Post by Mizaki Ketsuki Akagawa on Apr 28, 2011 17:55:44 GMT -5
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Mizaki Ketsuki Akagawa
[/color][/i]Mizaki Ketsuki Akagawa
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" I'm thick skin,
tough as a push pin.
Don't be dancin' 'round my feelings,
bitch, i'm a vixen."[/center]
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~ my cbox name is : Mizaki
~ how did you find us?: An affiliate
~i also play: no others yet
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~ my name is : Mizaki Ketsuki Akagawa
~ call me : Zak, Zakkie, Ketsi, Blood, Miza
~ i am : fourty-two, though appears nineteen
~ born on : December thirty-first, nineteen-sixty-nine
~ my twin : Exo-Chika
~ gender : female
~ i like : boys
~ species : vampire
~ type : wild
~ animal form : n/a
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~ about me :
In a way, Mizaki is somewhat childish. She likes to “play” with her food. It amuses her, really. Being a vampire has in no way altered her personality from what it once was. That's what she focuses on, her own amusement. She dresses for her own amusement, wears false vampire teeth for her own amusement, wears “cute” black outfits for her own amusement, sometimes can be found carrying around stuffed animals for her own amusement, she just likes to laugh. If you can make her laugh, it's the best way to get her attention and hold it, because if she's not amused, she seems to have the attention span of 30 seconds at the most. She doesn't really pay attention when people are talking unless she actually likes the person, in that case, she will pay full attention to what she's being told.
However, Mizaki can easily stop acting childish and start acting the age she appears to be quite easily. Especially at the sight of a boy she deems as hot. When that happens, Zak can be a bit of a flirt and not care if the male has a significant other of any kind. Because she has never been turned down yet, she's quite confident in herself. She has a habit of luring males away like this, then having her fun as long as she can before she can no longer resist the temptation and take a bite. However, Mizaki is well-versed in the fact that she must always kill her prey. She thinks, if they lived after she finished with them, it would be an insult unto herself and her abilities, so she never lets it happen.
Because Mizaki still to this day idolizes her mother and her memories of her, Mizaki tries her best to act like the woman, never going down without a fight, standing up for what she believes in, it's even why Mizaki's hair is so long. Though, Mizaki is rather happy with her eye-color now, because as strange as it was, Mizaki's mother's eyes were a soft cherry red(her mother was albino, though only in skin and eye color), which separated her from her siblings and the rest of her family. Even now knowing about animal blood, Mizaki refuses to cross over, knowing full-well that it will change her pretty red eyes to that obnoxious gold.
Mizaki will never let a male get away with thinking that they are better than her. It too is something she picked up from her mother. When one does, Mizaki feels the need to get serious and beat them at their own game. Showing them just who's good. She does not feel this competitive edge about females, it's strangely only for males. Mizaki can't really explain why she must do this, but it too, is just another habit she picked up from her mother.
There is a protective side to this tiny blonde. Those smaller than her that she cares for, Mizaki feels the need to protect and viciously harm all who even consider hurting them. She refuses to ever make a child her prey because of it. She gets mad at whoever tries to protect her, because she believes she can take care of herself rather efficiently and is not afraid to scream her rage at whoever ticked her off.
Mizaki sadly believes those she trusts a little too easily. No matter how obvious it's a lie, Mizaki will somehow still take the lie as a truth if it came from someone near and dear to her. She won't listen to, let alone pay much attention to anyone else, but when word comes from her near and dear ones, Mizaki will blindly believe it, no matter how ridiculous it may be.
~ my family :
- Akagwa Miyuki (mother, unknown)
- Sabre, Colby (father, even more unknown)
- Akagawa Mayumi (aunt, unknown)
- a long list of aunts, uncles and cousins Mizaki can't be bothered to recall (unknown)
- i'd like Zak to fill one of the open cannon spots of the Kuroshio clan if that's possible?
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~ i love : 3+ likes
[/li][li][/color]Laughing/being amused
[/li][li][/color]The color black
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~ i hate : 3+ dislikes
[/li][li][/color]That she sparkles
[/li][li][/color]Weak women
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~ history :
Mizaki was conceived during the Vietnam war, her father had been an American solider who's troop was stationed in japan, awaiting orders. Mizaki was no drunken accident, not by a long-shot. Her father had went wandering on his first day in the country when he ran into her mother and in the short amount of time they had together, they had become very close, and on the last day her father spent in the country before his troop was sent off... well... those actions caused Mizaki nine months later.
The fact that Mizaki had her father's hair color was what made her mother decide to name her daughter in the European way, with a first, middle and last name. As per request of her mother's twin, her mother had given her a first name to match her own as well as her own last name, not knowing the last name of her father. However, her mother had deliberately picked Mizaki's middle name, knowing full well what the name meant. Blood. Because Mizaki's mother was a rather... different girl, one of a kind and unlike most. Her mother was dark of mind with a violent, rebellious personality to match. However, her mother loved her with all her heart, and as Mizaki grew, she idolized her mother, wanting to be exactly like her.
Life was no easy thing for her mother, however. Her grandparents were ashamed of the fact that Mizaki had been born. They had always been hardest on Mizaki's mother than any of their other children, as Mizaki learned as she grew. It was because Mizaki's mother was the first to be born female in their line. The eldest Akagawa child always had a male first, and so it continued, and had been for centuries. Mizaki's mother had been the break in that chain. Because of it, Mizaki's grandfather seemed torn between yelling two different mind-sets at her mother: “if your going to behave like a boy, you might as well act and fight like one”, and “your a girl, aren't you? Start acting like one!” Her grandfather had trained her mother and her uncles in martial arts and to fight using weapons, and when Zak started to walk, because her mother decided she never wanted her daughter to be attacked and die simply because she couldn't defend herself, she learned as well.
Her mother had such long hair and because of it, Mizaki grew hers out just as long. Her mother constantly wore black, so that, too, was a habit Mizaki picked up. Her mother was a part of the Yakuza, the Japanese mafia, so when Mizaki became old enough, she joined too.
Mizaki liked the mob, she really did. She was just as good as any male in it and even better than some of them. Because they noted her skill, as well as the fact that her mother was one of their more valued members, they didn't look down on Mizaki for being a bastard child. She was equal here and loved it. However, like it had twisted her mother, it twisted Mizaki as well.
Blood amused her. To make it spill out in pools out of a person, to cut into them and watch the little lines of red, it amused her. The texture, the color, the smell, it all made Mizaki grin. In what felt like no time at all, Mizaki was the one torturing people for the Yakuza. And she had the most creative ways too. Who would suspect such a small female was capable of such violence? Her torture methods became more and more creative as time went on, however, when she was nineteen, the person brought to her was no human.
Mizaki had been confused when none of her “toys” could penetrate the man's skin. She was getting angry as the man mocked her for her inability to harm him. She used a sledge-hammer and hit him across the face with it, swinging it to put enough power into it to smash a brick wall, and that's when the man got mad at her.
He somehow easily broke free of his bonds and snatched hold of her, teeth sinking into her flesh, however, she wasn't gagged, so she screamed as loud as she could, calling forth those who waited outside the room as a precaution incase someone ever managed to knock out Mizaki and make a break for it. The man dropped Mizaki on the floor and made his escape, however, Mizaki was still on the floor, screaming. That's when her mother stepped in and took Mizaki to a friend of hers, a strange woman who lived high in the mountains of japan. Mizaki's mother knew the strange woman as “The Wise Woman” and questioned the woman of what had happened to her daughter, who had grown silent and still. However, The Wise Woman supplied her mother with no answers and simply told her to be on her way, that her daughter was in good hands now and would be fine, but she would never see her child again. Despite being so very off-put by what she was told, her mother shoved down her rebellious nature and did as The Wise Woman said.
Entirely unaware of what she was, let alone the woman who now took care of her, this Wise Woman taught Mizaki everything she had to know about her new found self. Though Mizaki never actually saw the strange woman, she was left notes somehow, always telling her what she needed to do, explaining things, commenting on her actions, so on and so forth. However, one day, The notes just... stopped showing up.
Confused, Mizaki ventured out and started wandering. Attempting to find someone, anyone she knew. She was getting lonely after all. When she ran into the Kuroshio clan however, she saw it as another place she would be accepted, around others like herself. She joined of course, and never looked back. Though to this day, she still wonders of her mother's well-being and whom her father was.
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~ role play sample :
You know what? Fuck parents.
To explain this line of thinking, Miyuki was in an overly rebellious mood. That, and thankfully Akuma was out in some other part of japan for the week doing something Miyuki didn't care enough to remember. And because he was gone for a while, it gave her lovely twin the chance Mayumi always needed to take the Poison away from Miyuki. Without it in her system, she had a habit of absolutely refusing to listen to or obey the orders of anyone trying to tell her something or tell her to do something. It made her more prone to snapping at almost everyone and anyone, and much more prone to violence.
Where did her parents come in on that end? Well, aside from the fact that her mother had practically forced Akuma on her, it was all her father, Akagawa-fucking-Takashi's fault that his eldest child, Miyuki herself, was hooked onto the fucking drug.
Because that little fucker was the one who went and made it, like the ass-clown he is.
To say Miyuki was naturally the most rebellious of the Akagawa children would be putting it mildly. It was just... something about her personality. Her grandmother, Akagawa Yuzuku, liked to (jokingly) claim was all her own fault. But then, of all the adults in the family, Obaa-san was by far one of her favourites.
Anyway, back to the situation at hand.
So, how had the rebellious teen ended up getting a daily (and sometimes, multiple times a day) dosage of Japan's most popular drug? Well, that was easy.
She had gotten mad.
So, by birth, Miyuki was technically the eldest of the Akagawa children (or at least, of her parents kids), however, her adopted nii-san, Kamui, was missing. This of course, meant Miyuki had to give her otou-san an earful about it and threaten to destroy the machinery used to make the stupid drug. She hadn't been kidding.
And her otou just couldn't have that.
She couldn't remember who had been the first one to inject the shit into her, but after that first time it all went downhill.
Tch, and to think Miyuki actually thought Akuma wasn't so bad for a while there.
But, you see, Akuma wasn't around this week to personally make sure the Poison was injected and her otou was much too busy to make sure himself, which was why Miyuki was currently back to her rebellious self. Thank god for twin sisters that care almost too much.
That was why Miyuki was stomping off to the park. To blow off some steam and unleash her wrath on anything along the way. As long as she wasn't in the house, there was nobody around who would give her another dose of the Poison. She was addicted enough to not fight when she saw the stuff was out, but not enough just yet to inject it herself.
No, her hatred of needles was her weapon to fight off the addiction getting worse. How long her inner struggle would last was highly unknown, but she wasn't giving up just yet. Quitting just wasn't her style.
So, stomping off to the park in her steel-plated combat boots, her ragged to the point where it could be called tattered black leather skirt that showed off her legs, the corset that happened to show off a fair bit of stomach, and her favourite choker. Heavy on the eyeliner and highly influenced by her time in america. Of course, her okaa would have had a heart-attack and demand she change her clothes if she had seen her. But she didn't. And that was the point.
And besides, if any problems came up, she was armed.
And for a tiny girl, Miyuki most definitely kicked a lot of ass and had a surprising amount of highly creative kills. Some days, the need to viciously slaughter someone could get worse than her craving for the drug. Yeah, it was that bad.
However, all thoughts of anger and brutally slaughtering people were thrown out the window as soon as Miyuki saw the park ahead of her.
FUCK YES! IT WAS STILL FUCKING STANDING!
The grin the engulfed her face made the tiny 16 year old look so much younger than she really was. With only the briefest pause in her walking (or rather, stomping) she burst into a run, the back of her skirt flying along behind her as she whooped in joy, dashing off to the rusted, crusted swing-set. The wicked grin still in place, Miyuki plopped down onto one of the swings, smirking wildly when she didn't fall through, considering she half expected herself to. But then, the rust couldn't have been all that bad, and then there was the fact that Miyuki was such a light-weight, her sitting on a swing couldn't have been all that bad.
Another grin as Miyuki turned her head skywards, to examine the bar holding her suspended in the air. Yeah, it didn't look all that bad. Staring at it a good few moments, Miyuki mentally calculated the odds of it breaking while she was on it. All factors anyalized, and there was an almost 50% chance it would bust, but almost as much of a chance that it could support her just fine. Hmm... Even odds... Never did help with decision-making...
Still unsure, Miyuki turned her cherry-red, soft red eyes to the ground, where she was on the tips of her toes to keep herself fully in the swing. Yes, some of the other swings were lower, but that didn't matter. Because this was Miyuki's swing. Her favourite one that she had dubbed her own when she was a child and had always claimed whenever she came to the park, even if it meant she had to shove some other little kid off it and let her bodyguards deal with the kid's parents. Yeah... that probably sounded somewhat spoiled, but hey, when your a little kid, you gotta work with what you got.
Starting to push herself back and forth on the swing, just enough that her toes were still touching the ground, enough to get the swingset to constantly creak with the back and forth, enough that Miyuki wasn't so sure if it would support her weight or not. Too focused on her entire and complete unsureness of the swingset to be wary of her surroundings, and entirely missed a certain someone she hadn't seen in months seeking up on her.
She had actually gained enough confidence on the rusted swing to let her feet leave the ground, not yet swinging very high, but building up the momentum for it all the same. She had only felt the jerk of the swing being pulled back moments before she felt an all too familiar weight on her head, noticed the familiarly thin and lanky arm of the person holding her and heard the all-too-familiar voice that was attached to the weight and the arm.
"KAMUI-NII!"
And then, being that she missed him, she decided she didn't care how unlike herself it would seem. She hopped off the swing and glomped him all in one motion.
Expectations could go fuck themselves too, for all she cared. She had her brother back.
Their siblings were going to be so happy...
The happy wouldn't last.
The happy never lasted.
All you could possibly do,
Is hold on to it while you got it.
Words: 1297
Outfit: You remember Princess Ai's first outfit in the manga? The one that's all tattered? Yeah, pretty much that with different shoes xD
Notes: WOOT! I honestly didn't think she'd shut up xD
Muse: E-P-I-C!
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