TENJOU, akira alchemy

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* AKIRA ALCHEMY TENJOU ,

“See the trouble with school is, they're always trying to teach the wrong lesson”

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*i'm beautiful in my own way,
» FULL NAME: Akira Alchemy Tenjou
» NICKNAMES: N/A
» AGE/BIRTHDAY: December 25th, 1993
» GENDER: Female
» ORIENTATION: Insists she’s asexual
» YEAR/ SCHOOL: Junior ;; Carmel High School
» CLUBS: Photography ;; Glee
» CANON OR ORIGINAL: Original

*'cause god makes no mistakes,
» HAIR: Her natural hair color is black, although she dyed it blonde her sophomore year for a new funky look.
» EYES: Her eye color is brown.
» HEIGHT/WEIGHT: She stands at 5’8, and weights 130 lbs.
» DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: She has various piercings; her ear gauges and unusual piercings are most obvious.
» STYLE: Akira is very fashionable; Her style can be summed up as ‘pretty boy’. She dons form-fitting male clothing.
» BODY TYPE: Her body type is lean and athletic due to dancing. She's somewhat tall and lanky, very noticable.
» PLAY-BY: Amber Liu

*i'm on the right track baby,
» LIKES:
- fashion
- nerdiness
- photography
- bright colors
- winter
- humour
- breaking rules
- random naps
- exciting others
» DISLIKES:
- wearing girly clothes
- gender roles
- strict rules
- hot weather
- being forced to do things
- country music
» STRENGTHS:
- good sport
- reliable
- photography
- dancing
- intelligent
» WEAKNESSES:
- lazy
- rebellious
- flippant
- nonchalant
- emotional cripple
- cocky
» SECRETS:
- may or may not be interested in sex and relationships, presumably females
- resents her father for not being there she needed him
- may or may not be in love with her best friend, tayden

» GOALS:
- making a living with music
- improving her art work
- getting her parents in a better home

» OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Aloof Always chill and collected, the tomboy never lets life get her down for too long. When she's feeling a bit neurotic, she simply rolls one and spend time with friends--or strangers, it doesn't matter. When socializing with people, she's easygoing and sometimes casually inappropriate. She can usually turn a conversation haywire by making an awkward or offensive remark. Her feelings and thoughts are cryptically expressed time to time, which makes her hard to gauge; oddly enough, that attracts people to her. Loyal Akira's the type of individual that can easily hold a secret. Once she's befriended someone, she becomes very protective and will never turn astray. She'll believe the word of someone she trusts before any stranger or adult for the matter. She'll always be there when someone's in trouble, regardless of the time and circumstance.

Good Listener An excellent advice giver, she always lends a helping hand or an attentive ear. She's an excellent listener and gives the best poor advice she can muster. Apathetic Akira gives off the impression of being uncaring and reckless due to her half-lidded eyes and reclined posture. She has a very "whatever" presence most label nonchalant. This trait mostly applies with convention and the school system. Akira does have a poor side to her; she's sarcastic, overly cocky, and self-assured to the point where people find it hard to be around her without wanting to dowse themselves in gasoline and light ablaze the last cigarette of their lives.

*i was born this way,
» PARENTS: mother and father
» SIBLINGS: brothers and sisters
» PETS: if applicable
» SIGNIFICANT OTHER: if applicable
» OTHER IMPORTANT PEOPLE: if applicable
» HISTORY:
Amy Takahashi and Akira Tenjou were just two teenagers. They were just seventeen when they decided that they loved each other, and that it was time they physical expressed it for one another. “Well, here we are.” Akira Tenjou brightly grinned as he turned his car engine off after pulling into the forest. It was dark and just about everything obscured, all they could see without the light emitting from his old pick-up truck were the stars and their the moonlight reflecting off their faces. He felt a soft, nurturing pressure on the back of his hand that rested on the stick-shift, it was Amy Takahashi, his girlfriend of two years, who had overlaid her hand on his.

As he shifted his attention from the sky unto her flawless face, he would soon remember why he loved this young girl so much. She had the heart of gold, with the voice of the whitest angel and the face of a supermodel. He’d let his girlfriend know on a daily basis how beautiful she was, although she’d bashfully shrug it off disbelievingly. She was perfect to him, but she had trouble seeing it for herself. Oh, she loved Akira with all her heart and knew she was lucky to have him. She was sixteen years old and in love with the boy she planned on spending her life with—unfortunately, she didn’t know if Akira felt the same. He said he did but boys could be so fickle; still, her love for him burned brighter than ever and tonight was going to be the night they became one, if not for a few moments.

She took it upon herself to initiate the moment of their lives by taking him by his collar and kissing him passionately as the seat reclined.

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“I’m pregnant.” Amy hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not she should have told her boyfriend. They were both seventeen with lives ahead of them, him especially. She didn’t want him to become upset with her, or break up with her. She leaned on her locker and stared into the boy’s eyes. There was no turning back, she thought to herself as she nervously bit her lip, a habit she picked up through the years. She was waiting for some type of response—a frown, anger, retreating. His expression, for a moment, was blank.

She closed her eyes, expecting the worst—her eyes widened in surprise after hearing the calm, loving words, “then I’ll have to get a job to take care of it.” He smiled and gave her a breathtaking kiss that felt like her first.

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“What are you going to name her?” Nan asked her daughter who lay in the hospital bed, holding her newborn baby girl preciously. Amy, face tired and sweaty, weakly smiled and peered into the eyes of her baby girl, who had been surprisingly quiet during birth—she hadn’t cried too much, as most babies did fresh out of the wound. The seventeen year old thought for a moment, and then looked over at her boyfriend faithfully standing beside.

“Akira. I’m going to name her Akira, after her father.” Akira beamed.

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Baby Akira stumbled across the carpeted floor in the living room, giggling madly and flailing madly at her two parents waiting on the other side of the room. She one years old and was in the midst of learning to walk. She stumbled and fell on her soft knees, laughing at her own adorable clumsiness. Amy chuckled at her daughter; in her hand was a digital camera she was using to record her baby’s first steps. She’d taken the most steps she’d ever took, six, before losing balance again. It was quite the adorable sight; unfortunately, Akira was far too busy juggling his job to be home with them that evening. The baby rolled across the carpet with a giggle before trying again.

This time she made it across the room to her mother.

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Akira loved hearing her mother sing her to sleep at night. Her voice was angelic, silky and easy to listen to. She’d always ask her mother why she hadn’t taken up singing, like at weddings or parties, instead of working as an assistant at a boring old assistant. Her mother would answer simply because she wasn’t that good; but Akira knew otherwise. Her mother seemed kind of morose whenever she would speak about music; like there was a secret she wasn’t telling her. Akira would always ignore it and continue listening before soon drifting to sleep. Listening to her mother’s original melodies led her to have a heightened interest in the musical arts. She’d soon ask for vocal lessons—she’d get them, with the help of her mother taking on a second job. “It was worth it, anything for my baby,” Amy would say.

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Akira walked across the stage with a grin as she held her certificate in the air, signifying her accomplishing what she thought to be the biggest mission in her life: graduating 5th grade. She and the rest of her classmates paused on stage and turned to the audience of teary-eyed parents as they clapped in glee. At that moment, Akira felt as if the hardest part of her life was over, that everything would get easier afterward. Oh, little did she know…

The principal gave her the microphone and nudged her to sing the school’s anthem.

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“I don’t know why people are such assholes. They should all be castrated and sent to an island on the coast of China. A poor, aggressively communist island.” Akira mumbled with the flick of her dark black hair. Benjamin Washington, a local bully in Carmel Middle School, shoved her into a locker seconds ago and didn’t even bother to say “sorry bro” or anything else to let her know it was an accident, which led her to believe that it wasn’t an accident—not that she’d believe it was one anyway, seeing as he made his life’s purpose to make her school life a living hell. Akira was a target for a lot of bullies in the school because of the way she looked: extremely androgynous. With her short black hair and flat-chest, she was called various derogatory terms like ‘dyke’, ‘faggot’ and ‘he-she.’ It bothered her, and she couldn’t ignore it, regardless of how much she tried to shake it off.

“Duly agreed. I wonder if he of all people are gonna straighten up in high school. Well, C’mon.” Her best friend, Jayden, thought aloud before grabbing Akira’s hand. They’d walk down the hallway confidently as best friends holding hands. Times like that made the tomboy feel just a little bit better about school.

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“I think it’s a wonderful thing to, y’know, capture those moments of vulnerability, beauty, and adventure. Photography allows you to do such.” Jayden said, lovingly staring down at the Polaroid camera she held in her hands. She held up the camera lenses to her eye and peered through it, snapping a shot of Akira, who merely frowned and snatched the camera away. Mentally probing the device, Akira ran her pale slender fingers across the camera’s crevices. The idea of capturing visuals of standstill moments piqued her interest. She wanted to try it. And she found that she enjoyed it almost as much as singing.

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“Watch it, freak,” Ben sneered, shoving Akira out the way as he angrily stampeded down the hallway. No, he hadn’t matured through the years; he was still the childish, angry bully from middle school, even now in their tenth year. The force of the impact caused the boyish girl to fly eyes closed into the west wing billboard of school events and club registrations. With a grave grunt of profanity, she opened her eyes and peered left and right of the hallway, checking to see if the asshole had disappeared or not. He was long gone. Great. One of these days, though, she’d fight back. When she grew some ladyballs, that was. By chance, her attention shifted to the billboard and its many club registration. She saw a registration for the school’s glee club, “Vocal Adrenaline” as well as an photography club. She grinned to herself. Maybe that bully was on to something after all…

She thanked him.

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It was a fact: Vocal Adrenaline was the best show choir group of all time. Of all time! With three consecutive national wins in a row, Vocal Adrenaline was now on its way to win its fourth. She felt blessed to be a part of such an array of talent—sometimes it felt unreal. Sure, Vocal Adrenaline had a bad reputation of being a band of unrelenting assholes—and they were from time to time, and sure, the director made practicing harsh as hell, but still, it was worth it.

“Heyyy, missed you, girl.” Tayden smiled, walking down the obscured hallway to join hands with her best friend. Upon joining hands, they leaned into each other’s touch and made way down the hallway. It was an amazing thing, being friends with someone for such a long time. Tayden was just about the only person she’d trusted beside her parents.

“Same, you friggin' nerd. Now, let’s go home.”

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"God, what the hell Akira? You've made straight F's in all your classes except... Music and Art class. You think that's friggin' good? IT'S NOT!" Tayden seriously chided her friend, pushing her against her shoulder, slamming the now tattered report card on her chest simultaneously.

Akira shrugged it off, nonchalantly as always. She didn't necessarily care about things such as grades and schoolwork--it simply wasn't her "thing." It wasn't that she wasn't intelligent enough to passing, she merely believed that she could live off her music and talent--and not some academic grades that gauge a person's psuedo-intellect. She didn't need to apply herself in school to know that she had a successful life ahead of her. That was partly the reason of her hideous report card, the other reason was that she was far too busy with glee and the photography club to even begin to concentrate on useless aspects such as math--and English. Maths weren't her strong suit, but English, ask anyone, they can tell you Akira had quite the wit on her, and therefore she was quite acquainted with the English language.

"Whatever... It's no big deal." Akira coolly dismissed, staring at her friend who's anger still boiled. She kind of wanted to turn her life around and do good in school when she saw how upset Tayden was. Damn.

"I"ll do better."

And that was that.

*don't hide yourself in regret,
» NAME/ALIAS: what you want us to call you
» AGE: difsodf
» ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: idk. Maybe 4-5 years?
» HOW YOU FOUND US: advertising board ftw
» CODE PHRASE: <<don't be a drag, just be a queen>>
» RP SAMPLE:

Oh, school blows, London whimpered, his cheek smothered against the rugged, wobbly desk, sweaty because it was pressed against such a hot surface for such a long time. He hated school with a passion—well, not quite, because to hate something with a passion one would have to genuinely care or have quite emotional fixation of some sort. He did, however, own little to none pleasant feelings regarding the education system. It was tedious, irrelevant to him and his life (it wasn’t like school taught of LGBT matters, such was deemed “inappropriate”) and boring. He knew for a fact geometry wouldn’t be applicable in his future, and he knew for a fact no one holding a group job interview gave a fuck about how a metaphor is used in literature. History and social sciences, however, held perpetual importance, he wasn’t that slow, and so he made attempts at of at least paying attention. He made alright grades in most of his classes, remarkably enough, just because he did the work after sleeping through the lectures.

Yup. He was awesome like that. That was at his old school, however. He just couldn’t keep up with academics and whatever anymore, life in prison was far too stressful to worry about shit like grades. Then again, London didn’t necessarily try anymore.

The classroom was packed with kids of various grades and personalities, and hot as hell. Jadedly, London sat upright and peered around the classroom, evaluating the scene. The teacher was at his desk, obviously done with the lesson. A bookwork assignment was written on the board for the students to do, although only a small portion were actually in the midst of working, most were chattering amongst themselves but were quiet enough to not be reprimanded. London frowned deeply, running thin pale fingers through his hair and patting it so that it wouldn’t fall back into his face. It must have been at least eighty degrees in the classroom—it was in the middle of fucking May, deep Spring, there was no reason for it to be Summer weather.

Whatever.

London undid the collar buttons on his polo before pulling it over his head, revealing a loose fitting zebra-print tank top. Luckily he had on cargo shorts today that would help cool him down in such annoying heat. Beside him was a little girl, who looked like a middle schooler or something. She was adorable, in that under-aged, huggable, up-and-coming Disney star kind of way. Most of all, she looked smart, maybe it was how she dressed, all pristine and prim. Anyway, London thought it would be wise to ask had she done the work and could he kindly copy them; it was a nice day for a change of pace (actually, he needed something to pry his mind from such shitty temperature).

“Hannah,” London poked the girl in her side softly, “You there?”

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