Here we go, my CSes finally. If anything needs changed ping me and I'll fix it tomorrow afternoon when I get back to my computer. [hider=Aimi Hayashi] [b]Name:[/b] Hayashi Aimi [b]Age:[/b] 12 [b]Birthday:[/b] September 1st [b]Year level:[/b] 7th [b]Sexuality:[/b] Asexual [b]Club (if any):[/b] Music club, book club, and band [b]Disabilities (if any):[/b] Hyperesthesia caused by nerve damage. Aimi is overly sensitive to any stimulus, but especially touch and taste/smell. Almost any touch on her skin is painful for her, and she’s found that she has a hard time eating any food with a stronger taste or scent than rice. Sound and light are less serious of problems for her, though fluorescent lights give her migraines (she wears tinted glasses for this reason) and she often has to wear earplugs or earmuffs during band rehearsals. [b]Job/occupation (if any):[/b] N/A [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/19/74/5c/19745c022f8dfcf6c43e63e44e1fe082.jpg[/img] Aimi is a very short girl, about 135 centimeters tall (but she insists she’s still growing.) She’s somewhat underweight, as would be expected from her rice-and-tea diet. Her black hair is quite long and is usually braided and pulled into a bun: the one thing she hates worse than the pain of brushing her hair is the agonizing tickling of it on her back when she leaves it loose. Her skin is pale, not entirely even-hued due to the skin grafts she needed. Her normal style of clothing is loose, seamless pants and shirts in cotton or other soft fabrics, usually dark, muted shades of purple, blue, and gray. There are never any tags on her clothing and seams and embellishments have to be kept to a minimum. She wears sunglasses all the time and can often be seen sporting a pair of noise-cancelling headphones (or holding her hands over her ears). [b]Personality:[/b] Aimi is a very quiet, subdued individual, at least at the outside. She prefers to observe from afar, rather than be involved in, social interactions: it’s easier to withdraw when you’re not actively taking part. In her heart she desperately wants to interact with people again, but given the events of her childhood she’s more likely to run away from someone than to talk to them. Aimi tries very hard at schoolwork, maintaining an A average even though she’s a year ahead of her age group peers; she absolutely loves books and is well on her way to reading the whole library before she graduates. She loves books because they’re not noisy. Ironically enough she loves music, despite her hatred of noisy things and social interactions—both of which the school band is infamous for. Music, well, when it’s played right, is one of the few loud sounds that she can tolerate. [b]Backstory:[/b] Aimi was the youngest of three daughters. Akira was five when she was born and Ayako was twelve. She had a relatively normal early childhood… until the car accident on her first day of kindergarten. Akira had been elected class president and was jabbering about it, entirely distracting Ayako, who was driving. It was a freak accident. Their car slammed into a broken-down gasoline tanker that was stopped on the side of the highway. The impact killed Ayako, who wasn’t wearing a seat belt, instantly; the girls in the back fared only slightly better. When the car stopped rolling, Aimi was pinned under a crumpled piece of sheet metal. Akira freed herself from her seatbelt and tried to free Aimi. That was when she noticed the crackling sound and the heat. Of course, the collision with the gasoline truck had started a fire. Frantically, Akira tried to free her little sister, but she couldn’t, before the heat and her own sense of self-preservation made her struggle her way out of the shattered window. Ten minutes later, the paramedics arrived, and ten minutes after that, they had freed Aimi. They expected the girl, covered in second- and third-degree burns, to not survive the night. But she hung on, and after an emergency surgery and critical care, stabilized and started to recover. She spent almost a year in the hospital. With nothing to fill the time but spending it with her heartbroken sister and her equally shattered parents, she turned to studying, begging Akira to read to her until she herself learned how to read. Despite missing a year of being in class, she came out a whole year ahead of where she’d started. But something was wrong. The formerly talkative, bubbly girl was nearly mute; she would always shut her eyes and plug her ears whenever anyone tried to talk to her, and would often cringe whenever people touched her. They ran some scans on her and found that the fire had all but destroyed her peripheral nervous system. There was no cure that they could think of: desensitization therapy caused too much anxiety and Aimi panicked whenever they gave her numbing medicine in an effort to stop the discomfort. The doctors, and her parents, finally decided to let her go back to public school. She was enrolled in year 2, rather than kindergarten or year 1, given that she had learned how to read and write while she was in the hospital. Everything seemed fine, until one day almost four years later when the school counselor called home, very concerned about Aimi. She’d finally cracked and gone to the counselor crying, telling everything. The other students had been, for the last four years, incessantly teasing and taunting her, poking her, pinching her, tickling her. Not seeming to understand how sensitive her skin was and how those things had actually caused her pain, how she wasn’t just acting. They’d pressured her into not telling for a long time, telling her that it was all “just playing”, but finally she couldn’t tolerate it any longer and told the principal and the counselor, right before the end of her sixth year. Her parents had already been planning to send both Aimi and Akira to Yamaku, once Aimi was old enough. This helped them make up their minds, and away both girls went.[/hider] [hider=Akira Hayashi] [b]Name:[/b]Hayashi Akira [b]Age:[/b] 17 [b]Birthday:[/b] March 14th [b]Year level:[/b]10th [b]Sexuality:[/b] Bisexual. [b]Club (if any):[/b] N/A. [b]Disabilities (if any):[/b] Conversion disorder that manifests itself as loss of feeling in her limbs; scarring all over her body. Depression/anxiety as well. [b]Job/occupation (if any):[/b] N/A [b]Appearance:[/b] [img]http://img.lapseshot.com/images/data.whicdn.com/images/56830673/tumblr_mkcw54QOmp1s5ur2ho1_500_large.jpg[/img] Akira is short like the rest of her family (though not nearly as short as Aimi), standing about 156 cm. She’s of normal weight. Her skin is pale, her hair dark, and her eyes bright green. Her most noticeable feature is the very old, faded scars that run mostly on her shoulders and back, and the new scars on her forearms and thighs. Her wardrobe usually consists of long sleeved, flowy blouses and loose pants in shades of gray ((okay, bad phrasing, Aria)) to accommodate her sister’s sensitivity to bright colors. [b]Personality:[/b] Akira has let herself grow very much cold and distant. The only person she’s ever warm to is Aimi, and her mother and father to some degree, but not really. Her heart isn’t in her schoolwork. Mostly she just wants to be able to feel things again, either emotionally or physically. She keeps a C average, as is to be expected from such a lack of enthusiasm. Really, she’s just unenthusiastic about everything, but tries to put on a brave, happy face for Aimi’s sake. She’s ashamed of herself, in her heart. She is furious with herself for fleeing the accident, furious with herself for not standing up for Aimi and pretty much watching her little sister being tortured for four years. [b]Backstory:[/b] See Aimi’s backstory. As Aimi was recovering in the hospital, they kept Akira there too. The whole time, she couldn’t understand how all this had happened to her. How she’d gone from class president and having a happy family to not having a big sister and probably not having a little sister by morning, if what the doctors said was true. Two months later, they judged Akira healthy enough to go back to school. She found a very different class than the one she remembered so fondly from just two months before. They’d replaced the class president; everyone treated her like a stranger, mocking her for the scars on her shoulders and neck and back, the scars she’d gotten when she pulled herself out of the broken car window in her desperation to flee the flames, mocking her for her clumsy flailing movements that happened because she had no perception of her muscles moving. She hated it. She withdrew into herself, not talking to anyone. She watched Aimi being bullied every day, but she couldn’t do anything about it, because she was too afraid. Her mother and father noticed how grief-stricken she was, noticed the cuts she had gotten in the habit of making on herself, and wanted to help their daughter however they could. They offered to enroll her in Yamaku for her seventh year, but she refused until this year, when Aimi was finally old enough to attend with her. She had lost a sister before, and didn’t intend to lose the other. [b]Notes:[/b] Is quite clumsy in her movements because she can’t feel her limbs. She can still move them, just not feel them. [/hider]