behind the wheel
name: Lock
age: 17
years role-playing: 5
five words to describe you: hyper, curious, insane, helpful, disturbed-only at certain times-


character B A S I C S
full name: Sayaka Orihime Sabaku
age: 18
date of birth: November 14th
gender: female
sexual orientation: straight

dive D E E P E R
simple appearance
weight: 115lbs
height: 5'4"
hair color: brown
eye color: hazel
skin color: tanned naturally
other: Sayaka is Asian so her appearance comes from that mostly.

overall appearance:
Sayaka isn’t modest but she also doesn’t show her body off every chance she gets. She’s slim without being skinny and has slight curves that she herself has grown to love. Her skin is naturally tan from hanging out in the sun all the time. Her eyes are bright green which looks slightly weird. Her eyes are shocking emerald. She used to wear colored contacts to make them brown because she’d been bullied over her eyes among other things. She stopped wearing contacts when she almost went blind from them once. They’d cut her eye and she was still partially blind in her right eye. Now she has to wear glasses most of the time.

Depending on the light her hair could appear either brown or black. More often than not it looks light brown. She sometimes highlights the front part of her hair when she’d bored. Saya straightens it every morning. When her hair gets wet or it’s humid outside her hair goes curly again which annoys her because then it keeps getting in her face. If it’s not straight she pulls it up into a ponytail or something along those lines. She hates things being in her face.

Saya wears whatever comes to hand. She likes looking nice but not preppy or like she lives to shop. More often than not her clothes are for comfort than fashion. She doesn’t dress up for anyone but herself. She likes to wear jewelry. Mainly earrings and bracelets which clink softly when she walks or moves. Her body is crisscrossed with small scars on her back and legs from when she’d been thrown into a thorn bush when she was little. You couldn’t see them unless she’d been in the sun for a long time and her skin was darker than usual which showed off the white scars. She only has one tattoo on her body. It’s a headset and a camera on her right hip. She loved music and taking pictures so she’d done the design for the tattoo herself. They were silver so when she wanted the tattoo to show… it did. She also has a belly ring that is usually a diamond or a dragon.

personal B A C K G R O U N D
family history: -falls under her history-
character history:
Well she was born in Minnesota. A place not very inhabited with Asians. In fact…. her family was the only ones in the town. So she was bullied. Her parents had it ok because they’d made friends there. But Saya hadn’t been so lucky. None of the younger kids wanted to deal with her because of her nationality. This really sucked because it made her alone. She was an only child and her parents were far from loving. In fact they left her as much as possible. And she wasn’t bullied by just being called names, even though she had been. One of the nicknames the bullies favored was SOS. Basically they meant that they wanted to be saved from her. She had also been hit and kicked and thrown down. Sayaka wanted to protect herself and started to read up on how to do so.

Well that idea didn’t work out too well. She had been practicing how to do it in her backyard when a few of the neighborhood kids found her. They didn’t seem to happy that she was learning out how to protect herself from them. So a few of the bigger ones picked her up and took her into the forest as she screamed. Sad thing was… no one came to investigate even though they had to have heard her. Even her parents failed to go help. They went further and further into the forest until they found what they were looking for. A lethal looking bush of thorns. They yelled encouragement at each other as they suddenly threw her down into it. She’d been 7. She’d cried as every last thorn ripped into her body and she started to bleed everywhere. It took her over two hours to climb out of the bush and for her, her hands were horribly shredded. She ran out of the forest and to her mother. Well Hikaru turned to her daughter, scowled at her and shoved her away as she called her weak for having put up with the bullying. Saya ran away to a hospital where she staid and the police came in to ask her what happened. They listened and seemed to care until they found out that one of the kids who’d thrown her and had made up the idea had been the son of the police chief. They left after that and soon the whole incident was forgotten by everyone except her. She left the hospital the next day and went back home.

Her mother ignored her as if she wasn't even alive. And her father usually did as well. Except when she started to look like a girl and hit puberty at the age of 11. Thats when her father started to notice her. Well her body anyway. At first it started off as nothing big. Just hugs here, and slight touches there. He even started to talk to her, which made Ember feel like her father finally loved her. So she was happy. Until one night her mom was gone to a business thing all night. Her father attacked and raped her. Em cried and tried to fight him off but he was bigger than her. And he ended up beating her into submission. Once he was done he beat her again for the fun of it and left her in her room, unconsious and bleeding. That wasn't the only night either. He did that every night her mom wasn't home. And when she tried to tell her mom about it she got slapped in the face and called a lying slut. So she never spoke of it again and it continued for years.

A few years passed and now she was in high school. A freshman. She thought everything would better now that they’d all grown up. And at firs it seemed like it. The other kids, the guys at least, stopped bullying her. The girls hadn’t of course. And they had another target. In her freshman year Sayaka had been… chubby. She’d started to eat a lot because of being bullied. The guys basically ignored her most of the time. So she dealt with the horrible remarks from the girls. The very skinny, preppy girls who had also bullied her as a kid. She barely got through that first year. Then came sophomore year. And something weird happened. A guy started to notice her and would talk to her and flirt with her. The guy was the chief of police’s son, Ryder. Well Saya, being as innocent as she’d been, thought he really did want her. He was talking to her and telling her she was beautiful and that he was sorry for what he’d done to her. On the night of the school’s spring dance he’d kissed her and had gotten her to say that she loved him. What an idiot she’d been. Him and every single person around her started laughing. He told her he’d only been playing with her to humiliate her. She ran out of the school crying and went home where her parents were missing once again. Saya was finally fed up with it and she packed up all the stuff she could and ran away. She even stole her father’s car. Thankfully her parents didn’t give a car and had forgotten her. Otherwise they might have called the police to get the car back.

She started to travel across the US. She didn’t have enough money to settle down anywhere for a long time so just worked odd jobs in the places she did end up. With the way she was living she started to become smaller and smaller because of her irregular eating habits. She would mostly just work at as a waitress and so learned to talk to people instead of being shy like she used to be. She would sometimes look back on her past but felt nothing to it besides joy at that she’d left it. Sayaka was a person who looked forward rather than back. When she got to New York she knew she found the place she wanted to be. So she made it to where she could be at NYH for her Senior year. She’d been traveling her whole would have been Junior year. But she made up for it by having read anything and everything she could get her hands on. Only math eluded her at times. Science and history she understood easily.

other R E Q U I R E M E N T S
role-play sample:-from a diff site sorry-
Cara raised an eyebrow when he moved the bed and looked under it. She was frankly horrified and what she saw. The condoms and needles more than anything else really. The gun and daggers she didn't mind because she knew he'd have those no matter where he was. And she knew he smoked so the cigarretes didn't bother her. But the fact that he had the needles did because it made her worry he might be doing the wrong kind of drugs. As for the condoms.... she had to wonder exactly who he was planning on using those with.

She rolled her eyes when he threatened her. "Syron I don't give a d**n if you have a gun and blades. Hell even I have those. I know you'd have them no matter what I said or did. You'd get more if they broke or anything. And I don't even care about the cigarretes. My only problem is the needles. And a little bit with the condoms. But it's your life and you can have sex with whoever. I just want to know why you have the needles. I'm asking you to tell me that much."

Cara sighed when he mentioned he'd been abandoned too. If you didn't want children then you shouldn't have them. That's what she thought anyway. It didn't make sense to have sex, knowing you might make a baby, have the baby, then just abandon it. Or abuse it. It was just plain idiocy.

She continued to sit in front of him on the bed. It was one of the only spots where there wasn't blood. Sure she cared for him but she didn't really like the symbolish of sitting in his blood. "You're not the first person to bride the guards. I just hope you don't end up killing them. And you don't have to tell me which ones they are. Makes no difference to me because even if I did fire them, which it would be stupid to do anyway, you'd just get more." She smiled at him.

That's when she looked down at his hands again and felt anger again for the blood still coming from them. She hated that he'd been hurt. He was a handsom, strong, young man. He shouldn't have grown up with the life he had. No one should. "Not all guys like you should be in jail. At least you understand that you have a small problem and even that you believe in God. Some people in jail have no such thoughts. They are empty people who kill for the joy of it. Innocents and others alike. The man and his friend who'd tried to kill me and a friend of mine thought as much. They thought the world was theirs and they had all the right to do what they were going to. They would never feel regret or ever think of us again once we were dead. They'd just go on and kill more people. You're not like that. At least, not completely. You kill those who deserve it. Not anyone and everyone you come across or who walks past you on the street."