LINK, ebony miina - yokai [wip!]

[EBONY LINK]

♫ - - - EBONY MIINA LINK
^{“I NEVER REALLY EVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY
WHEN ALL OF MY EMOTIONS GET IN THE WAY.
I'M JUST TRYING TO GET US ON THE SAME PAGE.”}

NAME: ebony miina link.
who would have ever thought a name would have been such a struggle to find - her dear parents, particularly her mother, had fussed and worried in selecting the ' right ' title to bestow upon the lass; however, upon seeing the born girl's raven head, the word had came almost too naturally: ebony. ebony's father, however, had the honors to plant her a middle name, to which he had named ' miina ', in honor of his own mother, or in this case, her [deceased] grandma.

[/color]S[/b]: mii.
from her guardians to her relatives and friends, people and acquaintances alike have always called her ' mii ' - it was instantaneous, it just happened. over her first name, ebony prefers ' mii ', if not for its sheer simplicity, even if it tends to raise brows with folks asking: " ' mii '? - as in, ' me '? " over her first name, ebony actually prefers ' mee ', if not for its sheery simplicity, though in more than one occasion, she had had to correct misunderstood visages that she wasn't declaring " i'm me ", but in fact, stating her name, " i'm mii ".
[/ul]AGE: seventeen.
despite the tender age of approaching adulthood, ebony has a tendency to waver between maturity and a child-like essence. although she likes to appear tough in the sense of obtaining respect and seeming entirely dependable, she also harbors a short-fuse, easily taking offense and jumping right into quarrels, ignoring any plea for peaceful words and bribes. not yet a woman, not quite a girl, the awkward stage of life has arrived for the teenager, and certainly, it would be a long journey.
GENDER: female.
psh, a guy? yeah, right. ebony is the epitome of everything feminine... well, to an extent, that is, if her hot-tempered behavior is disregarded. still, she fits under the stereotypical teenage girl almost perfectly - skirts, laces, dresses, bracelets, plushies, shoes - she adores them all, and hell, if she were ever given the option to be magically transformed into a boy, ebony would decline right off the bat without a second's thought. in fact, she'd feel sorry for the male populace - they can't enjoy the benefits of being a female nor the liberty to bathe in cute apparel without being criticized. mistake her for a man and be prepared to be punched - her exterior is anything but the stench of testosterone; ah, personality, on the other hand, is another thing...
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual.
the sky-eyed vixen could really care less about genders and whomever she becomes attracted to; it's not a matter of girl or guy - if she likes someone, she likes them. simple as that. still, if she'd have to decide between ' true love ' and having a bunch of good friends, the latter is what she would latch onto. instead of devoting herself completely to one soul, ebony thrives in crowds and friendly relationships. love can wait.

[/color]R[/b]: second.
RACE: shapeshifter.
and damn right is she proud of it, albeit she wouldn't go around morphing into her animal counter-part to flaunt her silky black fur. simply to say, ebony holds her pride as a yokai highly and wouldn't stand for anyone, especially those of the elements, to stomp on what she is comprised of; that is, she has seen several of the aristocrats donning the slain hair of her species, ignorantly, and practically, wearing the tails of her kin over shoulders. an insult and an offense, such an act has only sharpened the agile shapeshifter's wariness towards many; she only trusts her ' kind ' and her kind only.
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POSITIVE PERSONALITY:

[/i] whenever and wherever, and her habitual tendency to avoid eye contact. ebony had been meek and far too bashful to even speak — she would escape to corners and secret places where she would feel safe from the horrors of reality, the horrors of everything that seemed ' big ' to her tiny frame at the time. as time prolonged for her to age and adapt to her surroundings, she became a bit more independent and outgoing, courageous enough to speak her mind and concerns to the situations and people that had become of bother. naturally, she had to be this way, she learned to — she had, after all, been produced from a wealthy family, one whose wits and charms as fox shapeshifters had came along way in the realm of business. high expectations dawned upon her daily, feeding her the pressure to be capable of inheriting her family's assets, to be worthy enough to lengthen the family bloodline ever since the true heir had vanished: her brother. although the sudden push of expectations was startling, ebony had made it her priority to work hard and to please her parents; she didn't want for them to blame her brother for the lack of a proper heir nor did she ever want for them to feel the same misery, the same emptiness she had experienced when her sibling had abandoned the luxurious lifestyle for a more humble one.

regardless, responsibilities are responsibilities, and no matter how fearful the situation may appear to her, ebony has been toughened to display nothing of hesitation. clouding her true mask well enough to shield her inner feelings and sentiments has had several depending on her abilities as an audacious leader. to break down, to demonstrate weakness, and to fall under the manipulation of others - why, such are shunned in her mind. never would the raven-haired lady ever yearn to become the once-shy person she had been, not when she had been subjected to the advantage and harrassment of others. confident, she would likely be the last person anyone would ever consider toying with; as far as appearance and outer shell goes, an obvious weakness in her character is hard to detect. rarely would she allow for her personality's flaws to be held or controlled against her will nor would she allow for herself to be put between a rock and a hard place. giving someone the gratification of her agony and misery? phpft, rather than surrendering without a word, she fights with bark and bite.

with friends, ebony willingly takes up the role as a protector, as someone who would defend the dignity of her pack and as someone who would lift moods with silly mantras and random shouts to the air. not exactly the optimist who would glance to the bright side of everything [cause sincerely, she can't, for the life of her, do that], she's more of the lively variety, always sporting the crave to move around and become active in the community, and likewise, is definitely competitive. to become the best, being the best, is a must, or at least, trying one's best is. juggling chores, school, home, and her social life is a rotation ebony has become accustomed to. towards every little task and every acquaintance, her attention is equally distributed — faltering on the multitude of distractions buried under her would be a great fault, something she tries her best to avoid, hence her alerted facade; she's entirely devoted. it takes a lot to water her down. it takes a lot for her to abandon her friends, duties. funny, how in that aspect, acquaintances have commented on how much she resembled a dog, loyal and energetic.
[/ul]NEGATIVE PERSONALITY:

[/i] ' isn't exactly her middle name, and neither would it be a permanent term to define ebony, albeit she has been accomodating and more than just friendly in some occasions - but with the mingling of unnecessary races like the elementals in campus grounds, ebony's known to possess a tad of a hot-head. true, she has no qualms in voicing her opinions and, true, she has no qualms in sparking an argument - but really, she has no shame in expressing her dislike towards the enemy race, the main focus of her cynical criticism. easy to infuriate and irritate, launching the girl into an abrupt brawl is of no surprise. as much as she adores her intricate outfits of frills and whatnot to the extent of avoiding grime and dirt to not obtain stains, her thirst to vent her anger is just that much more powerful to the point of her gladly ripping off her own sleeves and heels to make fighting comfortable. hate is an effortless emotion to master, and like any other begrudging foe, the violent vixen indeed finds several reasons to abhor acquaintance and, hell, strangers, even. it's not so much that she likes be the cause of ruckus - she just likes to stir trouble, is all. it fuels her. it drives her. it gives her purpose.

despite her ability to crack open her thoughts for all to see and witness, ebony only lets people see what she wants them to see. she doesn't mind letting them gawk at the ugly sides of her, the bad points in her - hey, it's fine, she wouldn't care much; she wouldn't have much to lose, anyway. yet, aside from all the outward agitation and extroverted emotions displayed, the seventeen year-old isn't entirely in tune with her emotions to most's amusement. a complicated being, tears are only but one thing she refuses to form. complaining, whining, crying - she stuffs all those blues and glooms behind her antagonistic visage, urging the face of aggression and hostility to cover her sensitive imperfections, thus her outspoken speech. if she can make people focus on her stronger, louder self instead of her weaker, more pathetic insides - she would have succeeded in her mission: to be anything but the damn damsel in distress that has followed her since young, to be more than just competent to replace her brother for her dear parentals.

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POWER TITLE: kitsune.

[/color]SCRIPTION[/b]: if human, leave blank
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FACE CLAIM: HATENKOU YUUGI
- [i]RAHZEL[/i] — ebony miina link
YOUR NAME: ayu.
EXPERIENCE: five years.
HOW YOU FOUND US: referral.
CONTACT INFORMATION: private message.
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