Post by Dark Kitsune on Feb 19, 2012 22:01:56 GMT -5
Name: Luna Amane
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: UTAU
Apperance:
Underneath an orange tank top she wears a green, sleevless turtleneck shirt and a fuchsia(-like color) mini-skirt with black biker shorts underneath it. She is fairly fair-skinned (-facepalm-) and wears headphones with bunny ears attatched to them. She has wavy, blonde hair that extends to her waist and sky blue eyes.
Personality:
Luna is a fairly quiet person most of the time, however, she can be quite talkative. She tends to sleep a lot, most likely in a nice, quiet, cozy area but she has learned to make-do with whatever situation she's in. When the moon is visible, she likes to sing while watching it, often causing conflicts with the neighbors (not saying she's bad at singing, just saying it's really hard to sleep when someone is singing at sometime past 8:00). With a reputation like that, she's a bit of an odd-one-out, but it doesn't bother her in the slightest, though she does wish for more friends to talk to. She has an affinity for cute and fluffy things, animal or not.
Luna also is terrible at sports, and hates competition. This is mostly because she doesn't really try to win. She hates rain at night because it makes it harder to see the moon, and is afraid of the thunder and lightining that flashes outside her window in a thunderstorm, and all around really just hates any kind of weather condition (such as snow, rain, and hail). She also really hates when anybody asks her about her weight, 3 sizes, and why she sings during a full moon, and most of the time responds with "That's private information, idiot!". Mooncakes and rice are her favorite foodsand she'll love you forever if you give her some.
Rp sample:
Luna awoke to the sound of her alarm clock ringing. She did what she always did: shove it off the small dresser it was on. She heard the satisfying CLINK! of the clock hitting the ground as she rolled over in her bed.
"Saturday," the words were so sweet. A day where she could sleep in for an hour or two. She also could stay around in her pajamas because she wasn't going anywhere, and she didn't need to look good for somebody. But, this time around, she felt hungry. And not mooncake-hungry, more like breakfast-hungry, which were two different things in her book. She could usually have a mooncake or two for breakfast, some sort of sandwich for lunch, and some rice and stuff for dinner. And tonight was supposed to be a full moon, too. She could watch the moon for as long as she wanted because she still had Sunday to recover from staying up so late.
And those pesky neighbors. They would yell at her to shut up and stop. That's why Luna had high hopes to one day live somewhere in a rural community, where nobody gave a damn about that stuff because most of the time, they lived too far away to hear you. But then again, it was nice here. Nobody bothered you A LOT, unless you did something weird or stupid, which for Luna, was the usual. And the people and life were so nice and easy. But anyways, breakfast was Luna's current priority. She walked slowly down the stairs, hearing the moan of the stairs each time she stepped on one. Finally she reached the kitchen. She went straight to the cabinent, hoping there would be something that required little or no pre-heating or preperation so she could eat it. She reached far into the back and grabbed a tub of oatmeal. Good enough; this kind heated up fast.
She went straight to preparing it. -Kits has no idea how to prepare oatmeal, so small intermission-. As she began dumping some oatmeal into the bowl, some got stuck near the bottom. Luna began pounding the bottom, and the gooey oatmeal fell into the bowl...well, most of it. Some of the stuff fell on her arm.
"AH! THAT'S HOT!" she quickly used the spoon she had used earlier to stir the oatmeal to scrape it from her arm and into the bowl. She immediatly set down the items she had used to make the oatmeal, and ran to the sink to run some cold water on where the oatmeal had got her. Cursing softly, she spread the water over the oatmeal's latest victim.
Code: regurgitated lemon tuna tarts
I got a majority of this from UTAU wiki, so kudos to them. c:
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Rank: UTAU
Apperance:
Underneath an orange tank top she wears a green, sleevless turtleneck shirt and a fuchsia(-like color) mini-skirt with black biker shorts underneath it. She is fairly fair-skinned (-facepalm-) and wears headphones with bunny ears attatched to them. She has wavy, blonde hair that extends to her waist and sky blue eyes.
Personality:
Luna is a fairly quiet person most of the time, however, she can be quite talkative. She tends to sleep a lot, most likely in a nice, quiet, cozy area but she has learned to make-do with whatever situation she's in. When the moon is visible, she likes to sing while watching it, often causing conflicts with the neighbors (not saying she's bad at singing, just saying it's really hard to sleep when someone is singing at sometime past 8:00). With a reputation like that, she's a bit of an odd-one-out, but it doesn't bother her in the slightest, though she does wish for more friends to talk to. She has an affinity for cute and fluffy things, animal or not.
Luna also is terrible at sports, and hates competition. This is mostly because she doesn't really try to win. She hates rain at night because it makes it harder to see the moon, and is afraid of the thunder and lightining that flashes outside her window in a thunderstorm, and all around really just hates any kind of weather condition (such as snow, rain, and hail). She also really hates when anybody asks her about her weight, 3 sizes, and why she sings during a full moon, and most of the time responds with "That's private information, idiot!". Mooncakes and rice are her favorite foods
Rp sample:
Luna awoke to the sound of her alarm clock ringing. She did what she always did: shove it off the small dresser it was on. She heard the satisfying CLINK! of the clock hitting the ground as she rolled over in her bed.
"Saturday," the words were so sweet. A day where she could sleep in for an hour or two. She also could stay around in her pajamas because she wasn't going anywhere, and she didn't need to look good for somebody. But, this time around, she felt hungry. And not mooncake-hungry, more like breakfast-hungry, which were two different things in her book. She could usually have a mooncake or two for breakfast, some sort of sandwich for lunch, and some rice and stuff for dinner. And tonight was supposed to be a full moon, too. She could watch the moon for as long as she wanted because she still had Sunday to recover from staying up so late.
And those pesky neighbors. They would yell at her to shut up and stop. That's why Luna had high hopes to one day live somewhere in a rural community, where nobody gave a damn about that stuff because most of the time, they lived too far away to hear you. But then again, it was nice here. Nobody bothered you A LOT, unless you did something weird or stupid, which for Luna, was the usual. And the people and life were so nice and easy. But anyways, breakfast was Luna's current priority. She walked slowly down the stairs, hearing the moan of the stairs each time she stepped on one. Finally she reached the kitchen. She went straight to the cabinent, hoping there would be something that required little or no pre-heating or preperation so she could eat it. She reached far into the back and grabbed a tub of oatmeal. Good enough; this kind heated up fast.
She went straight to preparing it. -Kits has no idea how to prepare oatmeal, so small intermission-. As she began dumping some oatmeal into the bowl, some got stuck near the bottom. Luna began pounding the bottom, and the gooey oatmeal fell into the bowl...well, most of it. Some of the stuff fell on her arm.
"AH! THAT'S HOT!" she quickly used the spoon she had used earlier to stir the oatmeal to scrape it from her arm and into the bowl. She immediatly set down the items she had used to make the oatmeal, and ran to the sink to run some cold water on where the oatmeal had got her. Cursing softly, she spread the water over the oatmeal's latest victim.
Code: regurgitated lemon tuna tarts
I got a majority of this from UTAU wiki, so kudos to them. c:
