FUJIOKA, SAYURI

[FUJIOKA SAYURI]

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IF ALL MY LIFE WAS BUT A DREAM

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[bg=#ECECEC][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] THE DETERMINING ESSENTIALS

[bg=#ECECEC][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] NICKNAME YURI RACE WITCH GENDER FEMALE AGE SEVENTEEN SEXUALITY DEMISEXUAL HEIGHT 5'3" WEIGHT 110 LBS ZODIAC VIRGO

[bg=#ECECEC][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] SOCIAL CLASS UPPER DISTRICT EAST SCHOOL ST. VALENTINE'S CLASS YEAR SECOND GPA 3.8

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[bg=#ECECEC][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] ✶ LOYAL ✶ PATIENT ✶ CHARISMATIC ✶ ELOQUENT ✶ INTELLIGENT ✶ INDEPENDENT

[bg=#ECECEC][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] ✶ SINGLE MINDED ✶ PESSIMISTIC ✶ BLUNT ✶ CYNICAL ✶ SARCASTIC ✶ CONTROLLING

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[bg=#ECECEC][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] THE INESCAPABLE PAST

[bg=#ececec][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] If you'd ask Sayuri to recite her personal history, there would be not much to comment on, in her opinion. Although born into a rich and affluent family and therefore it meant she'd never have to suffer from any hardship for the rest of her life, Sayuri would never tell you that she'd be happy the way she is. The currently eighteen year old had a fairly normal childhood, normal by the standards of the rich, and to a certain degree, the girl would look out for her siblings as they would for her. Having spent most of her life behind walls, studying foreign languages, perfecting magic, making sure she was light years ahead of other girls her age in the aspect of academic study; as well as talent, it meant that Sayuri quickly became withdrawn of her true personality and switched her behavior in order to please her demanding parents. As a young girl, her innocence was quickly stripped away from her, just like your average, stereotypical rich household. Sayuri never blamed her parents or questioned their behavior, having long accepted that it was just easier to cope with it and move on. It was not only until the big yazuka attack at her family home months after her twelfth birthday that her parents explained their occupation. At first, Sayuri found it interesting, new, and fun, but it didn't take long for her to change that mindset. For Sayuri though, it explained why her parents were so eager for her to learn martial arts. It wasn't until her fourteenth birthday did she learn how to handle a gun. The only people Sayuri would ever dream of going near would be either her siblings, family or fellow members of the upper class community. Her upbringing has indeed, made her conceited and arrogant of those toward a lesser background, but it is mainly down to her confusion and lack of knowledge of the members of the lower classes. Her lack of social interaction with those her parents deemed 'not worthy' meant that her basic social knowledge and commonly known information would be extremely scarce. She is very eager to learn, and is determined to find out what she doesn't already know. Sayuri is the current sectary of the student council.

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[bg=#ececec][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] Sayuri is a decent singer, but she is better known for her other musical talents. Not only does she play the piano, she also plays the viola equally, if not even better than the former. Also, she is currently suffering from depersonalization disorder, however, so far it has gone undiagnosed and her case is a fairly mild one, which is why she has not raised the alarm or asked for attention over it. Mainly though, it's just her pride talking. She is still proud of her family and sees her family as rightfully rich, despite their shady alliances and the underground exchange of money that Sayuri has heard of but never seen. So far, she is conflicted with her choices; wondering if she'd work in the family business, or break away, even though she doubts she has even the opportunity to do such a thing.

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[bg=#ececec][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,425,true] IS THIS A CANON CHARACTER? YES PLAYER NAME mourir FACECLAIM [b]AXIS POWERS: HETALIA[/b], [i]belarus[/i], fujioka sayuri OTHER CHARACTERS NONE

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[SERSHA]

[bg=#ececec][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center,true][atrb=width,225,true] WRITING SAMPLE You can reply with whatever styling you choose. We will not judge based on your lack of knowledge with the rpg or the boards. This is just a general assessment of your writing ability.

Footsteps were heard and the eighteen year old stopped for a moment. He paused, sliding his left foot so that he could turn and take a gander at what was behind him. His eyebrows raised. His eyes widened and blinked as he gave a small look of bewilderment. The blonde haired young man tilted his head to the side letting it almost fall to his right shoulder.

"You're a Fujioka, aren't you?" He blinked again, deciding now to approach the girl with just a bit of reluctance in his steps toward her. Fujiokas, as he had come to know them, were hateful people. Usually, they weren't very social people. Not at all polite about it either. But still, Makoto remained optimistic. If he was cheerful, perhaps, his smile could melt the ice away from any girl's heart. Fujioka or not...

In his head, he would approach with caution but try to look as though he wasn't cautious. He paused looking down the length of his body for a moment to wonder how he could go about accomplishing this. He actually had to stop walking to think about it. He brought his right hand to his chin, scratching at it for a moment. He truly was thinking hard about how to approach the situation. He wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the pack.

Makoto stood looking awkward as he mouthed words and invented a scenario for him to play out. Occasionally closing his eyes and shaking his head to dismiss it and start over again with something else entirely. But, suddenly, the young man's arms raised in triumph. He had finally thought of something good enough. His eyes brightened and a grin grew on his face, stretching his features.

"Let's go on a date! We can get to know each other and then play around later!" He told her loudly, instead of asking her nicely. He hadn't considered that kind of politeness. But still, he remained jubilant looking. The caution had fled from his face and posture. He would be more prone to give her a hug now. "Alright!" He said, holding his arms outstretched to her. "Let's be good friends! Good friends hug!"

[FUJIOKA SAYURI]

Sayuri never paid attention to the boy who was currently a few paces in front of her because of one simple fact – there was no need to. Alas, she could be standing there all day, going through the reasons why paying attention to the person walking in front of you was an act that resulted in no merit for anyone, but that was far from the point.

Now, the focus had changed. For some bewildering reason, the boy who was walking so leisurely in front of her had now turned around, pivoting on one foot, only to focus his attention on her own petite body. Sayuri stared back, blankly, utterly confused by his act of randomness. Suddenly, a steady stream of questions started to rise from the depths of her mind. Alas, as previously mentioned, there would be a better place to contemplate and ask herself those questions, because she was going to embarrass herself if she wasn't going to answer the boy now.

“Yeah. I guess I would be.” Even during such a brief meeting, Sayuri knew that she probably didn't, or wouldn't like the boy. Why was he asking her name in such a rude manner? The way he was so sure of himself made her instantly grow wry of him. Mirroring his odd movement impulsively, she titled her head to the left, making her hair fall the same way.

Sayuri raised an eyebrow. Now what was the boy doing? Wait. Her gaze turned to the upper left corner of her line of sight, trying to place names to faces, because the petite seventeen year old's gut instints were screaming at her, telling her that the boy in front of her was someone she knew.

Nope. Can't remember. Running her fingers through her hair, Sayuri's gaze dropped, then rose again, eyes meeting the taller boy's figure for briefly, before staring at another point instead. A soft, barely audible sigh left the second year's lips as she contemplated leaving the boy without a word. He seemed so lost in his thoughts anyway, surely he wouldn't notice her slip by?

Sayuri wasn't really paying attention to the boy's change in body language at all, therefore she failed to notice that he had figured out what he was going to do in this situation, in which she had thought of a solution long ago.

“Let's go on a date! We can get to know each other and then play around later!”

At this statement, Sayuri's face paled. What exactly was this boy trying to suggest? Was he so blatantly trying to take advantage of her?

“N-No!” It took her a moment to compose herself, but it didn't take her long to find her feet in order to speak again. “I will not go on a date with you. That's ridiculous! I don't even know who you are!” Sayuri huffed, cold blue eyes looking up in order to glare at the older boy's eyes.

“And that's disgusting, you sick bastard!” She snapped, growing angrier by the second, the change of emotion seemed to be sudden, even to the girl herself. “What do you mean, play around? I'm not some cheap whore that flings herself around any man that comes by! What do you take me for?”

Sayuri sighed, looking to the left for a brief moment, until she got a better look at the boy. Wait... that face... wasn't he the son of a Fukunawa? At this realization, Sayuri snorted. Of course. Everything made sense. He was nothing but a foolish idiot who thought smiling through a situation would solve it. She then sighed, folding her arms with an unimpressed expression on her face.

“Please cut the 'good friend' deal out of it. It would be much more than bothersome if you'd come to be my friend. It's preposterous. I have places to go and people to see. I can't afford being late, wasting time with the most splendid idiot in all of town!”
At that, she turned and left, leaving the blond idiot hanging with his arms open. Perhaps that would teach him a lesson.

Never waste a lady's time. Never.