Post by lyssabean on Apr 21, 2013 14:03:03 GMT -6
[ Yoarashi Kayo ]
[ I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight ]
- Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift & The Civil Wars -
[ Catch Me As I Fall ]
[ The Basics ]
Name Meaning: Beautiful Night Storm
Nick Name:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-curious. Though, she doesn’t have enough experience to say which she’s more attracted to.
[ Sweet Ruptured Light ]
[ Appearances ]
Portrait
Hair: Dusty Violet (#563444) in color, Kayo's hair is naturally thick and curly, falling in a single wave to just below her shoulder-blades, save for her bangs. Cut in to fall just below her chin, Kayo pushes the tresses to tuck behind her left ear, often clipping them into place whenever she doesn't want to deal with them constantly. One can usually find Kayo pulling her hair up into a high ponytail (as shown in the lunaii portrait) or pulled back into a somewhat tame braid. She hates having her hair down and only wears it that way whenever she is headed to bed, and even then, that is really rare.
Face & Eyes: Very wide and expressive, Kayo’s eyes are definitely her “interesting” feature. Understated Turquiose (#3A9E99) in color, Kayo's eyes are wide and expressive, often giving away any emotion she may be trying to hide. Surrounded by thick, black lashes, Kayo’s eyes already seem darker than their normal colors. Her face has a slight heart shape to it, with her slightly pointed chin and her high cheek bones. Across said cheekbones are a spattering of freckles that become darker when she’s outside in the sunlight for long periods of time, which just happens to be more often than not. Oh! How could one for get her nose?! Small and dainty, Kayo’s nose tilts upwards slightly, and seems like it should go on a little girl’s face, and not that of an 17-year-old high school senior. (Unlike her brothers, Kayo definitely has her father's more 'Western'/American look instead of her mother's Japanese heritage.)
Body Type: Standing at five foot and two inches tall, Kayo can only hope that she grows the extra inch and a half to be as tall as her mother. However, that doesn’t look like it’s going to be happening anytime in the near future, much to her chagrin. She’s fairly skinny, due more to her high metabolism than anything else, and she’s also got a well rounded body for her height. Her breasts are small, and in an 'in between' stage. They're too full for an 'A' cup, but not quite a 'B' cup, something that irritates her to no end. Her waist isn’t all that more narrow than that of her breasts and hips, only giving her a slight hourglass figure. Her legs are longer than her torso, but not that much, but enough to be proportionate. Definite muscle tone covers Kayo's body, but she is going to have to flex for you to actually see it. Also, the freckles that cover Kayo's face also cover the rest of her body, but are more prominent on her shoulders and arms from all of the sun exposure.
Clothing Style: When it comes to clothing, Kayo is what she refers to as an 'equal opportunist'. She doesn't prefer dresses over pants nor does she like skirts better than she likes dresses. She likes what she likes and would much rather be comfortable than dress in the 'fashion' running around town.
Anytime from it starts warming up to the middle of September you can find this girl wearing a variety of shorts, capris, and sundresses. Denim and khaki are her favorites, though she’s been known to wear just plain cotton in a variety of colors when it comes to Soffee’s, you know, the gym short? Tank tops, camisoles, T-shirts with cartoon characters and her favorite band on them, those are the tops you will see her wear. And just like with her Soffee’s she’ll wear them in a variety of colors. However, purples, greys, and white are her favorite, even though she’ll destroy the white ones in minutes of sitting down at the dinner table.
Kayo is one of those people who loves the snow that winter brings, but absolutely hates that it has to get so cold for it to do that. Her very cheerful and bright camisoles turn into muted long sleeved t-shirts that she can still wear with her cartoon character short sleeve t-shirts. Her comfortable shorts, capris, and Soffee's will turn into plain ol' denim jeans that she can layer leggings under when she gets too cold. Socks become a must, even if they are the type that don't go above your ankle, Kayo needs them to keep her toes warm. Sweaters, sweatshirts, and fashionable jackets are often worn to give her some extra padding and warmth for the colder months. As per usual, her favorite colors to wear are purples, greys, and white, with the occasional oddity now and then.
Shoes come in all different kinds, but if we're being honest, Kayo hates closed-toed shoes in the summer. She'd much rather run around barefoot than put any form of closed-toe shoe on. So, sandals tend to be the only thing she'll wear in the warmer weather. In the winter, however, Converse and boots trade places with the sandals - with Kayo complaining to herself the entire time how she wished it was warm enough for her to put her sandals back on.
[ Don’t Turn Away ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Personality: Kayo is definitely a mixture of all sorts of things. First and foremost, though, Kayo is loyal, almost to a fault, in some ways. As in, if you just happen to be her best friend, or just a really good acquaintance and she sees that you are in trouble, she will be right there by your side just as soon as she can get there. She'll help defend anyone that needs it, even if that means that she will be the one in the middle of it all. She's always there for her friends and she doesn't want anyone to be hurt. What most people tend to notice first about her though, is that she tends to shy away from people upon first meeting them, often making others think that she's a snob. She's not though, she just doesn't want to open her heart and get hurt when they leave. Kayo is generally soft spoken, and usually stops to think of her answers before she gives them. There are cases, however, where her mother's short temper starts to flare up within her and she just lashes out, oftentimes getting her into trouble, both at school and at home.
Kayo loves to make friends, even if her soft-spoken ways and shyness make her seem stuck up. She doesn't care if they're male or female, fat or skinny. She'll attempt to make friends with anyone and everyone.
Kayo is one of those who tries to always think of the consequences before she leaps. She doesn't like getting into trouble and absolutely hates being in the limelight. Very bright, Kayo is a quick thinker and often has to tell herself to slow down whenever trying to figure out a problem. That, however, usually doesn't happen. If there is a ten step problem that has to be solved, Kayo will get to about step five, maybe six before she solves it and leaves the other four steps out. Being a quick thinker has always been one of her strong points, but she doesn't always show it. Curiosity also happens to be one of Kayo's strong points. She's always asking questions about how something works and whether or not once something is taken apart if it can be put back together.
Strengths:
+ Loyal.
+ Curious nature.
+ Quick thinker.
+ Photography & Designing dresses.
+ Able to blend into the background.
Weaknesses:
- Her family.
- Shy, especially around new people.
- Soft-spoken.
- Speaking her mind.
- Large groups of people.
Dreams: Kayo wants to move to America to learn more about her biological father and design wedding dresses for a living.
Fears: Losing the rest of her family and never spreading her wings.
[ Candy Clouds of Lullaby ]
[ Present History ]
The youngest of nine. - 5 were adopted.
Only daughter.
Half Japanese/Half Greco-American.
Grew up learning Greek stories.
Lost her father when she was fourteen.
[ Sailorjupiter ]
[ Don’t Close Your Eyes ]
[ The Basics ]
Realm of Power: Storms
Alignment: Her people, Selenity, the Silver Moon Court.
Colors: End of the River (#45323C), New Anger (#1F5057), Myopic (#4D6B5F], Paphos (#679985), and Intellektuelle (#242424)
Symbol: A stylized number four, an artistic rendition of Jupiter/Zeus' thunder bolt.
[ Return to Me Salvation ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Uniform Description: IMAGE COMING SOON!
Her Hair;; As Sailorjupiter, Kayo's hair is simply tugged back into a pair of French braid pigtails and tied off with New Anger colored bands. Her bangs brushed to the left side of her face, twisted so that they'll have a chance of staying there, and then pinned down with two simple New Anger colored clips.
Collar;; Jupiter's collar is tucked into the front of her chest plate and dual-layered. The top layer is End of the River in color and made out of the same material her toga is made from. It rests over her shoulders and falls to just below her shoulder blades. Along the edge is another strip of fabric, this time Paphos in color. The bottom layer is Intellektuelle in color and made from a guazey fabric that is more sheer than not.
The Undergarments;; Underneath Jupiter's armor is a simple cotton cloth that wraps around her body much like a Greek toga would. It is fairly short, resting barely above her mid-thigh on her left leg and then coming down to just below her lip line on her right leg. It has only one shoulder, her right shoulder, where the fabric is tied together and tucked under her shoulder armor. The fabric is ombre in coloring, starting with End of River on her right shoulder, fading into New Anger at her waist and then fading into Myopic at her hips and towards her mid-thigh on her left side. Underneath her toga is a simple Paphos colored one-shouldered (the right shoulder, with a spaghetti strap) leotard that helps keep her business her business.
The Armor;; Intellektuelle in color, Jupiter's armor is made from a lightweight metal that is seemingly molded to her more-athletic frame. Over her breasts, the chest plate has a sweetheart neckline and is adorned with leaves that flair outwards from the center. They are layered and made from the same material her armor is made from, giving her chest another layer of protection from attacks. The rest of the armor is molded over her abdomen, ending in a dramatic curved 'V' shape over her hips. Etched into the metal are storm clouds and lightning bolts, all of which seem to move and 'come to life' whenever Jupiter summons an attack. Underneath the chest plate, as well as over her hips, there is a single strip of End of the River colored fabric that encircles her entire body. It is a sturdy fabric, more leather cord than anything else, and essentially ties her armor together in the back - much like a corset would be laced in the front. Instead of lacing upwards, towards Jupiter's shoulder blades, the lacing goes down her back and ends at the small of her back, creating a decent sized bow. Inside this bow, however, is another smaller bow, New Anger in color. (Through the lacing of her armor, you can see Jupiter's toga and bare back. This makes her own armor one of her weaknesses, something that Jupiter hates, which means she is more than conscious of showing her back to her enemy.) Over her left shoulder are three rings of Intellektuelle metal placed close together to form a shoulder guard. It's more for the protection of her shoulder from the Malleus - because she likes resting it against her shoulder for some inane reason - than anything else. Also, the same metal can be seen over her forearms and over her shins, the same etchings appearing on either end of the brace. (Jupiter has the same fabric of her toga tucked underneath her arm guards - the same ombre styling and coloring as well - that way her arms are protected from chaffing. The fabric extends upwards to rest just under her elbows with an End of the RIver colored band and then travels towards to cover the top of her hand in a 'V' shape, the fabric being secured with an Myopic colored band surrounding her middle fingers. The same can be said about the fabric wrapped around her calves, only the fabric stops just below her knees and rests just over her ankles.)
Shoes;; End of the River in color, Jupiter has Grecian sandals as her footwear. With no heels, Jupiter still finds her height dilemma unsolved, but would much rather be able to run instead of gain some height. The sandals themselves come up to just below her knees and a majority of them are hidden under the fabric and armor that serve to protect her legs.
Accessories;; Jupiter's accessories are kept simple. She has three earrings in each ear, the top most one being a small amethyst stud. The middle earring is an turquoise stud only slightly larger than the amethyst one, and the third earring is an small Intellektuelle hoop. Around her neck is a simple Intellektuelle leather cord that ties with a simple knot in the back. (Here's a fun little tidbit, since her fingernails and toenails are visible, it's easy to see that her nails are the same color as her fuku. Five colors equals one color for each finger/toe, starting with End of the River and ending with Intellektuelle.)
[/ul]Weapon: Tempestatem Malleus - Storm Hammer
Procellárum Percusserit - "Storm Strike!"
Battle Style: Jupiter prefers not to have a set style, that way she's always learning new things. When she is using the Malleus, she is both offensive and defensive because of the attacks she can use with it, but if she is drained from using too much of her power, she can simply use it as a shield to protect herself or simply use it to try and hit someone with the end if she needs to. But, when push comes to shove and Jupiter doesn't have enough strength to wield the Malleus, she'll banish it and use hand-to-hand combat. She's getting stronger when it comes to hand-to-hand, meaning that she does put up a good fight and won't go down easily, but she's still working on honing her skills.
Warrior Personality: Similar to that of Kayo, Jupiter is one of the last people to enter the fight. She'll stand back from the mayhem and calculate how best to get out of there without getting too banged up. Some may consider the senshi of storms distant and cold, but she's really one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. She just puts up a front to keep herself - and her heart - protected. Fairly quiet, Jupiter won't speak up in a meeting unless a question is poised in her direction, and even then she takes a moment to think through her answer before she opens her mouth to respond.
Passive Abilities:
[ It Ends Here Tonight ]
[ The Story of the Past ]
Growing up the youngest didn’t always have its perks;;
As the youngest of the nine d’Iove daughters, Melpomene never thought that she’d actually be chosen to become the next Sailorjupiter, to become the next Chosen One, the next Queen. In all actuality, the violet haired teen never wanted it, or anything that came along with it. All Melpomene wanted was to be left to what was left of her childhood. She wanted to be left to enjoy her gardens and play her music, and more importantly to the young woman, she wanted to be able to write her poetry and learn more about her people in peace.
When she was just four years old, Melpomene started her schooling. Unbeknownst to her at the time, the young child that she shared her lessons with, Io, would become her guardian in the future. The youngest daughter of Jupiter became well versed in music, poetry, literature, mathematics, basically everything that a young princess would need to know when she was older and had to take part of important matters of state (in this case – planet) and whenever she was visiting a sister planet. (As as teen, Melpomene was more than willing to become a delegate/liaison to another planet – Mercury and Earth were her top choices.) At the request of her father, and much to her mother’s chagrin, Melpomene was also given lessons in archery and hand-to-hand combat. She excelled in everything and was fonder of her indoor lessons than anything that required her to change clothes so that she could spar. As she grew older though, she came to understand why she needed the training in hand-to-hand combat – so that she could protect herself – and archery – it gave her something to do with her father whenever he got a break from ‘being the King’ for a couple of hours.
Though she and her sisters, Thalia and Clio, were close enough in age – Thalia being Melpomene’s twin and Clio only being three years older – to take their lessons together, Melpomene found herself pairing up with Io more often than not. The two seemed to bond when they were first introduced and said bond only seemed to grow with each year that passed. Soon they were inseparable, attached at the hip just like Melpomene and Thalia were. It wasn’t questioned though, as it had been foretold to the king and queen that the Chosen daughter would form a bond with their guardian at a young age. So, they encouraged Melpomene and Io to be friends, hoping that it wouldn’t backfire in their faces if one of their older daughters turned out to be the next Solider of Storms.
It was when she was fourteen that Melpomene felt her life shift on its axis.
Everyone on Jupiter – especially those who worked in the palace – knew that when a princess turned seventeen she would be Tested to see if she were the next Sailorjupiter. And so, this would be the year that Clio was to be Tested. Even though a part of her – the little voice in the back of her head that Melpomene liked to pretend didn’t exist – told her that it was foolish to do so, she prayed everyday to the gods that Clio would be the next Soldier. She knew it was selfish of her, but Melpomene was quite content with her life and had voiced upon many occasions on how she wished that it wouldn’t be her, or even Thalia. The morning that Clio was to be Tested, Melpomene found herself in the temple, praying for her sister’s success and for her own selfish desire to not be the next Chosen one. It was when the bell tolled only twice that Melpomene knew that her fate was sealed. In three years time, she and Thalia would both be Tested. With one final prayer to the heavens, Melpomene left the temple, and it was with a sinking feeling that she knew she would be the One.
The next three years passed with agonizing slowness for Melpomene. She found herself withdrawing from her sparring lessons with her twin and Io; often find solace in just being alone for a few hours before she and Thalia were expected to meet their mother for private training. It was during these times that Melpomene found herself transfixed by her own mother; in the way that she handled herself and the weapon that she used to spar with. For Astraeus, the Tempestatem Malleus or Storm Hammer was actually known as the Baculum Tempestates or Staff of Storms. (For each new Sailorjupiter, the weapon changed into something that the Princess would need to adapt to using. For Astraeus, it was a staff because she was used to relying on a sword in battle situations, for Melpomene it would become a hammer because she was used to using a bow and arrow and hand-to-hand combat.) Astraeus was very careful with the weapon, as she knew the kind of power that it held, and the more that Melpomene watched, the more that she came to realize that being the next Protector wasn’t a burden. It wasn’t something to hate or despise. It was something to respect, to hold dear to your heart, just like her mother did.
As much as she didn’t want to be the next Sailorjupiter, Melpomene silently vowed that, if chosen, she would be the best that her planet had ever seen and would work to earn their love and respect. As the youngest Princess of Jupiter, Melpomene had vowed to die protecting her planet if the need be, and she knew that if she were its protector she would do the exact same.
One might call it the most important day of her life;;
It was on the eve of her seventeenth birthday that Melpomene finally came to terms with the fact that she might actually be the next Sailorjupiter, that she one day would be married to a man that she didn’t know – all for the sake of protecting her people – and that she would become the next Queen of Jupiter, just as her mother had done before her. As per usual, the teen was walking through the streets of the city, enjoying the festivities that the people held in her and Thalia’s honor every year, just as they did with the rest of her elder sisters. She was dressed in plain clothes; her hair pulled back into a simple braid down her back instead of worn in its customary style, and the symbol on her forehead was covered with a simple spattering and application of make-up that matched her skin tone.
This was one of Melpomene’s favorite past times, being amongst her people. It gave her a chance to learn what they needed, what they wanted, and what was happening to cause the good and the bad times that came upon them. By her side, which was the norm, Io followed. Thalia firmly believed that a princess should never interact with the people unless it was absolutely necessary, something that Melpomene disagreed with completely. (The violet haired princess had to drag Io the first few times that she snuck out of the castle as a pre-teen, but as they got older, Io followed of her own volition.)
The party was in full swing by the time that Melpomene and Io made it into the heart of the city, and Melpomene quickly fell into what she called her ‘natural place’ amongst the people that she loved with all of her heart. Her princess persona quickly dropped away and she was just a regular teenager, enjoying herself with the friends that she only got to see every once in a while. She laughed and swapped gossip with merchant’s daughters, flirted with sons (and even daughters) of tradesmen and merchants alike, played with the dirt-covered children that begged for her attention, and even danced in the fountain at the foot of the temple dedicated to the gods. Laughter escaped from her throat and for the first time in a long while, Melpomene felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders.
It was only by chance that she caught a glimpse of a man tugging a much-too-young girl by the arm away from the party and down a secluded alleyway. Telling Io that she was going to get more wine – something that was in great abundance at these kinds of parties – Melpomene made her way through the crowd of people, almost getting stepped on and squished in the process, towards the alley that the man and girl had disappeared down. What she saw when she got there made the young princess sick to her stomach. The young girl, who had to be no more than sixteen years old, was obviously too inebriated to understand what was happening to her as the obviously older, and much taller, man stripped her of her dress and went to move to take advantage of her. “Hey!” Melpomene called, all euphoria from the party gone, her blood running hot with anger, “Leave her alone!” The man stopped what he was doing to turn his gaze towards the tiny princess, who stood there with her hands on her hips and a severe look upon her face, “What are you gonna do about it Sweetheart?” came the reply, a disgusting smirk appearing on the man’s face as the other girl shivered. “Care to join us?”
Melpomene was utterly disgusted. Of all her trips to the city, she’d never seen this before. Closing the space between them, the tiny almost-woman did what she thought was right. She slammed her fist into his nose before kneeing him in the groin, watching him crumble to the cobblestones before she moved to help get the drunken teenage girl dressed again. It was only after the girl had thanked her with a too-soft voice and a sound that told Melpomene that she was going to be sick soon that the princess was alerted to any other danger. The man growled at her before his hand was wrapped around the tail of her braid and he was pulling her roughly towards the ground. Startled and in pain, Melpomene didn’t really have a chance to react before she was off of her feet, her elbows – and then her back – being scraped harshly on the pathway as the wind was knocked from her lungs. She was momentarily stunned and her attacker took that opportunity to tug tighter on her braid with one hand and wrap his hand around her throat with the other, straddling her petite body as the other girl stumbled off in search of help. (That is, if she didn’t stumble and pass out from all of the wine that she’d consumed.) “Now look at what you did,” the man said, squeezing her throat in his massive hand, “you’ve gone and ruined what was to be a perfectly good evening.”
His face was inches from hers now and Melpomene knew that if someone didn’t come soon, she’d be in real trouble. She was off her feet; he was at least a foot – if not more – taller than her and outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. He had the advantage and he knew it. It was at that moment that she felt something within her start to stir. She could feel herself growing warmer, her blood seemingly boiling with rage as he continued to talk to her. Melpomene couldn’t hear him over the sound of the thunder crashing overhead though. It was ringing in her ears, echoing into her very core. The man above her was loosening the grip on her neck as he turned his beady eyes to the heavens, watching in awe as the sky grew stormy and a heavy rain started to pummel the planet. The sound of thunder crashing and the streak of lightning across the sky were completely lost on the young princess as the heat in her blood washed over her body. Sailorjupiter was awakening from within her and there wasn’t anything that Melpomene could do about it. Reaching up, Melpomene grabbed the man’s meaty wrist in her tiny hands, the man yelping as their skin came into contact with one another. He recoiled, leaving the tiny princess on the floor, electrical burns running up his arm from where she touched him.
When Melpomene blinked, she was Princess Melpomene d’Iove no more.
Instead, she was Sailorjupiter, guardian of her home planet.
Her torn dress had been replaced with new clothes, armor included. The injured skin was healing quickly, not even leaving a scar in their wake as Jupiter turned her cold eyes onto the man who dared attack her. When she opened her mouth, her voice was steady, her dark brows furrowing together as the symbol on her forehead glowed with power. “Leave. Leave this planet and never return. I never want to see you in this city, or anywhere else, ever again.” Her voice was cold, deadly, unlike anything that she’d ever heard before. The man, his eyes wide with fear, nodded his head quickly, turned around, and ran. (He was never seen nor heard from by anyone on the planet Jupiter ever again.) Turning, Jupiter ran her hand over her hair, her eyes closing momentarily as she tried to calm herself. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. She was on a high and trying not to crash from the power that thrummed through her body. It didn’t help though. Leaning against the side of the building, Jupiter felt her body sag, the rain coming down softer now than before, moments before she collapsed into a puddle. She sat there for what seemed like an eternity before she heard Io’s voice. Looking up tiredly, Jupiter blinked at her friend’s worried face, and she was once again Princess Melpomene d’Iove.
For the first time in almost an millennia, Sailorjupiter had awoken on her own accord; there wouldn’t be a Test the following morning.
Once a life changes, you cannot ask for it to be returned to normal;;
Melpomene did not remember the hurried walk back to the palace. Nor did she remember Io helping her out of her informal wear and into her sleep clothes. She did not remember going to bed, or falling to sleep. For the first time in a very long time, Melpomene remembered dreaming. It was a nightmare. People were screaming, dying, and there wasn’t anything that she could do about it. The weather was uncontrollable, and try as she might, she couldn’t control the storm that raged overhead. People with almost-familiar faces, people that she somehow cared about – people that she loved – were dying. One girl that she felt a strong connection to died right before her very eyes, seemingly pleading with Melpomene to save her, and Melpomene awoke with a start. Tears were streaming down her face and a storm raged outside her bedroom window. Rain pelted everything in sight, and as lightning streaked across the sky, Melpomene’s eyes narrowed in on a lone figure standing near her balcony, a shawl pulled tight across her body.
Picked up her training quickly.
Became one of the stronger senshi, often trained with others to improve.
Took her position seriously.
[ My Soul On the Other Side ]
[ Player Information ]
Player Name: Lyssabean
Player Age: Nearing 21!
Contact Information: apollos_angel@live.com is the eMail. lyssa.the.bean is the AIM.
[ I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight ]
- Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift & The Civil Wars -
[ Catch Me As I Fall ]
[ The Basics ]
Name Meaning: Beautiful Night Storm
Nick Name:
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-curious. Though, she doesn’t have enough experience to say which she’s more attracted to.
[ Sweet Ruptured Light ]
[ Appearances ]
Portrait
Hair: Dusty Violet (#563444) in color, Kayo's hair is naturally thick and curly, falling in a single wave to just below her shoulder-blades, save for her bangs. Cut in to fall just below her chin, Kayo pushes the tresses to tuck behind her left ear, often clipping them into place whenever she doesn't want to deal with them constantly. One can usually find Kayo pulling her hair up into a high ponytail (as shown in the lunaii portrait) or pulled back into a somewhat tame braid. She hates having her hair down and only wears it that way whenever she is headed to bed, and even then, that is really rare.
Face & Eyes: Very wide and expressive, Kayo’s eyes are definitely her “interesting” feature. Understated Turquiose (#3A9E99) in color, Kayo's eyes are wide and expressive, often giving away any emotion she may be trying to hide. Surrounded by thick, black lashes, Kayo’s eyes already seem darker than their normal colors. Her face has a slight heart shape to it, with her slightly pointed chin and her high cheek bones. Across said cheekbones are a spattering of freckles that become darker when she’s outside in the sunlight for long periods of time, which just happens to be more often than not. Oh! How could one for get her nose?! Small and dainty, Kayo’s nose tilts upwards slightly, and seems like it should go on a little girl’s face, and not that of an 17-year-old high school senior. (Unlike her brothers, Kayo definitely has her father's more 'Western'/American look instead of her mother's Japanese heritage.)
Body Type: Standing at five foot and two inches tall, Kayo can only hope that she grows the extra inch and a half to be as tall as her mother. However, that doesn’t look like it’s going to be happening anytime in the near future, much to her chagrin. She’s fairly skinny, due more to her high metabolism than anything else, and she’s also got a well rounded body for her height. Her breasts are small, and in an 'in between' stage. They're too full for an 'A' cup, but not quite a 'B' cup, something that irritates her to no end. Her waist isn’t all that more narrow than that of her breasts and hips, only giving her a slight hourglass figure. Her legs are longer than her torso, but not that much, but enough to be proportionate. Definite muscle tone covers Kayo's body, but she is going to have to flex for you to actually see it. Also, the freckles that cover Kayo's face also cover the rest of her body, but are more prominent on her shoulders and arms from all of the sun exposure.
Clothing Style: When it comes to clothing, Kayo is what she refers to as an 'equal opportunist'. She doesn't prefer dresses over pants nor does she like skirts better than she likes dresses. She likes what she likes and would much rather be comfortable than dress in the 'fashion' running around town.
Anytime from it starts warming up to the middle of September you can find this girl wearing a variety of shorts, capris, and sundresses. Denim and khaki are her favorites, though she’s been known to wear just plain cotton in a variety of colors when it comes to Soffee’s, you know, the gym short? Tank tops, camisoles, T-shirts with cartoon characters and her favorite band on them, those are the tops you will see her wear. And just like with her Soffee’s she’ll wear them in a variety of colors. However, purples, greys, and white are her favorite, even though she’ll destroy the white ones in minutes of sitting down at the dinner table.
Kayo is one of those people who loves the snow that winter brings, but absolutely hates that it has to get so cold for it to do that. Her very cheerful and bright camisoles turn into muted long sleeved t-shirts that she can still wear with her cartoon character short sleeve t-shirts. Her comfortable shorts, capris, and Soffee's will turn into plain ol' denim jeans that she can layer leggings under when she gets too cold. Socks become a must, even if they are the type that don't go above your ankle, Kayo needs them to keep her toes warm. Sweaters, sweatshirts, and fashionable jackets are often worn to give her some extra padding and warmth for the colder months. As per usual, her favorite colors to wear are purples, greys, and white, with the occasional oddity now and then.
Shoes come in all different kinds, but if we're being honest, Kayo hates closed-toed shoes in the summer. She'd much rather run around barefoot than put any form of closed-toe shoe on. So, sandals tend to be the only thing she'll wear in the warmer weather. In the winter, however, Converse and boots trade places with the sandals - with Kayo complaining to herself the entire time how she wished it was warm enough for her to put her sandals back on.
[ Don’t Turn Away ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Personality: Kayo is definitely a mixture of all sorts of things. First and foremost, though, Kayo is loyal, almost to a fault, in some ways. As in, if you just happen to be her best friend, or just a really good acquaintance and she sees that you are in trouble, she will be right there by your side just as soon as she can get there. She'll help defend anyone that needs it, even if that means that she will be the one in the middle of it all. She's always there for her friends and she doesn't want anyone to be hurt. What most people tend to notice first about her though, is that she tends to shy away from people upon first meeting them, often making others think that she's a snob. She's not though, she just doesn't want to open her heart and get hurt when they leave. Kayo is generally soft spoken, and usually stops to think of her answers before she gives them. There are cases, however, where her mother's short temper starts to flare up within her and she just lashes out, oftentimes getting her into trouble, both at school and at home.
Kayo loves to make friends, even if her soft-spoken ways and shyness make her seem stuck up. She doesn't care if they're male or female, fat or skinny. She'll attempt to make friends with anyone and everyone.
Kayo is one of those who tries to always think of the consequences before she leaps. She doesn't like getting into trouble and absolutely hates being in the limelight. Very bright, Kayo is a quick thinker and often has to tell herself to slow down whenever trying to figure out a problem. That, however, usually doesn't happen. If there is a ten step problem that has to be solved, Kayo will get to about step five, maybe six before she solves it and leaves the other four steps out. Being a quick thinker has always been one of her strong points, but she doesn't always show it. Curiosity also happens to be one of Kayo's strong points. She's always asking questions about how something works and whether or not once something is taken apart if it can be put back together.
Strengths:
+ Loyal.
+ Curious nature.
+ Quick thinker.
+ Photography & Designing dresses.
+ Able to blend into the background.
Weaknesses:
- Her family.
- Shy, especially around new people.
- Soft-spoken.
- Speaking her mind.
- Large groups of people.
Dreams: Kayo wants to move to America to learn more about her biological father and design wedding dresses for a living.
Fears: Losing the rest of her family and never spreading her wings.
[ Candy Clouds of Lullaby ]
[ Present History ]
The youngest of nine. - 5 were adopted.
Only daughter.
Half Japanese/Half Greco-American.
Grew up learning Greek stories.
Lost her father when she was fourteen.
[ Sailorjupiter ]
[ Don’t Close Your Eyes ]
[ The Basics ]
Realm of Power: Storms
Alignment: Her people, Selenity, the Silver Moon Court.
Colors: End of the River (#45323C), New Anger (#1F5057), Myopic (#4D6B5F], Paphos (#679985), and Intellektuelle (#242424)
Symbol: A stylized number four, an artistic rendition of Jupiter/Zeus' thunder bolt.
[ Return to Me Salvation ]
[ A Look Deeper ]
Uniform Description: IMAGE COMING SOON!
Her Hair;; As Sailorjupiter, Kayo's hair is simply tugged back into a pair of French braid pigtails and tied off with New Anger colored bands. Her bangs brushed to the left side of her face, twisted so that they'll have a chance of staying there, and then pinned down with two simple New Anger colored clips.
Collar;; Jupiter's collar is tucked into the front of her chest plate and dual-layered. The top layer is End of the River in color and made out of the same material her toga is made from. It rests over her shoulders and falls to just below her shoulder blades. Along the edge is another strip of fabric, this time Paphos in color. The bottom layer is Intellektuelle in color and made from a guazey fabric that is more sheer than not.
The Undergarments;; Underneath Jupiter's armor is a simple cotton cloth that wraps around her body much like a Greek toga would. It is fairly short, resting barely above her mid-thigh on her left leg and then coming down to just below her lip line on her right leg. It has only one shoulder, her right shoulder, where the fabric is tied together and tucked under her shoulder armor. The fabric is ombre in coloring, starting with End of River on her right shoulder, fading into New Anger at her waist and then fading into Myopic at her hips and towards her mid-thigh on her left side. Underneath her toga is a simple Paphos colored one-shouldered (the right shoulder, with a spaghetti strap) leotard that helps keep her business her business.
The Armor;; Intellektuelle in color, Jupiter's armor is made from a lightweight metal that is seemingly molded to her more-athletic frame. Over her breasts, the chest plate has a sweetheart neckline and is adorned with leaves that flair outwards from the center. They are layered and made from the same material her armor is made from, giving her chest another layer of protection from attacks. The rest of the armor is molded over her abdomen, ending in a dramatic curved 'V' shape over her hips. Etched into the metal are storm clouds and lightning bolts, all of which seem to move and 'come to life' whenever Jupiter summons an attack. Underneath the chest plate, as well as over her hips, there is a single strip of End of the River colored fabric that encircles her entire body. It is a sturdy fabric, more leather cord than anything else, and essentially ties her armor together in the back - much like a corset would be laced in the front. Instead of lacing upwards, towards Jupiter's shoulder blades, the lacing goes down her back and ends at the small of her back, creating a decent sized bow. Inside this bow, however, is another smaller bow, New Anger in color. (Through the lacing of her armor, you can see Jupiter's toga and bare back. This makes her own armor one of her weaknesses, something that Jupiter hates, which means she is more than conscious of showing her back to her enemy.) Over her left shoulder are three rings of Intellektuelle metal placed close together to form a shoulder guard. It's more for the protection of her shoulder from the Malleus - because she likes resting it against her shoulder for some inane reason - than anything else. Also, the same metal can be seen over her forearms and over her shins, the same etchings appearing on either end of the brace. (Jupiter has the same fabric of her toga tucked underneath her arm guards - the same ombre styling and coloring as well - that way her arms are protected from chaffing. The fabric extends upwards to rest just under her elbows with an End of the RIver colored band and then travels towards to cover the top of her hand in a 'V' shape, the fabric being secured with an Myopic colored band surrounding her middle fingers. The same can be said about the fabric wrapped around her calves, only the fabric stops just below her knees and rests just over her ankles.)
Shoes;; End of the River in color, Jupiter has Grecian sandals as her footwear. With no heels, Jupiter still finds her height dilemma unsolved, but would much rather be able to run instead of gain some height. The sandals themselves come up to just below her knees and a majority of them are hidden under the fabric and armor that serve to protect her legs.
Accessories;; Jupiter's accessories are kept simple. She has three earrings in each ear, the top most one being a small amethyst stud. The middle earring is an turquoise stud only slightly larger than the amethyst one, and the third earring is an small Intellektuelle hoop. Around her neck is a simple Intellektuelle leather cord that ties with a simple knot in the back. (Here's a fun little tidbit, since her fingernails and toenails are visible, it's easy to see that her nails are the same color as her fuku. Five colors equals one color for each finger/toe, starting with End of the River and ending with Intellektuelle.)
[/ul]Weapon: Tempestatem Malleus - Storm Hammer
- Sequence:
- Effect:
Procellárum Percusserit - "Storm Strike!"
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Battle Style: Jupiter prefers not to have a set style, that way she's always learning new things. When she is using the Malleus, she is both offensive and defensive because of the attacks she can use with it, but if she is drained from using too much of her power, she can simply use it as a shield to protect herself or simply use it to try and hit someone with the end if she needs to. But, when push comes to shove and Jupiter doesn't have enough strength to wield the Malleus, she'll banish it and use hand-to-hand combat. She's getting stronger when it comes to hand-to-hand, meaning that she does put up a good fight and won't go down easily, but she's still working on honing her skills.
Warrior Personality: Similar to that of Kayo, Jupiter is one of the last people to enter the fight. She'll stand back from the mayhem and calculate how best to get out of there without getting too banged up. Some may consider the senshi of storms distant and cold, but she's really one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. She just puts up a front to keep herself - and her heart - protected. Fairly quiet, Jupiter won't speak up in a meeting unless a question is poised in her direction, and even then she takes a moment to think through her answer before she opens her mouth to respond.
Passive Abilities:
[ It Ends Here Tonight ]
[ The Story of the Past ]
Growing up the youngest didn’t always have its perks;;
As the youngest of the nine d’Iove daughters, Melpomene never thought that she’d actually be chosen to become the next Sailorjupiter, to become the next Chosen One, the next Queen. In all actuality, the violet haired teen never wanted it, or anything that came along with it. All Melpomene wanted was to be left to what was left of her childhood. She wanted to be left to enjoy her gardens and play her music, and more importantly to the young woman, she wanted to be able to write her poetry and learn more about her people in peace.
When she was just four years old, Melpomene started her schooling. Unbeknownst to her at the time, the young child that she shared her lessons with, Io, would become her guardian in the future. The youngest daughter of Jupiter became well versed in music, poetry, literature, mathematics, basically everything that a young princess would need to know when she was older and had to take part of important matters of state (in this case – planet) and whenever she was visiting a sister planet. (As as teen, Melpomene was more than willing to become a delegate/liaison to another planet – Mercury and Earth were her top choices.) At the request of her father, and much to her mother’s chagrin, Melpomene was also given lessons in archery and hand-to-hand combat. She excelled in everything and was fonder of her indoor lessons than anything that required her to change clothes so that she could spar. As she grew older though, she came to understand why she needed the training in hand-to-hand combat – so that she could protect herself – and archery – it gave her something to do with her father whenever he got a break from ‘being the King’ for a couple of hours.
Though she and her sisters, Thalia and Clio, were close enough in age – Thalia being Melpomene’s twin and Clio only being three years older – to take their lessons together, Melpomene found herself pairing up with Io more often than not. The two seemed to bond when they were first introduced and said bond only seemed to grow with each year that passed. Soon they were inseparable, attached at the hip just like Melpomene and Thalia were. It wasn’t questioned though, as it had been foretold to the king and queen that the Chosen daughter would form a bond with their guardian at a young age. So, they encouraged Melpomene and Io to be friends, hoping that it wouldn’t backfire in their faces if one of their older daughters turned out to be the next Solider of Storms.
It was when she was fourteen that Melpomene felt her life shift on its axis.
Everyone on Jupiter – especially those who worked in the palace – knew that when a princess turned seventeen she would be Tested to see if she were the next Sailorjupiter. And so, this would be the year that Clio was to be Tested. Even though a part of her – the little voice in the back of her head that Melpomene liked to pretend didn’t exist – told her that it was foolish to do so, she prayed everyday to the gods that Clio would be the next Soldier. She knew it was selfish of her, but Melpomene was quite content with her life and had voiced upon many occasions on how she wished that it wouldn’t be her, or even Thalia. The morning that Clio was to be Tested, Melpomene found herself in the temple, praying for her sister’s success and for her own selfish desire to not be the next Chosen one. It was when the bell tolled only twice that Melpomene knew that her fate was sealed. In three years time, she and Thalia would both be Tested. With one final prayer to the heavens, Melpomene left the temple, and it was with a sinking feeling that she knew she would be the One.
The next three years passed with agonizing slowness for Melpomene. She found herself withdrawing from her sparring lessons with her twin and Io; often find solace in just being alone for a few hours before she and Thalia were expected to meet their mother for private training. It was during these times that Melpomene found herself transfixed by her own mother; in the way that she handled herself and the weapon that she used to spar with. For Astraeus, the Tempestatem Malleus or Storm Hammer was actually known as the Baculum Tempestates or Staff of Storms. (For each new Sailorjupiter, the weapon changed into something that the Princess would need to adapt to using. For Astraeus, it was a staff because she was used to relying on a sword in battle situations, for Melpomene it would become a hammer because she was used to using a bow and arrow and hand-to-hand combat.) Astraeus was very careful with the weapon, as she knew the kind of power that it held, and the more that Melpomene watched, the more that she came to realize that being the next Protector wasn’t a burden. It wasn’t something to hate or despise. It was something to respect, to hold dear to your heart, just like her mother did.
As much as she didn’t want to be the next Sailorjupiter, Melpomene silently vowed that, if chosen, she would be the best that her planet had ever seen and would work to earn their love and respect. As the youngest Princess of Jupiter, Melpomene had vowed to die protecting her planet if the need be, and she knew that if she were its protector she would do the exact same.
One might call it the most important day of her life;;
It was on the eve of her seventeenth birthday that Melpomene finally came to terms with the fact that she might actually be the next Sailorjupiter, that she one day would be married to a man that she didn’t know – all for the sake of protecting her people – and that she would become the next Queen of Jupiter, just as her mother had done before her. As per usual, the teen was walking through the streets of the city, enjoying the festivities that the people held in her and Thalia’s honor every year, just as they did with the rest of her elder sisters. She was dressed in plain clothes; her hair pulled back into a simple braid down her back instead of worn in its customary style, and the symbol on her forehead was covered with a simple spattering and application of make-up that matched her skin tone.
This was one of Melpomene’s favorite past times, being amongst her people. It gave her a chance to learn what they needed, what they wanted, and what was happening to cause the good and the bad times that came upon them. By her side, which was the norm, Io followed. Thalia firmly believed that a princess should never interact with the people unless it was absolutely necessary, something that Melpomene disagreed with completely. (The violet haired princess had to drag Io the first few times that she snuck out of the castle as a pre-teen, but as they got older, Io followed of her own volition.)
The party was in full swing by the time that Melpomene and Io made it into the heart of the city, and Melpomene quickly fell into what she called her ‘natural place’ amongst the people that she loved with all of her heart. Her princess persona quickly dropped away and she was just a regular teenager, enjoying herself with the friends that she only got to see every once in a while. She laughed and swapped gossip with merchant’s daughters, flirted with sons (and even daughters) of tradesmen and merchants alike, played with the dirt-covered children that begged for her attention, and even danced in the fountain at the foot of the temple dedicated to the gods. Laughter escaped from her throat and for the first time in a long while, Melpomene felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders.
It was only by chance that she caught a glimpse of a man tugging a much-too-young girl by the arm away from the party and down a secluded alleyway. Telling Io that she was going to get more wine – something that was in great abundance at these kinds of parties – Melpomene made her way through the crowd of people, almost getting stepped on and squished in the process, towards the alley that the man and girl had disappeared down. What she saw when she got there made the young princess sick to her stomach. The young girl, who had to be no more than sixteen years old, was obviously too inebriated to understand what was happening to her as the obviously older, and much taller, man stripped her of her dress and went to move to take advantage of her. “Hey!” Melpomene called, all euphoria from the party gone, her blood running hot with anger, “Leave her alone!” The man stopped what he was doing to turn his gaze towards the tiny princess, who stood there with her hands on her hips and a severe look upon her face, “What are you gonna do about it Sweetheart?” came the reply, a disgusting smirk appearing on the man’s face as the other girl shivered. “Care to join us?”
Melpomene was utterly disgusted. Of all her trips to the city, she’d never seen this before. Closing the space between them, the tiny almost-woman did what she thought was right. She slammed her fist into his nose before kneeing him in the groin, watching him crumble to the cobblestones before she moved to help get the drunken teenage girl dressed again. It was only after the girl had thanked her with a too-soft voice and a sound that told Melpomene that she was going to be sick soon that the princess was alerted to any other danger. The man growled at her before his hand was wrapped around the tail of her braid and he was pulling her roughly towards the ground. Startled and in pain, Melpomene didn’t really have a chance to react before she was off of her feet, her elbows – and then her back – being scraped harshly on the pathway as the wind was knocked from her lungs. She was momentarily stunned and her attacker took that opportunity to tug tighter on her braid with one hand and wrap his hand around her throat with the other, straddling her petite body as the other girl stumbled off in search of help. (That is, if she didn’t stumble and pass out from all of the wine that she’d consumed.) “Now look at what you did,” the man said, squeezing her throat in his massive hand, “you’ve gone and ruined what was to be a perfectly good evening.”
His face was inches from hers now and Melpomene knew that if someone didn’t come soon, she’d be in real trouble. She was off her feet; he was at least a foot – if not more – taller than her and outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. He had the advantage and he knew it. It was at that moment that she felt something within her start to stir. She could feel herself growing warmer, her blood seemingly boiling with rage as he continued to talk to her. Melpomene couldn’t hear him over the sound of the thunder crashing overhead though. It was ringing in her ears, echoing into her very core. The man above her was loosening the grip on her neck as he turned his beady eyes to the heavens, watching in awe as the sky grew stormy and a heavy rain started to pummel the planet. The sound of thunder crashing and the streak of lightning across the sky were completely lost on the young princess as the heat in her blood washed over her body. Sailorjupiter was awakening from within her and there wasn’t anything that Melpomene could do about it. Reaching up, Melpomene grabbed the man’s meaty wrist in her tiny hands, the man yelping as their skin came into contact with one another. He recoiled, leaving the tiny princess on the floor, electrical burns running up his arm from where she touched him.
When Melpomene blinked, she was Princess Melpomene d’Iove no more.
Instead, she was Sailorjupiter, guardian of her home planet.
Her torn dress had been replaced with new clothes, armor included. The injured skin was healing quickly, not even leaving a scar in their wake as Jupiter turned her cold eyes onto the man who dared attack her. When she opened her mouth, her voice was steady, her dark brows furrowing together as the symbol on her forehead glowed with power. “Leave. Leave this planet and never return. I never want to see you in this city, or anywhere else, ever again.” Her voice was cold, deadly, unlike anything that she’d ever heard before. The man, his eyes wide with fear, nodded his head quickly, turned around, and ran. (He was never seen nor heard from by anyone on the planet Jupiter ever again.) Turning, Jupiter ran her hand over her hair, her eyes closing momentarily as she tried to calm herself. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins. She was on a high and trying not to crash from the power that thrummed through her body. It didn’t help though. Leaning against the side of the building, Jupiter felt her body sag, the rain coming down softer now than before, moments before she collapsed into a puddle. She sat there for what seemed like an eternity before she heard Io’s voice. Looking up tiredly, Jupiter blinked at her friend’s worried face, and she was once again Princess Melpomene d’Iove.
For the first time in almost an millennia, Sailorjupiter had awoken on her own accord; there wouldn’t be a Test the following morning.
Once a life changes, you cannot ask for it to be returned to normal;;
Melpomene did not remember the hurried walk back to the palace. Nor did she remember Io helping her out of her informal wear and into her sleep clothes. She did not remember going to bed, or falling to sleep. For the first time in a very long time, Melpomene remembered dreaming. It was a nightmare. People were screaming, dying, and there wasn’t anything that she could do about it. The weather was uncontrollable, and try as she might, she couldn’t control the storm that raged overhead. People with almost-familiar faces, people that she somehow cared about – people that she loved – were dying. One girl that she felt a strong connection to died right before her very eyes, seemingly pleading with Melpomene to save her, and Melpomene awoke with a start. Tears were streaming down her face and a storm raged outside her bedroom window. Rain pelted everything in sight, and as lightning streaked across the sky, Melpomene’s eyes narrowed in on a lone figure standing near her balcony, a shawl pulled tight across her body.
Picked up her training quickly.
Became one of the stronger senshi, often trained with others to improve.
Took her position seriously.
[ My Soul On the Other Side ]
[ Player Information ]
Player Name: Lyssabean
Player Age: Nearing 21!
Contact Information: apollos_angel@live.com is the eMail. lyssa.the.bean is the AIM.
