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[Yuki | Himura Twins]

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[atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top] SPECIALIST Genjustsu-Taijutsu Gen: - - - - - - Tai: - - - - - - Ninjutsu: - - - - Clan: - - - - Misc: - - - - - Freebies - - - Starter Techniques - - - - -

[Yuki | Himura Twins]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] PERSONALITY[style=background-image: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/jfvu4z.png); width: 420px; height: 180px; border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.9;] [/style] [style=float: left; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 80px; color: #282828; line-height: 60px; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.7; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 13px;] I am a woman of many talents, one being my aesthetically pleasing personality. Many would call me 'off putting' and maybe even toxic but I, being the witness of many an act of course deny such accusations, of course because they simply aren't true. My observation skills are hard to beat but sadly are only honed because of my involuntary addiction to boredom. Tell me do you think any addiction is involuntary? It never seems to start that way... But continuing from my previous ramble, the boredom which defines my very soul consumes me, in a way that most would not expect. It lets me... Indulge in the frivolous nonsense of everyday life. For that I could not be more grateful. sigh My day always seems to end.... Me alone, as me alone, staring out a window, with no one to share. Knowing that my sad and painful ignorance can only shield me for so long. The world that I so dearly want to love, that I want to THRIVE in but it NEVER fulfills my expectations. NEVER. EVER. sigh Is such a task really so ambitious? Can my shell... really be so empty? Sometimes I think so. I just never know these days; partly because I don't want to.I've had enough of depressing myself now. I want to talk about what I set out to talk about in the first place. Myself. Now, I would say that I have a sort of 'unique' intelligence. I say this because although my IQ or anything like that isn't pristine, one could say I have a rare understanding of the world. Abstract, if you will. Hah, maybe some would even go as far to call me autistic because of some of my obsessive and nonchalant behaviors, such as my love of pencils (which I'll regretfully explain later). Though don't take this to mean I am against anyone who's autistic and am simply mocking them -- it's far from that. For I treat each and every person with... Respect. Some uh, genders, more than others. Don't get me wrong; I'm not slut. I just have a lot of love to give to others. It just so happens that unfortunately I seem to be burdened with a strenuous amount of hormones because of such things, which may make me a little flirtatious but nothing out of the ordinary, I assure you. I hate to brag though but I do seem to have a knack for such things. hue hue In person, I'm straight forward in speech. Every word I say counts for something, but nothing else. Only meaning what it is supposed to mean. Delivered with a voice as clear as day might I add. Maybe (I guess) one could call it abrupt, however many do not. It's just a little bit distant and reserved to those squishy at heart. I can't help it. I don't want to change it. My main flaw, possibly even disability would be my sadism and narcissism. I'm not a true narcissist though but I do think very highly myself. Perhaps this awareness that I share is simply insecurities though, and perhaps my vanity is simply my defense. However it be, my sadism on the other hand is a true complexity of mine. It's not that I like to beat on my foe; I simply enjoy bloodshed. I find it interesting and fascinating, even slightly peculiar. The way in which two beat down on each other is so thrilling that I would even go so far as to call it pleasurable. Even emotional torture is exciting for me. I'd only do such things to strangers though seeing as my weak personality would never have the strength to lay a finger on a friend. But, I won't go into the minutiae of such desires. I do at least carry the knowledge that such things would be a tragety for the weak of heart. [/style]

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[Yuki | Himura Twins]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] BASIC INFO [style=background-image: url(http://i40.tinypic.com/a3ik3t.png); width: 420px; height: 180px; border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.9;] [/style] [style=float: left; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 80px; color: #282828; line-height: 60px; text-transform: lowercase; opacity: 0.7; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 13px;] NAME - YUKI GASAI AGE- 18 GENDER - FEMALE HEIGHT - WEIGHT - ALIGNMENT - BIRTH PLACE - RAIN COUNTRY - RAIN SPECIALIST GEN-TAI GEN - - - - - - TAI - - - - - - NIN - - - - CLAN - - - - MISC - - - - - FREEBIES - - - [/style]

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[Yuki | Himura Twins]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] HISTORY[style=background-image: url(https://24.media.tumblr.com/fd60b872bfd34207caab0505a4b9ba7a/tumblr_mtcwattmoB1r6mrcio1_500.gif); width: 420px; height: 180px; border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.9;] [/style] [style=float: left; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 80px; color: #282828; line-height: 60px; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.7; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 13px;] U nlike most who seem loyal and pure, raised from families of majesty and devastation. With their legends and tales, not simple backgrounds of average stature. No, every story I've read is epic and not normal. I think this makes my own interesting, fascinating even. Boring is the new intricacy. I think I'd best start off somewhere in the middle; somewhere something might happen at least. My 9th birthday is probably the best place to start. This party of mine was full of prosperity to those who welcomed it. For me though it felt as if I was sitting alone with only a cupcake for company. My party heart didn't magically bring on a playful era of my life as everybody expected for even at 9, I was mature as ever. My lips never broke their form. Not ever. This only seemed to suit me though, and not anyone else. Even though most people just suited me shy at first sight. My dad was one of the few who'd righteously point his little accusing finger at me, screaming with his lungs. "DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HEAR ME NOW YOU QUIET LITTLE CUNT?!" He said; no sense of mind as he spoke. I only rolled his eyes as his giant gaping black-hole-for-a-mouth spat his saliva at me. He wasn't even my real parent even for the fact that he was my only parent. But if I were to call him step-dad now he'd have my cupcake for breakfast. At least this juggalo I had for a father wasn't completely death yet so the gasps raising in volume did amount enough of a warning to him. If only those few brain cells were enough. "DON'T WORRY THIS IS NORMAL; WE DO THIS ALL THE TIME," He shouted still, while I only picked up my napkin and wiped my mouth in a polite manor of sorts, but my eyes still glared at his bulging pupils. Admittedly I still grew fond of him for he was a very amusing man. We were complete opposites though in every way could possibly imagine. So when everybody scrambled around the floor searching for crumbs of my delicious cake (which I cooked myself by the way) and me stranded with my special little cupcake, he still gave a hearty bellow of a speech. "BYE ALL! THANKS FOR COMING!" I spluttered some sort of laugh while he just kept on waving frantically. I couldn't decide if he only continued because of his happy go lucky ways, or if he was both blind and death instead. This was just my first 9th birthday. There were still 9 others to come for my father always the amount of birthdays I'd live til that year until the next rolled around, and he'd repeat the process. Our quaint little neighborhood had been sucked through a black hole ever since. So it was one birthday after another, and then another, then another and so on until it really was just me and my little cupcake. These parties ran out of joy all too soon no matter how much he tried to muster. Even his bellow shrank to a whisper. My eyes just slowly sank in their sockets as both our lives were swallowed whole with planning and partying and then planning again. I only helped to sustain his prime, to no avail might I add. I grew sick of this repetitive and paltry life I lived. I grew bitter as each party month by month; him day by day. Eventually I threw a fit a flipped the table storming out of the room as I did so. This was during teenage era so as you can tell my hormones had already begun raging. I only returned the next morning too but found my dad dead from blowing up party balloons. He only lay dead inside, the outside just crumbled away like a used shell. Mine was still fully intact, surprisingly. After a few more months of this we both called it quits and decided to begin our lives anew. I took the path of education and prosperity by joining the nearest school I could. A ninja seemed interesting enough. He on the other hand called the nearest hospital claiming he was suicidal. I remember he told me 'he deserved to wither away like the black rose he was' to which I only nodded, and strolled out the door. We were still close as ever. My school days were nothing to reproduce though, for the proved more boring than the parties. I am only who I am now. I'm still not sure who exactly that is. Is this what you call a mystery, or denial? [/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 15px; background-color: fbfbfb;] TO WHAT DO I OWE such a great pleasure as yours? For someone so conceited yet kind deserves only the most preposterous of entrances, followed by whatever reaction or interaction (I dare say) such a grand mulch deserves. But to be perfectly honestly, I could not gag more at the sight of you. The tragic pity I have to lend you as you lacerate my heart strings, playing them like a violin. Shan't I go on? Am I banished from conducting and concocting such a legendary speech in the presence of you? Let me belittle your existence just a little more, being the sadist I am. How I love to see your ego squeal and scream , while I lie safe in my refuge. Sympathy does not trail down my cheeks as I merely return a favor. For you are in debt, my son. I wish many a happy trail once I engulf your mind, your body and your soul.

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[Yuki | Himura Twins]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,460,true] APPEARANCE[style=background-image: url(https://24.media.tumblr.com/1246899114b847e60903b9a4343a0cba/tumblr_mvhkolPdn31simnt5o1_500.gif); width: 420px; height: 180px; border-radius: 5px; opacity: 0.9;] [/style] [style=float: left; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 80px; color: #282828; line-height: 60px; text-transform: uppercase; opacity: 0.7; margin-top: -10px; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 13px;] I am beautiful. That is all you need to know. But if you do demand me to recite and retell what I already know, then I guess I might as well go on. However I'm not one to go into strict detail of compliments I only give myself; I have limits to my shallowness. Specific outfits seemed so redundant too. I mean it's not as if I have an outfit for every day of the week now. No my, choice of attire is truly mindless. I guess I should start with the basics then. You should probably know that my hair is a delicate shade of purple that so few seem to inherit. Too many a time have people asked "what color have I died it?". My eyes on the other hand are beautiful shade of lilac that in the right light have a shade of blue to them. I've never liked it. Another thing I don't like is the fact that my height is only 5"7 so I tower only over midgets and allow giants to tower over me, but at least my hair cascades down to half my height so it's always nice to whip it in people's faces. I feel like I can never decide if I'm too tall or just too short and I can't say I'm average because that's as deadly a word than any. I hate the fact that I can never decide on an outfit but always end up choosing the exact same one. From all the clothes my closet offers it's always the same school skirt painted a light navy blue; the same candy colored shirt that clings to my body with puffy sleeves, with a red collar and sleeves and a little dark purple to match. Even the same black shiny tights and the same fucking brown which I hate but love so much at the same time. Every, single time. My hands are so beautiful I like to think they're my best feature, for my nails are so delicately painted red as each finger could look as sexy as any tit. It takes true beauty to look good at every angle. Maybe I've a fetish for them. Aside from that, there's not really much else to say. A wide portion of my mentality towards is how simple and supportive the attire of choice would be to me. This usually means that I'll go for tight fitting but not slutty (to say the least) type of clothes. I also carry a lot of stationary with me; mostly pencils. They prove useful where knives fail. Plus a pencil to the eye always compels a subsequent loss. [/style]

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