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, 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'd be hard
not to call her pretty kooky.
However, she's a good kid. If she sees somebody down in the dumps, she'll be sure to give them a pick-me-up to the best of her abilities, and making a new friend is often the highlight of her day. Her interests may be morbid, and she's clearly not all there in the noggin, but in the end, Amaya's still human. As a human, it's only natural that she'd want to interact with others, even if "others" includes "people without a pulse." Rather, she seems
more interested in the people who don't have a pulse.
Romantically, she claims "I don't believe that barriers like gender or a pulse should come between two people in love." Actually, if you can get her to stop talking about death and scary monsters
and nice sprites, Amaya's got a surprisingly romantic and straightforward mindset...granted, her definition of "romantic" seems a tad off. Even so, win her heart and she'll be loyal to a fault.
It rarely shows since she's always talking about horror stuff, but she's also quite the airhead. Often forgetting about something or completely missing the point of what somebody's telling her if they beat around the bush. One time she even nonchalantly dismissed somebody confessing to her by saying "It's nice that you're offering your heart to me like that, but I already have one and I'm pretty sure I don't have room to fit a second one in. And I'm bad at stitching people shut, so I could bleed out too. Please keep your heart inside your own body; you need it more than me."
...y'know, for somebody whose philosophy is "Death should be celebrated; the deceased is going to a better place", Amaya seems to take a lot of care to
not die. That's probably the most normal thing about her. And her fear of lightning. Expect her to be the first one to run inside when she sees some.
Skills:- Tells excellent ghost stories.
- Can make any sandwich that doesn't require grilling/toasting/etc. in less than thirty seconds.
- Can speak backwards just as fluently as forwards.
Hobbies:- Telling ghost stories
- Pulling relatively harmless pranks, mainly at night.
- Preparing for any of her weird and oftentimes macabre holidays that don't actually exist
- When she can't think of anything else to do, Amaya likes just lying back outside and taking in sunlight.
Club(s): Currently working on a petition to found an Undead Research Club. It's not going well since she always forgets about it.
Background: Amaya used to actually be perfectly normal. Still fascinated by the undead and whatnot, but nothing like today. In fact, Amaya used to be pretty well-known back in her native Hokkaido. Her reputation wasn't necessarily a good one, but there were still people who liked her. The ones who didn't were mainly fed up with her constant gleeful telling of ghost stories, despite her natural knack for them.
Back then, her only flaw with her stories was that they all started with the exact same line. "It happened on a dark, stormy night." Well, at about the time she started junior high, she may or may not have gotten a little fed up with certain folks dissing her ghost stories. And so, on a dark stormy night just like the ones in her stories, Amaya had planned to enact exactly what had happened in them. Minus the killing. Sadly, this plan never came to fruition, as Amaya was struck by a bolt of lightning almost immediately after stepping outside.
Amaya spent a couple weeks in the hospital after that. At first, her head was a complete blank, but she was beginning to remember things after a day or two. During her stay, she shared a room with a kindly old fellow who wouldn't be leaving the hospital. Not long before Amaya left the hospital, the old fellow told her the first thing she'd heard in the hospital besides pointless small talk. "Even if I'm dying, it just means I'm going to a better place, where I can be happier." For a head that was still gathering itself, it sounded far more profound than it was.
When Amaya was sent home a day after her roommie passed away, she was quite clearly a changed girl. Among other things, her love of the ghastly had grown immensely, her wits weren't nearly as sharp as they'd used to be, and she'd grown obsessed with the idea that "Death should be celebrated; the deceased is going to a better place." Her family moved to Mizumi not long after Amaya left the hospital to give her a fresh start, and it was where she began high school a couple years later.
Now she's back for her third and final year of high school, no more normal than she has been for the previous two. But if asked about it, Amaya would surely say she prefers herself this way. Now if only she could get over that lightning phobia...