N A M E:
Aya Kagamine
A G E:
22
A P P E A R A N C E:
A skyscraper of a Japanese woman, Aya stands at around 5'9. Her hair is soft and thick, and her eyes are quite thin and sharp. There's also a small beauty spot at the bottom of her lip. Funnily enough, her eyebrows are quite thin, something her friends usually tease her for.
H E I G H T:
5'9
W E I G H T:
132 lbs
L I K E S:
Reading
Racoons
Spicy food
Scaring away flocks of pigeons (when there's no one around, of course.)
Writing
Taking walks in the park
Playing with her trusty guitar/keyboard
Chewing
pencils gum
D I S L I K E S:
Beaches (or more specifically, sand)
Sweet food
Heavy rain
Aeroplanes (Lord she's terrified of 'em)
The deep end of the swimming pool (or the fucking sea)
Getting lost in the middle of nowhere
Lettuce (there's a story behind that)
Writing that's way too small to read
P A R T Y T R I C K:
Aya can play the guitar and the piano very well. Also, force her into a karaoke night and she'll destroy any singer who dares to cross her path.
O C C U P A T I O N:
Aya is a barista at Mochavine Café & Bar. Once every other week she'll even perform there with her trusty guitar, playing simple tunes to liven up the café and earn herself some extra cash.
P E R S O N A L I T Y:
Although her job requires her to be as sociable and well-mannered as possible, Aya is a generally aloof person in other social situations. She appears to be the calm and level-headed type, but she is, in reality, a firework waiting to be set off. Stubborn and having a no-nonsense and blunt attitude, Aya doesn't really attract much positive attention. She has a very sarcastic sense of humour and usually comes off as unapproachable and intimidating, even if she's really doing her best not to. And of course she knows that getting mad at the slightest things or the stupidest of peoples isn't always wise. Sometimes, it just sort of... happens.
But past events haven't just shaped her into the woman she appears to be today. Aya's had her not-so-good moments, and right now she seems to be in the midst of a very big one. She's confused, she's stressed, and the only way she's able to handle it is to bottle everything up and end up acting like an ass to everybody. She doesn't necessarily want to act like this towards her friends and other people, but sometimes, just like her short temper, it just sort of happens.
Aya may be a bit difficult to understand and talk to, but she's just looking for people she can rely on and people she can be happy with. It's going to be hard to get her out of that awkward, angry shell of hers, but even Aya is seeking to change that for the better.
B I O:
Ever since not so little Aya was born, her single mother had always been struggling to keep their lives together. From their apartment to their bookstore that was barely standing on its feet financially, the first few years of Aya's time walking on Earth was a hard time for her mother. However, not wanting her child to be affected by such things, a smile would cover her stress, and laughter would conceal her sadness. Aya was still young then, so she never really noticed.
Then, in her first year of high school, her mother fell ill after overworking herself. It would take about a month or so for her to fully recover, but that month would be the time where Aya realised what her mother had been going through the second she was born. It was painful to discover such things at a time of bleakness and distress. It was the first time when Aya had felt like such a great burden, and she wanted to do anything that would stop her from being one.
Aya had a deep passion for writing short stories, and an even deeper passion for creating her own music ever since childhood, but the realisation that those music lessons and idly daydreaming about new story ideas was taking a toll on her mother's health, their money, and her own school grades was boiling an inner conflict within her. All that time she could have spent doing something productive like getting a part time job or putting more effort into studying more academic subjects, wasted. At that time, it seemed that Aya had been chasing her dreams of becoming a writer or a musician without considering the negative consequences at all. Would it be enough to fill Aya's pockets when she desperately needed it? Going for a much more 'praised' job would have been, well, better, right?
Then, the time finally came for the two to part ways. Aya would have to make her own breakthrough into the real world, leaving her mother behind with extra space in the house and more money to spend and leaving herself filled with worry concern. Weekly phone calls would become a thing once Aya had moved in elsewhere, and the only thing the woman hoped for was that her mother would pick up every single time she called.
