STUDENT ; Tsukuda Kohaku.

[Tsukuda Kohaku]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,95%,true][atrb=align,center,true][bg=#bcbcbc] Tsukuda Kohaku " A Carnal Carnival. " STARE AT THE ESSENTIAL QUALITIES ( the vicinity overflows with the lie. ) NAME: Tsukuda Kohaku NICKNAME(S)/ALIAS: Queen. [Self-proclaimed.] AGE: 17 BIRTHDAY: April 15th. GENDER: Female. SEXUALITY: Unsure. The girl is greedy and willing to try everything once. PROFESSION: Third Year. GROUP: Students. ARCANA: Devil. THE LIVING THING IS COMPOSED OF PROTOPLASM ( the mind is sure to wake. ) PERSONALITY: The Tsukuda is a blossoming bud of femininity...looks-wise, and even then that's questionable. Curves are just about the only thing womanly about her. Kohaku is a rough girl, and her language is quite...colorful, to say the least, like any maturing young lady. A grasp of and creative application of curse words always seemed to be some test into teenage-hood, and Kohaku engages in the rite of passage quite actively. (["The hell are you talking about? I ain't heard of no ****ing pass of ritage."]), she's a doll ladies and gentleman. Don't you want to take her home? Usually, she is loafing around, whether slacking in the shade or lounging on the couch of whatever poor soul she has decided to freeload from. They say her laziness is birthed from her enjoying every moment, savoring every delicious second of her life. She is of the belief that the world belongs to her. Kohaku is as stingy as she is generous, while everything is for her taking, how can one call themselves wealthy if they do not wish to share? She is extremely open and amiable, willing to use her resourcefulness for others when it does not interfere with her self-preservation. Her general ethic is sporadic, and she favors spontaneity, prefering the high of the thrill of the moment over calculated movement. Most take her lax attitude as slowness, however, they completely disregard her cravings. Young mind fresh, she delves into every topic and dissects her environment greedily. Things of interest are simply not learned, but devoured. Kohaku is a being guided by desire and impulse, every pour absorbs the atmosphere. Most importantly, this thoroughness has given her an affinity for machines in general. Her temper is quite even, as she takes everything in stride, but that does not mean Kohaku doesn't have buttons you should avoid. When that temper is ignited, the consequences whether good or ill will suffer her full effort. Whenever Kohaku wants something, you can guarantee she will go after it, leaving a possessive streak behind her. Such one-mindedness can work against her. Often quite caught up in what she's doing, and sometimes does not have the foresight to see how it could effect the others around her. She burns with hidden ambition and simply enough, she cannot stop herself from catching fire to her intense flame once she starts. Many claim she is selfish, a slave to her own body. If that is the case, Kohaku is blissfully chained to her carnal needs. In her imprisonment, she finds herself the most free of all. LIKES: Technology. Especially her moped~. <3 The Arts. Eating. Traveling. Getting Gifts. DISLIKES: Order. Quiet. Lack of ambition. [PFFFFFFT.] Being rushed. Narrow-mindedness. HISTORY: Kohaku's need to travel, her craving for the taste of freedom was not unfounded. Kaito Tsukuda had been a freelance drifter, knowing no love other than The Road. Oh how those curves winded, enough to drive a man wild! And she lead him to the most unlikely of places with that allure. Some mundane, others exciting, all were different. Kaito had never suffered the regret of making the wrong choice or the luxury of worrying about wasted time, for Lady Road always gave him space for another chance. And so drive and drive he did, many towns and many turns later, Kaito had found somewhere that would finally give his love for travel a run for it's money. No, this place did not have the waterside beauty of Chugoku, nor the rolling plains and proud hills of Kanto. The small village of Minamiyamashiro was quite bigger than others, but was still quite average. No, the majesty of that village did not belong to near a geographical feature, nor a tourist attraction. No, it belonged to the cute innkeeper. Her smile, that hospitality, and not to mention the culinary skills, and she had a shape that could through off a jeep! Mmm. Love blossomed within that summer, passions riding high, both Rei and Kaito soon were bestowed a child. Coincidentally, two weeks later after hearing the joyful news, Kaito was so ecstatic that he had rode straight out of town out of fear for being too good of a parent. Atleast, that's what mom had told her. Rei always had a scary ability to make things more cheerful than they really were. The woman found herself pulling overtime more than she had expected. But it was okay! Because daddy Kaito would come back soon. That line of thinking was discarded after Kohaku's seventh birthday, her present was a "change of scenery", as her mother had so delicately put it. Rei would need a better job, and so she would move to the city of Koren for more opportunities that the country could not offer her. The way how her child's fingers had pressed to the glass of the window to observe the scenic expanse of the rural countryside truly had reminded Rei of her lost love. Koren was opened with welcome arms by Kohaku, the blaring noise of horns and the people, the structure of the buildings. So strange and new! All waiting to be explored and Kohaku made sure to do such. She desired to know how and what made things tick. As a child she felt, investigated whatever was within arm's length with all five senses. Left mostly unsupervised and in the hands of an unwilling babysitter, Kohaku had discovered a love for destruction. Using her hands, she conducted a symphony of bashing, crashing, and smashing every breakable object. The threats of discipline did not rein in any of her impulses at all. As a matter of fact, it had only served to deepen them. How tantalizing and delicious that grandfather clock was at Toshizawa-san's house, an eight-year-old Kohaku simply could not maintain the urge to...give it a little push. Kohaku was not at all disappointed. Nuts, bolts, and cogs all exploded forth from the oak casing like a mechanical pinata. The pieces amongst the splinters shiny and appealing, all so wonderful and appealing like candy wrappers. Too bad...they didn't taste quite as good. If it wasn't for eating, then what purpose did these wonderful shinies serve? Why were they there? With those questions (and many spankings later), Kohaku's mind flipped the proverbial coin. She would find creation on the other side of her beloved destruction. Mechanics and technology would become Travel's rival for the number one spot in Kohaku's heart. That day was a historical moment: the Tsukuda girl would pick up a book willingly for the first time. Of course Kohaku didn't understand the complex terminology of these books, so she did the next best thing any sophisticated eight-year-old would: annoy the hell out of every surrounding adult with questions. And the questions never stopped, her interest for mechanics had stayed with her. The first test of her skills was with the beloved moped she had discovered in the junkyard and revived. It is still with her today. Unfortunately for everything else, all subjects were simply brushed off, this had included school. Kohaku's rapid declining interest in everything but herself, appearance maturing to mirror Kaito's and poor performance in academics built up an unseen rage within Rei. The sheer arrogance of her child, it has ultimately caused the woman to cast out and turn her own back on her daughter. Grief from her lost love reflecting within her child, Rei was unable to face Kohaku with any ounce of sanity. And so Kohaku wanders the streets, nothing to her name but the wind through her hair, the freedom she loves, and the moped she adores so very much. CONCEALING YOUR SELF-CONTRADICTION ( will you continue displaying yourself? ) OOC NAME: Utopia CONTACT: Ask me? o: PASSWORD: approved HOW YOU FOUND US: That nig Dystopia. NOTES: FACE CLAIM: Kino. [b]KINO NO TABI, Kino:[/b] Tsukuda Kohaku THE DAYS YOU WISH FOR TO A SKY THAT WON'T ANSWER ( break them! this tainted heart and door of time. ) lyrics taken from PROTOPLASM by RENTRER EN SOI

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