Post by Mirasu on Apr 21, 2007 3:21:08 GMT -5
Name: Mirasu (Mira for short) Kaisou
Alias: The Pure Fabricator
Age: 17
Height: 5'3
Weight: 118.7 lbs
Gender: Female
Alliance: Order, XII.
Keyblade Name: Flyaway Imagination
Bio: Mirasu…Mira in Japanese it means mirror…image…just a reflection like her life. Only fake and fabricated. She could never quite get over that. Never quite see past the fact that her life had just been…some fabrication of somebody’s life and she was just…nobody. As a young child she never understood why she didn’t have a real mother or father. She thought that maybe they were just hiding from her like a game or something or maybe they had left town to go find her long lost sister or brother. Innocent to the point of blindness she lived with an old lady who had found her in the street one day just sitting there. The old lady was sweet and kind like most old ladies but she had an uncanny ability to make stories up. She would tell the small girl stories upon stories about everything that happened around her. She told her about how her parents had journeyed to other worlds to find treasures and to fight monsters to save villages of people. She told her stories of the old times when the Organization didn’t rule most of the worlds and she told of the ancient hero who defeated them once. But Mirasu’s absolute favorite story was the one about the special people who used to uphold righteousness and protect the common people from the Organization. She loved to hear about the Order of Forsaken Hearts because it seemed not matter what the situation was they always managed to get out of it and never gave up. One day after telling the story to Mirasu for probably the billionth time the woman asked “Mirasu dear do you believe that the Organization is evil?” Mirasu being young and innocent nodded her head sure of her answer. “Yes I think that they are and should be punished again!” The woman just smiled at her and said “I want you to think about it when you get older and keep in mind what you learn.”
Not to long after that the old woman died and Mirasu was left alone again at the age of 11. She didn’t mind being alone for she while she was alone she had time to draw and write and go to a small school not to far from the house that the old woman left her in her will. But soon she got lonely and longed for someone to talk to. As soon as she started to imagine that there was someone in the room someone used to walk into it. At first she was frightened but she soon grew used to the strange people’s appearances. She never realized that they were entirely fabrications of her mind for she was to blind to see how fake they were. She remained this way until one day she met someone. She wasn’t sure who this person was but they were sitting somewhere and looking very sad. She, being the innocent child she was, went over to try and make the person happy but they just shoved her away. She tried once again to make this person happy and this time they stood up and yelled at her. “You…you are a lie! You want to help me but you don’t know who I am or what is even bothering me! You are just as fake as….as that man over there!” He pointed to one of the men that had been in her house for her to talk to. She shook her head and backed away as the man disappeared and the person walked off. The words stuck in her head and she couldn’t shake them off. She ran all the way back to where the house was supposed to be but nothing was there. She looked high and low for where a house could have gone but there was nothing. She didn’t see the people who were there or the house. She in her panicked state went over and asked someone if there was ever a house there. But when the person turned to face her the too disappeared as the wind blew taking the particles of color with them. Soon the whole world began to fade away like this and as quickly as it had been created Mirasu’s world was destroyed. She looked around at the ruined building she was really living in alone and realized that she had been living a lie for the past 11 years of her life. There was never any old lady and there was never any one who cared for her. She was just another street rat, another nobody that if she were to die right then and there no one would ever know. She soon found out about her power over illusion her ability to create fabricated worlds, people, things, ideas, and thoughts.
In the next 6 years of her life she was able to gain control somewhat over her power over this ability. It was hard work that she did alone since there was no one she wanted to talk to. She would sit in the abandoned building day after day practicing and making sure that if she did get lost in her illusions that something would be there to snap her out like an old alarm clock. Bit by bit she was able to keep control over her power and use it on command year by year she gained experience with creating different things and using them to her advantage. With no friends she found herself very much isolated from the world of people so when she met one while getting food she would keep her head down and walk away. She managed to practice all her things and keep a job so that she could eat and cloth herself. She worked as a street performer for people using this opportunity to not only practice her power but to make some money as well. Of course she never ever talked during her performances her illusions would do the talking for her. Mirasu also loved to read and study. Even though she dropped out of school after her world shattered she still studied hard reading books upon books of everything she could find. One day she was walking home from the library and she was in quite a hurry for she was quite hungry and wanted to eat something. She had her head down as usual and she walked into someone. She looked up and was about to apologize when the boy she had bumped into for some reason recognized her. “Ah…” He said smiling and patting her on the head. “You are number twelve aren’t you?” He asked her. She raised and eye brow confused. “Number twelve? I’m nothing of the sort. My name is Mirasu…” She said for some reason strangely intrigued by this person. “No…you are Number twelve. You don’t know who you are do you?” He asked. “You know…you are a nobody…you don’t have a heart.” Mirasu stepped backwards again. “Oh no I must have done it again…I must have created another world...” She turned to run when she tripped and fell. She looked up expecting the shock of that and cutting her knee to wake her up but nothing happened. “Ahh… illusions huh? Yea I can see why you are confused.” The boy laughed and said “Well don’t believe me come back to my place and read up in books…you’ll see” He walked off and Mirasu for some reason felt compelled to follow him.
He led her to a large castle which he called The Sanctuary of Order. He led her to the library on the fourth floor and sat her down and got her out all the books. She read and read and read for a couple days and when she was done she understood one thing. That she was some how part of the Order of Forsaken Hearts. What she didn’t understand was the fact that she didn’t have a heart. How can I not have a heart… she thought sadly. I must…I mean I must I have feelings don’t I…or are those fabricated by my desire to have feelings. No I must…there has to be…I have to have…I[/color][/i] but her thoughts stopped there. She felt empty. Not only was there no one out there that cared for her because she was her she also didn’t have a heart. So she was a fabrication in herself. Something made up out of someone else’s past. She had also read about the Organization. Sure they were evil…but weren’t they fighting for the same cause as the Order? They took a different more brutal approach to it but they just wanted to feel whole…to feel like someone and not just some…fabricated someone else. So did that make them good or evil? She though back to the question that she was asked by the old woman and pondered. But her pondering was interrupted by her anger at the thought of not having a heart. She brooded about this not eating or drinking for three days. Of course finally she needed to drink and eat but she wasn’t too happy about it. She then right then before she ate or drank made a promise to herself she would not only find herself something to fill the empty void of a heart, find the one person that would care about her and that she could care about and figure out whether the Organization is evil or not to answer the final question of the old lady in her world.
Personality: Mirasu is a very simple person. She enjoys looking at things like clouds and the grass or an ant hill. She is very much like a child in many senses. She is very naïve to the world outside of what she reads in books and is also very inexperienced at things such communicating with people. She gets used to talk to some people but otherwise is stutter central or she talks as fast as a bullet train goes times three. But she doesn’t need words to describe how she is feeling for she is a very expressional person and if you look into her eyes you can see what she is feeling no matter who you are. Mirasu is very imaginative and airy at times for she gets lost in her own thoughts sometimes ignoring things that are around her that may matter making her oblivious as well. She is also very innocent and pure for someone of her age. She has yet to be tainted by certain thoughts or ideas but they are like glass teetering on the edge of a cliff. For someone her age these qualities are strange and very often times this is considered why she got her name The Pure Fabricator. But Mirasu has some big faults. For one she is very overprotective of people she cares about whether they want it or not and it doesn’t matter who they are or what side they are on. If she feels the need to protect them she will which brings us to the next point about her being impulsive. She will often times in situation that put stress on her do things that she may have not thought about or say things she doesn’t want to share with people. She also thinks with emotions rather than her head. If she feels a certain way she will lash out at the source of the problem. She is never calm and collected and can come off as very nervous and jittery. Once befriended though she can hold highly intelligent conversations and will mother the person until they are sick of eating cookies and having milk.
Appearance: Shoulder length light pink hair that is tied up in a multi colored large bow that is red, gold, teal, and violet. She has peach skin that is vibrant and her eyes are a gold/amber color. She wears a many colored (mostly yellow though) flower printed Kimono that stops at her knees in the front but does down to mid calf in the back with a red flower printed sash with black folds in it that is also tied into a large bow. Black straps hold up the Kimono and cross over her upper chest area going to her neck. She wears a plain white under dress and she wears black tights that end at her ankles. She wears yellow sandals that have a strap going across her foot leaving room for the toes and one that goes across her ankle connecting the shoe to keep it from falling off. She has a very childish look to her even though she is seventeen and pretty much fully developed.
Picture: i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/Chibi_Koneko_Girl/aaaaaaa-3.jpg
Other: She is incredibly informed from books, she is able to cook well, she loves to draw, read, write, and only alone will she sometimes sing, had no sense of direction. Mirasu’s powers since they are so broad have downsides. One she can’t lie ever even if she wants to for since she fabricates things so much she can’t fabricate information although stretching the truth and or telling as little as possible is alright. She also becomes lost in her illusions if she uses her powers to often or if she becomes to emotionally unstable as a defense mechanism her mind moves her state of mind to a fabricated world which she has to realize is fabricated before she can leave it.
Alias: The Pure Fabricator
Age: 17
Height: 5'3
Weight: 118.7 lbs
Gender: Female
Alliance: Order, XII.
Keyblade Name: Flyaway Imagination
Bio: Mirasu…Mira in Japanese it means mirror…image…just a reflection like her life. Only fake and fabricated. She could never quite get over that. Never quite see past the fact that her life had just been…some fabrication of somebody’s life and she was just…nobody. As a young child she never understood why she didn’t have a real mother or father. She thought that maybe they were just hiding from her like a game or something or maybe they had left town to go find her long lost sister or brother. Innocent to the point of blindness she lived with an old lady who had found her in the street one day just sitting there. The old lady was sweet and kind like most old ladies but she had an uncanny ability to make stories up. She would tell the small girl stories upon stories about everything that happened around her. She told her about how her parents had journeyed to other worlds to find treasures and to fight monsters to save villages of people. She told her stories of the old times when the Organization didn’t rule most of the worlds and she told of the ancient hero who defeated them once. But Mirasu’s absolute favorite story was the one about the special people who used to uphold righteousness and protect the common people from the Organization. She loved to hear about the Order of Forsaken Hearts because it seemed not matter what the situation was they always managed to get out of it and never gave up. One day after telling the story to Mirasu for probably the billionth time the woman asked “Mirasu dear do you believe that the Organization is evil?” Mirasu being young and innocent nodded her head sure of her answer. “Yes I think that they are and should be punished again!” The woman just smiled at her and said “I want you to think about it when you get older and keep in mind what you learn.”
Not to long after that the old woman died and Mirasu was left alone again at the age of 11. She didn’t mind being alone for she while she was alone she had time to draw and write and go to a small school not to far from the house that the old woman left her in her will. But soon she got lonely and longed for someone to talk to. As soon as she started to imagine that there was someone in the room someone used to walk into it. At first she was frightened but she soon grew used to the strange people’s appearances. She never realized that they were entirely fabrications of her mind for she was to blind to see how fake they were. She remained this way until one day she met someone. She wasn’t sure who this person was but they were sitting somewhere and looking very sad. She, being the innocent child she was, went over to try and make the person happy but they just shoved her away. She tried once again to make this person happy and this time they stood up and yelled at her. “You…you are a lie! You want to help me but you don’t know who I am or what is even bothering me! You are just as fake as….as that man over there!” He pointed to one of the men that had been in her house for her to talk to. She shook her head and backed away as the man disappeared and the person walked off. The words stuck in her head and she couldn’t shake them off. She ran all the way back to where the house was supposed to be but nothing was there. She looked high and low for where a house could have gone but there was nothing. She didn’t see the people who were there or the house. She in her panicked state went over and asked someone if there was ever a house there. But when the person turned to face her the too disappeared as the wind blew taking the particles of color with them. Soon the whole world began to fade away like this and as quickly as it had been created Mirasu’s world was destroyed. She looked around at the ruined building she was really living in alone and realized that she had been living a lie for the past 11 years of her life. There was never any old lady and there was never any one who cared for her. She was just another street rat, another nobody that if she were to die right then and there no one would ever know. She soon found out about her power over illusion her ability to create fabricated worlds, people, things, ideas, and thoughts.
In the next 6 years of her life she was able to gain control somewhat over her power over this ability. It was hard work that she did alone since there was no one she wanted to talk to. She would sit in the abandoned building day after day practicing and making sure that if she did get lost in her illusions that something would be there to snap her out like an old alarm clock. Bit by bit she was able to keep control over her power and use it on command year by year she gained experience with creating different things and using them to her advantage. With no friends she found herself very much isolated from the world of people so when she met one while getting food she would keep her head down and walk away. She managed to practice all her things and keep a job so that she could eat and cloth herself. She worked as a street performer for people using this opportunity to not only practice her power but to make some money as well. Of course she never ever talked during her performances her illusions would do the talking for her. Mirasu also loved to read and study. Even though she dropped out of school after her world shattered she still studied hard reading books upon books of everything she could find. One day she was walking home from the library and she was in quite a hurry for she was quite hungry and wanted to eat something. She had her head down as usual and she walked into someone. She looked up and was about to apologize when the boy she had bumped into for some reason recognized her. “Ah…” He said smiling and patting her on the head. “You are number twelve aren’t you?” He asked her. She raised and eye brow confused. “Number twelve? I’m nothing of the sort. My name is Mirasu…” She said for some reason strangely intrigued by this person. “No…you are Number twelve. You don’t know who you are do you?” He asked. “You know…you are a nobody…you don’t have a heart.” Mirasu stepped backwards again. “Oh no I must have done it again…I must have created another world...” She turned to run when she tripped and fell. She looked up expecting the shock of that and cutting her knee to wake her up but nothing happened. “Ahh… illusions huh? Yea I can see why you are confused.” The boy laughed and said “Well don’t believe me come back to my place and read up in books…you’ll see” He walked off and Mirasu for some reason felt compelled to follow him.
He led her to a large castle which he called The Sanctuary of Order. He led her to the library on the fourth floor and sat her down and got her out all the books. She read and read and read for a couple days and when she was done she understood one thing. That she was some how part of the Order of Forsaken Hearts. What she didn’t understand was the fact that she didn’t have a heart. How can I not have a heart… she thought sadly. I must…I mean I must I have feelings don’t I…or are those fabricated by my desire to have feelings. No I must…there has to be…I have to have…I[/color][/i] but her thoughts stopped there. She felt empty. Not only was there no one out there that cared for her because she was her she also didn’t have a heart. So she was a fabrication in herself. Something made up out of someone else’s past. She had also read about the Organization. Sure they were evil…but weren’t they fighting for the same cause as the Order? They took a different more brutal approach to it but they just wanted to feel whole…to feel like someone and not just some…fabricated someone else. So did that make them good or evil? She though back to the question that she was asked by the old woman and pondered. But her pondering was interrupted by her anger at the thought of not having a heart. She brooded about this not eating or drinking for three days. Of course finally she needed to drink and eat but she wasn’t too happy about it. She then right then before she ate or drank made a promise to herself she would not only find herself something to fill the empty void of a heart, find the one person that would care about her and that she could care about and figure out whether the Organization is evil or not to answer the final question of the old lady in her world.
Personality: Mirasu is a very simple person. She enjoys looking at things like clouds and the grass or an ant hill. She is very much like a child in many senses. She is very naïve to the world outside of what she reads in books and is also very inexperienced at things such communicating with people. She gets used to talk to some people but otherwise is stutter central or she talks as fast as a bullet train goes times three. But she doesn’t need words to describe how she is feeling for she is a very expressional person and if you look into her eyes you can see what she is feeling no matter who you are. Mirasu is very imaginative and airy at times for she gets lost in her own thoughts sometimes ignoring things that are around her that may matter making her oblivious as well. She is also very innocent and pure for someone of her age. She has yet to be tainted by certain thoughts or ideas but they are like glass teetering on the edge of a cliff. For someone her age these qualities are strange and very often times this is considered why she got her name The Pure Fabricator. But Mirasu has some big faults. For one she is very overprotective of people she cares about whether they want it or not and it doesn’t matter who they are or what side they are on. If she feels the need to protect them she will which brings us to the next point about her being impulsive. She will often times in situation that put stress on her do things that she may have not thought about or say things she doesn’t want to share with people. She also thinks with emotions rather than her head. If she feels a certain way she will lash out at the source of the problem. She is never calm and collected and can come off as very nervous and jittery. Once befriended though she can hold highly intelligent conversations and will mother the person until they are sick of eating cookies and having milk.
Appearance: Shoulder length light pink hair that is tied up in a multi colored large bow that is red, gold, teal, and violet. She has peach skin that is vibrant and her eyes are a gold/amber color. She wears a many colored (mostly yellow though) flower printed Kimono that stops at her knees in the front but does down to mid calf in the back with a red flower printed sash with black folds in it that is also tied into a large bow. Black straps hold up the Kimono and cross over her upper chest area going to her neck. She wears a plain white under dress and she wears black tights that end at her ankles. She wears yellow sandals that have a strap going across her foot leaving room for the toes and one that goes across her ankle connecting the shoe to keep it from falling off. She has a very childish look to her even though she is seventeen and pretty much fully developed.
Picture: i48.photobucket.com/albums/f232/Chibi_Koneko_Girl/aaaaaaa-3.jpg
Other: She is incredibly informed from books, she is able to cook well, she loves to draw, read, write, and only alone will she sometimes sing, had no sense of direction. Mirasu’s powers since they are so broad have downsides. One she can’t lie ever even if she wants to for since she fabricates things so much she can’t fabricate information although stretching the truth and or telling as little as possible is alright. She also becomes lost in her illusions if she uses her powers to often or if she becomes to emotionally unstable as a defense mechanism her mind moves her state of mind to a fabricated world which she has to realize is fabricated before she can leave it.
