Post by BLACK HATTER on Jun 17, 2011 14:31:51 GMT -6
MEI LI ICHIJOUJI
no one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
no one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your head
NICK NAMES[/color] Mei, Mei Mei, Lil' Brat (siblings and best friends only), and her alias is The Black Hatter.
AGE[/color] seventeen, December 5th
GENDER[/color] female
SEXUALITY[/color] heterosexual
MEMBER GROUP[/color] Zhuqiaomon
CANON[/color] ICHIJOUJI - akemi homura from madoka magic.
DIGIMON[/color] salamon, renamon, guilmon, and iceagumon.
CRESTS[/color]
KINDNESS: Mei Li is a very kind person, even though she can seem selfish at times. In the end she wants what's best for everyone and if she cares for someone she will do whatever it takes to make them happy.
KNOWLEDGE: She may be smart, but that's not why this crest would fit her. Mei is constantly thirsting for knowledge and seeking out new things to learn. She takes on lessons like Indiana Jones takes on adventures.
COURAGE: One may not think it, since she was a shut-in at one point, but Mei does have a lot of courage. She's bold, and does what she has to regardless of how it may hurt her. She's not courageous because she's fearless, but rather because she forces herself through things even though she's afraid of them.
KNOWLEDGE: She may be smart, but that's not why this crest would fit her. Mei is constantly thirsting for knowledge and seeking out new things to learn. She takes on lessons like Indiana Jones takes on adventures.
COURAGE: One may not think it, since she was a shut-in at one point, but Mei does have a lot of courage. She's bold, and does what she has to regardless of how it may hurt her. She's not courageous because she's fearless, but rather because she forces herself through things even though she's afraid of them.
PLAY-BY[/color] Akemi Homura from Madoka Magica
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SO THEN. TELL US WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE?
[/color][/center]Mei Li is both a mix of her father and mother when it comes to looks. Unfortunately she did not inherit most of her father's pretty looks, but she did get his almond-shaped, dark eyes. Aside from that - and his black hair - she is all her mother. She has pale skin from staying inside, and a long oval face like a rice grain. The bridge of her nose is a little flat, but it perks up as it goes down. Her hair is very long - almost to her waist - and it is her favorite feature. At 5'2" and 105 lbs. she is rather short and scrawny. Her least favorite feature is her flat chest, which makes her a little self-conscious. She typically wears thick, red-rimmed glasses because her eyesight is truly horrendous and she doesn't like contacts.
Over all, Mei Li is rather plain except for her one thing that makes her stand out in the crowd: her wheel chair. Mei Li is paralyzed from the waist down and needs a wheel chair in order to get around. Most of the time she feels that people look at her chair and not her, making her even more insecure about herself.
As The Black Hatter, Mei can walk and does not need the chair unless she overexerts herself. But she only ever leavers her chair in order to work as the Hatter. Her outfit as the Hatter is a black, ruffly Gothic Lolita-style dress with a fluffy black skirt and a lace corset. done up in purple lace. She has a lace choker and knee-high sheer black socks with purple Mary Jane shoes. On top of her head is her signature black top hat, with a wide rim that she tilts down to cover half her face. The hat is stuck to her head.
OKAY, WHY DON'T YOU TELL US A LITTLE ABOUT YOUR FABULOUS SELF?
[/color][/center]While Mei Li didn't inherit all of Ken's looks, she sure as hell inherited all his smarts. Mei Li is a genius just like her father with an IQ of 146. She entered any competition she could that was a battle of wits. She won some, she lost some, but her mark as a child genius was made either way. In spite of being so smart, Mei Li does lack common sense and is rather naive about how the world works. This is mostly due to the fact that she's been rather sheltered ever since she became paralyzed at the age of eight. Her lack of knowledge when it comes to the way the world works makes her an easy target for manipulation.
Mei Li is rather obliging. If you ask her a favor, she will most likely try her best to fulfill it. She's defenseless against people who ask her nicely for something. Even though she seems rather sof-hearted, Mei Li is actually very bold and will put herself on the line if it means helping someone else. She is stubborn and has a hard time connecting with people. Because of her disability she is very insecure and rather bitter about her circumstances. She is a rather lonely and solitary person who only tries to do the best she can with what life gives her.
Because of her time spent with Zhuqiaomon, Mei has become rather twisted and paranoid. She believes anyone not with Zhuqiaomon is an enemy and a threat to the perfect world that they are trying to create.
INTERESTING. AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LIFE?
[/color][/center]Mei Li is the second child and oldest daughter of Ken and Yo Lei Ichijouji. She was pretty much your typical, adorable baby and was - fortunately for her parents - not a very difficult baby. She slept a lot and ate a lot.
She was pretty chubby up until she was six, when her parents signed her up for little league soccer. Mei Li turned out not to be very athletic, but she truly loved soccer even if she was the slowest kid on the team. By the time she was seven she had lost her chub but she had to quit the team in order to focus on studying. As a kid she was rather lazy when it came to school, because the material bored her. As it turns out, the material bored her because she was above and beyond the level at which her school taught her. She continued to ace all her tests, but would falter when it came to doing assignments. Her parents signed her up for a tutor, but she turned out to be smarter then her tutor and would end up talking back and tricking her tutor in order to lord her superiority over him because she resented having a tutor in the first place.
Ken started to pick up on why Mei Li wasn't 'doing her best' and misbehaving with her tutor because he had been similar when he was younger. Ken asked Mei's tutor to give her harder study drills to do. Mei was finally getting the challenge she needed, and because of her drive for knowledge her parents decided to enter her in competitions that were a battle of wits. By the time Mei was nine she was becoming known as a kid genius. She was a lot smarter then anyone had anticipated or gave her credit for, but both her parents would joke about it saying "Of course she's smart, she's our daughter!"
Mei Li's life changed when she was nine years old. It was winter and the roads were icy. Ken isn't a bad driver, but it was blizzarding and he didn't see the large patch of black ice in front of him. The car skid and was hit by another that could not break in time. It wrapped around a pole. While no one was fatally injured, Mei Li took the worst of the accident as she was on the side that hit the pole. She was never able to walk again after that.
When Mei Li first came to school in a wheel chair she was rather optimistic. Her parents and her siblings kept supporting her, telling her that things were going to be fine. Her friends - the few she had - also supported her in the beginning. But the more as time went on, the more Mei Li realized that her relationship with her friends was becoming strained. She couldn't hang out with them like she used to. Mei Li was incredibly insecure about her disability that she didn't want to go to public places; she also didn't want to cause her friends too much trouble.
Almost a year after her accident Mei thought she was ready to begin competing again. Reluctantly her parents let her go to a competition for her school, but Mei was unprepared for the backlash she received. She overheard the other kids say how she was only smart because all she could do was study. That perhaps the judge was being nice to her and pitied her, and that's why she was getting some of the answers right. They were the cries of children, but being a child herself Mei took it all to heart. She never wanted to enter a competition again after that.
When middle school entrance exams rolled around for when Mei was eleven, her parents thought about enrolling her into a school that specialized in catering to children with disabilities. Mei, however, was completely adverse to the idea. Over the years she had become more and more of a recluse, shutting out the outside world and instead turning towards the online one. She grew to really dislike people outside her family and would rather stay home then join her family in outside activities. At the time she truly was a hikkimori.
Because of their daughter's 'condition' they decided to have her home schooled. However, they had a condition: she would be home schooled only if she agreed to go outside for college. Mei reluctantly agreed since she did know that, sooner or later, she would need to face the outside world.
But you don't spend years of your life shunning the outside world and living on the internet without picking up a few tricks and making a few 'friends'. She taught herself programming, and also consequently taught herself how to hack. Through baby steps she learned how to crack systems and as time went on learned the ins and outs of advanced hacking. By 'chance', Zhuqiaomon was able to come into contact with Mei through an online chat she frequented. Mei, who had grown bitter towards other people, found what she thought was a kindred spirit within Zhuqiaomon. Going by the handle of Phoenix, he seduced Mei into a 'friendship' and gained her trust.
When she was thirteen Zhuqiaomon revealed himself to Mei by taking her to the digital world. He had talked about it before with her: a world free of judgement and suffering, a world where she could have her ability to walk back. Mei thought all of this a fantasy before he brought her to the digital world. Zhuqiaomon was able to alter her code and fix her legs, so Mei is capable of walking on her own while in the digital world. Mei was so happy and touched by Zhuqiaomon's gift, and it's what sealed the deal for her that Zhuqiaomon was a generous man.
She joined Zhuqiaomon believing that she is helping him build a better world. While a hacker, she does not have the ability to hack parts of the digital world aside from changing her code. She is constantly trying to find ways to hack the digital world in order to help Zhuqiaomon with his goals.
Because Zhuqiaomon told her that he had enemies, that she is best off keeping her identity a secret. Mei hides her identity and goes by the name Black Hatter, which is a term for malignant hackers.
It is important to note that Mei's digital partner is, while still her partner, is in cahoots with Zhuqiaomon and wants the same thing that he does: a digital world without humans. At the current time they don't care much for Mei, but pretend they do to keep up the farce because they both see her as an important tool.
EXPRIENCE[/color] Eleven years ^^;
CONTACT[/color] Nettamsel@gmail.com
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE[/color]
This is from a past site! It was for my character Ferro Maddox, a fairy thief. He crashed a masquerade ball in order to steal something. Grizel is his servant.
When it came to keeping his hands to himself, Ferro was a poor sport. If you present a hot-blooded young man with long smooth legs, pouty lips, and dark, seeking eyes he will touch or his soul will be tortured to do so. Likewise, if you display a treasure to a thief, it will be in his nature to not only touch but to take wholeheartedly that which does not belong to him. Treasure was his courtesan, and at her wiles he’d pluck her from the prison of ownership so that she may be happy.
It was at this party thrown by the good Sir Amaranth that he found his love, and he quietly took her into his breast pocket. As far as treasures go, she was a simple one: a golden gilded pen with magical properties passed down for generations through one noble family and coveted for generations by another. Ferro wasn’t sure whether the pen was mightier than the sword, but he did know that this particular pen was the Excalibur of its kind. His client never told him what the pen did, exactly; all he knew was that he was there on forged invitation (Grizel was getting mighty talented at that), that he was dressed in a red velvet suit that fit him like melted butter, that the mask that covered the top half of his face itched something awful, and that he was going have to blend with the aristocrats until he could make his unnoticed exit.
As he was looking for his way out, he noticed the noble he had just robbed starting to search his jacket with a nervous sweat. Ferro gulped and looked around quickly for a distraction, or crack to hide in – anything to get him out of plain sight. It was then that he noticed a lovely young lady swaying by herself to the music; it was she who inspired his hiding place. He briskly walked over to her and held out his gloved hand. “May I have this dance?” Behind he could hear the rustling of people not dancing but seeking, and Ferro guessed that the search must be on for him then. Meanwhile, the lady had yet to answer him. “Slpendid,” he said with false cheer, and unceremoniously grabbed her hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. He brought her towards him, draping one arm around her waist and ensnaring her hand in his grasp.
They weren’t exactly waltzing; Ferro did not know how to waltz, and all he could do was produce the idea of a waltz. But they were very deep in the sea of the dance floor and that was all that mattered. He found his partner rather reluctant, but he still dragged and twirled her around as best he could. Since she was rather mute during their charade of a dance, Ferro decided to strike up a conversation. “By the way, dear,” he began easily, as if he had been talking to her all this time. “You look rather pretty. Some women here are wearing what look like torture devices, but your dress is wonderful.” Then he gave a chuckle as he twirled her again, adding, “It’s the kind that’s easy to take off.”
When it came to keeping his hands to himself, Ferro was a poor sport. If you present a hot-blooded young man with long smooth legs, pouty lips, and dark, seeking eyes he will touch or his soul will be tortured to do so. Likewise, if you display a treasure to a thief, it will be in his nature to not only touch but to take wholeheartedly that which does not belong to him. Treasure was his courtesan, and at her wiles he’d pluck her from the prison of ownership so that she may be happy.
It was at this party thrown by the good Sir Amaranth that he found his love, and he quietly took her into his breast pocket. As far as treasures go, she was a simple one: a golden gilded pen with magical properties passed down for generations through one noble family and coveted for generations by another. Ferro wasn’t sure whether the pen was mightier than the sword, but he did know that this particular pen was the Excalibur of its kind. His client never told him what the pen did, exactly; all he knew was that he was there on forged invitation (Grizel was getting mighty talented at that), that he was dressed in a red velvet suit that fit him like melted butter, that the mask that covered the top half of his face itched something awful, and that he was going have to blend with the aristocrats until he could make his unnoticed exit.
As he was looking for his way out, he noticed the noble he had just robbed starting to search his jacket with a nervous sweat. Ferro gulped and looked around quickly for a distraction, or crack to hide in – anything to get him out of plain sight. It was then that he noticed a lovely young lady swaying by herself to the music; it was she who inspired his hiding place. He briskly walked over to her and held out his gloved hand. “May I have this dance?” Behind he could hear the rustling of people not dancing but seeking, and Ferro guessed that the search must be on for him then. Meanwhile, the lady had yet to answer him. “Slpendid,” he said with false cheer, and unceremoniously grabbed her hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. He brought her towards him, draping one arm around her waist and ensnaring her hand in his grasp.
They weren’t exactly waltzing; Ferro did not know how to waltz, and all he could do was produce the idea of a waltz. But they were very deep in the sea of the dance floor and that was all that mattered. He found his partner rather reluctant, but he still dragged and twirled her around as best he could. Since she was rather mute during their charade of a dance, Ferro decided to strike up a conversation. “By the way, dear,” he began easily, as if he had been talking to her all this time. “You look rather pretty. Some women here are wearing what look like torture devices, but your dress is wonderful.” Then he gave a chuckle as he twirled her again, adding, “It’s the kind that’s easy to take off.”
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