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As was stated before, this is a rough sheet/WIP and is subject to radical change!
Name: Huxley Saint, Hijiri Hakusurī, 聖ハクスリー
Age: Seventeen, Second year in high school.
Appearance:
As if a sunbeam had manifested in human form, Hakusurī is an emanation of light. Radiant to a fault, her appearance is wholesome, soft, all natural, and painfully cute.
On the smaller side, her height is offset just by how bright she is. Almost filling a room just by entering it. Always smiling and quite chirrupy, her saccharine presence can become almost painful and nearly always attracts too much attention. Not that she minds...
History:
Gaijin...
It's not a word that gets used as much these days. War and expansive battlefields have been displacing large portions of the population and anyone with their own means has been able to migrate someplace safer with a sense of normalcy. Combined with the fact that literal aliens exist, the word has fallen out of use. Mostly.
Born to the American Army General Robert J. Saint and former model and influencer Paisley Saint, Hakusurī was both expected to be a twin and a boy. A failure of modern prenatal medicine, Huxley turned out to be neither.
While still a baby, the Saints were both lucky enough and 'important' enough to be forced to travel around before finally being settled in Japan. The General often leading and advising from various fronts and his wife none the wiser as she continued to post the daily life of her and her golden child online for dwindling audiences. Multiple blogs, daily photo updates and a love stream with donations going towards various clothing/costumes for the baby who all the while watched with her big baby blues.
It didn't take long for Hakusurī to grow up, learning far too early on that she was being exploited. It wasn't abusive in a traditional sense, sort of a soft abuse from her mother who was living through her. She couldn't play where she wanted, couldn't do what she wanted, everything was planned and measured out for her. Seeds of resentment were planted, Hakusurī realizing that if she were to have any control over anything it was going to have to be done by manipulating her Mother.
As a child, Hakusurī quickly began to develop a love for times when she could get away from her mother. Exploiting gaps in her schedule and occasionally sneaking away on trips to explore, a love for nature was nurtured. Often found staring at ant colonies under rocks or throwing beetles into spider webs, Harusaki had a love for the creatures that didn't think like humans did. Cold, alien, little creatures. Her taste for them drawing her towards the dark and creepy but her life wouldn't allow it to show. If she wanted to keep learning and embracing the things that actually brought her joy, she would have to play the game.
And play she did. By age ten, Hakusurī had her mother wrapped around her little finger. Acting out as a child to get what she wanted evolved into a more subtle and more socially palatable guilt trips and wordplay that gave Hakusurī more power over her mother. A power that Hakusurī relished. She was becoming more and more angry inside and her words became just as sweetly cruel to match. Her dad absent enough and busy enough never to notice the drastic shift in power between the two.
In the outside world, Hakusurī had initially hoped to find some more of the freedom she wanted for herself. But it was more of the same.
People already had their little expectations of her, what and who she was and who she was supposed to be. Rather than change that through interaction, Hakusurī went her own way with it.
Playing into their expectations, Hakusurī played the part of the slightly vapid, dumb foreigner. She spun her webs around this role and let people catch themselves. Her cheery demeanor, can do attitude, involvement in everything and somehow knowing everyone all brought more and more people in close.
She became quite popular this way, gaining admiration and a large following. It almost became too easy to use up and discard the people drawn to her. Younger kids in debt to her, older kids trusting her with secrets they soon regret speaking of. And when she was done with them, those debts would come to light, those secrets would become common knowledge. All the while Hakusurī remained innocent and far too precious and air headed to hav done anything. A harmless girl.
Until the day where she fell in the web of something bigger and better than even her ego thought she was.
It wasn't a stormy night, but a perfect summer day. Walking home from one of the many clubs she'd been pushed into leading or at least attending, she'd ordered the trio of fellow students she was walking with to go back and get her things she left behind. Using their eagerness to earn favor, Hakusurī dipped away down a side alley and wandered off.
Coming home a week later and apparently no worse for Hakusurī played it off, claiming to spent the night at a non existent friends house. Never telling anyone a word of what she'd experienced.
She'd never expected to fall into a web of something else and hadn't expected to come out of it as she had. Still painfully unaware of what she'd fallen into, the path she'd taken was sure to make itself evident eventually...
Personality: Hakusurī is that girl that's just somehow everywhere with everyone. The webs she spins are expansive and well networked. A second year and already a contender for student government, albeit one with a considerable amount of skeletons in her closet.
Hakusurī is nice to everyone, cheerful each day and always willing to volunteer or help whenever she can but none of this comes without a price and the punishment for failure is never forgotten. Devastatingly cruel to those that fail her, she doesn't make blunt attacks but instead orchestrates elaborate scenarios to hurt people. Deepest secrets are revealed, embarrassing failures are put on display and emotions are toyed with before being dropped.
Of course the golden girl Hakusurī walks away with clean hands but the amount of satisfaction she feels watching someone suffer after she toyed with them was just too amazing. The world wanted to treat her one way and it would be useless to fight it all upfront. She'd win, she'd win in her own way.
Tager type: Widow
Age: Seventeen, Second year in high school.
Appearance:
As if a sunbeam had manifested in human form, Hakusurī is an emanation of light. Radiant to a fault, her appearance is wholesome, soft, all natural, and painfully cute.
On the smaller side, her height is offset just by how bright she is. Almost filling a room just by entering it. Always smiling and quite chirrupy, her saccharine presence can become almost painful and nearly always attracts too much attention. Not that she minds...
History:
Gaijin...
It's not a word that gets used as much these days. War and expansive battlefields have been displacing large portions of the population and anyone with their own means has been able to migrate someplace safer with a sense of normalcy. Combined with the fact that literal aliens exist, the word has fallen out of use. Mostly.
Born to the American Army General Robert J. Saint and former model and influencer Paisley Saint, Hakusurī was both expected to be a twin and a boy. A failure of modern prenatal medicine, Huxley turned out to be neither.
While still a baby, the Saints were both lucky enough and 'important' enough to be forced to travel around before finally being settled in Japan. The General often leading and advising from various fronts and his wife none the wiser as she continued to post the daily life of her and her golden child online for dwindling audiences. Multiple blogs, daily photo updates and a love stream with donations going towards various clothing/costumes for the baby who all the while watched with her big baby blues.
It didn't take long for Hakusurī to grow up, learning far too early on that she was being exploited. It wasn't abusive in a traditional sense, sort of a soft abuse from her mother who was living through her. She couldn't play where she wanted, couldn't do what she wanted, everything was planned and measured out for her. Seeds of resentment were planted, Hakusurī realizing that if she were to have any control over anything it was going to have to be done by manipulating her Mother.
As a child, Hakusurī quickly began to develop a love for times when she could get away from her mother. Exploiting gaps in her schedule and occasionally sneaking away on trips to explore, a love for nature was nurtured. Often found staring at ant colonies under rocks or throwing beetles into spider webs, Harusaki had a love for the creatures that didn't think like humans did. Cold, alien, little creatures. Her taste for them drawing her towards the dark and creepy but her life wouldn't allow it to show. If she wanted to keep learning and embracing the things that actually brought her joy, she would have to play the game.
And play she did. By age ten, Hakusurī had her mother wrapped around her little finger. Acting out as a child to get what she wanted evolved into a more subtle and more socially palatable guilt trips and wordplay that gave Hakusurī more power over her mother. A power that Hakusurī relished. She was becoming more and more angry inside and her words became just as sweetly cruel to match. Her dad absent enough and busy enough never to notice the drastic shift in power between the two.
In the outside world, Hakusurī had initially hoped to find some more of the freedom she wanted for herself. But it was more of the same.
People already had their little expectations of her, what and who she was and who she was supposed to be. Rather than change that through interaction, Hakusurī went her own way with it.
Playing into their expectations, Hakusurī played the part of the slightly vapid, dumb foreigner. She spun her webs around this role and let people catch themselves. Her cheery demeanor, can do attitude, involvement in everything and somehow knowing everyone all brought more and more people in close.
She became quite popular this way, gaining admiration and a large following. It almost became too easy to use up and discard the people drawn to her. Younger kids in debt to her, older kids trusting her with secrets they soon regret speaking of. And when she was done with them, those debts would come to light, those secrets would become common knowledge. All the while Hakusurī remained innocent and far too precious and air headed to hav done anything. A harmless girl.
Until the day where she fell in the web of something bigger and better than even her ego thought she was.
It wasn't a stormy night, but a perfect summer day. Walking home from one of the many clubs she'd been pushed into leading or at least attending, she'd ordered the trio of fellow students she was walking with to go back and get her things she left behind. Using their eagerness to earn favor, Hakusurī dipped away down a side alley and wandered off.
Coming home a week later and apparently no worse for Hakusurī played it off, claiming to spent the night at a non existent friends house. Never telling anyone a word of what she'd experienced.
She'd never expected to fall into a web of something else and hadn't expected to come out of it as she had. Still painfully unaware of what she'd fallen into, the path she'd taken was sure to make itself evident eventually...
Personality: Hakusurī is that girl that's just somehow everywhere with everyone. The webs she spins are expansive and well networked. A second year and already a contender for student government, albeit one with a considerable amount of skeletons in her closet.
Hakusurī is nice to everyone, cheerful each day and always willing to volunteer or help whenever she can but none of this comes without a price and the punishment for failure is never forgotten. Devastatingly cruel to those that fail her, she doesn't make blunt attacks but instead orchestrates elaborate scenarios to hurt people. Deepest secrets are revealed, embarrassing failures are put on display and emotions are toyed with before being dropped.
Of course the golden girl Hakusurī walks away with clean hands but the amount of satisfaction she feels watching someone suffer after she toyed with them was just too amazing. The world wanted to treat her one way and it would be useless to fight it all upfront. She'd win, she'd win in her own way.
Tager type: Widow
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