Kikelatami, Mirany; [Complete.]

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N A M E ;
Kikelatami, Mirany.

G E N D E R ;
female.

A G E ;
ten; december thirty-first.

C U R S E ;
ghost of STORMS&ICE.

D E S C R I P T I O N ;
Her violet-tinted black hair is straight and silky, falling down an inch above her shoulders in the front, but cut at her neckline in the back.
Her bangs are parted at her right, and fall over her eyes, sometimes blocking them from one's view. If one were to get up close and smell her
hair, they would find that it smelled lightly of strawberries. Her eyes are brilliant shades of purple: the left one a pale greyish purple,
the right one a vibrant violet. Her cheekbones are neither too low, nor too high, but placed near the height of the end of her nose. Her nose
is small, but not too thin, and slightly upturned. Her lips are pale and thin, and her face is round and childlike, giving her the appearance
of a young elementary school girl.

Any one who looks upon her body can instantly tell that she is more built for speed and balance, rather than strength and endurance. She is
rather thin, with little to no chest development and a narrow waist. Being below average height, she doesn't look gaunt, just a little too
thin; she is a grand total of four feet two inches, weighing somewhere between 65 and 70 pounds. Her small size, however, gives her an advantage
by making her quick and agile. Her arms are frail and there are no visible muscles on them. Her skin color is almost startling to look upon:
a pale ivy tone that makes her appear sickly and accompanies her scrawny stature. It was as if she was born from the snow, but, when felt, her
skin is rather warm to the touch.

Her style of clothing and accessories varies, but mostly depends on the season. In school, she wears her uniform without adjustment, but she
usually fusses over the length of the skirt and tries to make it appear longer than it is. She doesn't necessarily have a 'style,' so to say,
in clothing, but it falls closer to the ‘loli’ style, whereas most of the clothes she wears are cute, childish clothes. With short skirts,
sometimes, she can be seen with a pair of sweatpants under them. Her hair, although usually let out, can sometimes be adorned with a simple
headband or ribbon. Around her wrist, she always wears the white I.D. bracelet for the member with the curse of the ghost of storms and ice.
Sometimes her arms are adorned with arm socks or wrist bands, but not usually; instead, she opts for her light pink and silver wrist watch most
of the time. On her feet are usually either sneakers or boots, except during the warmer months when she chooses flip-flops and sandals over the
previous two. For formal events, she wears anything from traditional Japanese kimonos to flowing gowns and high heels. She is not very picky
about her clothes, but the few peeves she does have are the following: [1]Her skirts cannot be shorter than an inch and a half above her
knees; [2]Her clothes cannot be skin tight; and [3]She refuses to wear anything that leaves her feeling even semi-naked.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y ;
Mirany has a loud personality, but it's as if the volume is on mute. When she first meets someone, she is shy and quiet beyond belief, always
nervous about the impression she is giving off. She will speak very little, making her responses seem like curt retorts. Around people she knows
and is comfortable around, however, she can be very outgoing and cheerful. It all really depends on who she is around, where she is, and how many
people are there. Although her personality can be very different based on who she's around, there are some attributes about her that never change.
She always does her best, no matter what she's doing, and tries her absolute hardest. Whether its an old friend or a complete stranger, she tries
to please everyone. The phrase she lives by is, "There's nothing as rewarding as helping someone." She tends to worry about everyone around her,
and puts them before herself. She wants people to like her and worries about what everyone thinks of her.

Mirany can almost always be seen with her iPod. It drowns out noise along with sadness, hurt, and anger. She absolutely loves it and almost
always listens to her music, whether as just a background noise or as a distraction. But she doesn't like the loud screaming music or 'emo'
songs or heavy metal or anything like that; she thinks they're stupid waste of time and a pathetic excuse for music. In fact, they're one of
the only things she actually hates. Instead, she likes peaceful and calm music, or something she can sing along to easily. She can often
be seen singing or dancing, too, no matter if she has her iPod or not.

Her appearance gives off a frail, innocent, and clueless effect, which, in fact, is true. She knows very little about how hard the real world can
be, and there are many things she does not understand. One things about her that sets her apart from most people is her courage, commitment, and
values. She is brave beyond anyone else her age or size. When she starts something, she sticks to it until the very end. She is firm about her
beliefs, and it takes a lot to waver her opinion. When her mind is set to something, she will carry it out until the task has been fulfilled, and
there is very little that can change that. Whether its her beliefs, values, or ideas, she'll stick with it. Consequences mean nothing to her as
long as she's doing what she believes is right, what her heart tells her.

Mirany is an accident child. She is prone to danger, and is very clumsy and quick to react. She is extremely accident prone, and ends up
tripping on her own feet most of the time if there's nothing else to trip over. She is absentminded and a dreamer, and has a short attention span,
unless, of course, she's trying to concentrate. Then she can retain all the facts in perfect sequence, allowing her straight A's in school, and
even to skip two years from middle school. One thing she can always concentrate on, however, is cooking. She loves to cook and bake, and just to
make food out of nothing, as if it appeared by magic. And she loves to run, to have the feeling of being free. It's about the only thing she can
do without falling.

Mirany has a good heart and a strong unyielding will. Her small size makes her very quick and agile. Sometimes, Mirany's kindheartedness makes her
too trusting of people, which could lead to her ultimate downfall. She isn't very strong, but knows how to take care of herself. Most of the time,
Mirany doesn't understand the situations she throws herself into without thinking, but she doesn't underestimate her opponents. She is openly afraid of
many things, but fears loneliness, pain, and thunder more than most other things.

Overall, Mirany is agreeable and open to experience, and always tries to find the good side of everyone. She is content and happy with the life she
is leading, and wouldn't change the world as it is for anything.

But most of all, she tries to keep the emptiness smothered on the inside so it won't resurface. She tries to keep it down so it won't fill her.

H I S T O R Y ;
Mirany was an accident.

She wasn't supposed to be born; her parents weren't even married. They married just as soon as they found out they were to have a child, and even
then, they hoped for a boy, so he could carry on her father's textile business. But no, instead, they got Mirany. And to make matters even worse,
it turned out she was cursed.

Her mother was upset; her father was angry. And both blamed each other. They would always argue and yell and scream at each other, and as Mirany
got older, it just got worse and worse. She apparently wasn't the child they had wanted, and instead of agreeing on the fact, they couldn't seem
to get over it and stop blaming each other. Mirany would have had it any other way, even if they had blamed her. But no; they didn't. And Mirany
eventually got to the point where she would blame herself. At just the tender age of six, she started wondering why they had even given birth to
her.

That was when she started running. She would just leave the house when she wanted to -- none of her parents even notice -- and she would run. She
put her heart into running, and is part of the track team at her junior high to this day. She was even awarded a scholarship for when she would be
in highschool if she joined the track team.

Mirany's parents were never home, and to fill up the silence and emptiness she started to listen to music all the time. She loves her iPod and always
has it with her. And when they were home, they would be yelling. Music was the perfect way to block out the sound.

Eventually, her parents stopped paying the bills and they had to exchange their large house for a small one. Even in the smaller one, there were few
lights, and the ones they did have worked randomly. But instead of adjusting to the darkness, Mirany became afraid of it.

At eight, her parents divorced. Her iPod and running were the biggest part of her then, as she never stayed home for fear of what her parents might
say to each other. Somehow, over eight years, they had developed more than few arguments that they would never let down; it wasn't even blaming the
other for Mirany's birth anymore. Now it was blaming the other for everything. After the divorce, Mirany had to live with her mother, but
she didn't care; she wouldn't have preferred her father anymore than she would have her mother.

At nine, her mother died. They were in the car going to visit her grandparents, but her mother wasn't entirely sober -- she was completely and utterly
drunk. Maybe she was trying to kill both of them, or maybe not. Mirany would never know, but she doesn't like to dwell on the fact much. It was a rainy
day and they were approaching a narrow bend in the road, when the car suddenly went skidding into a tree. Her mother was delivered instant death, but
Mirany was trapped beneath the overturned car until someone on the abandoned road noticed and called for help. It was night at the time of the accident,
and the darkness in that small space beneath the car made Mirany claustrophobic.

It was a wonder how Mirany survived with just a broken leg, when her mom died. And surprisingly, Mirany found herself not crying at the funeral. She found
herself not caring, because it had been as if her mother hadn't existed for Mirany's entire life anyway. And thus the emptiness proceeded to fill her.

Instead of going to live with her father, Mirany went to live at the main family estate, and there she lives to this day.

O T H E R ;
. l i k e s .
[.x.] Running; [.x.]
[.x.] Singing&Dancing; [.x.]
[.x.] Music; [.x.]
[.x.] Challenges; [.x.]
[.x.] Butterflies; [.x.]
[.x.] Books&Literature; [.x.]
[.x.] Nature; [.x.]
[.x.] Cooking; [.x.]
[.x.] Water; [.x.]
[.x.] The colors Pink&White; [.x.]
[.x.] [Studying] History; [.x.]
[.x.] The Outdoors&The Sun; [.x.]
[.x.] Wind; [.x.]
[.x.] Strawberries; [.x.]
[.x.] The feeling of freedom; [.x.]

. h a t e s .
[.x.] Fighting&Violence; [.x.]
[.x.] Screaming&Yelling; [.x.]
[.x.] Loud Noises; [.x.]
[.x.] Being ill; [.x.]
[.x.] Rumors&Gossip; [.x.]
[.x.] Loneliness; [.x.]
[.x.] Feeling empty; [.x.]
[.x.] Heights; [.x.]
[.x.] Thunder; [.x.]
[.x.] Fire; [.x.]
[.x.] Rain&Snow; [.x.]
[.x.] [Thunder]Storms; [.x.]
[.x.] Crying; [.x.]
[.x.] Darkness; [.x.]
[.x.] Small Spaces; [.x.]

R O L E P L A Y . S A M P L E ;
The wind was a soft whisper that ruffled her hair and the grass -- which was still slightly wet with morning dew -- at her feet. It came from the
south, where the ocean was, and went towards the north, where the Shizen estate was, and behind that to the slightly hilly forest on the outskirts
of the town -- which was where Mirany happened to be at the time when the breeze came in. The sun was high above her, almost directly in the center
of the sky, which meant it was almost noon. It beat down on her where she sat on an inclined clearing in the forest, but she hardly noticed. No...
her eyes were focused on the small glimmer of deep blue in the distance that peered out from behind the deep green of the forest. Her violet eyes
were glued to it as she watched how it shimmered and sparkled in the sunlight. Had she been asked at that moment to describe it, only one word would
come to mind.

Magical.

Yes, at that precise moment, the ocean in the distance held a magical quality that nothing could replace. It was beautiful, ethereal, even, as if it
held the answer's to all of life's problems. Although Mirany knew that that was impossible. The water had always called to the young girl... maybe
because she was the Pisces of the zodiac. Or maybe not. After all, she didn't even know how to swim. Even so, it was one of those rare moments for
her to be sitting silently, peaceful and at ease, not running around or playing or doing anything, really -- she was just sitting there, watching the
ocean. Also, the water reminded her of her dreams, of what she liked to do, of... her mother. The water transmitted to her an overwhelming desire to
sing, just as she had used to.

Even as she was mature for her age, this sort of moment was rare. So rare it was, that this moment of silence could be shattered by a single
action of interruption -- snapped like a twig. And that's exactly how it happened.

One moment, Mirany was staring at the ocean, and the next moment, a small white butterfly fluttered in her peripheral view and she was on her feet in
a split second, chasing after it. Had she been asked later what she had been doing, she probably wouldn't remember. But maybe that was what made those
rare moments of peace so special. Even so, at that moment, she was more intrigued in the butterfly than preoccupied with her previous thoughts.

So she chased the small white insect down the hill, her eyes only for the small swallowtail. The next few minutes happened all too fast for her: she
passed the small pond in the center of the forest, and ended up going in a complete circle. By the time she had finally caught the butterfly and it was
resting in her hands, she had been back at the pond for maybe the third of fourth time in what seemed like five minutes. Now that she held it, she studied
it closer. It was small, white, with no markings on its wings.

So tiny...

The butterfly was, in fact, extremely tiny compared to any human on earth. It's wings were so thin, they were translucent. She was afraid to even hold
it any longer, as if it may snap beneath her gentle touch. Alas, she held out her arms and opened her cupped hands, allowing the butterfly to escape and
fly away, as free as it had been before. And she watched it flutter its wings, soaring over the air beneath them. She watched it travel to the way the
breeze was flowing, and held up a hand to hold back a few stray tufts of hair that threatened to block her vision. Her violet gaze held to the small insect
as it flew away and did not move until it had fluttered behind the trees in the distance. Even then, her eyes were frozen to the spot she had last seen it,
and she was lost in her own thoughts.

But all she could think about was how free the butterfly was.

P A R E N T S ;
Alice Kikelatami // deceased; xxx Alexander Osarkon // location unknown;
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