Post by Akisa Keryan on Mar 22, 2012 17:52:37 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m193/Foxman94/WantedPosterFinalest.png); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] [style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 28px; font-style: bold; color: 2A1B0A; padding-top: 150px;text-align: center]"WHITE GLINT" AKISA KERYAN [style=width: 300px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; opacity: 100; -moz-border-radius: 20 20 0 0px; text-align: justify; padding: 8 8 0 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; color: 2A1B0A; border: 2px solid #000000]  IDENTIFICATION BIRTH NAME: ║Diary Entry 001 - Feb. 29th 18 |
I'm Akisa Keryan. That's [Ak-ay-sa] [Ke-Ryan]! [Hi Diary!]
ALIASES: White Glint
GENDER: ║Diary Entry 001 - Feb. 29th, 18;║[/b][/size][/font]
I'm a girl.
RACE: ║Diary Entry 001 - Feb. 29th, 18;║[/b][/size][/font]
Just your average everyday [human] girl!
SEXUAL PREFERENCES: ║Diary Entry 065 - Jan. 2nd, 21;║[/b][/size][/font]
I'd never see myself being attracted to a woman, but I just want someone to connect with. A spiritual relationship...
AGE: ║Diary Entry 100 - Feb 29th, 24;║[/b][/size][/font]
Well, I just turned twenty, not that it matters, my body's stuck in its teens still.
DATE OF BIRTH: ║Diary Entry 001 - Feb. 29th, 18;║[/b][/size][/font]
I was born today! I mean, not really today, but today fourteen years ago. [Feb. 29th, 4]
AFFILIATION: ║Diary Entry 001 - Feb 29th, 18;║[/b][/size][/font]
Me and Jack were thinking of going and playing Pirates and Marines with my new toy boat at the Docks today after my birthday party. I wonder when I'll be a pirate?
CREW: N/A
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
CHARACTER SIGN: Pisces
PERSONAL JOLLY ROGER: TBA
PHYSICAL SPECIFICATIONS
HEIGHT: 4'10''
WEIGHT: 101 lbs
EYE COLOR: Red
HAIR COLOR: White
BUILD: Diary Entry 093 - October 1st, 24;║[/b][/size][/font]
Like always, i'm performing a body checkup. My body doesn't really look my age: I'm really small, petite, and barely look like I could even pass of as an eighteen year old. I blame my devil fruit power - not that it's a huge issue. The only problem is trying to appear mature in front of others, otherwise I wouldn't even care about how young I look at all. I also wasn't born as an albino, but there's a funny story behind that. I was resting as a pair of clothes one day when my parents mistakenly washed me with a load of whites and ended up bleaching me. The white color transferred to my 'normal' body too, but my skin doesn't hurt more than normal under the sun. I guess it's because cloth doesn't get sunburned?
If someone looks close enough, they'd see how I also always have metal ear buds in my ears. These ear buds were created by my power and they're responsible for suppressing my emotions. As a result, I always look... empty. People have told me I look like i don't care about anything.
As if that's true... there's nothing I don't care about!
ATTIRE: Diary Entry 099 - May 3rd, 24;║[/b][/size][/font]
As for what I like wearing, I've got a lot of outfits. A girl that's practically the essence of cloth itself wouldn't want to skimp out on dressing herself up!
My casual outfit is what I wear when i' working or doing just about anything normal. It's not too revealing (Have you seen what some of the other pirates wear? It's so embarrassing to be near them!) yet it also keeps my body from overheating on really hot days. I usually cheat with stockings that I wear with the outfit; real stockings strech if you wear them too much. All of my equipment is, well, part of my body, so I'm always unarmed; no need to carry a lot of equipment around when I'm my own tool. Of course I have a purse, but that's a different story! So, I just turn my skin into the stocking fabric and nobody knows that i'm wearing my own legs. Except anyone reading this, heh heh...
My dress is usually used when I'm at a friendly get-together or at some sort of event that's not too formal but it's still a special occasion. It's a bit of a complex design; most tailors would have a difficult time duplicating the design due to how the top part that counts as my sleeves and the lower part are actually two separate pieces. The cuffs of my sleeves are white, too, but the rest of my dress is very darkly colored with some overtones of purple color. Purple always went really nice with red, you know?
My Formal outfit is used only when there's some sort of really important event going on and I want to impress or at least get people to look at my choice in fashion. Again, it's a very dark dress that's much more compact than the large skirted one I wear and has embroidered red cloth. I also wear red heels, too. Not high heels; can't look too fancy. All of my dresses are designed to try and make me look more mature than my body really is, so this dress is a little bit sensual with how it was designed. I think the idea came out alright.
My 'Cute outfit' as I call it doesn't try to make me look more mature or anything; it just plays on the youth that it already has and then hope that it works out for the best. A chest-high blouse with a sharp cutoff as well as a small skirt; it's as simple as that. The skirt is indigo (Because anything that has a dash of red in it, like indigo, always looks better when you have red eyes or hair). Like with all of my outfits, the shirt is a very dark color, just about black, even. Now that I mention it, I never knew I liked dark colors so much. I think it goes well with me anyway!
My 'White glint' outfit was what happened to me when I saw Keia...
... This suit doesn't actually exist. I mean, it does, but it's created by my power. An entire suit made out of my body meant to enhance my own capabilities. Several people saw me when I... snapped, and attacked that man. Due to how the entire outfit and my own hair was, well, white, I heard people calling me by the nickname White Glint.
I'm still not sure how this suit was made, so i'm not sure how to create it again. I'm not proud of how... far I went in killing that man, though.
A LITTLE ABOUT THEM
HISTORY: ║Diary Entry 001 - Nov. 1 18[/u];║[/b][/font]
I'm Akisa Keryan. That's [Ak-ay-sa] [Ke-Ryan]! [Hi Diary!] I'm a girl. Just your average, everyday 14 year old girl! Okay, um, not exactly average. I don't think most 14 year old Human girls can turn their bodies into clothes, but that's what I do! Um... Yeah. Is that enough of an introduction Diary? I think so. Hm... I like to think i'm stylish at least. Hehe, get it? Stylish? Whatever, anyway, Me and Jacky were thinking of going and playing Pirates and Marines with my new toy boat at the Docks today after my party! I wonder when i'll be a pirate? More importantly, this stupid boat doesn't move. I wonder if I could fit a steam engine on it, hm. Maybe it could be upgraded into a train-ship, traversing onto land-based rails from a beach! Hehe, well let's start on the engine first. Oh, speaking of pirates, Mommy Renny gets really mad when I ever ask her about that - and Daddy Len just laughs. How is that funny?! Hmph, the nerve of some parents. Oh! Right, I almost forgot Diary! This is the last part of my introduction to you, sorry! One of the funny people in town with a crystal globe says I'm a Pisces too. Whatever that is. Oh! What about you? Jackie gave me you as a present on my birthday today. It's a really big diary. It can hold thousands of entries!
Oh, right. More about introductions. Extremely horrible pineapples are not awesome, ones with swirls on them. I found one in Daddy's attic lots of years ago that looked tasty - it was completely white, like white chocolate. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, my two favorite things mixed into one; a pineapple and chocolate. I took a bite so fast that I didn't even have time to spit the horrible thing out. That fruit... yuck, I still can't get the taste out of my mouth whenever I think about it! I put the fruit back - hey, I was young, okay? Kids do stupid things like leaving eaten fruit in cases all the time. Anyway, I put the fruit back and tried to forget about it. The next day, I heard Dad yelling up in the attic. Something about how our retirement money was ruined. I knew I was the one who did it and that I'd be in trouble, but the truth didn't stay hidden for long. I got a lot of spankings for going through stuff I shouldn't... but I've been forgiven by now. Dad taught me about how that fruit was a devil fruit, and that when I ate it I probably gained some kind of superpower.
Anyways, My family is big. Not super big, but still big enough. There's Mommy, Daddy, Brother Ken, Uncle Stevo, Aunt Pilon [She's really mean! Don't tell her I told you that. She'd give me a noogie or worse!], Sister Aelira, Sister Pinn, and twenty others that I barely ever see, mostly cousins and uncles and stuff. All of them pirates! Except Mommy and Daddy. They're retired - I think something bad happened that made Mommy not like the idea of being a pirate and doesn't want me to be one too. I don't understand it fully, but I think she just wanted to settle down for a family. I have a little workshop where I tinker with all the things I like working with. Even this early on, when I'm just fourteen! Steam engines, little toy trains, if a kid's thing broke I'm the one who would fix it for them when their parents refused to do anything about it.
Most of my family tries to stay away from me because of my power. Well... I hope it's not because of that. They say it's because I need to keep my emotions suppressed using my power to create something in my ears that can repress my emotions and they're afraid for my health. They're right, but, I can't help but wonder. I still feel emotions just fine, though how can you make alot of real friends when you look as creepy as me? I can see my blank expression for myself in the mirror. I can try my hardest to smile with the emotion suppressors on, but it'll never happen. I don't hate my power, but I don't want it to lose control. The last time it did, almost eight years ago, I went into a coma for a really long time. I was out for an entire year... all I remember from back then is pure darkness, nothing... but a voice. Calling out to me... but... it wasn't normal. Something was... wrong. Horrible...
My body decides to break up into threads of string if my emotions get out of control. Some of these threads aren't connected to each other. If they get too far apart from each other my mind gets damaged, potentially to the point of, um... dying. I don't remember anything about the coma but the most horrible feeling of... emptiness. I think Death was trying to take me.
Do you remember that voice I told you about? Whenever I hear my own voice... I hear it. That terrible thing that beckoned in my dreams. It's frightened me to the point that I can't even talk if I don't feel fully comfortable.
Uh... this isn't the best thing to write on my birthday. My family wants me to play the harp like I always do; they say they can feel my emotions when I play the harp. It makes me happy hearing the gentle sounds of a harp... almost as much as a steam engine running in full gear!
║Diary Entry 040 - Feb. 2nd, 20[/u];║[/b][/font]
This was a very scary week! Bandits had come and attacked town. I was just walking at the outskirts of town, looking for inspiration for a song or a new engine design, minding my own buisiness. Then, before I even knew it, these burly men came out of nowhere, began shouting at each other, grabbed and took me along with all these other valuables in a big rush! I was yelling a lot so and that got them mad, I actually don't remember much after they knocked me out with something. I had very little knowledge and control of my power back then, so defending myself was a no-go. When I did wake up, I was in the bandit's camp. I would rather not recount the things I heard them talking about... doing with me. Let's just say that my life's been saved in more than one way. On the day after my birthday, of all days.
When I was rescued by Jack's Granny, I also found others helping a terribly wounded Jack back to town. He had gotten both of his legs and his arm and eye all... removed... from his body. While Jack was recovering, I eventually got the will to ask his Granny just how Jack had gotten those wounds. She told me that day the truth, that Jack had ran into the camp chasing after me, enraged. He needed to save me, but failed... losing his ability to walk, fight and depth perception all at once.
Ever since Jack recovered enough to talk and move around, I see this answer reflected in his eyes. He has trouble looking at me, some days not even having the will to look at me at all. It drove me insane, It made me sick to my stomach. My mind told me that he had to feel defeated and weary after his loss and it was all because of my, my heart couldn't stop tearing my insides scrap by scrap. After he risked his life, I couldn't ever smile for him. I can't laugh, giggle... I can only stare. He despises me for this, I know he does. Emotion would cause my body to destabilize and send me into that dreaded coma, or worse. I tried to care for him, to make up for the grave price he paid... yet with my soulless appearance and relatively useless function, that is never going to happen. I'm a monster, but I'm not a quitter. Even if Jack gives up on me, I won't give up.
It's been a month since the kidnapping and I have resolved to stay in my workshop. After 'obtaining' the schematics for basic prosthetic designs, I've started to get ideas for... re-designed, innovated versions of these limbs. I don't deserve to stay near Jack, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to help him. He deserves something better than this.
║Diary Entry 077 - Feb 5th. 23[/u];║[/b][/font]
While I've always had a knack for mechanics and mathematics in general, I've never had a driving purpose for my hands to really get them working on something. These three past years have been nothing but work in my workshop; designing, building, testing and re-designing my childhood away. The result was the series mecha prosthetics type Z, or Zero.
I couldn't help but feel proud of myself, regardless of how I felt while I brooded in silence in my workshop. Idea after idea came to me while I buried myself in all sorts of schematics... some of which were attained through less than noble ways. Still, this is the Macchina di Terrano, people should expect thievery in a place like this. It was for a grand cause. The return of Jack's life. My parents had gotten worried while I was almost never seen by them, but I don't care. It's finished! Well, mostly. After a few last-minute tweaking to make sure everything works properly, I'm going to give them to Jack. I got to make sure these dials are calibrated correctly, they're needed to get the correct attachment to the right cranial nerves for the eye... the limbs are easier, though. Gotta review the human eye anatomy... everything must be perfect.
║Diary Entry 078 - Feb. 6th, 23[/u];║[/b][/font]
[/i] legible did not seem like pleasant words.-[/ul]You can't stay
You can't stay
You can't stay
You can't stay
You can't-
I had spent three... whole years. Three years. Three...
I'm sorry, Jack. I know I shouldn't have expected anything in return. I had said it myself... I'm the reason why you were hurt. I'm the reson why you had no emotional support. I should have seen this coming, but now he's gone and I... really don't know what to do. It's funny, I thought creating these prosthetics would fix everything, somehow. Jack, he said... he said there was someone he couldn't stand to lose the most. His caretaker, most likely - whoever took care of him when I abandoned him to work on the prosthetics. I was such a fool...
I broke my harp today, too. Pulled out a string by accident. Why should I even care so much? He's just some stupid guy who thought he could take on the world. Yeah...
Why is it so dark now?[/blockquote]
║Diary Entry 079 - Apr. 1st, 23;║[/b][/size][/font]
My life's been going.
Sorry I haven't written a lot, Diary. I haven't been feeling very well. I don't really do much besides play the harp and mope in my room, though, so I doubt getting sick really matters. I'll... I'm not doing a monthly body check today, like usual. It... whatever.
I was writing a letter to Jack, but... I burnt it. It wouldn't reach him anyway.
║Diary Entry 080 - Nov. 1st, 23;║[/b][/size][/font]
Keia came to visit. Remember Keia? Old friend. Like Jack, except she visited me in my workshop all of those years. My only friend... she left too. Before Jack did, even - she still came back, just to visit me.
She came to check up on me. Made me feel better. Heh... she had eaten this devil fruit that let her see into the emotions of others, and she played psychologist for me. Told me what I was feeling... I don't know what to say, but she joked around so much. The seas haven't changed her at all.
I think I should do my monthly body check like I'm supposed to do. I'm... i'm not even sure why I was so sad.
║Diary Entry 088 - Jan. 2nd, 24;║[/b][/size][/font]
Keia's hurt.[/color][/blockquote]
I found her, screaming for help in the middle of the night. I've always been an insomniac, but lately I get less sleep. There was a man, in an alley. He was holding her, cutting, and... and, she...
I...
Nobody believed me when I told them why I killed that man. I brutally... sliced him up. I... I'm on the run now, Diary. I couldn't control myself, and now I'm paying for the brutality. Some of the stronger pirates, they took me in and said they wanted to investigate what had happened. They were going to say I was a murderer, though. I could see it in their eyes. They despised me. Everyone despises me.
Keia's alive... thank god. But, I have nowhere to go now. Stowing away on a ship planning to the new world. If they find me out, I can show them my skills. My engineering, my devil fruit powers... maybe they will keep me.
║Diary Entry 090 - Jan 14th, 24;║[/b][/size][/font]
They caught me... but after a really long discussion, they didn't throw me overboard. The captain, he was actually an old friend of Keia's. When I told him what happened, he just... I'm not sure. He almost understood how I felt, but, he couldn't have. I didn't express any emotion. Regardless, he's agreed to tug me along with him until he finds a good spot to drop me off, said how he was going to the New World to talk to an old friend of his. An awfully way to go for just a friend, but I admire that.
He's suggesting I wait for them to calm down back at my home town before returning, that Keia would set things straight for me soon enough. I wish he'd go back to help Keia if he was a friend of hers, but I'm not the captain. I need to be polite to him.
║Diary Entry 098 - Feb. 28th, 24;║[/b][/size][/font]
While living on the boat with the crew, I learned of a... neat rumor. Many of the crew here were born in the same area as Macchina di Terrano. There were rumors that one of their own, a kid younger than them who had made it to the New World less than a year ago, had become one of the legendary Yonkou of the New World... but nobody knew who it was. All they knew was that he meant business as Nanashi.
Many people leave Macchina di Terrano to become pirates, but... could this be Jack?
If... if I could see him... if I could see him, just one last time. Before I die, I could ask for forgiveness for abandoning him. For refusing to smile or laugh for him when he needed it the most due to my own selfish reasons. I don't have any excuses to convince myself to put this off any longer, either. I might have a lead... something to go off on. I'm already going towards the new world. I have nowhere else to go...
The captain's allowed me to come with him to the new world.
║Diary Entry 099 - May 3rd, 24;║[/b][/size][/font]
Finally made it to the new world... what a crazy ride! I've... never experienced anything like it. The crew seemed to like my harp and some even wanted me to stay, but I refused. While I didn't find out anything more about Nanashi, I did find out that there was a cyborg my (true) age named Jack who is working as a shipwright for a Yonkou.
The captain's agreed to drop me off where their ship is rumored to be port and has even offered to help me look. What nice people... I hope I get to see them again in the future, after I find Jack.
THE GOOD SIDE:║Diary Entry 079 - Nov. 1st, 23;║[/b][/size][/font]
Keia came to check up on me. Made me feel better. Heh... she had eaten this devil fruit that let her see into the emotions of others, and she played psychologist for me. Told me what I was feeling... I don't know what to say, but she joked around so much. The seas haven't changed her at all. She listed a few adjetives about what she saw in me,
- Studious
- Bright
- Caring
- Soft (To the point of physical illness at the sight of cruelty)
- Chaste
- Polite
- Orderly
THE BAD SIDE:
- Nyctophobia
- Serious
- Insecure (To the point of physical illness due to social anxiety and being selectively mute when anxious.)
- Evasive (To the point of physical illness due to social anxiety and being selectively mute when anxious.)
- Sensitive
- Submissive
- Pessimistic
- Perfectionist
- Insomniac
- Confounding (Makes things unnecessarily complex)
- Daydreamer
JUST LIKE HEAVEN: She also correctly guessed what I liked and hated, but she already knows that. The dirty little cheater, hehe.
- Gardening
- Harp; Music
- Steam power; mechanical engineering
- Mathematcis
- Storytelling
- Silence; peace
- Coconuts, pineapples and chocolate.
STUCK IN HELL:
- Bad smells
- Bitter things
- Deceit
- Cruelty
- Greasy/dirty things
INVENTORY:║Diary Entry 088 - Jan. 2nd, 24;║[/b][/size][/font]
I was able to bring several items with me when I fled my hometown,[/center][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
- Purse/Satchel - A purse is a woman's best friend just like how a dog is a man's best friend. Okay, well, I love dogs too. But that's besides the point. If anything, this purse adds to my fashion; you don't see many pirates who keep a tidy purse, now do you?
I didn't think so.- A spare pair of undergarments - Okay, diary... I have a secret to finally confess. I keep a pair of panties in my purse in a 'secret' satchel. I know, it sounds weird, but... since my power deals so much with clothes, sometimes I sort of... um... sometimes, things get strange.
These undergarments are for emergencies.- You, the Silver-Trim Lining Brown Leather Diary with my name in a indigo plaque! - This diary can hold up to a thousand entries if each one is one page long - there are 500 pages, two sides each. I keep my diary very VERY tidy. Jack is the one who gave me this diary for my thirteenth birthday.
...I love it.
PERSONAL DRIVE: Find personal forgiveness and acceptance of herself.
REPRESENTED BY THE COLOR: White
OFTEN SAID TO BE MOST LIKE: A Rabbit.
SCENT: Fresh coconut shampoo scent
FAVORITE FOOD AND DRINK: Pineapples, coconut and chocolate.
FACE CLAIM: Darker than Black, Yin: Akisa Keryan
YOUR NAME: Pixel
