glamour and fame brings to the youth of the modern world, the supposed beacons of light for the future, stepping stones to something they haven’t yet seen, something fresh and new and above all, promising. So many reach out and hold these possibilities with fervour, so focused on what could be that they remain blind to the plain and often painful truth. No one has a set plan in mind, there isn’t some fairytale ending written up waiting to be executed. It’s all irrelevant in the end. Succumbing to the hands of chance and circumstance it seems all optimism is lost with only the shells of those once vibrant few littering the crevices of what they called paradise, one or two still harbouring their dreams and desires, stuck on the ‘what ifs?’ and finding no salvation.
If there was anyone born to remedy this however it would have been Masami Kurosawa – the most unlikely candidate for restoring warmth and vivacity – if not to the grey streets and lifeless skies – than to whomever would take the time to listen.
It would only have been appropriate for the young, flighty girl to have been born to a pair of dreamers. Of course those that know the Kurosawa’s personally would never have even considered that either of them should be classified as such. To be painfully honest with the risk of sounding cliché, they were made for one another. They were the type to believe in the concept of soul mates, of making the most of one’s life and living it to the fullest, that there is no such thing as coincidence. In short they fought against all of the ideals society at that time had fallen into. The dreariness of it was mind-numbing and so it should have only been expected that someone would have eventually broken the mould. Then again, things never follow through as smoothly as anyone might anticipate. That is why there really is no solid explanation as to their chance meeting. Haru Kurosawa had just finished an interview with one of the biggest financial branches in Tokyo. Young, handsome and ambitious he had a slight and quite understandable spring in his step, turning into one of the golden-plated elevators and tapping the first floor button with a smile. Suddenly a woman’s voice echoed about the halls, requesting that they halt the doors. Everyone else crammed into the small space rolled their eyes and sighed but Haru extended his arm and grasped the young girl’s hand firmly in his own, effectively pulling her into the empty place alongside him just as the heavy panel slid shut. She thanked him with a sheepish grin which he found exceedingly charming and then a few moments of small talk before they reached their destination, sparing parting glances before being swept up in the hustle and bustle of the lobby.
It was the last he thought he’d ever see of her and attempted to put her out of his mind. However it proved more difficult than it should have and he found her sparkling eyes and long, brown hair materializing before his eyes every time he stepped through those doors everyday the following week. It was exactly eleven days later, the evenings had arrived that would change his life forever. It was lunch and though he could have opted for one of the vending machine’s surprises he felt that it simply wouldn’t suffice and so grabbed his overcoat and made his way downstairs and outside. A fountain bubbled despite the rain and he watched it curiously, not noticing a woman sitting there without any means of shelter from the silvery curtains of it. Under any other normal circumstance he would have simply left her to her own devices, but something about that gleaming, red hair persuaded him otherwise. As if by an invisible rope he was drawn towards her turned back, gaze fixated upon her, examining every curve exemplified by the tight fit of her suit and her long, slender neck.
Upon reaching her and before he could say anything she’d turned around and stared him straight in the eyes, remaining like that for several minutes as the rain pounded the pavement relentlessly. They said nothing, but they both felt the wordless understanding that had passed between them in the elevator that day. It was positively electric and nothing he had ever experienced before, the air had left his lungs and he felt even the simple act of breathing had become an alien function. When he realized what was going on he felt an indescribable sensation; the feel of her soft lips against his own helped him to plant his feet firmly on the ground. There was something so enchanting about it and yet there were no words eloquent enough to adequately spell it out. When he regained his trademark cool, calm composure, he gripped her shoulders gently and pulled her to him, promising that they would have the chance to relive this impossibly blissful moment for the rest of their lives. When they married three months later, Haru had secured a well-paying job at the bank where they’d initially met and Akemi had revealed the secret that would have either finalized or destroyed their union for good. Of course it was a shock to the system, something he’d had to get used to, but over time he convinced himself that it didn’t change a thing, nor his devotion to her. Her father’s connections ensured that their life would be a comfortable one and with this added reassurance they conceived their first child. She was a rambunctious little thing with quite an attitude, but they were immensely proud. Having previously agreed that they would send her to a private school for the best education possible, they moved off to Bunkyô, referred to one of the most privy establishments - Ouran -that were situated there that would suit their daughter’s temperamental needs. It might have been a tad early, but they found the premature preparations appropriate, especially considering they were expecting a second child at any time and would not need the added stress.. When the first daughter was born her mother knew Masami was something special. With lively grey-blue eyes and a tuft of dark red hair, she was as gorgeous as they came. The two girls eventually attended school together with Masami one year ahead of her sister. For a long while they did not get on very well, though the eldest of the two tried desperately to reach out to Hana – never giving up until the other finally admitted that their siblingship could be something powerful. One turning point in their relationship occurred when Hana received her letter to Ouran. Masami was so proud, as were her parents but when she was gone for the year; it seemed this only gave Akemi more time to bond with the quieter of her two children.
It wasn’t long after both siblings had spent approximately a year each in Ouran did the Kurosawa’s decide to move back to their original home in another district. For one it would have been much less of a hassle getting the children to the school and secondly because Haru had been offered a promotion which required that he return to the city if he wanted to remain with his family for longer than a few days at a time. With the money and means to do it, they found it the best option and uprooted Masami from the home she’d grown accustomed to, replacing it with something more fast-paced and exciting. The people here were far less friendly and she’d noticed that her parents had become less and less attentive since they’d returned. Since her father’s hours had increased ten-fold, he rarely spent time out of his office and her mother busied herself with preparing dinner parties for his privileged clients as well as her own. It was during this rough patch that she came to depend for the first time upon her sister, and Hana did not let her down. At least not to begin with. They provided one another with the needed emotional support but as Hana grew continuously more wild, Masami found herself standing in her sister’s shadow, the reverse of what it had always been. She didn’t know where to turn when her parent’s fought or what to do when a long period of loneliness had ensued. The former vibrancy in her mother’s eyes had faded and no longer did they derive joy from one another’s presence as they used to. There was only duty and expectations and standards. They all adapted over time of course, as people do when they are forced into such a disagreeable situation and Masami has attempted with all her might to continue to be the prime example of what a child of hope should be. She wanted to give her parents something to look forward to when they retired, to admire when they had a moment and for her sister to consider as a healthier option to her superfluous ways.
Family: Haru, Akemi and Hana Kurosawa
Friends: N/A
Enemies: N/A
