Name:
Naoki Kanda; stage name and nickname is Kanan
Age:
18
Gender:
Biologically female; looks, speaks, sounds, and dresses as a male
Student/Teacher:
Transfer student
Hair Color:
Black, dark brown; one longer strand is dyed a pale blond
Eye color:
Dark brown; occasionally wears coloured contacts
Apparel (Outfit):
Kanda stared down at the slip of paper that had been handed to her as soon as she had stepped aboard the ship, and frowned at it.
213, huh. Assuming it was her room number, she peered down the empty hallway and scratched the back of her head with her free hand.
Huh. At least I can read the numbers, if I can't really read anything else. I know we're supposed to have roommates, but I don't see anyone here.
Shrugging nonchalantly, she hefted her guitar case over one shoulder and gripped the handle of her suit case, crumpling the numbered paper in the process. Kanan shuffled down the hallway, shoulders hunched and head down, wondering how she was going to survive this trip. Her English wasn't great, and for the last couple of months, she had been shuffled around from school to school as her mother sought to find an institute of learning that would "feminize" her only daughter.
Yeah. Good luck with that, Mom. A smirk touched the girl's face, and she snorted quietly under her breath. She liked herself perfectly fine the way she was, and she didn't intend to allow
any boarding school to change her.
Glancing at the doors she passed from the corner of her eye, she spotted the number that matched the scribble on her paper, and she stopped in front of it. Digging into one of the pockets of her light jacket, she located her room key and swiped it; the light on the lock flashed green and she turned the handle, pushing the door open and letting herself inside. It didn't take her long to have her stuff stowed away in the closet, and she decided to make her way up to the top deck, to see if anybody was there. The silence was starting to get to her.
I've been reading too many ghost stories.
She mounted the steps that led up to the top decks, and blinked in the bright sunlight, squinting to allow her eyes to adjust to the brilliant day, and quickly saw a group of what appeared to be other students from her new school milling around. Shyly, the tall Japanese girl edged her way towards them, shoulders hunched a bit. Even up close, it was typically nigh impossible for people to discern that Kanan was, in fact, not a
he but a
she, and she liked to keep it that way. Pausing at the edge of the group, she waited patiently for a break in the conversation before inserting herself. It wasn't typical of her, as she tended to be a quiet creature, kept to herself most times, but she was tired of being unable to make friends at all these schools into which she was getting shoved, and she figured it was best for her to take the first step since others didn't seem inclined to do so.
"Uh... hello," she murmured in heavily accented English. Her voice was low, lower than most girls', a deeper alto that gave further rise to the idea that Kanan was a boy. Hesitantly, she lifted one hand, waggling her fingers in a polite wave. "Eto... ah, it's a nice day, yes?"
That sounded stupid. I wish I had paid better attention in English.