Post by Dympna on Nov 14, 2009 0:38:34 GMT -5
Castle in the Sky
Behind the Mask
<<DYMPNA FUGIMOTO>>
Your name: Kit
Age: 17
Contact info: Pm. Please J
Time To Play Pretend
About your character?
Name: Dympna Fugimoto
Age: 18
Canon or Original: Original
Born in: Fire nation
Bender: Firebender, but refuses to accept it. She prefers to be known as a weapon specialist
Personality:
For most, it is easier to claim that Dmpyna is nothing but an uncaring and indifferent person. Which, for the most part is true. She never raises her voice above a calm and collected tone, and her statements are no longer then needs be. Her movements are smooth and precise, giving the illusion that she’s hardly in a rush. However, these odd detached habits are not the cause of a general dislike for company, but the result of Dympna’s simplistic attitude: She refuses to do what isn’t necessary. Why cry for weeks over a broken heart when you could use that energy for something more efficient?
But there are exceptions to every rule. There are two things that Dympna would never claim as unnecessary: Family and friends. She would climb mountains, capture the moon, or even catch the clouds in the evening sky all for the satisfaction of the happiness of those who are dear to her. When it comes to these two things, all the strict beliefs and morals that Dympna holds so dear crumble to its foundations. She is a complete slave for those she holds close enough to her heart. If need be, she would sacrifice herself so that they can live on in peace.
Even though her attitude towards friends and strangers settle on opposite ends of the spectrum there is a trait that Dympna tends to carry regardless of the person. Dympna is known as both the mama-hen and your knight in shining armour. Regardless if young or old, ill or strong, Dympna will be the person who will always be in your corner. This small speck of genuine caring that resides in Dympna’s soul will force her to stay by a bedside till morning. It would also force her to arrive to a helpless victim’s aid and sparing them the embarrassing speech of her knightly duty to all less fortunate while at it, too.
Appearance:
Standing at 5’7, Dympna is a tough girl to miss. However, just because she has height on her side, that doesn’t necessarily mean she’s all skin and bones. Her physique, in fact, is quite the opposite. Due to her family’s history of successful fighters, Dympna has an athletic build that is mostly muscle and hardly any fat. Yet, even with such a strong build, she still remains that gentle female figure to her. Although her skin is fairly healthy, she usually carries a few scars and bruises along her arms and legs from her constant training.
Her hair nearly brushes the ground if it was left down. However, Dympna usually throws it around her neck like a scarf,and most times it is left unbrushed. Her brown eyes peer through a set of messy bangs and reveal little emotion and are always ready to be used for intimidation. Her lips are thin and pale and the corners are always slightly turned down. Due to her cold eyes and small frown, Dympna always looks like she’s terribly unamused.
History:
Dympna was fortunate to be born into a life of comfort. Her family took pride in their business of weapon building was all too lucky that the Fire Nation army to a liking to their craftsmanship. Thus, the Fugimoto family was booming in business during the war and life couldn’t be happier. They had money lining their pockets and were slowly gaining favour in the Fire Nation courts. They saw gold-trimmed rooms and pantries overflowing with food upon the horizon.
Whispered were spread amongst the fellow weapon builders that victory was soon upon them and that soon, oh so very soon, the Fire Nation was to rule all. Now, whether or not these horrid rumours made the family too giddy to make sense of reality or the coins that jingled in their pockets took their minds elsewhere cannot be determined. However, it was easy to assume that the Fugimoto family was not in the right mental state when they bid Dympna’s older sister and father farewell with tears in their eyes and smiles on their faces when their loved ones left to fight the war that one day.
All that was known that when the war ended, their business was almost in ruins and their loved ones didn’t return back home. At first, Dympna became furious to the point that everything she saw was the threatening shade of red. She cursed the Fire Nation and damned the rest of the world. She shouted plans of revenged and threatened that everyone will one day feel the pain that she experienced. Then slowly, very slowly, the days where she couldn’t get out of bed due to grief became less and less. Eventually, her good days outweighed the bad days.
It took two years for Dympna to come to terms of her family members’ death.
Today, Dympna no longer resents either side of the war for the loss of her family. War is war, and death is just another element of it. Yet, she is no longer the carefree child that she was before this tragedy. She still tends to the fires that reside in the back of their property and continues to create weapons. Only, they are made mainly for her. Wanting to hold onto whatever fond memories she could still recall, Dympna refuses to use firebending for fighting and, instead, relies only on the weapons that her and her father had designed years ago.
Family: Mother, Kaeade; Sister, Anya; Father, Riyuu
Rp Sample:
{Character from the rp site Galaxy High}
Near the edge of the pond was none other then a grinning fool. The figure, clad in a green sweater and black track pants stood in a powerful stance with feet shoulder-width apart and her fists resting on her hips. Sitting on the grass a few feet behind her was a cello case, a folding chair awaiting for company, and massive beast enjoying a sleep. Giving a hearty laugh, our little figure pivoted on her heel and strutted back to her folding chair.
“I’ve outdone myself this time, Moof! No one will recognize me with these ‘fool-all’ glasses I bought at the dollar store.” She slyly whispered to her canine companion. Her companion looked at her with bored eyes, huffed, and rolled over on his back. “I’m glad you agree.” Olive replied, giving the pooch a quick tummy rub before whipping out her cello with dramatic finesse.
“You know, Moof, I’ve wanted to do this for awhile but….well, you know why I haven’t.” Olive confided to her pet, “but it’s all solved now. You should be thankful I’m such a smart master.”
Hmmm? Oh, you want to know the reason why our beloved little musician is hiding behind such a foolish disguise? Very well, then. It is no secret that Olive considers herself a tough girl. She knows the walk to back up the talk. However, what most people don’t know about her is that there’s a calmer side to that aggressive girl. Since she was six, Olive has been playing the cello. And not just because she was forced to do, oh no. She played that instrument as if it was a continuation of her body and was a direct voice to her soul. So, what’s the big deal, you ask? Well it lies in no other reason then that Olive doesn’t want others to think of her as a weak-hearted soul. After all, can you really take someone seriously if they secretly turn to Mozart and Beethoven for comfort? Olive certainly doesn’t think so.
Thus, Olive only turns to her hobby in secret and the only two souls that know about it are her father, and Moof. Her worse fear is that someone from her school or gym would figure out this passion and turn it against her.
And this is where our dilemma kicks in. For, you see, Olive found herself passing through the park one day and a particular piece of music popped inside her head. At first, she thought nothing of it, but that urge to play that particular music in that particular area grew so intense that she could not stand it anymore. Thus, she donned on a ridiculous disguise to hide her looks and brought along her bear-of-a-dog to keep curious people away.
“Sometimes I amaze myself.” She chuckled finally to herself and Moof before taking in a deep breath and letting it out wile drawing her bow across the strings. At that moment, the rest of the world faded away and it was only her, her cello, the Lilly pads and Moof.
The piece? Bach’s cello suite No.1
Look it up.
