Post by Megamind on May 15, 2011 14:39:31 GMT -5
Posted again, since it poofed.
Quote: "I guess the complications on this time plane were unavoidable..."
Name: Mikuru Asahina
Age: 17
Show/Movie: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
Appearance: Mikuru is a petite and curvy young lady. She has flawless creamy skin, large amber eyes, and long, wavy chestnut hair. She is basically the epitome of a moe character. She doesn't wear her sailor fuku anymore, but wears cute frilly outfits and the likes instead.
Picture:
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 110 lb.
Personality: To describe Mikuru in one word, it would be this: MOE. Everything about her simply screams adorable. The way she talks, the way she moves, the way she dresses... everything. But actually, there is more to Mikuru than meets the eye. She's extremely intellegent beyond that cuddly little shell, and really wants to be more assertive and playful, but shyness holds her down. She is basically a soft little bud waiting to blossom into a radiant flower...
History: (I'm basing this off of the novel... like, only the first novel. Since I haven't gotten very far in the anime nor manga, and the rest of the novels are absolute hell to find.)
It was when she was sent off from her home plane to investigate this Suzumiya girl that everything went downhill.
She showed up as a second-year student at said girl's school. She was surprised to find herself actually being brought into Suzumiya's "club"... the SOS Brigade. Yuki, a scout from the Data Overmind, had been sent to the school as well, and she'd ended up in the club as well. Now it was unavoidable. She learned more about her, and by extension, the boy that was often seen accompanying her. Kyon. He was starting to seem like he could have been the source of the problem. He said lots of things to Haruhi that made her temper flare dramatically. Itsuki was there to help in the matter by destroying the closed spaces, but Mikuru knew that eventually, something had to give. And they were right. Haruhi was beginning to form a new dimension on Earth one night, and only Kyon had the power to cease the creation of the dimension, if he could. Her expectations didn't fall short. Kyon found some way to prevent the loss of the world (what he did, she still doesn't know). She spent a bit more time in the school, but she knew eventually that she had to go back to her home plane. Scouts came to "present-day" time in relays, and she was being sent back to be replaced with another scout. She bade farewell to her friends that she'd made, saying that she had to move out of the country on family matters (of course, she could trust Kyon with the truth), and traveled back to her home plane.
But before she knew it, she was called back to the present time yet again. The fact of the matter is, one of the higher-ups was trying to get rid of her, and purposely trapped her in the present time, left vulnerable and alone.
She hasn't been able to get back since...
Targeted By/Protected By: Protected by Wilbur Robinson, targeted by... someone...
Sample Post: "Eh? Wh-what's this?"
There was a note lying on her desk.
"A note? But I didn't..."
She picked it up and examined it. Strange envelope, it had a weird little symbol sealing it. Her brow furrowed in confusion. She know she hadn't left it there...
"Hmmm..."
She cut open the seal and slid the letter out. Well, it wasn't REALLY a letter... it was more of a little note card. Regardless, she held it in between two manicured fingers and read the printed lettering adorning the smooth paper.
We have you now.
Mikuru didn't have a proper reaction to it. She read it again, with wide eyes, and again, just to make sure, growing more and more frantic. She started shaking uncontrollably, tears welling up in her honey-colored eyes. "Ah... ahhh... ahhhhhhhh..."
She dropped the notecard and cluteched her silky chestnut locks and let out a shrill screech of terror.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
She started pacing around, starting to hyperventilate. What should she do now? How did people handle stalkers in this time plane?
She glanced at the phone, and instantly she was upon it, dialing 9-1-1 with her shaky fingers. She waited, termbling violently, for someone to pick up.
"H-hello...? I... I think I have a... a stalker..."
Quote: "I guess the complications on this time plane were unavoidable..."
Name: Mikuru Asahina
Age: 17
Show/Movie: The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya
Appearance: Mikuru is a petite and curvy young lady. She has flawless creamy skin, large amber eyes, and long, wavy chestnut hair. She is basically the epitome of a moe character. She doesn't wear her sailor fuku anymore, but wears cute frilly outfits and the likes instead.
Picture:
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 110 lb.
Personality: To describe Mikuru in one word, it would be this: MOE. Everything about her simply screams adorable. The way she talks, the way she moves, the way she dresses... everything. But actually, there is more to Mikuru than meets the eye. She's extremely intellegent beyond that cuddly little shell, and really wants to be more assertive and playful, but shyness holds her down. She is basically a soft little bud waiting to blossom into a radiant flower...
History: (I'm basing this off of the novel... like, only the first novel. Since I haven't gotten very far in the anime nor manga, and the rest of the novels are absolute hell to find.)
It was when she was sent off from her home plane to investigate this Suzumiya girl that everything went downhill.
She showed up as a second-year student at said girl's school. She was surprised to find herself actually being brought into Suzumiya's "club"... the SOS Brigade. Yuki, a scout from the Data Overmind, had been sent to the school as well, and she'd ended up in the club as well. Now it was unavoidable. She learned more about her, and by extension, the boy that was often seen accompanying her. Kyon. He was starting to seem like he could have been the source of the problem. He said lots of things to Haruhi that made her temper flare dramatically. Itsuki was there to help in the matter by destroying the closed spaces, but Mikuru knew that eventually, something had to give. And they were right. Haruhi was beginning to form a new dimension on Earth one night, and only Kyon had the power to cease the creation of the dimension, if he could. Her expectations didn't fall short. Kyon found some way to prevent the loss of the world (what he did, she still doesn't know). She spent a bit more time in the school, but she knew eventually that she had to go back to her home plane. Scouts came to "present-day" time in relays, and she was being sent back to be replaced with another scout. She bade farewell to her friends that she'd made, saying that she had to move out of the country on family matters (of course, she could trust Kyon with the truth), and traveled back to her home plane.
But before she knew it, she was called back to the present time yet again. The fact of the matter is, one of the higher-ups was trying to get rid of her, and purposely trapped her in the present time, left vulnerable and alone.
She hasn't been able to get back since...
Targeted By/Protected By: Protected by Wilbur Robinson, targeted by... someone...
Sample Post: "Eh? Wh-what's this?"
There was a note lying on her desk.
"A note? But I didn't..."
She picked it up and examined it. Strange envelope, it had a weird little symbol sealing it. Her brow furrowed in confusion. She know she hadn't left it there...
"Hmmm..."
She cut open the seal and slid the letter out. Well, it wasn't REALLY a letter... it was more of a little note card. Regardless, she held it in between two manicured fingers and read the printed lettering adorning the smooth paper.
We have you now.
Mikuru didn't have a proper reaction to it. She read it again, with wide eyes, and again, just to make sure, growing more and more frantic. She started shaking uncontrollably, tears welling up in her honey-colored eyes. "Ah... ahhh... ahhhhhhhh..."
She dropped the notecard and cluteched her silky chestnut locks and let out a shrill screech of terror.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"
She started pacing around, starting to hyperventilate. What should she do now? How did people handle stalkers in this time plane?
She glanced at the phone, and instantly she was upon it, dialing 9-1-1 with her shaky fingers. She waited, termbling violently, for someone to pick up.
"H-hello...? I... I think I have a... a stalker..."
