Birdboy
Name: Amaya Kuroi
Age: 17
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Amaya's a little strange, to put it politely. Bluntly, this chick absolutely, undoubtedly, and indisputably has some screws loose somewhere. She'll say completely macabre things in normal conversation as if it's perfectly natural (i.e. "I thought about checking if his heart was still beating the old-fashioned way, but I'm no good at stitching people shut") and always seems to be talking about this or that most certainly made-up ghost or monster when she isn't talking about real ones. Add it to celebrating at least a dozen holidays she just as obviously made up, and it would probably be most appropriate and accurate to say that she acts as though she lives in her own world of fiction; one where the social norms, mythologies, and traditions are all her own.
But even though she's probably living in a different reality from the rest of us, Amaya's still a good kid. Actually, it's probably because she's most likely living in her own reality instead of the actual one. Judging from some of the things she's said and done to wrongdoers before, Amaya's mental world is one where there aren't things like emnity, inequality, or grief. Painfully optimistic, unfailingly kind, and obviously not on the same page as anybody else, Amaya takes her life one day at a time.
Oh, and she doesn't like crows. She got fed up with them last year since they somehow never show up when she's trying to find one to sacrifice on Passing-On Day, which seems to be on December 20th.
Skills:
- Tells excellent ghost stories.
- Pretty good painter, as long as you don't mind the canvas being coated in nightmare fuel every time.
- Can make any sandwich that doesn't require grilling/toasting/etc. in less than thirty seconds.
- Great at locating and sacrificing a wide variety of animals. Crows still give her trouble, though.
Hobbies:
- Telling ghost stories
- Painting nightmare fuel (not that she can paint anything else)
- Pulling relatively harmless pranks, mainly at night.
- Preparing for any of her weird and oftentimes macabre holidays that don't actually exist
- Asking for help capturing crows
Club(s): Painting Club (formerly in the Sewing Club until she asked for advice on stitching people shut, which resulted in them kicking her out.)
Background: Amaya was always a little eccentric, but she used to be pretty normal for the most part. Loved to paint, loved to tell stories, and so on. Really loved the family's pet cat, too. Big fat black cat named Ichiro after Amaya's uncle, who was a sumo wrestler. Back then, her paintings were seldom off-putting in the least, and her stories rarely - if ever - involved ghosts, ghouls, or similar beasts of the underworld. So what exactly caused Amaya to become so out-there as she is today? Well, there's no need for a psychological degree to know that.
Amaya wasn't exactly popular in school. She was a good kid, but she trusted others too easily and got taken advantage of many times because of it. Her best friend was the fat cat Ichiro. Who died when Amaya was nine. Shortly following the cat, his namesake sumo wrestler; Amaya's uncle. For a short while, she was absolutely and completely crushed. Until she was told by her father - noted for being delusional and not all right in the head - that her cat and uncle were leaving her, yes, but they were moving on to a better place where they would be happier. By no coincidence, it was also around this time when it was discovered that she inherited her father's...instability, shall we say.
She became obsessed with that fact. A person dying meant they moved on to a happier, better place. Her unfailing kindness and optimism were the only things that stopped her from going down the serial killer and/or suicidal route here. Rather, she became obsessed with death itself, not because it was the end, but because it was a new beginning. Why did people cry when their friends and families died if they were going to better places? Beginning with "Death is a happy thing we need to celebrate", Amaya's psyche became more and more detached from anything resembling the norms of society over the years. She wasn't dangerous in the least, but...well, she was certainly her father's daughter. By age twelve, her paintings and stories became what the ordinary would call nightmarish. By fourteen, she was beginning to kill animals periodically under the pretense of "I'm sending them to a happier life." By high school, it seemed that Amaya wasn't even living in this world, but her own. One where death and those who passed on were to be celebrated and cheered for; where there were holidays that don't even exist demanding animal sacrifice; where ghosts and ghouls that were purely Amaya's imagination were very much real and were to be respected and feared.
And now, two years later, Amaya has returned for her third and final year of high school. No doubt she's no more normal than last year, or the one before that.
Age: 17
Race: Human
Appearance:
Personality: Amaya's a little strange, to put it politely. Bluntly, this chick absolutely, undoubtedly, and indisputably has some screws loose somewhere. She'll say completely macabre things in normal conversation as if it's perfectly natural (i.e. "I thought about checking if his heart was still beating the old-fashioned way, but I'm no good at stitching people shut") and always seems to be talking about this or that most certainly made-up ghost or monster when she isn't talking about real ones. Add it to celebrating at least a dozen holidays she just as obviously made up, and it would probably be most appropriate and accurate to say that she acts as though she lives in her own world of fiction; one where the social norms, mythologies, and traditions are all her own.
But even though she's probably living in a different reality from the rest of us, Amaya's still a good kid. Actually, it's probably because she's most likely living in her own reality instead of the actual one. Judging from some of the things she's said and done to wrongdoers before, Amaya's mental world is one where there aren't things like emnity, inequality, or grief. Painfully optimistic, unfailingly kind, and obviously not on the same page as anybody else, Amaya takes her life one day at a time.
Oh, and she doesn't like crows. She got fed up with them last year since they somehow never show up when she's trying to find one to sacrifice on Passing-On Day, which seems to be on December 20th.
Skills:
- Tells excellent ghost stories.
- Pretty good painter, as long as you don't mind the canvas being coated in nightmare fuel every time.
- Can make any sandwich that doesn't require grilling/toasting/etc. in less than thirty seconds.
- Great at locating and sacrificing a wide variety of animals. Crows still give her trouble, though.
Hobbies:
- Telling ghost stories
- Painting nightmare fuel (not that she can paint anything else)
- Pulling relatively harmless pranks, mainly at night.
- Preparing for any of her weird and oftentimes macabre holidays that don't actually exist
- Asking for help capturing crows
Club(s): Painting Club (formerly in the Sewing Club until she asked for advice on stitching people shut, which resulted in them kicking her out.)
Background: Amaya was always a little eccentric, but she used to be pretty normal for the most part. Loved to paint, loved to tell stories, and so on. Really loved the family's pet cat, too. Big fat black cat named Ichiro after Amaya's uncle, who was a sumo wrestler. Back then, her paintings were seldom off-putting in the least, and her stories rarely - if ever - involved ghosts, ghouls, or similar beasts of the underworld. So what exactly caused Amaya to become so out-there as she is today? Well, there's no need for a psychological degree to know that.
Amaya wasn't exactly popular in school. She was a good kid, but she trusted others too easily and got taken advantage of many times because of it. Her best friend was the fat cat Ichiro. Who died when Amaya was nine. Shortly following the cat, his namesake sumo wrestler; Amaya's uncle. For a short while, she was absolutely and completely crushed. Until she was told by her father - noted for being delusional and not all right in the head - that her cat and uncle were leaving her, yes, but they were moving on to a better place where they would be happier. By no coincidence, it was also around this time when it was discovered that she inherited her father's...instability, shall we say.
She became obsessed with that fact. A person dying meant they moved on to a happier, better place. Her unfailing kindness and optimism were the only things that stopped her from going down the serial killer and/or suicidal route here. Rather, she became obsessed with death itself, not because it was the end, but because it was a new beginning. Why did people cry when their friends and families died if they were going to better places? Beginning with "Death is a happy thing we need to celebrate", Amaya's psyche became more and more detached from anything resembling the norms of society over the years. She wasn't dangerous in the least, but...well, she was certainly her father's daughter. By age twelve, her paintings and stories became what the ordinary would call nightmarish. By fourteen, she was beginning to kill animals periodically under the pretense of "I'm sending them to a happier life." By high school, it seemed that Amaya wasn't even living in this world, but her own. One where death and those who passed on were to be celebrated and cheered for; where there were holidays that don't even exist demanding animal sacrifice; where ghosts and ghouls that were purely Amaya's imagination were very much real and were to be respected and feared.
And now, two years later, Amaya has returned for her third and final year of high school. No doubt she's no more normal than last year, or the one before that.
I have this hunch I don't like, that I may have overdone it and last night's hard work will go to waste :|
