megumi rin

[alter]

megumi ray rin!



SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS ALTER
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET THIRTEEN
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR THREE YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE ---
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die;;!

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Megumi Ray Rin
NICKNAMES: A plethora of insults and compliments pertaining to her fist fighting dominance over humans, however she has not adopted any of them permanently.
AGE: Seventeen Years
GENDER: Female
RACE: Human
CLASS: N/A
PLAY BY: Kallen Kōzuki of Code Geass[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] A light blue color and quite diverse, being that they can sharpen to be extremely harsh as well as fade and twinkle in a more innocent manner.
HAIR: Her hair is a red color, not to be confused with some strange purple or pink color. It is usually straightened and extends down to her shoulders.
SKIN: Her skin is fair and her complexion is near perfect, very little imperfections anywhere.
BODY: She is quite slender and one cannot see her muscles, although if you really went to the troubles of feeling for them you could tell they were strong in her arms.
UNUSUAL: It is not uncommon to see her knuckles terribly reddened, she also holds many miniscule scars and scratches, the greatest of such being in a diagonal bruise across her back.
OTHER FORM: As Megumi is a human being and not a monster, she does not have an alternate form in which to switch to in matters of combat/other such exceptions.
APPEARANCE: The face of Megumi is one that holds many emotions, one that is manipulated strongly and through a vast spectrum by the puppeteer of her mind. Her eyes are the most effected aspect of her body by this innate ability. She can twist her eyes into displaying whatever emotion she wants them to display while ignoring the inner qualms that would, instinctively, press them onwards to looking as they should based on what she is feeling. It is a great shame that typically she tries to look misted and distracted, hoping that no one will ever go about confronting her. Her eyes can reflect light, twinkle, show fear, anger, and a bounty of other things and yet on her face there typically resides a look of innocence and confusion. Her mouth may be curved into a small smile or drawn into a thin and blank expression. The fact that her hair is red may elicit the assumption that her hair and eyes are beautifully contrasting, however this is not so. They are both light and airy, as if any pressure at all would cause them to deteriorate. The hair that extends to her shoulders is sleek and is styled in such a way that eloquence is almost the first word to pop into your head. At the same time, the gentle stares she seems to accidentally give compliment the sheen of the hair, equally as radiant and equally as entrancing in the highest magnitude.

On this face resides skin that one may consider as soft as the day she was born, and in a way it what one would expect of a teen that spent time and money in preparing it. At the same time, she finds that her complexion and notable "baby skin" is untouched by any products. That being said, it is clear that she is in her youth and one could almost guess her age by the composure of her body. If something were to happen where she let her guard down it would be easy to see the hardships in her eyes, and suddenly the eyes would be of someone far older, someone like a war veteran who had been through much and lived to tell the tale. On a side note, she would not willingly admit to a stranger but her skin is indeed imperfect in certain regions. Her knuckles are permanently a little more red than the rest of her body and she has very little parts of her body that have been through her entire existence unscathed. The biggest scar on her body is a long scar that starts at the bottom of her left shoulder blade and extends to the right end of her mid-back (To quickly note, this will be explained in history).

Megumi's entire figure is very slim which she could, and probably does, attribute to her increased physical activity (despite the undesirable nature of the physical activity). She usually wears one of two outfits to encompass her figure, simply due to the fact that she did not pack much upon arriving at the school. Her first outfit is a school outfit, perhaps one of the only ones she still keeps from her days of school hopping and getting thrown out of each school. It has a blue tie in which extends to the middle of her chest with a yellow insignia upon it. The color is a white color in which suggests that she is wearing another collared shirt under the shirt that is visible. The visible "jacket" so to speak has a sort of golden trim along the collar and down the middle. The cuffs are a black color and are only long enough to cover her wrists. The jacket is a sort of tan/yellow color, which is the same color as the loose fitting belt in which she wears that has a golden buckle that matches that of the trim. To match the black cuffs she wears a short black skirt that is partially covered up by the bottom of the tannish jacket. Then, starting on her feet and extending to her thighs she wears a light blue and skintight sock/legging/stocking/whatever it is rightfully called. On her feet she usually wears some small and petite little dress shoes.

Her second outfit is a lot darker than the first, being that everything that was previously tan is now a black color and the trim has been changed to a sleek grey. There is no longer a tie and the collar is no longer fancy and covers almost her entire neck. There is no cuffs but the sleeves themselves extend a little past her wrists. The skirt also becomes black and gains the silver trimming. In addition to these main outfits, she also has various t-shirts that she will only wear in the utmost casual situations.

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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b]
- Admiration
- Modesty amongst others
- Settling arguments with her brute force
- The human race - or more honestly- anything that isn't a monster.
- Anything under the classification "fruity"
- Knowing that she can be trusted as a "vent" to her peers.
- Poetry (Although she hasn't read much of it)
- Those whom dislike monsters
- Anything that has to do with chemistry.
- Listening to what she calls "crazed rants" about love.
- Materialists, though she doesn't agree with them she loves their conflicts with idealists, romanticists, etc.
- Achieving peace of mind, although she claims she does not need a peace of mind to do anything.
DISLIKES:
- The discomfort in which washes over her everyday at this academy
- Romance and romanticists
- Monsters of any kind
- Extreme levels of noise
- Most of anyone that "wants" her, even though she inwardly craves the attention.
- People that spark her into fighting, in which is a hobby she is trying to break.
- Smoking, smokers, etc.
- She shuns most if not all superstitious or religious belief she does not think is justified.
- Feeling obliged to act "lady-like" each and every day.
- That humans are and will probably remain vastly outnumbered by monsters in this school.
STRENGTHS:
- Fist fighting prowess
- She is capable of understanding and reading emotion better than most, especially in the eyes and facial expression of others.
- Motor skills and other such things like that.
- Does not easily succumb to fear, or at least, she tells herself this much.
WEAKNESSES:
- She is physically weaker than most monsters.
- Underestimates the physical power of others.
- Has the tendency to fall into a "shell" of being anti-social due to discomfort in which comes quite easy to her.
- Quick to make assumptions in pressured situations
SECRETS:
- Although this would never be admitted, her fear of death is expansive.
- A secret from even herself is that she loves to be loved and not just admired.
OVERALL: As many people have come to conceive and understand about Megumi, she is a very lady-like person, however this is the result of many different ideas and thoughts that run through her mind that are demolished by a select few in order for her to maintain an acceptable public appearance. Around most people Megumi is relatively quiet and the words she speaks are well spoken and hold some sort of weight. She is not good at small talk however she does indeed manage to achieve a "regal" level of small talk skills being that she knows orderly introductions and whatnot up until the extent of addressing a true matter. She tries not to let any bit of curiousity overcome her when she is discussing things with others and picks her few words extremely wisely as to not waste any breath. She does not speak in a spiteful way or seem to hold any grudges from any outer standpoint, rather she just seems like a moderately curt little school girl that has very little friends. As a human, she cannot completely accept the race of monsters. In fact, she finds that she feels urged instinctively to hate them quite a lot. She and her parents hope that this will eventually change since she is now in an academy for monsters, but in the meantime she will simply try to keep her hate inward.

Beside the guise in which she wears at all times, inwardly she has feelings that she tries not to let spill out to the outside. Sometimes she will fail to keep these thoughts and emotions inside which can result in many things such as her resorting to her fists instead of logic. She truthfully wants to be admired, for what she does not know. It is her wish to be loved for who she is and not who she pretends to be, although the chances of this are very slim she considers it one of those dreams you have that will never come true. However, as she does love to be admired she also likes it when others are modest in their actions as she tries to be modest as well. People with overwhelming pride and confidence will eventually be slightly hated by Megumi, even though she will try not to show that. As it was and probably still is a habbit, Megumi loves ending arguments with her fists. It gives her a feeling of dominance that the "lady-like" figure inside of her head really does not get that often. That is not to say she yearns for dominance, but like anyone else she likes it when things go her way and she has a pretty reliable way of making things happen that way.

To address soemthing more clearly, Megumi has and will always love fist fighting. She loves the adrenaline it provides her to have her fists come in contact with the sharp resistance of another's body. Her body burns its energy incredibly fast in combat, her muscles will begin to ache very early in a battle as they are pressed to the very limit to meet the expectations and demands of Megumi's mind. It is what she imagines love as being like, however she is now trying to break the habit. Megumi thoroughly enjoys the company of others, or at least others that can be rated high on her inner rubric. One must destroy all traces of malignancy and remain honest with Megumi in order to be her true friend. She has low tolerance for many things and is a being that is highly intolerable in things that others have low tolerance for. It was as if she was made in order to be a loner, but the fear of being alone is alive within her and petrifies her daily. Megumi is a lover of philosophies although she really does not pick what groups to belong to, she just thinks that the debates that follow are entertaining and are usually the greatest show of intellect of a being (at least on one side of the argument).

All in all, Megumi's persona is broken into 3 beings. There is the first side of her, the one that primarily governs what she tries to do; The Lady. The lady is what Megumi believes a "true woman" would be as literature and her family has taught her. On the opposite side of the spectrum there is her will to fight and be expressive, basically the exact opposite of the true lady. In the middle is Megumi with all of her ideas and confusion, feeling as though she is bipolar and losing sanity. [/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] ray rin, 38 years
FATHER: kenji rin, 47 years
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER PEOPLE: none in which she could name
HISTORY: Its amazing what money can really do for someone, seriously. It can guarantee possibilities, which was more than enough for a couple both born in beautiful Denver, Colorado. If you were to ask Megumi's parents what brought them together I guarantee that they would tell you it was out of "love". Megumi's mother beautiful, alright? That is one part of the equation, but not the most relevant of the two. The second part of this equation is that Megumi's father had money, and a whole lot of it. Get what I'm getting to? Megumi's mother wanted a lot of money and wanted it easy, Megumi's father would've killed for Megumi's mother. Money created opportunity for Megumi's father, but an opportunity that Megumi's mother took, so money didn't do everything, it didn't give anyone "happiness", it presented the opportunity. So there was a marriage, because thats what everyone needs to share a bank account and go ahead spending crazily. Now, to clarify a bit, Megumi's mother was not a "gold-digger", she was a pretty good girl and had some moral standards (although money corrupted such, but of course money only presented the opportunity to corrupt her... she must have indulged in its corruption.) Now, her father on the other hand was the epitome of morally acceptable humans. He owned charities, so yeah, nice guy.

Within 6 months of their very quick marriage Megumi's mother went into labor and bore a child which they named, as agreed upon earlier, Megumi. Use the possibility creation of a whole lot of money they would run her through private schools in order for her to be as smart as could be. She was to live a sheltered life and adapt to all the ideals that Megumi's parents had planned out for her. It was, of course, all she knew so she was taught by her numerous servants how to read literature and all these things that she little remembers now. Then, she was placed in school, a local school but a private school. Of course, money presented her with the opportunity to get this glorious education, but as you will learn her ending up in Akashibai was a result of her not taking these opportunities presented by money. Rather, she would allow her inner personality to manifest. So, at age 6 Megumi would enter this school and she would fit in quite well. Of course, in such early years we have yet to understand what school is at all.

But quickly she decided that some people she did not and that the manners she was taught would have to be put on hold for a few minutes. So, at lunchtime at age 8 she had her first fight. It was a fight between 8 year olds, it was not that big of a deal. But guess who thought it was the biggest deal ever? Her parents and teachers. All she did was slap around some other little girl for something or another she cannot remember, and the consequences would be massive. Her parents actually dedicated an hour of each of her days to learning manners. Next week, she got in another fight. What were they doing wrong? They had the money, the time, why wasn't it working? They could only create opportunities, and it was within Megumi's nature to ignore these opportunities and do the only thing she found release in. By age 10 she had been kicked out of the school on the account of a total of 16 fights, minor and major, the last one being with a teacher in which she, of course, lost.

Quickly she was placed in another school where she did not change much. Her parents had so much money they had her record cleared, so any school would accept her with the right bribes. She lasted 8 fights, and then she lasted 22 fights, and now she was 12 years old and wasn't even fighting for reasons anymore. She was fighting because it was so fun, and the only place where she found large amounts of people to fight was school. Secretly, her fighting was due to wanting the admiration of people. However, she was just greatly feared. Word traveled well, not even money could erase that. It created the possibility for her to continue to go to school, however it also created the possibility for her not to change since she was receiving little punishment for her actions. As parents, Megumi's guardians were failures. They were to have another child as they had planned previously, but they were convinced that they were failed parents. Megumi did not stop fighting, having visited numerous schools and having had fought many fights. She won most of the fights that she picked, however the ones she participated in due to anger she had a good chance of losing. However, at 16 for the first time in her life she had been walking down the street when someone tried to attack her. Fighting back frantically, she found that she was fighting a monster. She lost all the money that she was carrying around with her and was left with a giant gash through her back.

Surely you know what created that assault. The money she carried in her purse. It was just a matter of seizing the opportunity by that monster. This contributed greatly to her hate for monsters, and she had quite a long recovery. She had just turned 17 and no longer was receiving back problems. She was told that if she ever fought again that extreme measures would be taken, but when a rumor spread that Megumi was back and weak she was attacked. She defeated 3 guys in that fight, however with how hated she was they managed to get the blame purely on Megumi (the fact she was unscathed from the fight and her history helped this.) As a consequence, Megumi's parents devised a plan. They would send her to a place where fighting would not be in any way optimum for Megumi, even though she pleaded that she no longer was going to fight. So, here she is, one of the few humans now attending Akashibai Academy, outmatched and outnumbered by monsters that could easily tear her apart. [/size][/ul]

WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] she shouldn't hate every other race for that long, but where the history leaves off she despises anything that isn't human.
RP SAMPLE: my average post size is 500-900, but I think this one is a little longer so... blah.

The words of Four were words spoken by the soul searcher, and the qualms that came from his internal programming seemed to disagree. Like a broken conscious, it didn't want him to do what he wanted to do. A common internal debate he has with himself is the nature of the internal programming, whether it was a true conscious or just a chip that directed his intellect and power where it felt necessary. It was true that he was killing innocents and doing things that, in a normal circumstance, the conscious would revolt towards. The problem came with the fact that the programming encouraged him to do things that he felt were worse, things that a separate entity in itself, perhaps his will, disagreed with. It was a very confusing conflict, and indefinitely indefatigable - or so it seemed in the twisted mind of Four. As his illuminated gaze rest quietly on the woman as she began to speak again. The beginning of her statement, her notion that Four was an empty shell seemed to perturb the Android slightly. It was not anger, however a distant feeling of excitement was elicited by the word choice of the female. As she continued, the feeling was not broken, rather, the feeling manifested into his eyes. His eyes would have burst into harshness as he looked at her save the respect he had for the woman and the image he carried with him.

As a mere student tries ignorantly and strongly to hold up a the reputation of his choice, Four found that he was lured by the same silly desire to maintain the way he was. This desire made no sense and was impossible to justify, however the delusion that it cast upon Four was one that was quite malignant in nature. Despite his internal want to remain emotionless, there was always the part of his will (the part he trusted more, deep down) that believed that change was necessary. The analogy that she spoke, that of the young boy was not something Four could relate to. From a factual standpoint the words were little more than glossolalia, however upon delving into the endless mines of emotion one could perfectly understand her words and their beautiful meanings. Just like human beings, actually, from the view of Four. Suddenly, as she continued on with her talk of feelings Four questioned what she was saying slightly. He used to be able to feel pain and touch things, including hot and cold. But now his exterior was not but cold metal, and with that logic his insides matched his outsides. He was an empty being, nonexistent. A bunch of scrap under her previous notion, however she was not finished.

As a ki signature engulfed him it was surely the work of Ryogi. He could not feel it like she assumed, however his strong sense and analysis of ki gave him the idea of the slight heat signature it radiated. It was strange to analyze, it was barely ki at all. A harsh nostalgia overcame the immediate thoughts of Four, a nostalgia that he was all to familiar with as its visits were frequent as they were painstaking as it beat away at his wretched mind. As she gave him her name and held out her hand, he noted that the dark flames that were around him had faltered by her command. The formal introduction came quite late in this conversation, but at this point Four did not mind. He was slightly giddy with the analysis of the ki that had been around him, a ki that had a light personality and seemed to encompass him in a feeling that was long gone. He shook her hand with his, looking into her face. The internal programming urged him to let the hidden blade stab through her wrist. He kept it retracted and then retracted his hand from hers. "It is conceivable that I am an empty shell, however it more acceptable that I am anything but hollow." He lacked the cheery smile of hers and the upbeat demeanor in which she approached things. His words could stab Ryogi more then his blade could. "Perhaps it is that I lack a single part of me that is null, perhaps it is true that every part of me is already occupied by something. Perhaps this something filled the void, and maybe I let it subconsciously."

Quietly turning away from her, he continued to speak, "I would like to tell you something, Ryogi, a fairy tale of sorts." The words were estranged to Four, something he would not speak in a normal instance.

"A human was born many years ago and immediately was given a needle and thread by his parents, known exiles. Secluded from all others, he briskly picked up the skill and grew brilliant at his craft, and all the while grew more introverted. His parents did not live with him, only supplied him with fabrics, needles, pins, and threads, everything that you can think of in order for him to create the greatest things. Whenever he finished something, he would proudly show it to his parents however they only looked away and handed him more supplies to create more. Eventually, he began hanging his vibrant quilts on the walls and decorating his secluded house of residence with doilies of many sorts. One day he would die, but not before noticing that all the work he did was for very little. He appreciated the work he did since it was at least a note of his accomplishment, but nonetheless he noticed more. Unlike real humans, this man did not notice dreams. He was exactly what he wanted to be since an early age, and given the choice he probably wouldn't change anything until those fateful last minutes. But he knew that even if he went out into the world, he would be shunned for existence as the son of an exile, shunned for something he would not be able to control." Four's appearance began to shift rapidly.

Suddenly, it was no longer Four that stood in his place but Ryogi. He mimicked her appearance and now her voice came from his throat, spoken just as fluently as she herself would speak them, "Had the same person been born of a different family he could have become a dreamer, he could have been a lover and a brilliant mind that was accepted for his ideas. He could have spent his countless days searching for love while trying his hand at thousands of things. The day he died hundreds of people would go to his funeral to commemorate his death, the death of a dreamer and the death of a true human. " Four felt that the words did not hold near as much of the alien feeling when he spoke them in the voice of Ryogi.

"I should be going, miss Ryogi." He spoke as his disguise began to flake off as he let it do so. He would not leave yet, rather he would allow Ryogi to respond to his tale.[/size][/ul]

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