Application for New community (aka sister is getting back to her roots)
Personal Info
Name/Alias: Curry
Age: 19
AIM: tsuchiraven
E-Mail: little_missy_kaoru@yahoo.com
Roleplay Experience: Five years off and on, took a break for a few months and tried a few different types of RP (non-anime) but now I’m back.
Character Info
Name: Tsuchi Kin
Age: 26
Department: Physical Therapy
Position: Assistant to head of department
Sexual Orientation: Straight
PB Model/Cosplayer: Hwang Mi Hee
Personality:
”..and she looked him right in the belly button and told him he was in for it.” As expected from someone with her upbringing, Kin has no fear no matter the situation. She is calculative, seeing someone’s flaws and openings whether it is in an argument or a physical disagreement, in her head she has it mapped out, with an over-the-top confidence that sometimes has her missing her own weaknesses.
“Kin sit down, no seriously, sit your butt down he was joking-oh god there she goes.” Kin takes everything to heart, a joking insult to her friend or a playful punch to her shoulder and she stands to start a fight or unleash a string of verbal insults out of nowhere, geared to completely cut them down. She holds grudges too, the cliché phrase goes “Women forgive but don’t forget,” but Kin doesn’t do either, and has known to discard friendships she’s had for years because someone wounded her pride. It isn’t something she’s terribly proud of but she certainly isn’t quick to change either.
”So she walks into the sleepover, fidgeting with her hair ribbon, stands away from the glittering girls, looks back at us like she’d rather be back in the kitchen with the adults and just strides into them. Two hours later she develops this scheme with distractions and all, swipes the fireworks from the shed after destroying the lock and is setting them off in the street.” Even if Kin is uncomfortable, nervous or scared, she does her damndest to look confident and in control. People tend to listen to her, if only because she seems to know what is going on. She’s fidgety too, and paranoid, so if she’s in an uncomfortable situation she becomes afraid she’s going to start fidgeting and everyone will notice and start talking about her therefore she’s constantly moving or talking or planning; something. Kin needs to be active because she gets antsy if she's being passive, and she’s thinking five steps ahead of whatever is going on. Unfortunately, this often means she misses what is right in front of her.
”So what did Kin look like after you called her that?” “I don’t know!” “What do you mean you don’t know?” “She was throwin’ pencils at my face! One hit my eye!” All joking aside, even though she will say otherwise, Kin cares very much what everyone else thinks about her. She doesn’t show strong emotions, and she doesn’t like to fail in any way around others, so before she opens her mouth to speak or before she reacts she’s thought about the response that will make her look best and everyone else look like an idiot. Therefore, yes, Kin is a bit of a sore loser. She is big on social propriety, though she isn’t afraid to get dirty when necessary, she thinks that there are certain things that you simply do not do in public. She has a ferocious temper, but it shows in controlled ways; quiet, sharp and cutting insults, a few short sentences meant to do the most amount of humiliation and self-doubt as possible, and if she is in a physical engagement it plays out the same way, speed and a plan to not only take her opponent down but make sure everyone else knows what happened in the process.
”She’s like a hunting dog that sees a single bird and goes after it, and in the process runs past a dozen others just like it, but she has to have that one so she ignores the rest.”” Kin has problems fitting in with other’s, even those who she has much in common. She’s too stiff, too wary and impersonal. It has never occurred to her that not socializing and not bonding with coworkers or fellow students is a strange things or can make things awkward, in fact, if you ask her she’ll say she’s never been in an “awkward situation” because she’s never thought of things that way. She loves challenges, but if conquering one (academic, professional or physical) ever required her too open up to another person then she would fail without understanding as to why.
”So she gives him this deadpan, bored look and says ‘tact is the adult word for lies’” If Kin calls you a friend-then she would do anything for you, it would just take awhile to notice that she was helping-then you have to know she is sincere because she runs off everyone she doesn’t like. One of the reasons she went through so many roommates in college and so many different doctors when she was an intern was because she had problems with keeping her opinions to herself, and broadcasted when she didn’t want a certain person near her.
Kin has problems being surrounded by a great deal of people at once, being none too fond of crowds and noise, it makes her feel out of control and makes her panic. This is one reason she tends to avoid relationships, even though her mother has taking to staring at couples and children when they are having lunch, in says it would be a distraction, when in all reality she has very rarely taken relationships above the flirting level. She's cynical like that, the glass isn't just half-empty, its filled with cyanide. Besides, she curses like a sailor when she isn't at work, and she doesn't exactly walk around with glitter eyeshadow and jingling purses, she has a tendency to intimidate guys, so no one much sticks around.
History: Born to a military father and nurse Kin had an oddly contradicting childhood. Her earliest memories of the woman who never quite left work at work, was the smell of antiseptic. Her father, for most of her life, was a military inspector, and was given two options when his family was concerned; bring them with on his travels over Japan or leave them for months at a time, and for the protective, prideful patriarch of the Tsuchi family, there really was no choice.
So they traveled, and even though they lived with her father he spent long hours meeting with commanders and taking long walks throughout military bases filled with stern young and old men who looked like they hadn’t laughed in ages, and eyed her purple hair ribbon that her mother had given her (”So you remember that you really are a little girl.”) with an odd sort of dislike. Truthfully, she wished he would have just left her at home instead of trying to take her places, she always felt like she was being watched. If it wasn’t tall, sharply dressed men in uniform and women so unlike her laughing mother then it was the patients and medical staff at her mother’s work. There was little time for children’s play, but that was alright by her because it seemed much more interesting to see how “the country was built” according to her father, and even her mother chimed in “if it wasn’t for hospitals we would die quickly, and not just physically, humanity would lose hope.” So playing house was seen as boring and uninteresting, compared to long plane rides and hearing her parent’s insight on every topic imaginable.
She was always one place or the other, stuck inside a bustling crowd that was ever moving around her, and she tried to figure out their stories in her head. The dying man with the shallow cheeks and the wheelchair, did he have a family? Was he nice to the nurses on base, the ones like her mother? Would he die happy-free from whatever made him sad now-or disappointed that he was here, surrounded by white walls and depressed looking doctors?
They settled in a small town just outside of Tokyo just a few years before she entered college, but the place drove the girl crazy. The hustle and bustle of the city, with hundreds of teeming lives and obstacles and technology called to her, much more than the quiet place her father had retired too. Plus, just look at her; beautiful, smart, intelligent(yes, she firmly believes they are different), cunning and able to physically outdo just about anyone who tried anything, and that had to translate to mental strength to right? Right, she was unstoppable, and definitely being held back in that little country town. The town, if possible, made her even more cynical and detached from other’s because she thought she was better than them, that she was meant for greater things and that this place was holding her back. The girl was always picking fights in her few years of stable schooling, if it wasn’t calling the teachers incompetent and foolish while fostering a mutiny, it was paying other kids to hack into the camera systems so that they could pull elaborate pranks on the school without getting caught. Proving that just because she was a military brat didn’t mean she didn’t act out, she just did it in such a way that it was difficult to know it was her pulling the strings. All it took though was one long talk from her father about forcing her into the military to give men shots in their bums for the rest of their lives for her to stop destroying vending machines and starting riots in the cafeteria to protest the food.
She, unsurprisingly, went to the biggest and most prestigious college she could, and after extensive research into all sorts of careers chose Medical, her mother was pleased, her father less so but still proud. After announcing her next decision-Physical Therapy-her parents were confused, having never seen their daughter ending up where compassion and patience was needed. With a smirk and a proud spark in her eyes Kin rattled of statistics about how many patients are not treated properly during Physical Therapy-especially soldiers-and that they lose productive members of society(and waste money on medical care) because the patients fall into depression during the therapy stage, or are not monitored close enough and heal wrong at the last possible moment. In her words, it was like a beautiful castle that was crumbling where stability was most important. So she would study psychology heavily, which wasn’t a burden because she liked to think she already new what made people tick anyway.
Medical school only brought one worry to her parents; that Kin was going to exhaust herself before she even made it to a hospital. It didn’t occur to her that it would be unreasonable to go for 16 credits a semester or to try interning by her third year, but if there was anything medical school taught her, it was her own limits.
Reason for Joining KGH: Kin is looking for a new challenge, and wants a larger place to work in.
RP Sample: (I hope an NPC is okay?)
The patient has exhibited a high tolerance to anesthetics and various types of sleep inducers and has been known to react violently to physical pain out of reflex due to childhood trauma-- The muscle just above Kin’s right eye twitched( the one that she had privately named Mizu) as she heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down once again for the third time within a two minute time period, and her eyes darted to the clock above the administrators desk with high hopes that visiting hours were nearly done. Visitors weren’t usually even allowed down in this section, but Kin had practically campaigned to allow it because children were so uncomfortable in the normal patient rooms, whereas down here it was more open, and sometimes the patients she worked with were easier to work with if she conned the kids into thinking making Daddy walk around on his hurt leg was some kind of game.
But all that didn’t excuse the brat who wouldn’t stop playing with the damn zipper on her jacket while she was trying to review files! Where was that damn chittering, chattering, cherry blossom smelling intern when Kin needed her anyway? Maybe this was some kind of test of her ability to remain calm under uncomfortable circumstances.
Even when said circumstances smelled like bubble gum.
--the patient is afraid of water, to the point where the sight of a pool(even our shallow one) will induce an anxiety attack, therefore all exercises where one would normally be placed in--
Her teeth nearly bit into her lip in agitation as the zipper progressed in speed before jerking her head to the side to see a little girl with high pigtails and a ghastly green jacket yanking a zipper up and down her jacket with fervor, eyes wide with giddiness at the fact that it lit up.
Well whoop-dee-fucking doo, did she want a medal or something?
“Hey brat, where are you parents? Who are you here to see?” Her voice was sharp, and carried over the short distance between the visitors chairs where the girl was sitting all alone with a practiced ease and she stilled her movements instantly, much like a mouse as it senses the hawk nearby. Kin practically clapped her hands with glee as the girl looked up at her, apprehension and tears in her eyes, and right there, before god and the other five patients, technicians and nurses in the office rattled off a name, room number, admission date, cause of injury and classification and allergies to her without blinking.
Kin’s mind reeled for a moment’s time before the gears in her head clicked together, Photographic memory. That has to be it, that man was just admitted into that level of care yesterday by the sound of it, and I met him this morning. She must have just seen the sign. Remarkable.
A grin crossed her face and the girl grinned back unwittingly, extending the zipper towards the older lady as if she was sharing a toy but Kin was swooping in, her hand reaching into her bag that she nearly always kept nearby, “You, little one, shall be my protégé, and we shall conquer great civilizations together. Or something, but first I’m hungry.” Successfully diverted from reviewing the file of the 12 year old boy that was starting treatment tomorrow, Kin strode off with new momentum, the pigtailed girl holding her hand while she thought of new ways to show off her newest minion.
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