Post by ‼ Satsukiąme ‼ on Apr 2, 2008 16:33:39 GMT -5
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_Name|| Ishida, Satsukiame. [traditional Japanese]
The girl’s first name, pronounced almost the same as it’s spelled [SAH-tsu-key-AH-may], is of Japanese origin, meaning ‘early-summer rain’. 'Ame' alone can mean either rain, or 'hard candy'.
Satsukiame goes by various nicknames. Some of the more common include ‘Satsu’, ‘Kiame', 'Ame', and, as she is occasionally called by the friends of her grandparents, 'Amehime' [meaning 'rain princess' -- though they use the suffix 'hime' to poke at Satsukiame's likeness to her grandmother]. The young woman happens to prefer being called Ame or Kiame opposed to to Satsu, if she must have any nickname at all. To be honest, she prefers just ‘Satsukiame’, the name her mother gave her, but her harmless and accepting nature makes it so she will respond ungrudgingly to most any name by which she is called.
_Age|| Seventeen.
_Gender|| Female.
_Appearance||
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Satsukiame’s face is a sweet face, reminiscent of her mother and grandmother before her. Both youthful and heart-shaped, her facial features have only just begun their transformation into that of a woman. Many question the young lady’s age, as she seems to the eye much younger than she really is. This, of course, isn’t just because of her youthfulness, but because of the animated expressions she often amuses herself and others with as well.
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Though still childlike in some aspects, there is a certain beauty to Satsukiame’s countenance that no child could posses. Full, petal-colored lips almost always reward the world with a bright, pearly-white smile, though if she‘s nervous or bothered she can almost always be seen biting her lip. Her expression rarely ever turns sour but for when it’s part of a lively joke, or if it’s of an exaggerated sort. Her cheekbones are well-placed, relatively high on her face so as to give her every expression a more lifted look. The smooth planes of her cheeks themselves are graced with a seemingly perpetual, light pink blush, which adds to her overall demure yet bubbly look. Small dimples almost always declare themselves during her bouts of uproarious laughter or even her simple grins.
Her eyes are topped off by slightly angled eyebrows and framed by thick, long dark lashes. They are expressive and honest and pretty and unusual, actually changing color quite noticeably and rapidly depending on the emotions the young woman feels. However, more times than not, they can simply be described as her grandfather’s eyes. Yes, it is when she feels most happy, comfortable, excited, pensive, curious, or honest, among many other things, that their irises posses this deep and sensual, royal blue coloring. It’s a depth one can easily find themselves swimming in, a cool yet passionate depth that always manages to dive right back with a piercing intensity into whatever object or person they fall upon. A strange inconsistency with them is that they are also this dark, if not darker, when Satsukiame is to be found crying. This is the only time this sort of thing happens, and is a kind of fluke; too many emotions are flooding them to be a shallow blue, she supposes. And that brings us to the next coloring: the light one. While when her eyes are dark she is most content and expressive, it is when her eyes are light that they are unyielding and reveal and possess nothing at all. No substance but a simple, point-blank one. Shallow, as Satsukiame just called it herself. It is when Kiame’s being is seized with the purest, most absolute terror that her eyes turn this almost stoic, icy, pale sky blue. More medium-natured shades like cobalt or cerulean can be seen when she is only nervous, or when she’s agitated/frustrated, but this pale mirror of the sky is something you definitely want to avoid. It means unresponsiveness on Kiame’s part--as if her icy eyes themselves have managed to leave the entire rest of the young woman’s body completely and utterly frozen. Indeed, a sapphire blue is always one to be hoped for and never the faded hue of fear, if it’s at all possible to avoid.
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The young lady possesses unbelievably smooth, peachy skin over every sensuous curve of her being that constantly retains a healthy bright glow. The only time she pales is when she is afraid or upset; not even the winter can lighten its lovely warm shade. That being said, the summer’s beating rays of sunshine cannot mark it, either. It’s unearthly in the way it resists any attempts at tanning or scarring made by the surrounding world or Satsukiame herself. Still, even if it’s not from this world, it’s remarkably pretty and soft to the touch.
Satsukiame supposes that what womanly features she somewhat lacks facially are made up for and surpassed by her full bust and bottom, as well as the sensuous curve of her hips. She stands at a simple 5 feet 6 inches, nothing to brag or complain about, and possesses long and lightly muscled limbs marked by bony wrists and ankles, long slender fingers, and startlingly pointy elbows and knees. Gently sculpted shoulders prove bring out her wonderful posture quite beautifully.
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The girl wears summer-dresses most commonly -- regardless of the season. In colder weather she might wear boots with her dress rather than flip-flops or zori sandals, and maybe some leggings or a long-sleeved, form-fitting undershirt of some sort, but other than that a plain summer dress is how she dresses. They are of a relatively simple design, too: most are sleeveless [though some are not], ranging in length from the mid-thigh to the mid-calf [most are to the knee], and in the colorings of all sorts of shades of blue, pink, red, orange, green, white, and yellow. The only colors she doesn’t wear are black and gray, both of which she doesn’t like the least bit. Sometimes her dresses will have some sort of crazy pattern or design, but she only wears these when she's in extremely good moods [which, come to think of it, is pretty often]. The only exception to these rules is her school uniform, which she wears with an ounce of contempt [the most of a grudge she has against anything, really]. She’s considered foolish by many as she never wears a coat, though she will wear a hat at times. Another really notable feature about Kiame’s fashion/style is that she is almost always seen with an open umbrella, even when it’s sunny out. If it’s not opened then it’s closed and tucked away in whatever purse or bag she’s carrying [which is always a simple white regardless of shape], but this is rare. Satsukiame has a collection of them, you see-- all different patterns, designs, colors, even shapes. The last count was somewhere around sixty-six. Yes, sixty-six. It just so happens that it was the very first present she was ever given. Her grandparents came to visit her and her parents while still in the hospital right after getting off the phone with them. In the phone call they’d discovered her name, ’Satsukiame’, and Orihime thought it only fitting to bestow the little girl with an umbrella to protect herself…from…herself? You know that Hime-logic -- not that it’s logic, really -- so it’s safe to say that there’s some reason for her starting the umbrella-craze, somewhere out there. Once it’s found, it’s relatively plausible that it will be added onto this whacky, nonsensical side-story. Until then, we just won’t know.
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Her hair is almost the shade customary of the Orihime-women descendents, only, it’s more reddish than most. It’s a flowing river of an iridescent, strawberry/orangey-red coloring -- it even has the fragrance of strawberries. Buns, braids, chopsticks, ponytails, half-and-half-- you name it, Satsukiame has probably worn/tried it. Her hair style is always a surprise, and though she used to wear it quite short the length of her hair now falls to the mid upper-arm/halfway down her back/lower shoulder-blade region. It’s naturally straight, though sometimes she’ll wear it with loose, spiraling curls with her bangs always at an ear-tuckable length.
If there’s one accessory that ever always marks Satsukiame’s figure, it’s the ring she wears -- the ring that used to be a hairclip given to her by her grandmother, once they’d discovered the young girls spiritual abilities. Why on earth did it get turned into a ring, and even how, you ask? Well, that’s simple. Satsukiame has always had an awkward grace and clumsiness about her, even as she was young [you would have thought the child didn’t know how to walk until she was seven, with how constantly she fell], and just so happened to step on the clip one day and bend the prongs horribly. Even after her mother attempted to fix it the thing still wouldn’t stay in her hair, and the poor little girl couldn’t stop crying. It was finally resolved when Orihime herself came to the house and bent the rest of the prongs, somehow forming a strange little circle for the child to place her finger through. That, everyone, is not only the sum-up of yet another strange story and how a hairclip can, in fact, become a ring [though I wouldn’t suggest it as a full-proof method for those folks at home needing a finger accessory], but also the end to the appearance of the young woman in question.
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_Power || Powers = cannot yet use. Powers = limited use.
_Geijutsusakuhin - Work of art
Using the ring/former hairclip on the ring finger of her left hand, Satsukiame can make replicas of objects or people she has touched in the last twenty-four hours, and uses them to attack/defend/do chores/whatever. She does this by creating a clone of them using her own reiatsu and by moving her hand through the air in a general outline of whatever she’s trying to make. She can choose the location the object appears to a certain extent [within a 50-foot radius of her location], and a popular thing with her in regards to both offense and defense is recreating walls or metal poles -- things of that nature. This has its limits, as right now Satsukiame can only have each clone last about [three posts], and can only make three large clones [two medium, four small] per [thread].
_Mamori no Amagasa - Protection of the Umbrella + Aiaigasa - sharing an umbrella.
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Using one of the many from her collection, Satsukiame is able to shield herself from any energy-based attacks by opening the umbrella and reciting the name. It draws from her reiatsu by allowing it to traveling through the handle and rod of the umbrella into the material itself and hardens it against the attack. The umbrella grows or shrinks as necessary. It does not protect against physical attacks entirely, however, blocking some of the time, but not all. If the opponent has a more powerful reiatsu, it will not be effective, and the umbrella will be easily cut through.
In the ‘Aiaigasa’ form of this defensive technique, Satsukiame can use the ability to make the umbrella big enough protect both herself as well as others at the same time/make multiple umbrellas in front of the person/people she wants to protect if it‘s long-range, so she doesn‘t have to dive in front of her friends in order to save them [that‘s what she does for the prior ability].
_Hitoiki Fukagyaku - The Irreversible Pause. -
This is a very powerful ability, and happens to be almost the exact opposite from Orihime’s. It does just as the name says: it creates in irreversible pause. It can only be used once per [thread], and will result in Satsukiame either passing out or becoming very sick afterwards, but it’s effects are undeniably worth it. Satsukiame need only mentally set a perimeter/range for the ability to work within, recite the name, and she’s off to work. The pause can last for up to a minute at the present, depending on the range it’s working on, but does exactly what Orihime’s power could not: it attempts to stop an event from happening before its reversal is even needed. It is extremely useful for stopping blood flow when bandages aren’t immediately available -- can even keep a person from dying for those few, precious moments that count by technically ‘freezing‘ them. It must be used with caution, however, because its one flaw is that if something gets messed up in the pause, no ability can reverse that specific slot of time within whatever range the barrier-type ability affects. Abilities regarding time will simply work around those few moments. Also, though she cannot control it well at all yet, the ability offers the possibility of only affecting certain people or objects during the pause, and even freezing enemies. When it freezes enemies, however, they have the option of resisting it if strong enough.
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_Personality ||
_ The Positives ||
Satsukiame is laughable and silly. She enjoys cheering other people up and will do almost anything to get even the slightest bit of a smile out of her friends. More often than not she has some goofy expression planted on her face, and as if by habit she seems to hurt herself or do other funny things at the most opportune, perfect times. Yes, perfect timing is definitely a strength of hers, and even if she is a little unlucky with her footwork, she still loves to bop around and have fun.
Though the young lady isn’t overly bold or forward, she’s extremely curious. She loves to ask questions when given the chance, and might even ask a stranger if a certain query bothers her enough. Satsukiame constantly wonders about all sorts of things. They could end up being as simple a question as, ‘did I leave the oven on?’, or as complex as, ‘what‘s the exact degree for Absolute Zero?’ Either way, she loves to muse on various different topics of all kinds, and is always very pleased when her assumptions or possible reasonings end up being accurate or true.
One of the girl‘s most admirable traits is that she is near always genuine and honest. The only time she’ll lie is to keep others from worrying or wondering about her. She has an openness about everything she does that makes her seem like a girl too innocent for secrets. Her tongue is not one fashioned for lies and deceit, nor is her demeanor. This makes her a good person to confide in as she’ll be very truthful and candid with you, however she is a horrible candidate for secrets and hasn’t ever kept one for more than five minutes.
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Extremely easy to please, many of Satsukiame’s friends keep something shiny or sparkly or brightly colored to keep her occupied when things get boring. Kiame is the sort of girl who could sit with a napkin in a room for three hours and remain entertained by every last bit of its making. She likes to pick things apart, what with her insatiable appetite for knowledge always on the move, and is quite analytical and detail-oriented. Indeed, she’s very much the little scientist in her own respect. Though she relishes in hearing, smelling, seeing and tasting a great deal, Satsukiame would have to say her favorite sense is touch [hence why she's seen feeling things much of the time].
She has acquired over her few years a contentedness in simplicity. She’ll be the first to go into awe at complexly designed things, don’t get me wrong, but the way she herself lives is rather plain. That’s because she is a person able to see the beauty in even the minimal, the unpretentious, the unadorned. She sees just as much beauty in simple things, in fact, as she does in overly showy ones -- if not more. And, though she is, as she calls it, extremely ‘boring’, she is boring in an almost elegant sense. She makes up for her simplistic nature in the ridiculous way she acts and her harebrained, nonsensical schemes. A person who can truly appreciate things can appreciate how she is so non-materialistic, even when the option is there for her. She’s not poor, after all, and has a lovely, decent-sized house with her family. Yet, the young lady certainly shows her true character by making up for her lack of worldly belongings with her overabundance of worldly actions and thoughts. She loves her family and friends and happens to relish them as her material possessions. The few things she does have in a physical sense are priceless and irreplaceable to her. Things like photographs, or mementos. She’d be willing to put herself in harm’s way for most of them.
One of Satsukiame’s best attributes personality-wise is her compassionate, loving, affectionate, understanding and accepting nature. She is compassionate and thinks of others always before herself, never swaying or hesitating when it comes to supporting and remaining loyal to the ones she loves. She tries her hardest always to see how her own actions will affect others so she doesn’t hurt anyone, and the accepting and considerate part of Satsukiame makes her able to relate to others easily. She might be somewhat shy, but this girl will never hesitate to try and comfort even a stranger if she sees them upset.
Satsukiame likes helping people, that’s all there is to it, but most of all she loves being loved back. Through giving others affection and her time she is subconsciously trying to gain it for herself from them as well, though she will pretend and assure herself that she is just as content with a simple ‘thank you’ as an offer to spend an afternoon together, or something of that sort. Satsukiame has friends in all sorts of ‘high and low’ places as she is willing to befriend anyone regardless of wealth or appearance so long as they have a good heart. Many discourage her from doing this and this is one of the few times she will not merely agree and give up what she’s doing. Satsukiame has never put much store in a person’s looks or status, after all, as in her opinion no one really has much control over those sorts of things.
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Satsukiame stands up for others. She has a tender, protective nature, and is motherly towards all she holds dear -- even if they‘re fifty years older than she is. Protecting her loved ones is more important to her than anything, and she‘ll disregard even important schoolwork or meetings or events of that kind if there‘s someone who she needs to help. She is occasionally motivated -- usually when she‘s trying to cheer someone up. It’s times like these when she really shines as both a companion and a giver of advice. She seems to have wisdom beyond her age --probably from all of the time she spends questioning things-- and most times her guidance or solutions to problems work, even if she just makes them up off the top of her head. Her words seem naturally soothing to a person even if what they are saying isn’t necessarily comforting in itself; perhaps it’s just her tone of voice, or the way she occasionally pauses to think things through before continuing on with a sentence. Her voice itself, its tone, as well as the way she speaks all resembles her grandmother greatly. Though she hasn’t used it this way yet with her trying it, this knack of hers could be great for thinking up on-the-spot strategies and plans of action. After all, it’s already great for sudden topic changes when she feels uncomfortable, getting other children younger than her out of the hands of bullies, and making people laugh and shake it off when things are on the verge of becoming violent.
There is not one rule-breaking bone in the young lady‘s body. This can be either a good or bad thing, as though it keeps her out of trouble, she finds it extremely difficult to rebel against authority when it’s in the wrong. On the other hand, however, this is a part of Satsukiame’s manners, which are wonderful regarldess. She is both courteous and charming, finding it easy to treat others with respect even if they don‘t respect her. She doesn’t forget to credit people who help her or her friends, and always says her ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ even if her siblings don’t do the same.
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Satsukiame is very intelligent and artistic. She could probably be first or second in her class, but unfortunately enough, she doesn’t have enough of a backbone to push others out of her way and stand up for her own smarts. She is happy just getting B+’s on everything, striving only this far before allowing others to excel past her. Her artistic side always comes out, however-- if she’s not busy with the sewing club, it’s the painting club, the sculpting club, the pots and bowls and other-things making club, the drawing club, the writing club…you get the idea.
Last, but not least -- this girl is random. Satsukiame is ever-changing due to the superfluous amount of emotions expelling from her every single second she lives, and seems to always be a flip-flopping ball of energy with no particular constraints to her tastes or preferences. She’s quite the insomniac due to the copious amounts of energy she has, too, but that’s another story. This is an explanation of her randomness; one that can be summed up with four simple words: invincible and relentless spontaneity.
_ Likes ||
Big puffy white clouds and rainbows. Rain and thunder and lightning [watching the storms from inside, or playing out in the rain, regardless of whether if it‘s warm enough].
Songs and music that can make her laugh or are danceable to.
Long books involving animals. Love stories.
Animals and strange creatures [bugs do not gross her out].
Comfy chairs/floors/sidewalks/air [because you know she is off her feet more than on them, be it flying towards or having already connected with the ground after tripping/falling/tumbling/etc].
Mustaches made out of paper. [yes, you read that right.]
Poems that rhyme.
Touching everything she sees.
Day-dreaming.
Laughing [uproariously].
Sewing [she‘s extremely skilled at this, having made every article of clothing she wears outside of school].
Getting good grades.
Eating extremely strange, unorthodox foods. Cooking horribly.
Practicing her kanji. Painting/drawing/sketching/doodling.
Jumping up and down.
Spinning around in circles!
Nighttime/extremely dark rooms.
Giving her friends hugs.
Cuddling.
Telling funny jokes.
Telling funny jokes, and having people actually laugh before she follows up with a funny face/trips on something.
Hoping for things. Hoping for fun. Hopping on one foot. Hoping for love.
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_ The Negatives ||
For every positive aspect of Satsukiame’s personality there seems to be an opposite, more apparent and more dominant [at least, in her own opinion] negative trait to follow along with it. Many don’t think it to be true, but Satsukiame herself does, and she finds it hard to ignore her own flaws like she thinks the ‘many’ themselves do.
For starters, Satsukiame is easily ‘made to do’ a lot of things. She is easily made nervous [which in turn gets her easily confused], easily startled/frightened/scared, easily convinced of lies, easily depressed, easily saddened, easily worried, and constantly second-guesses herself. To start [and the girl doesn’t quite know why], whenever she gets nervous it’s impossible for her to pay attention to what’s going on, let alone listen to anyone. This often gets her into trouble and she can’t stand it, so she avoids high-stress situations at all costs. Only if she’s made to will she do anything really daring, though she’s open to doing most other things.
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Her fear gets a whole mini-paragraph to itself. It controls her, far more than fear should ever control any one person. When she’s really truly scared, she can’t move. It chokes her, even, and she has to fight it just to breath, almost like she's having an asthma attack of sorts. This happens often when she senses high reiatsu in the atmosphere/approaching, and it’s extremely disabling. Satsukiame does her best to hide said fear from others. However, this is difficult, as she is scared by the simplest things, and unable to stand up for herself in any form. Those who know of her fear often call her ‘gutless’ [at least she thinks they do], and though she eats on a regular basis, she often agrees with them.
Satsukiame is gullible as sin. Actually -- no, she isn’t, but she pretends to be for the sake of not offending someone else for not trusting them. She’s actually quite sharp-witted and can see through lies almost the moment they are being spoken. However, she never speaks up against them, so many words go unsaid. In this sense she is unseeing and oblivious, albeit by choice, to the evils and hate that surround her. It kills her to look on and not act, but it’s what she does out of fear. A lot of the time she’ll lock herself up in her room and just cry for no reason other than that she knows someone else out there is feeling some sort of pain, and she has done nothing to stop it.
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Kiame can get incredibly depressed at times; only when she’s alone, of course. She’ll mope around with herself and no one but herself for hours, contemplating the down sides of life. This is a stark contrast to her public happy face, which is just as genuine, but happens to make her emotions a little unbalanced in how and when they are expressed.
As mentioned before, Kiame is ridiculously clumsy. She’d trip over a blade of grass if it hit her toe the wrong way. The same goes for air. [>>] Atop being clumsy, Kiame is forgetful. Remembering what she had for breakfast is hard enough, and though important memories will stay with her forever she finds it hard to recall more recent things [this is something she needs to work on, as it affects one of her abilities]. Also stated before, the girl is a ridiculous perfectionist. She doesn’t mind the flaws of others, but cannot stand to see them in herself. She will go to any length to ‘fix’ them, always assuming that, in one form or another, she’s got something wrong with her.
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Hesitant and second-guessing, Satsukiame often takes her questioning of things to the extreme. She will wonder and wonder, and when she happens to be wondering about bad things, she can worry until she makes herself sick. This is more easily done when she worries about her loved ones than anyone. The unpleasant part is that she can worry herself sick literally, to the point where she could have real physical pain of her own to worry even more about.
All-in-all, it is easy for all to agree that Satsukiame is a spontaneous disaster -- a beautiful disaster, mind you, but one possessing the devastating intensity of a car crash in every last characteristic that makes up her easily hurt and disillusioned soul. She is like the early-summer rain she was named after; always searching for a connection from a distance, like the clouds of the sky searching for a way to meet the ground. Ever-longing, she reaches for bonds of love and friendship with thousands of individual and subtle actions, gestures, hints -- raindrops, in another word. But she never reaches with a cold determination -- rather, choosing to stretch with an almost desperate sense of urgency towards the thirsting ground and away from her isolation with a warm and flowing gentleness that possesses only a subdued power within. And yet, though she attempts to fufill her deepest desires and dreams, dreams of connecting the ground that is the hearts of others to her lonely place in the sky, she has no control over them. A victim to gravity itself: falling endlessly, and even if her impact with the ground is a terrible one that leaves her desperate to return to her loneliness, she is stranded. Like the rain, the young woman is forever unable to return to the sky, to fall to a new and unsearched territory, or to have rainbows light up her cloudy gray skies without the sunny, radiant light of another's heart to put her there. She is Satsukiame -- the early, unprecedented summer rain.
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Extremely bright lights.
People scaring her on purpose. Scary movies.
Sexual innuendos.
Loud noises. People screaming [it actually makes her dizzy].
Pizza sauce stains. On her only white dress, no less.
Blood.
Fighting and violence in general.
Accidentally stepping on ants! [one of her greatest fears].
Dead things [even bugs; seeing them makes her sad].
When things you leave out overnight to cook for dinner the next day STILL don‘t thaw, and you have to order take out [actually, she sort of likes that…].
Worrying.
Crying. A lot. Which she can‘t control for the life of her.
Being made fun of. Being defenseless.
Fear[/u]. Hatred. Greed.
Being lazy.
Stomach aches [she gets them far too often].
Crossing the street.
The colors black and gray.
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_History ||
The third born granddaughter of Ishida Uryu and Inoue Orihime, Ishida Satsukiame, left the womb and entered the hospital belonging to her grandparents at precisely 5:26 in the morning, upon June 21st, amidst a heavily pouring rain shower. The conditions of the birth left Satsukiame’s mother, a very sensible and pointedly obvious woman, to name her daughter as she did: “early-summer rain”. It wasn’t just early summer, of course -- but the very first day. Perhaps Satsukiame’s mother was the exaggerating sort, too.
Orihime and Uryu themselves arrived just moments after the birth to congratulate the two on the new addition to the family. They happened to arrive around fifteen minutes later than expected. Orihime had taken too long to choose an umbrella at the convenience store they’d passed along the way, the story goes, and so while she stood debating between the pink or the yellow-green [yellow-green was chosen, because it was so much more original than the usual pink for girls, blues for boys], she ended up making the two later than she had told Satsukiame’s mother over the phone after hearing of the baby girl‘s name.
Satsukiame’s mother was the second-born daughter of the Uryu and Orihime, and happened to be a very uncreative though loving woman. She wasn’t much like her mother, Orihime, in any regards, taking a little after her father in her seriousness and organized manners [though she‘s a bit strange in the head at times, Satsukiame notes]. Perhaps the traits skip a generation, perhaps not; either way, Satsukiame was every bit like her grandmother in both looks and personality, even magnified in this aspect, and this was something that her mother or father were both relatively indifferent to.
Her parents are hard hard-working even to this day; and so Satsukiame lives as if she has no parents at all. The only time she ever saw them as a child and rarely ever sees them except for Sundays was at dinnertime. She has taken to eating by herself and doesn’t mind it much, happily inviting over friends and spending time with her relatives instead. In fact, it just so happens that a very good reason Kiame was so much like her grandmother was because she spent so much time around her.
As a child, nearly every day was spent at ‘Grandma’s house’, not hers. Having moved into a home only blocks away within Karakura town on purpose to have such a convenience at hand, Satsukiame learned much of the world through Orihime’s guide and teachings. It’s why she’s so open and loving and kind [and ditzy. Don’t forget ditzy.]. The curious and more realistic side of her comes from her grandfather, who always indulged her and continues to do so with the answers to many of her questions -- he also helps her with math homework, science homework, and sewing projects.
Satsukiame’s schoolwork always came easy to her, as she found all of it very interesting. Science, Art, and Language have interested her most of all so far. Each one is an incarnate part of her personality: her scientist, artist, and talker in her. Yet, having always felt some sort of unacknowledged resentment towards her parents, she has never in her live [since fifth grade] allowed herself to get anything better [or less] than a B+.
Uryu had to explain to Satsukiame why not everyone reacted well when she pointed out the somewhat transparent beings or frightening creatures. When she discovered they were something special only certain people had the ability to see, she herself felt truly special for the first time in her whole life. Since then she has embraced her ability to see ghosts with great passion and has always been celebrated by her family for her obvious spirtual powers, in which category some of her siblings/relatives lacked.
Satsukiame’s life was relatively simple until she was six, when her first spiritual power was discovered. The young girl had a yellow, medium-sized ball that she greatly enjoyed kicking down the sidewalk while carrying her yellow-green umbrella over her shoulder, and always seemed to barely evade danger. This all changed when the little Satsukiame found herself crossing the street rather pleasantly, before a car ran through a red-light and was headed straight for her at 90 miles an hour. As an instinctual reaction, her umbrella activated in the Mamori no Amagasa ability, and though Satsukiame was still blown back a few feet, her spiritual energy managed to create a barrier to protect her from much anything else. The umbrella’s doings was considered a miracle and even made news headlines and front page on the small town’s paper, but soon after the incident was simply forgotten.
Satsukiame’s next big scare was in a grocery store parking lot when she was thirteen. With two full bags of groceries [which were dropped moments later] the young teen watched as a man was thrown aside by one of the giant beasts called hollows, and his young daughter left unguarded. From her position she could do nothing it seemed, but her will and reiatsu together were strong enough to perservere. Here, Satsukiame learned her Hitoiki Fukagyaku ability, and the very first time her hairclip-ring glowed she managed to freeze the beast for a whole five seconds, enabling the girl and father to get back into the store and out of sight. Kiame was forced to use her umbrella ability once before a shinigami arrived. She watched with awe as he cut the beast down, after which asking him questions through her weeping tears for the poor creature she believed he’d just killed. From that day on, Satsukiame was far more interested in protecting the people of her town than in any thoughts of school or college.
She was drawing in the park when her next ability revealed itself. A very small hollow attempted an attack on a small family picnicking, and Satsukiame was on her feet running to them in an instant. Her thoughts immediately went back to earlier that day, when she’d ran her fingers along the bricks of a building on her way to where she was now, and compulsively began to draw the wall with her hand. It sprouted from the ground in front of the picnicking family for a split second before the hollow made impact and actually died, taking the wall along with it. There were some confused men and women holding half-eaten sandwiches in the park that day, but Satsukiame was now able to use her Getjustsusakuhin technique. Though all her techniques are still relatively weak now, she is strong enough to protect her family and friends for the most part and that is what matters to her. Since this day [she was fifteen when it occurred], not much has changed for Satsukiame. Her love interest is as undernourished as always, but her humor is still lively and her will to live, strong as always. [/center][/size]
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;_Name|| Ishida, Satsukiame. [traditional Japanese]
The girl’s first name, pronounced almost the same as it’s spelled [SAH-tsu-key-AH-may], is of Japanese origin, meaning ‘early-summer rain’. 'Ame' alone can mean either rain, or 'hard candy'.
Satsukiame goes by various nicknames. Some of the more common include ‘Satsu’, ‘Kiame', 'Ame', and, as she is occasionally called by the friends of her grandparents, 'Amehime' [meaning 'rain princess' -- though they use the suffix 'hime' to poke at Satsukiame's likeness to her grandmother]. The young woman happens to prefer being called Ame or Kiame opposed to to Satsu, if she must have any nickname at all. To be honest, she prefers just ‘Satsukiame’, the name her mother gave her, but her harmless and accepting nature makes it so she will respond ungrudgingly to most any name by which she is called.
_Age|| Seventeen.
_Gender|| Female.
_Appearance||
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:x: :x:Satsukiame’s face is a sweet face, reminiscent of her mother and grandmother before her. Both youthful and heart-shaped, her facial features have only just begun their transformation into that of a woman. Many question the young lady’s age, as she seems to the eye much younger than she really is. This, of course, isn’t just because of her youthfulness, but because of the animated expressions she often amuses herself and others with as well.
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:x:Though still childlike in some aspects, there is a certain beauty to Satsukiame’s countenance that no child could posses. Full, petal-colored lips almost always reward the world with a bright, pearly-white smile, though if she‘s nervous or bothered she can almost always be seen biting her lip. Her expression rarely ever turns sour but for when it’s part of a lively joke, or if it’s of an exaggerated sort. Her cheekbones are well-placed, relatively high on her face so as to give her every expression a more lifted look. The smooth planes of her cheeks themselves are graced with a seemingly perpetual, light pink blush, which adds to her overall demure yet bubbly look. Small dimples almost always declare themselves during her bouts of uproarious laughter or even her simple grins.
Her eyes are topped off by slightly angled eyebrows and framed by thick, long dark lashes. They are expressive and honest and pretty and unusual, actually changing color quite noticeably and rapidly depending on the emotions the young woman feels. However, more times than not, they can simply be described as her grandfather’s eyes. Yes, it is when she feels most happy, comfortable, excited, pensive, curious, or honest, among many other things, that their irises posses this deep and sensual, royal blue coloring. It’s a depth one can easily find themselves swimming in, a cool yet passionate depth that always manages to dive right back with a piercing intensity into whatever object or person they fall upon. A strange inconsistency with them is that they are also this dark, if not darker, when Satsukiame is to be found crying. This is the only time this sort of thing happens, and is a kind of fluke; too many emotions are flooding them to be a shallow blue, she supposes. And that brings us to the next coloring: the light one. While when her eyes are dark she is most content and expressive, it is when her eyes are light that they are unyielding and reveal and possess nothing at all. No substance but a simple, point-blank one. Shallow, as Satsukiame just called it herself. It is when Kiame’s being is seized with the purest, most absolute terror that her eyes turn this almost stoic, icy, pale sky blue. More medium-natured shades like cobalt or cerulean can be seen when she is only nervous, or when she’s agitated/frustrated, but this pale mirror of the sky is something you definitely want to avoid. It means unresponsiveness on Kiame’s part--as if her icy eyes themselves have managed to leave the entire rest of the young woman’s body completely and utterly frozen. Indeed, a sapphire blue is always one to be hoped for and never the faded hue of fear, if it’s at all possible to avoid.
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:x:The young lady possesses unbelievably smooth, peachy skin over every sensuous curve of her being that constantly retains a healthy bright glow. The only time she pales is when she is afraid or upset; not even the winter can lighten its lovely warm shade. That being said, the summer’s beating rays of sunshine cannot mark it, either. It’s unearthly in the way it resists any attempts at tanning or scarring made by the surrounding world or Satsukiame herself. Still, even if it’s not from this world, it’s remarkably pretty and soft to the touch.
Satsukiame supposes that what womanly features she somewhat lacks facially are made up for and surpassed by her full bust and bottom, as well as the sensuous curve of her hips. She stands at a simple 5 feet 6 inches, nothing to brag or complain about, and possesses long and lightly muscled limbs marked by bony wrists and ankles, long slender fingers, and startlingly pointy elbows and knees. Gently sculpted shoulders prove bring out her wonderful posture quite beautifully.
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:x:The girl wears summer-dresses most commonly -- regardless of the season. In colder weather she might wear boots with her dress rather than flip-flops or zori sandals, and maybe some leggings or a long-sleeved, form-fitting undershirt of some sort, but other than that a plain summer dress is how she dresses. They are of a relatively simple design, too: most are sleeveless [though some are not], ranging in length from the mid-thigh to the mid-calf [most are to the knee], and in the colorings of all sorts of shades of blue, pink, red, orange, green, white, and yellow. The only colors she doesn’t wear are black and gray, both of which she doesn’t like the least bit. Sometimes her dresses will have some sort of crazy pattern or design, but she only wears these when she's in extremely good moods [which, come to think of it, is pretty often]. The only exception to these rules is her school uniform, which she wears with an ounce of contempt [the most of a grudge she has against anything, really]. She’s considered foolish by many as she never wears a coat, though she will wear a hat at times. Another really notable feature about Kiame’s fashion/style is that she is almost always seen with an open umbrella, even when it’s sunny out. If it’s not opened then it’s closed and tucked away in whatever purse or bag she’s carrying [which is always a simple white regardless of shape], but this is rare. Satsukiame has a collection of them, you see-- all different patterns, designs, colors, even shapes. The last count was somewhere around sixty-six. Yes, sixty-six. It just so happens that it was the very first present she was ever given. Her grandparents came to visit her and her parents while still in the hospital right after getting off the phone with them. In the phone call they’d discovered her name, ’Satsukiame’, and Orihime thought it only fitting to bestow the little girl with an umbrella to protect herself…from…herself? You know that Hime-logic -- not that it’s logic, really -- so it’s safe to say that there’s some reason for her starting the umbrella-craze, somewhere out there. Once it’s found, it’s relatively plausible that it will be added onto this whacky, nonsensical side-story. Until then, we just won’t know.
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:x: :xHer hair is almost the shade customary of the Orihime-women descendents, only, it’s more reddish than most. It’s a flowing river of an iridescent, strawberry/orangey-red coloring -- it even has the fragrance of strawberries. Buns, braids, chopsticks, ponytails, half-and-half-- you name it, Satsukiame has probably worn/tried it. Her hair style is always a surprise, and though she used to wear it quite short the length of her hair now falls to the mid upper-arm/halfway down her back/lower shoulder-blade region. It’s naturally straight, though sometimes she’ll wear it with loose, spiraling curls with her bangs always at an ear-tuckable length.
If there’s one accessory that ever always marks Satsukiame’s figure, it’s the ring she wears -- the ring that used to be a hairclip given to her by her grandmother, once they’d discovered the young girls spiritual abilities. Why on earth did it get turned into a ring, and even how, you ask? Well, that’s simple. Satsukiame has always had an awkward grace and clumsiness about her, even as she was young [you would have thought the child didn’t know how to walk until she was seven, with how constantly she fell], and just so happened to step on the clip one day and bend the prongs horribly. Even after her mother attempted to fix it the thing still wouldn’t stay in her hair, and the poor little girl couldn’t stop crying. It was finally resolved when Orihime herself came to the house and bent the rest of the prongs, somehow forming a strange little circle for the child to place her finger through. That, everyone, is not only the sum-up of yet another strange story and how a hairclip can, in fact, become a ring [though I wouldn’t suggest it as a full-proof method for those folks at home needing a finger accessory], but also the end to the appearance of the young woman in question.
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:x: _Power
_Geijutsusakuhin - Work of art
Using the ring/former hairclip on the ring finger of her left hand, Satsukiame can make replicas of objects or people she has touched in the last twenty-four hours, and uses them to attack/defend/do chores/whatever. She does this by creating a clone of them using her own reiatsu and by moving her hand through the air in a general outline of whatever she’s trying to make. She can choose the location the object appears to a certain extent [within a 50-foot radius of her location], and a popular thing with her in regards to both offense and defense is recreating walls or metal poles -- things of that nature. This has its limits, as right now Satsukiame can only have each clone last about [three posts], and can only make three large clones [two medium, four small] per [thread].
_Mamori no Amagasa - Protection of the Umbrella + Aiaigasa - sharing an umbrella.
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Using one of the many from her collection, Satsukiame is able to shield herself from any energy-based attacks by opening the umbrella and reciting the name. It draws from her reiatsu by allowing it to traveling through the handle and rod of the umbrella into the material itself and hardens it against the attack. The umbrella grows or shrinks as necessary. It does not protect against physical attacks entirely, however, blocking some of the time, but not all. If the opponent has a more powerful reiatsu, it will not be effective, and the umbrella will be easily cut through.
In the ‘Aiaigasa’ form of this defensive technique, Satsukiame can use the ability to make the umbrella big enough protect both herself as well as others at the same time/make multiple umbrellas in front of the person/people she wants to protect if it‘s long-range, so she doesn‘t have to dive in front of her friends in order to save them [that‘s what she does for the prior ability].
_Hitoiki Fukagyaku - The Irreversible Pause. -
This is a very powerful ability, and happens to be almost the exact opposite from Orihime’s. It does just as the name says: it creates in irreversible pause. It can only be used once per [thread], and will result in Satsukiame either passing out or becoming very sick afterwards, but it’s effects are undeniably worth it. Satsukiame need only mentally set a perimeter/range for the ability to work within, recite the name, and she’s off to work. The pause can last for up to a minute at the present, depending on the range it’s working on, but does exactly what Orihime’s power could not: it attempts to stop an event from happening before its reversal is even needed. It is extremely useful for stopping blood flow when bandages aren’t immediately available -- can even keep a person from dying for those few, precious moments that count by technically ‘freezing‘ them. It must be used with caution, however, because its one flaw is that if something gets messed up in the pause, no ability can reverse that specific slot of time within whatever range the barrier-type ability affects. Abilities regarding time will simply work around those few moments. Also, though she cannot control it well at all yet, the ability offers the possibility of only affecting certain people or objects during the pause, and even freezing enemies. When it freezes enemies, however, they have the option of resisting it if strong enough.
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_ The Positives ||
Satsukiame is laughable and silly. She enjoys cheering other people up and will do almost anything to get even the slightest bit of a smile out of her friends. More often than not she has some goofy expression planted on her face, and as if by habit she seems to hurt herself or do other funny things at the most opportune, perfect times. Yes, perfect timing is definitely a strength of hers, and even if she is a little unlucky with her footwork, she still loves to bop around and have fun.
Though the young lady isn’t overly bold or forward, she’s extremely curious. She loves to ask questions when given the chance, and might even ask a stranger if a certain query bothers her enough. Satsukiame constantly wonders about all sorts of things. They could end up being as simple a question as, ‘did I leave the oven on?’, or as complex as, ‘what‘s the exact degree for Absolute Zero?’ Either way, she loves to muse on various different topics of all kinds, and is always very pleased when her assumptions or possible reasonings end up being accurate or true.
One of the girl‘s most admirable traits is that she is near always genuine and honest. The only time she’ll lie is to keep others from worrying or wondering about her. She has an openness about everything she does that makes her seem like a girl too innocent for secrets. Her tongue is not one fashioned for lies and deceit, nor is her demeanor. This makes her a good person to confide in as she’ll be very truthful and candid with you, however she is a horrible candidate for secrets and hasn’t ever kept one for more than five minutes.
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:x:Extremely easy to please, many of Satsukiame’s friends keep something shiny or sparkly or brightly colored to keep her occupied when things get boring. Kiame is the sort of girl who could sit with a napkin in a room for three hours and remain entertained by every last bit of its making. She likes to pick things apart, what with her insatiable appetite for knowledge always on the move, and is quite analytical and detail-oriented. Indeed, she’s very much the little scientist in her own respect. Though she relishes in hearing, smelling, seeing and tasting a great deal, Satsukiame would have to say her favorite sense is touch [hence why she's seen feeling things much of the time].
She has acquired over her few years a contentedness in simplicity. She’ll be the first to go into awe at complexly designed things, don’t get me wrong, but the way she herself lives is rather plain. That’s because she is a person able to see the beauty in even the minimal, the unpretentious, the unadorned. She sees just as much beauty in simple things, in fact, as she does in overly showy ones -- if not more. And, though she is, as she calls it, extremely ‘boring’, she is boring in an almost elegant sense. She makes up for her simplistic nature in the ridiculous way she acts and her harebrained, nonsensical schemes. A person who can truly appreciate things can appreciate how she is so non-materialistic, even when the option is there for her. She’s not poor, after all, and has a lovely, decent-sized house with her family. Yet, the young lady certainly shows her true character by making up for her lack of worldly belongings with her overabundance of worldly actions and thoughts. She loves her family and friends and happens to relish them as her material possessions. The few things she does have in a physical sense are priceless and irreplaceable to her. Things like photographs, or mementos. She’d be willing to put herself in harm’s way for most of them.
One of Satsukiame’s best attributes personality-wise is her compassionate, loving, affectionate, understanding and accepting nature. She is compassionate and thinks of others always before herself, never swaying or hesitating when it comes to supporting and remaining loyal to the ones she loves. She tries her hardest always to see how her own actions will affect others so she doesn’t hurt anyone, and the accepting and considerate part of Satsukiame makes her able to relate to others easily. She might be somewhat shy, but this girl will never hesitate to try and comfort even a stranger if she sees them upset.
Satsukiame likes helping people, that’s all there is to it, but most of all she loves being loved back. Through giving others affection and her time she is subconsciously trying to gain it for herself from them as well, though she will pretend and assure herself that she is just as content with a simple ‘thank you’ as an offer to spend an afternoon together, or something of that sort. Satsukiame has friends in all sorts of ‘high and low’ places as she is willing to befriend anyone regardless of wealth or appearance so long as they have a good heart. Many discourage her from doing this and this is one of the few times she will not merely agree and give up what she’s doing. Satsukiame has never put much store in a person’s looks or status, after all, as in her opinion no one really has much control over those sorts of things.
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:x: Satsukiame stands up for others. She has a tender, protective nature, and is motherly towards all she holds dear -- even if they‘re fifty years older than she is. Protecting her loved ones is more important to her than anything, and she‘ll disregard even important schoolwork or meetings or events of that kind if there‘s someone who she needs to help. She is occasionally motivated -- usually when she‘s trying to cheer someone up. It’s times like these when she really shines as both a companion and a giver of advice. She seems to have wisdom beyond her age --probably from all of the time she spends questioning things-- and most times her guidance or solutions to problems work, even if she just makes them up off the top of her head. Her words seem naturally soothing to a person even if what they are saying isn’t necessarily comforting in itself; perhaps it’s just her tone of voice, or the way she occasionally pauses to think things through before continuing on with a sentence. Her voice itself, its tone, as well as the way she speaks all resembles her grandmother greatly. Though she hasn’t used it this way yet with her trying it, this knack of hers could be great for thinking up on-the-spot strategies and plans of action. After all, it’s already great for sudden topic changes when she feels uncomfortable, getting other children younger than her out of the hands of bullies, and making people laugh and shake it off when things are on the verge of becoming violent.
There is not one rule-breaking bone in the young lady‘s body. This can be either a good or bad thing, as though it keeps her out of trouble, she finds it extremely difficult to rebel against authority when it’s in the wrong. On the other hand, however, this is a part of Satsukiame’s manners, which are wonderful regarldess. She is both courteous and charming, finding it easy to treat others with respect even if they don‘t respect her. She doesn’t forget to credit people who help her or her friends, and always says her ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ even if her siblings don’t do the same.
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:x:Satsukiame is very intelligent and artistic. She could probably be first or second in her class, but unfortunately enough, she doesn’t have enough of a backbone to push others out of her way and stand up for her own smarts. She is happy just getting B+’s on everything, striving only this far before allowing others to excel past her. Her artistic side always comes out, however-- if she’s not busy with the sewing club, it’s the painting club, the sculpting club, the pots and bowls and other-things making club, the drawing club, the writing club…you get the idea.
Last, but not least -- this girl is random. Satsukiame is ever-changing due to the superfluous amount of emotions expelling from her every single second she lives, and seems to always be a flip-flopping ball of energy with no particular constraints to her tastes or preferences. She’s quite the insomniac due to the copious amounts of energy she has, too, but that’s another story. This is an explanation of her randomness; one that can be summed up with four simple words: invincible and relentless spontaneity.
_ Likes ||
Big puffy white clouds and rainbows. Rain and thunder and lightning [watching the storms from inside, or playing out in the rain, regardless of whether if it‘s warm enough].
Songs and music that can make her laugh or are danceable to.
Long books involving animals. Love stories.
Animals and strange creatures [bugs do not gross her out].
Comfy chairs/floors/sidewalks/air [because you know she is off her feet more than on them, be it flying towards or having already connected with the ground after tripping/falling/tumbling/etc].
Mustaches made out of paper. [yes, you read that right.]
Poems that rhyme.
Touching everything she sees.
Day-dreaming.
Laughing [uproariously].
Sewing [she‘s extremely skilled at this, having made every article of clothing she wears outside of school].
Getting good grades.
Eating extremely strange, unorthodox foods. Cooking horribly.
Practicing her kanji. Painting/drawing/sketching/doodling.
Jumping up and down.
Spinning around in circles!
Nighttime/extremely dark rooms.
Giving her friends hugs.
Cuddling.
Telling funny jokes.
Telling funny jokes, and having people actually laugh before she follows up with a funny face/trips on something.
Hoping for things. Hoping for fun. Hopping on one foot. Hoping for love.
Seiji Kurosaki.
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[/size][/color] _ The Negatives ||
For every positive aspect of Satsukiame’s personality there seems to be an opposite, more apparent and more dominant [at least, in her own opinion] negative trait to follow along with it. Many don’t think it to be true, but Satsukiame herself does, and she finds it hard to ignore her own flaws like she thinks the ‘many’ themselves do.
For starters, Satsukiame is easily ‘made to do’ a lot of things. She is easily made nervous [which in turn gets her easily confused], easily startled/frightened/scared, easily convinced of lies, easily depressed, easily saddened, easily worried, and constantly second-guesses herself. To start [and the girl doesn’t quite know why], whenever she gets nervous it’s impossible for her to pay attention to what’s going on, let alone listen to anyone. This often gets her into trouble and she can’t stand it, so she avoids high-stress situations at all costs. Only if she’s made to will she do anything really daring, though she’s open to doing most other things.
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:x:Her fear gets a whole mini-paragraph to itself. It controls her, far more than fear should ever control any one person. When she’s really truly scared, she can’t move. It chokes her, even, and she has to fight it just to breath, almost like she's having an asthma attack of sorts. This happens often when she senses high reiatsu in the atmosphere/approaching, and it’s extremely disabling. Satsukiame does her best to hide said fear from others. However, this is difficult, as she is scared by the simplest things, and unable to stand up for herself in any form. Those who know of her fear often call her ‘gutless’ [at least she thinks they do], and though she eats on a regular basis, she often agrees with them.
Satsukiame is gullible as sin. Actually -- no, she isn’t, but she pretends to be for the sake of not offending someone else for not trusting them. She’s actually quite sharp-witted and can see through lies almost the moment they are being spoken. However, she never speaks up against them, so many words go unsaid. In this sense she is unseeing and oblivious, albeit by choice, to the evils and hate that surround her. It kills her to look on and not act, but it’s what she does out of fear. A lot of the time she’ll lock herself up in her room and just cry for no reason other than that she knows someone else out there is feeling some sort of pain, and she has done nothing to stop it.
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:x:Kiame can get incredibly depressed at times; only when she’s alone, of course. She’ll mope around with herself and no one but herself for hours, contemplating the down sides of life. This is a stark contrast to her public happy face, which is just as genuine, but happens to make her emotions a little unbalanced in how and when they are expressed.
As mentioned before, Kiame is ridiculously clumsy. She’d trip over a blade of grass if it hit her toe the wrong way. The same goes for air. [>>] Atop being clumsy, Kiame is forgetful. Remembering what she had for breakfast is hard enough, and though important memories will stay with her forever she finds it hard to recall more recent things [this is something she needs to work on, as it affects one of her abilities]. Also stated before, the girl is a ridiculous perfectionist. She doesn’t mind the flaws of others, but cannot stand to see them in herself. She will go to any length to ‘fix’ them, always assuming that, in one form or another, she’s got something wrong with her.
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:x:Hesitant and second-guessing, Satsukiame often takes her questioning of things to the extreme. She will wonder and wonder, and when she happens to be wondering about bad things, she can worry until she makes herself sick. This is more easily done when she worries about her loved ones than anyone. The unpleasant part is that she can worry herself sick literally, to the point where she could have real physical pain of her own to worry even more about.
All-in-all, it is easy for all to agree that Satsukiame is a spontaneous disaster -- a beautiful disaster, mind you, but one possessing the devastating intensity of a car crash in every last characteristic that makes up her easily hurt and disillusioned soul. She is like the early-summer rain she was named after; always searching for a connection from a distance, like the clouds of the sky searching for a way to meet the ground. Ever-longing, she reaches for bonds of love and friendship with thousands of individual and subtle actions, gestures, hints -- raindrops, in another word. But she never reaches with a cold determination -- rather, choosing to stretch with an almost desperate sense of urgency towards the thirsting ground and away from her isolation with a warm and flowing gentleness that possesses only a subdued power within. And yet, though she attempts to fufill her deepest desires and dreams, dreams of connecting the ground that is the hearts of others to her lonely place in the sky, she has no control over them. A victim to gravity itself: falling endlessly, and even if her impact with the ground is a terrible one that leaves her desperate to return to her loneliness, she is stranded. Like the rain, the young woman is forever unable to return to the sky, to fall to a new and unsearched territory, or to have rainbows light up her cloudy gray skies without the sunny, radiant light of another's heart to put her there. She is Satsukiame -- the early, unprecedented summer rain.
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:x:_ Dislikes ||
Extremely bright lights.
People scaring her on purpose. Scary movies.
Sexual innuendos.
Loud noises. People screaming [it actually makes her dizzy].
Pizza sauce stains. On her only white dress, no less.
Blood.
Fighting and violence in general.
Accidentally stepping on ants! [one of her greatest fears].
Dead things [even bugs; seeing them makes her sad].
When things you leave out overnight to cook for dinner the next day STILL don‘t thaw, and you have to order take out [actually, she sort of likes that…].
Worrying.
Crying. A lot. Which she can‘t control for the life of her.
Being made fun of. Being defenseless.
Fear
Being lazy.
Stomach aches [she gets them far too often].
Crossing the street.
The colors black and gray.
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:x:_History ||
The third born granddaughter of Ishida Uryu and Inoue Orihime, Ishida Satsukiame, left the womb and entered the hospital belonging to her grandparents at precisely 5:26 in the morning, upon June 21st, amidst a heavily pouring rain shower. The conditions of the birth left Satsukiame’s mother, a very sensible and pointedly obvious woman, to name her daughter as she did: “early-summer rain”. It wasn’t just early summer, of course -- but the very first day. Perhaps Satsukiame’s mother was the exaggerating sort, too.
Orihime and Uryu themselves arrived just moments after the birth to congratulate the two on the new addition to the family. They happened to arrive around fifteen minutes later than expected. Orihime had taken too long to choose an umbrella at the convenience store they’d passed along the way, the story goes, and so while she stood debating between the pink or the yellow-green [yellow-green was chosen, because it was so much more original than the usual pink for girls, blues for boys], she ended up making the two later than she had told Satsukiame’s mother over the phone after hearing of the baby girl‘s name.
Satsukiame’s mother was the second-born daughter of the Uryu and Orihime, and happened to be a very uncreative though loving woman. She wasn’t much like her mother, Orihime, in any regards, taking a little after her father in her seriousness and organized manners [though she‘s a bit strange in the head at times, Satsukiame notes]. Perhaps the traits skip a generation, perhaps not; either way, Satsukiame was every bit like her grandmother in both looks and personality, even magnified in this aspect, and this was something that her mother or father were both relatively indifferent to.
Her parents are hard hard-working even to this day; and so Satsukiame lives as if she has no parents at all. The only time she ever saw them as a child and rarely ever sees them except for Sundays was at dinnertime. She has taken to eating by herself and doesn’t mind it much, happily inviting over friends and spending time with her relatives instead. In fact, it just so happens that a very good reason Kiame was so much like her grandmother was because she spent so much time around her.
As a child, nearly every day was spent at ‘Grandma’s house’, not hers. Having moved into a home only blocks away within Karakura town on purpose to have such a convenience at hand, Satsukiame learned much of the world through Orihime’s guide and teachings. It’s why she’s so open and loving and kind [and ditzy. Don’t forget ditzy.]. The curious and more realistic side of her comes from her grandfather, who always indulged her and continues to do so with the answers to many of her questions -- he also helps her with math homework, science homework, and sewing projects.
Satsukiame’s schoolwork always came easy to her, as she found all of it very interesting. Science, Art, and Language have interested her most of all so far. Each one is an incarnate part of her personality: her scientist, artist, and talker in her. Yet, having always felt some sort of unacknowledged resentment towards her parents, she has never in her live [since fifth grade] allowed herself to get anything better [or less] than a B+.
Uryu had to explain to Satsukiame why not everyone reacted well when she pointed out the somewhat transparent beings or frightening creatures. When she discovered they were something special only certain people had the ability to see, she herself felt truly special for the first time in her whole life. Since then she has embraced her ability to see ghosts with great passion and has always been celebrated by her family for her obvious spirtual powers, in which category some of her siblings/relatives lacked.
Satsukiame’s life was relatively simple until she was six, when her first spiritual power was discovered. The young girl had a yellow, medium-sized ball that she greatly enjoyed kicking down the sidewalk while carrying her yellow-green umbrella over her shoulder, and always seemed to barely evade danger. This all changed when the little Satsukiame found herself crossing the street rather pleasantly, before a car ran through a red-light and was headed straight for her at 90 miles an hour. As an instinctual reaction, her umbrella activated in the Mamori no Amagasa ability, and though Satsukiame was still blown back a few feet, her spiritual energy managed to create a barrier to protect her from much anything else. The umbrella’s doings was considered a miracle and even made news headlines and front page on the small town’s paper, but soon after the incident was simply forgotten.
Satsukiame’s next big scare was in a grocery store parking lot when she was thirteen. With two full bags of groceries [which were dropped moments later] the young teen watched as a man was thrown aside by one of the giant beasts called hollows, and his young daughter left unguarded. From her position she could do nothing it seemed, but her will and reiatsu together were strong enough to perservere. Here, Satsukiame learned her Hitoiki Fukagyaku ability, and the very first time her hairclip-ring glowed she managed to freeze the beast for a whole five seconds, enabling the girl and father to get back into the store and out of sight. Kiame was forced to use her umbrella ability once before a shinigami arrived. She watched with awe as he cut the beast down, after which asking him questions through her weeping tears for the poor creature she believed he’d just killed. From that day on, Satsukiame was far more interested in protecting the people of her town than in any thoughts of school or college.
She was drawing in the park when her next ability revealed itself. A very small hollow attempted an attack on a small family picnicking, and Satsukiame was on her feet running to them in an instant. Her thoughts immediately went back to earlier that day, when she’d ran her fingers along the bricks of a building on her way to where she was now, and compulsively began to draw the wall with her hand. It sprouted from the ground in front of the picnicking family for a split second before the hollow made impact and actually died, taking the wall along with it. There were some confused men and women holding half-eaten sandwiches in the park that day, but Satsukiame was now able to use her Getjustsusakuhin technique. Though all her techniques are still relatively weak now, she is strong enough to protect her family and friends for the most part and that is what matters to her. Since this day [she was fifteen when it occurred], not much has changed for Satsukiame. Her love interest is as undernourished as always, but her humor is still lively and her will to live, strong as always. [/center][/size]
_RP sample ||
“Late! Late! LatelatelatelatelAYHT-” Her breathless, slightly high-pitched self-scoldings ran off into a kind of yelp mixed with a gasp mixed with a squeal at the end as she connected head-on with the back of the unfortunate, yet to her quite recognizable figure that was so unlucky as to have still been in the halls at the time the young woman arrived. A graceless fall was in order, for sure -- but, the fall did not come so easily.
Ishida Satsukiame fun-fact Number One: to this girl, injuries never come simply nor willingly.
And so it was that the girl found her relatively petite frame slamming right into Kurosaki Seiji’s certainly taller and more intimidating form, stumbling for a moment as she tried to retain balance after the impact, flailing her arms about quite rapidly in the air as she found no such balance available to her and discovered herself tipping towards the ground, tripping over her own two feet as she spun around a bit mid-sail, all before landing on the hard floor of the corridor with a loud and slightly painful thud.
“Ow!” Satsukiame sat up abruptly. Her eyes concealed their presence from the world for a moment behind peachy and make-up-less eyelids, shut tight against the sudden surge of startled fear threatening to overcome her. Her entire body remained rigid from its tensing up against the sure impact that had already ensued. The bell for the beginning of homeroom rang, unnoticed, and after a moment more somewhat cobalt-hued irises were re-introduced to their surroundings. A dazed look had overcome the expression upon the young woman’s heart-shaped face, ever-pink cheeks a shade darker than usual due to her present rushed and overall flustered demeanor. Kiame’s eyes were wide as she scrambled to her feet in a hurried fashion, realizing that what she had hit had not been the usual wall or door or window or pole or table. No, no such things were present in the middle of a hallway. What was present, however, was one certain individual by the name of Kurosaki, Seiji -- Satsukiame’s eyes were now as wide as saucers, and the pink tinge of her cheeks darkened just a few more shades.
“Wah!” A yell of both a strange and indistinguishably emotional origin escaped the young lady’s petal-pink lips as she rushed forward despite herself, ignoring the books and papers and pens and lunch of her own that had went flying and now remained scattered all over the floor. “Kurosaki-san!” The teen exclaimed, hovering over him like an outrageously buzzing, yet not quite unlikable pest. “Ah! - Are you alright? - I’m so sorry! - I was going to be late and I was rushing, and not looking where I was going, and…wah! I’m late! No, we’re late! Come on, Kurosaki-san!” Without necessarily hesitating to receive consent from the boy, Satsukiame grabbed hold of one of his arms with her two small hands and hoisted him up to his feet with fairly relative ease, afterwards taking a strong grip on his one wrist and pulling him along with her down the hallway as she began her race again. Unfortunately for both members of the now seeming accident-prone party, the young woman only realized then that she’d left all of her books and personal items lying all about the wooden corridor floor.
“Oh no! Eek!” She halted suddenly and ended up bumping back into the Kurosaki boy with a surprising amount of force, before moving around him and diving towards the ground where her possessions lay [whether or not she tripped again or actually meant to land so hard on her knees there on the floor is debatable]. Kiame hadn’t stopped to consider, however, how she had yet to release her grip on Kurosaki Seiji’s wrist, and quickly did so with a flickering glance of apology in his direction [though not necessarily meeting his gaze].
“Crap! Crap, crap crap! Late!” The girl was now stashing all of her items into a messy and crumpled sort of pile in her arms, shaking her head of strawberry-orange-red tresses to and fro as she did so. Even as she rushed however, her glaringly obvious, high-strung nature seemed to calm a bit, as if she realized to some extent that there was no way to stop them from being late now.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Kurosaki-san,” she flushed pink again, clambering to her feet as she turned to face him. Her eyes had gone from the cobalt they’d been earlier to a deep, shimmering sapphire blue in color, almost in seconds. These eyes did not meet Seiji’s, however: either she was much too embarrassed to do such a thing at the time, or much too shy. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Sensei that it was all my fault, and you won’t have to serve any kind of detention or anything.” Her voice was a little breathy from all her running about but nonetheless reassuring in its tone, and she managed a faint, embarrassed flash of her pearly-white teeth in a smile before she spoke again with a more exasperated sound to her words. “I can be such a disorganized klutz, sometimes! I hope you can forgive me, Kurosaki-san. Though, I seem to do this too often, so maybe it would be better if you didn’t forgive me. Then, maybe I wouldn’t run into people so much.”
Her logic was questionable but there as she talked quite fast before realizing, yet again, that she was not supposed to be standing in the hall and socializing. “Oh no! I’m rambling! And we’re late!” It was with that the young woman turned on her heel and prepared to head to class, so long as the Kurosaki boy didn’t stop her. Indeed, Satsukiame ended up straying far from her original plan of action when she woke up to the ringing of her silly pink alarm clock that she’d been given when she was eight, and crawled out of the warm and comfortable, pastel-colored sheets of her bed. As she ate her usual breakfast of whatever was in the refrigerator [this time it happened to be some carrots, lentils, and a kind of bean-jam spread all eaten together with some rice crackers], brushed her teeth and combed her hair, grudgingly donned her boring gray school uniform, and slipped on her simple black shoes, the girl hadn’t expected to run directly into Kurosaki, Seiji, a relative within a family that was considered to be of the ’family friend’ sort to the Ishida’s. As she bumbled along a little tiredly through her cool, empty, and somewhat lonely house, she hadn’t planned on being late, nor making a fellow classmate of her‘s and possibly more interesting boy to the young lady than she was willing to admit late as well. When Satsukiame finally left for the walk to school, stopping to admire a bumblebee that was sitting on a great fuchsia flower sticking out of a bush lining the sidewalk -- it was only than that she checked the watch on her wrist, and realized she had spent more time coating her lentils with jam than she’d thought. And so she had raced, and rushed, and bolted and dashed, and -- well, you’ve already heard what happened after she made it to the school.
Needless to say, Satsukiame was already having an unusually, somewhat regrettably eventful day.
“Late! Late! LatelatelatelatelAYHT-” Her breathless, slightly high-pitched self-scoldings ran off into a kind of yelp mixed with a gasp mixed with a squeal at the end as she connected head-on with the back of the unfortunate, yet to her quite recognizable figure that was so unlucky as to have still been in the halls at the time the young woman arrived. A graceless fall was in order, for sure -- but, the fall did not come so easily.
Ishida Satsukiame fun-fact Number One: to this girl, injuries never come simply nor willingly.
And so it was that the girl found her relatively petite frame slamming right into Kurosaki Seiji’s certainly taller and more intimidating form, stumbling for a moment as she tried to retain balance after the impact, flailing her arms about quite rapidly in the air as she found no such balance available to her and discovered herself tipping towards the ground, tripping over her own two feet as she spun around a bit mid-sail, all before landing on the hard floor of the corridor with a loud and slightly painful thud.
“Ow!” Satsukiame sat up abruptly. Her eyes concealed their presence from the world for a moment behind peachy and make-up-less eyelids, shut tight against the sudden surge of startled fear threatening to overcome her. Her entire body remained rigid from its tensing up against the sure impact that had already ensued. The bell for the beginning of homeroom rang, unnoticed, and after a moment more somewhat cobalt-hued irises were re-introduced to their surroundings. A dazed look had overcome the expression upon the young woman’s heart-shaped face, ever-pink cheeks a shade darker than usual due to her present rushed and overall flustered demeanor. Kiame’s eyes were wide as she scrambled to her feet in a hurried fashion, realizing that what she had hit had not been the usual wall or door or window or pole or table. No, no such things were present in the middle of a hallway. What was present, however, was one certain individual by the name of Kurosaki, Seiji -- Satsukiame’s eyes were now as wide as saucers, and the pink tinge of her cheeks darkened just a few more shades.
“Wah!” A yell of both a strange and indistinguishably emotional origin escaped the young lady’s petal-pink lips as she rushed forward despite herself, ignoring the books and papers and pens and lunch of her own that had went flying and now remained scattered all over the floor. “Kurosaki-san!” The teen exclaimed, hovering over him like an outrageously buzzing, yet not quite unlikable pest. “Ah! - Are you alright? - I’m so sorry! - I was going to be late and I was rushing, and not looking where I was going, and…wah! I’m late! No, we’re late! Come on, Kurosaki-san!” Without necessarily hesitating to receive consent from the boy, Satsukiame grabbed hold of one of his arms with her two small hands and hoisted him up to his feet with fairly relative ease, afterwards taking a strong grip on his one wrist and pulling him along with her down the hallway as she began her race again. Unfortunately for both members of the now seeming accident-prone party, the young woman only realized then that she’d left all of her books and personal items lying all about the wooden corridor floor.
“Oh no! Eek!” She halted suddenly and ended up bumping back into the Kurosaki boy with a surprising amount of force, before moving around him and diving towards the ground where her possessions lay [whether or not she tripped again or actually meant to land so hard on her knees there on the floor is debatable]. Kiame hadn’t stopped to consider, however, how she had yet to release her grip on Kurosaki Seiji’s wrist, and quickly did so with a flickering glance of apology in his direction [though not necessarily meeting his gaze].
“Crap! Crap, crap crap! Late!” The girl was now stashing all of her items into a messy and crumpled sort of pile in her arms, shaking her head of strawberry-orange-red tresses to and fro as she did so. Even as she rushed however, her glaringly obvious, high-strung nature seemed to calm a bit, as if she realized to some extent that there was no way to stop them from being late now.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Kurosaki-san,” she flushed pink again, clambering to her feet as she turned to face him. Her eyes had gone from the cobalt they’d been earlier to a deep, shimmering sapphire blue in color, almost in seconds. These eyes did not meet Seiji’s, however: either she was much too embarrassed to do such a thing at the time, or much too shy. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell Sensei that it was all my fault, and you won’t have to serve any kind of detention or anything.” Her voice was a little breathy from all her running about but nonetheless reassuring in its tone, and she managed a faint, embarrassed flash of her pearly-white teeth in a smile before she spoke again with a more exasperated sound to her words. “I can be such a disorganized klutz, sometimes! I hope you can forgive me, Kurosaki-san. Though, I seem to do this too often, so maybe it would be better if you didn’t forgive me. Then, maybe I wouldn’t run into people so much.”
Her logic was questionable but there as she talked quite fast before realizing, yet again, that she was not supposed to be standing in the hall and socializing. “Oh no! I’m rambling! And we’re late!” It was with that the young woman turned on her heel and prepared to head to class, so long as the Kurosaki boy didn’t stop her. Indeed, Satsukiame ended up straying far from her original plan of action when she woke up to the ringing of her silly pink alarm clock that she’d been given when she was eight, and crawled out of the warm and comfortable, pastel-colored sheets of her bed. As she ate her usual breakfast of whatever was in the refrigerator [this time it happened to be some carrots, lentils, and a kind of bean-jam spread all eaten together with some rice crackers], brushed her teeth and combed her hair, grudgingly donned her boring gray school uniform, and slipped on her simple black shoes, the girl hadn’t expected to run directly into Kurosaki, Seiji, a relative within a family that was considered to be of the ’family friend’ sort to the Ishida’s. As she bumbled along a little tiredly through her cool, empty, and somewhat lonely house, she hadn’t planned on being late, nor making a fellow classmate of her‘s and possibly more interesting boy to the young lady than she was willing to admit late as well. When Satsukiame finally left for the walk to school, stopping to admire a bumblebee that was sitting on a great fuchsia flower sticking out of a bush lining the sidewalk -- it was only than that she checked the watch on her wrist, and realized she had spent more time coating her lentils with jam than she’d thought. And so she had raced, and rushed, and bolted and dashed, and -- well, you’ve already heard what happened after she made it to the school.
Needless to say, Satsukiame was already having an unusually, somewhat regrettably eventful day.
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