Post by king fire on Mar 9, 2016 12:03:24 GMT -8
WORLD WIDE REGISTRY
THE BASICS
FULL NAME:
Matsumoto Huan Yue
Matsumoto Huan Yue
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE:
February 24 | 15
February 24 | 15
PLACE OF BIRTH | CURRENT CITIZENSHIP:
Japan | Japan
Japan | Japan
FACE CLAIM:
Xia Yu Yao Utau
Xia Yu Yao Utau
UNIT NAME/POSITION:
Blank/Sacrifice
Blank/Sacrifice
UNIT PARTNER:
N/A
N/A
NAME LOCATION:
N/A
N/A
GENDER:
Female
Female
MARITAL STATUS:
single
single
OCCUPATION:
Homeschooled by the Kobayashis
Homeschooled by the Kobayashis
ALIAS:
Played by fire
Played by fire
PERSONALITY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]Huan Yue is a sweet girl who somehow manages to see the best in everyone or in every situation despite the way she's been treated. She's always got something to smile about, but no one ever looks under the surface. She comes across as maybe a little too naive or childishly optimistic for her own good, but inside is hidden a well of sorrow carved out of her heart by her family. She wants to feel useful, so she'll try to help as much as she can - often more than she should. Her energy seems to simply bubble out of her and create a shiny/joyous aura. She throws herself into everything with joy and enthusiasm, and her heart is large, loving, and easily bruised. She's strong and resiliant, though; she's the type to bend but not break, making her able to endure whatever comes her way with her smile intact. She's often easily distracted because she's interested in everything, but when the need arises, she can focus quite intensely. Unfortunately for those around her, she's very excitable and is hard to handle. She's very protective of her brother despite how things turned out and more likely to cheer someone up than bring them down. She's quick to get mad, but turns to ice rather than fire. Surprisingly enough, she's not stubborn. She adores every kind of music she can find to listen to.
HISTORY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]I was born to a Chinese mother and a Japanese father, Cho Mei-Fen and Matsumoto Kunichi by name. I have a little brother, Sheng Li, who's five years my junior. Mei-Fen, may her memory be blessed for eternity, died giving my brother life. My father's wife, Juri, took Sheng Li to raise as her own - changed all the paperwork to show herself as his mother so he would be my father's legitimate heir. I was turned over to a nanny so I would not be underfoot and remind my father of his lost Sacrifice. The family did not approve of any part of my existence. That I was born out of wedlock was shameful, that I was of an impure bloodline and only half Japanese was disgusting; that my father had me raised as a Matsumoto was scandalous.
They called me Cho-chan in mockery, scorning my beloved mother and my father at the same time they denied my small part of their family. And yet, something about me made people happy, so they never left me alone. It never mattered how I felt; that's actually the source of my name. I have been bringing joy since my birth, even as I brought other emotions. I never minded bearing my mother's surname as a nickname, despite the tones they used. What they always forgot was what Cho means. It means different things in different languages, but a simple internet search will show you that it's always a pretty name. It does hurt to know that my own family despises me for something I can't help, that they're teaching my little brother to do the same. He got lucky and looks like our father, but me? There's something other or foreign about me that they can see.
I was privately tutored. No one heard a ring or saw a name at any point during my life, so it was assumed I had nothing to do with the Unit World due to my mother's diluting blood. I was taught just enough to recognize any sign should I develop a Name later. However with this adding to the rest of my shameful existence, it was collectively decided to keep me out of the public eye as much as possible. I wasn't really kept from the public, but my name was never said; when the nanny took me on outings, I was only ever referred to as Cho-chan. Even within the family, it was rare to hear my name.
I got to play with other children during my outings with the nanny, so it's not like I was lonely. As long as I was careful, I was free. That is, until the day a pair of strangers realized what the family had been too blind to see my whole life. I wasn't making people happy naturally. Instead of a Ring that can be heard, mine is felt. They figured it out when their moods suddenly changed just by walking by me while I was playing. If it had not been for the nanny's quick thinking, I might not be where I am today. She got me away from them and scheduled a meeting with my father to tell him the news. I had met him only a few times, so I was scared.
I was not a shame. I was a Blank. I think that's the only time my father ever smiled at me. It was not a nice smile, but at the time, I was just happy to have done something to make him smile at all. He told the nanny to take me back to my room while he made arrangements. My father never spoke to me directly that I can recall. I didn't know what was going to happen, but the nanny was packing some of my things. The next day, I was sent to see my grandfather; it was then he told me I was going to our cousins, the Kobayashis, to train as a Sacrifice. I was eight the last time I saw the main estate. It seemed to take forever to make the journey to the Kobayashi Estate in Kibo, where I have been ever since. I have made friends here, explored the city, and trained; it's been the happiest time in my life. Though, I do try to stay out of my cousins' way; they are all so busy that I hate to be a bother. I know I'm a burden.
I was eleven years old when I lost my father, not that I knew him well. Or at all, really. No one bothered hiding the truth from me, either out of cruelty or kindness - maybe even to make sure I never followed his path. My cousin, the Heir, is the reason I am an orphan, but I don't really blame him. What my father had done was unforgivable, and no one ever sheltered me from that either. In fact, a lot of the family even blame me because my father is no longer around for them to take their wrath out upon. It's been four years, and still it continues. Thankfully, no one wanted to face Takumi's wrath by telling him who my father was - my father is never even mentioned around him at all. They fear what he'd do if such a sore subject was brought up, I think. I'm sure the day will come when the secrets are revealed, but for now it's okay that things are the way they are. Even when they hurt.
I will smile and endure. What else can I do? At least I'll have the kitten Taki-sama and I adopted to help me stay positive! Xing Cho is a blessing.
They called me Cho-chan in mockery, scorning my beloved mother and my father at the same time they denied my small part of their family. And yet, something about me made people happy, so they never left me alone. It never mattered how I felt; that's actually the source of my name. I have been bringing joy since my birth, even as I brought other emotions. I never minded bearing my mother's surname as a nickname, despite the tones they used. What they always forgot was what Cho means. It means different things in different languages, but a simple internet search will show you that it's always a pretty name. It does hurt to know that my own family despises me for something I can't help, that they're teaching my little brother to do the same. He got lucky and looks like our father, but me? There's something other or foreign about me that they can see.
I was privately tutored. No one heard a ring or saw a name at any point during my life, so it was assumed I had nothing to do with the Unit World due to my mother's diluting blood. I was taught just enough to recognize any sign should I develop a Name later. However with this adding to the rest of my shameful existence, it was collectively decided to keep me out of the public eye as much as possible. I wasn't really kept from the public, but my name was never said; when the nanny took me on outings, I was only ever referred to as Cho-chan. Even within the family, it was rare to hear my name.
I got to play with other children during my outings with the nanny, so it's not like I was lonely. As long as I was careful, I was free. That is, until the day a pair of strangers realized what the family had been too blind to see my whole life. I wasn't making people happy naturally. Instead of a Ring that can be heard, mine is felt. They figured it out when their moods suddenly changed just by walking by me while I was playing. If it had not been for the nanny's quick thinking, I might not be where I am today. She got me away from them and scheduled a meeting with my father to tell him the news. I had met him only a few times, so I was scared.
I was not a shame. I was a Blank. I think that's the only time my father ever smiled at me. It was not a nice smile, but at the time, I was just happy to have done something to make him smile at all. He told the nanny to take me back to my room while he made arrangements. My father never spoke to me directly that I can recall. I didn't know what was going to happen, but the nanny was packing some of my things. The next day, I was sent to see my grandfather; it was then he told me I was going to our cousins, the Kobayashis, to train as a Sacrifice. I was eight the last time I saw the main estate. It seemed to take forever to make the journey to the Kobayashi Estate in Kibo, where I have been ever since. I have made friends here, explored the city, and trained; it's been the happiest time in my life. Though, I do try to stay out of my cousins' way; they are all so busy that I hate to be a bother. I know I'm a burden.
I was eleven years old when I lost my father, not that I knew him well. Or at all, really. No one bothered hiding the truth from me, either out of cruelty or kindness - maybe even to make sure I never followed his path. My cousin, the Heir, is the reason I am an orphan, but I don't really blame him. What my father had done was unforgivable, and no one ever sheltered me from that either. In fact, a lot of the family even blame me because my father is no longer around for them to take their wrath out upon. It's been four years, and still it continues. Thankfully, no one wanted to face Takumi's wrath by telling him who my father was - my father is never even mentioned around him at all. They fear what he'd do if such a sore subject was brought up, I think. I'm sure the day will come when the secrets are revealed, but for now it's okay that things are the way they are. Even when they hurt.
I will smile and endure. What else can I do? At least I'll have the kitten Taki-sama and I adopted to help me stay positive! Xing Cho is a blessing.
Likes: Huan Yue likes to dance in the rain, eat chocolate covered fruit, and sew her own outfits. She also adores dressing others up. Fruit of every kind.
Loves: She loves to sing. She plays violin for the people that are important to her as well. Rainstorms. Sweets in general, especially if they have fruit in them.
Dislikes: She dislikes being mistaken for younger than she is. Definitely dislikes the way the family has always treated her.
Loathes: Vanilla flavored anything. Strangers being "overly friendly."
Fears: Being abandoned, losing her voice, and forgetting her loved ones.
Strengths: She has no problem with using her innocent appearance to her advantage, but she prefers to surprise with her mental capabilities.
Weaknesses: She is easily distracted. Her family, especially her brother, can be used as a sucker punch.
Good qualities: She fights to protect others and has some hand-to-hand training. She enjoys bringing a smile to people's faces.
Bad habits: Jumping to conclusions. Laughing at bad times.
Nickname: Cho-chan, but she's just as happy with other nicknames too
Orientation: Unsure
Dreams/Life Goals: She wants to become a famous singer or clothing designer.
Language: English, Japanese, Mandarin, learning Korean and Spanish
Blood Type: O-
Pet: kitten named Xing Cho
Text color: #FF5D9E
Hair: long (approximately to hips) and black with messy uneven bangs, usually worn in two loose braids over either shoulder
Ears and Tail: black cat ears with white tips and a long thin black cat tail with a white tip
Eyes: blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: skinny
Loves: She loves to sing. She plays violin for the people that are important to her as well. Rainstorms. Sweets in general, especially if they have fruit in them.
Dislikes: She dislikes being mistaken for younger than she is. Definitely dislikes the way the family has always treated her.
Loathes: Vanilla flavored anything. Strangers being "overly friendly."
Fears: Being abandoned, losing her voice, and forgetting her loved ones.
Strengths: She has no problem with using her innocent appearance to her advantage, but she prefers to surprise with her mental capabilities.
Weaknesses: She is easily distracted. Her family, especially her brother, can be used as a sucker punch.
Good qualities: She fights to protect others and has some hand-to-hand training. She enjoys bringing a smile to people's faces.
Bad habits: Jumping to conclusions. Laughing at bad times.
Nickname: Cho-chan, but she's just as happy with other nicknames too
Orientation: Unsure
Dreams/Life Goals: She wants to become a famous singer or clothing designer.
Language: English, Japanese, Mandarin, learning Korean and Spanish
Blood Type: O-
Pet: kitten named Xing Cho
Text color: #FF5D9E
Hair: long (approximately to hips) and black with messy uneven bangs, usually worn in two loose braids over either shoulder
Ears and Tail: black cat ears with white tips and a long thin black cat tail with a white tip
Eyes: blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: skinny
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