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Prefered name or LJ name: Hannah / Whispereelmwoo
Age: 29
Timezone: currently UK - will soon be Korea
Previous RPG experience: Played Kisame, Temari, Shino, Hana, Suigetsu and Kakashi in various communities - also Dean Winchester one-on-one
AIM/Email/LJ: Whispereelmwoo / hannahlking@gmail.com / Whisperelmwood
Character Name: Temari Subaku
Anime/Television Show: Naruto
Character Age: 29
Job: Pop-star, singer - Gold Member
Character’s Gender: Female
Character’s Sexuality: Asexual-Aromantic (but she has her kinks and really enjoys domming, and she does have a libido - satisfying said libido has to be on her terms though)
PB: CL (from 2NE1)
Character’s Personality: Temari doesn’t do romance, certainly doesn’t do love and rarely even does like. Ideally, she’d have only those she employs to be around her anywhere near her, but she has her physical needs, and those include BDSM scenes. She likes to touch, she likes to leave marks on smooth skin; she likes to hear other people beg, whimper, plead. So long as they don’t touch her; you have to work up to being allowed to touch her in return.
Temari’s not a bad person, she’s just stubborn and just doesn’t much like people. Which makes her chosen career a stressful one. She enjoys attention and she enjoys the adoration of her fans, so long as she doesn’t have to schmooze with them too much. During the day, whilst working, she plays her part to perfection; the cute, lovable, generous and wonderful Miss Temari, pop star! She smiles, she laughs, she poses for photos and signs autographs, she sings and dances and bats her eyes, gives interviews in which she sparkles.
When she gets home, to her personal space, she likes to unwind. Sometimes, this means a quiet night at home, alone - sometimes it means finding a willing play partner for her to tie up and pleasure/torture. Something about the controlled situations of a scene help keep her sane, and she always makes sure her partner knows exactly what they’re getting into and is meticulous about consent.
When she’s allowed to be herself, Temari’s a bit bitchy, arrogant, attention loving, a bit haughty and definitely a bit of a hard-ass. Don’t touch her, or you’ll end up with a broken wrist. Don’t patronise her, or she’ll never speak to you again, and probably make your name mud to everyone she knows.
When she’s in public, or there’s even a hint of photographers, reporters or fans, she’s sweet as puddin’ and pies. Though this façade relies on how good a mood she was in before she needed to put it on, and she has a habit of imagining the people she least likes, tied up shibari style and hung somewhere.
Character’s History: Temari has always wanted to be on stage. She loves singing, she loves dancing, she loves performing - and she loves attention. So, she followed her desires and went off and made her way into the music business. At the age of twenty, she made it, and managed to get a number one hit. Since then, she’s had three albums, with five number one hits all together. She’s toured most of the world, performed in front of hundreds-of-thousands of fans. She’s collaborated with a number of contemporaries, appeared on numerous television programs and radio stations, she’s even published two auto-biographies.
Now, Temari is taking some time off to rest and work on her next album.
Temari started off as the stereotypical ‘girl next door’ female solo artist. Her manager and PR team haven’t allowed her to change this by too much, as her image sold really really well, but because she’s stubborn, they have at least allowed her to ‘grow up’, so she’s not so much ‘girl next door’ now, as ‘sweet and sexy’.
She’s not seen Gaara since they were all very young, but she’s kept in random communication with Kankuro, as much as it was possible or she felt like, so she knows he at least is ok.
Temari has never been in a relationship, ever. She doesn’t want to, doesn’t feel the need to and because she’s aromantic and asexual, doesn’t have the desire to in the first place. However, again because of her image, she has had a number of ‘public romances’ - carefully chosen partners pretended to be her boyfriend for a few months at a time, and it never went any further than the public outings, carefully orchestrated by her PR team. The guys had their time in the limelight, she had her carefully managed image kept intact, everyone won.
Much to her manager and PR team’s chagrin, however, she has had a number of liasons, carefully kept hidden. She has some tendencies that can only be catered to by specific types of people. This is why she’s sought out the Wreckless club.
RP Samples:
Journal Sample -
So. Today I had scheduled some alone time, much needed alone time, at that - getting sick of the lack of space this tour has foisted on me. Don’t get me wrong, I love performing, I love my fans, but goddamn, I need some me-time, and these busses really don’t give it.
Anyway - I had some scheduled. It was going to be great. I was kicking everyone out, giving them all the day off, and telling Penny to fuck off for at least six hours, leave me in peace.
But no. Just as I’m settling down for some well earned R&R, Penny comes in and he’s got a reporter on his six. Asshole.
Turns out a scheduling clash had happened, and even though I thought I’d be talking to this reporter tomorrow, she’d turned up today. So.
I really, really, need to find somewhere to let off steam. I don’t like having my me-time interrupted, I don’t like having to play sweet-Temari on the fly like that. I can do it, I do it all the time, but Jesus. I want some time off.
Need to find somewhere I can just let off some steam.
Log Sample in the Third Person -
Huge sunglasses in place? - Check. Hair coiled up and hidden under enormous floppy beanie? - Check. Huge baggy jumper, over comfy slacks and ugg-boots? - Check.
Hidden well enough to anonymously buy a huge mug of coffee in peace? Eh. Maybe. Her fans are tenacious, after all.
Temari tries it anyway, pulls up in the vacant lot next to Starbucks, grabs her huge shoulder-bag and slides out of the car. She really just needs some good coffee, some nice, strong, hot coffee, and a hell of a lot of it. She doesn’t care about the damn name of it, or the brand, just so long as she gets some.
Starbucks looks mostly empty, thankfully, so she strides in and straight up to the counter.
“Good morning! How can I help?” The teenager behind the counter grins at her, all teeth and hair. Temari smiles slightly in return; “A take-away of your largest, strongest coffee, please.”
As she’s digging her purse out of her bag, she notices two twenty-something men in the corner muttering together and darting glances in her direction. Ugh. She was really hoping she’d managed to get away with it this morning.
She pays for her drink, giving the girl another smile, and moves to leave. As she does, the two men stand, move, catch up with her just as she’s leaving and crowd in on her.
“Hey, hey, you’re Temari, right?” The stockier of the two questions, voice carrying far too far, far too loudly, and far too annoyingly, considering she just wants her coffee and to be gone.
The taller, ganglier of the two actually, actually, brushes his goddamn hand over her ass. She resists the urge to break his wrist and simply steps away from the two of them, with a bright smile, “Yes. Good morning. How can I help you?”
“Well - could we have an autograph? A photo?” The stockier one hedges.
“How about a kiss?” The ganglier one asks, mouth far too close to her ear.
She steps away again, trying gamely to get away from them without appearing to be running away, bright smile firmly in place, “I haven’t anything to sign right now, but if you get in contact with my people, let them know this is where you met me, I’ll send an autograph out each.”
The gangly guy tried to touch her again, but she artfully side-stepped, grinning all the while, and moved out of reach of them both. “You have a good day, now.” She left them standing there, gaping after her and quickly got back in her car.
Five minutes later, she pulled off the road in a secluded spot and parked.
“Fuck.” She finally let loose the whole body shiver that she had been fighting since the guys hand had brushed her ass. After a few moments quiet, eyes closed, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white, she settled back, forced herself to relax and picked up the coffee.
Prefered name or LJ name: Hannah / Whispereelmwoo
Age: 29
Timezone: currently UK - will soon be Korea
Previous RPG experience: Played Kisame, Temari, Shino, Hana, Suigetsu and Kakashi in various communities - also Dean Winchester one-on-one
AIM/Email/LJ: Whispereelmwoo / hannahlking@gmail.com / Whisperelmwood
Character Name: Temari Subaku
Anime/Television Show: Naruto
Character Age: 29
Job: Pop-star, singer - Gold Member
Character’s Gender: Female
Character’s Sexuality: Asexual-Aromantic (but she has her kinks and really enjoys domming, and she does have a libido - satisfying said libido has to be on her terms though)
PB: CL (from 2NE1)
Character’s Personality: Temari doesn’t do romance, certainly doesn’t do love and rarely even does like. Ideally, she’d have only those she employs to be around her anywhere near her, but she has her physical needs, and those include BDSM scenes. She likes to touch, she likes to leave marks on smooth skin; she likes to hear other people beg, whimper, plead. So long as they don’t touch her; you have to work up to being allowed to touch her in return.
Temari’s not a bad person, she’s just stubborn and just doesn’t much like people. Which makes her chosen career a stressful one. She enjoys attention and she enjoys the adoration of her fans, so long as she doesn’t have to schmooze with them too much. During the day, whilst working, she plays her part to perfection; the cute, lovable, generous and wonderful Miss Temari, pop star! She smiles, she laughs, she poses for photos and signs autographs, she sings and dances and bats her eyes, gives interviews in which she sparkles.
When she gets home, to her personal space, she likes to unwind. Sometimes, this means a quiet night at home, alone - sometimes it means finding a willing play partner for her to tie up and pleasure/torture. Something about the controlled situations of a scene help keep her sane, and she always makes sure her partner knows exactly what they’re getting into and is meticulous about consent.
When she’s allowed to be herself, Temari’s a bit bitchy, arrogant, attention loving, a bit haughty and definitely a bit of a hard-ass. Don’t touch her, or you’ll end up with a broken wrist. Don’t patronise her, or she’ll never speak to you again, and probably make your name mud to everyone she knows.
When she’s in public, or there’s even a hint of photographers, reporters or fans, she’s sweet as puddin’ and pies. Though this façade relies on how good a mood she was in before she needed to put it on, and she has a habit of imagining the people she least likes, tied up shibari style and hung somewhere.
Character’s History: Temari has always wanted to be on stage. She loves singing, she loves dancing, she loves performing - and she loves attention. So, she followed her desires and went off and made her way into the music business. At the age of twenty, she made it, and managed to get a number one hit. Since then, she’s had three albums, with five number one hits all together. She’s toured most of the world, performed in front of hundreds-of-thousands of fans. She’s collaborated with a number of contemporaries, appeared on numerous television programs and radio stations, she’s even published two auto-biographies.
Now, Temari is taking some time off to rest and work on her next album.
Temari started off as the stereotypical ‘girl next door’ female solo artist. Her manager and PR team haven’t allowed her to change this by too much, as her image sold really really well, but because she’s stubborn, they have at least allowed her to ‘grow up’, so she’s not so much ‘girl next door’ now, as ‘sweet and sexy’.
She’s not seen Gaara since they were all very young, but she’s kept in random communication with Kankuro, as much as it was possible or she felt like, so she knows he at least is ok.
Temari has never been in a relationship, ever. She doesn’t want to, doesn’t feel the need to and because she’s aromantic and asexual, doesn’t have the desire to in the first place. However, again because of her image, she has had a number of ‘public romances’ - carefully chosen partners pretended to be her boyfriend for a few months at a time, and it never went any further than the public outings, carefully orchestrated by her PR team. The guys had their time in the limelight, she had her carefully managed image kept intact, everyone won.
Much to her manager and PR team’s chagrin, however, she has had a number of liasons, carefully kept hidden. She has some tendencies that can only be catered to by specific types of people. This is why she’s sought out the Wreckless club.
RP Samples:
Journal Sample -
So. Today I had scheduled some alone time, much needed alone time, at that - getting sick of the lack of space this tour has foisted on me. Don’t get me wrong, I love performing, I love my fans, but goddamn, I need some me-time, and these busses really don’t give it.
Anyway - I had some scheduled. It was going to be great. I was kicking everyone out, giving them all the day off, and telling Penny to fuck off for at least six hours, leave me in peace.
But no. Just as I’m settling down for some well earned R&R, Penny comes in and he’s got a reporter on his six. Asshole.
Turns out a scheduling clash had happened, and even though I thought I’d be talking to this reporter tomorrow, she’d turned up today. So.
I really, really, need to find somewhere to let off steam. I don’t like having my me-time interrupted, I don’t like having to play sweet-Temari on the fly like that. I can do it, I do it all the time, but Jesus. I want some time off.
Need to find somewhere I can just let off some steam.
Log Sample in the Third Person -
Huge sunglasses in place? - Check. Hair coiled up and hidden under enormous floppy beanie? - Check. Huge baggy jumper, over comfy slacks and ugg-boots? - Check.
Hidden well enough to anonymously buy a huge mug of coffee in peace? Eh. Maybe. Her fans are tenacious, after all.
Temari tries it anyway, pulls up in the vacant lot next to Starbucks, grabs her huge shoulder-bag and slides out of the car. She really just needs some good coffee, some nice, strong, hot coffee, and a hell of a lot of it. She doesn’t care about the damn name of it, or the brand, just so long as she gets some.
Starbucks looks mostly empty, thankfully, so she strides in and straight up to the counter.
“Good morning! How can I help?” The teenager behind the counter grins at her, all teeth and hair. Temari smiles slightly in return; “A take-away of your largest, strongest coffee, please.”
As she’s digging her purse out of her bag, she notices two twenty-something men in the corner muttering together and darting glances in her direction. Ugh. She was really hoping she’d managed to get away with it this morning.
She pays for her drink, giving the girl another smile, and moves to leave. As she does, the two men stand, move, catch up with her just as she’s leaving and crowd in on her.
“Hey, hey, you’re Temari, right?” The stockier of the two questions, voice carrying far too far, far too loudly, and far too annoyingly, considering she just wants her coffee and to be gone.
The taller, ganglier of the two actually, actually, brushes his goddamn hand over her ass. She resists the urge to break his wrist and simply steps away from the two of them, with a bright smile, “Yes. Good morning. How can I help you?”
“Well - could we have an autograph? A photo?” The stockier one hedges.
“How about a kiss?” The ganglier one asks, mouth far too close to her ear.
She steps away again, trying gamely to get away from them without appearing to be running away, bright smile firmly in place, “I haven’t anything to sign right now, but if you get in contact with my people, let them know this is where you met me, I’ll send an autograph out each.”
The gangly guy tried to touch her again, but she artfully side-stepped, grinning all the while, and moved out of reach of them both. “You have a good day, now.” She left them standing there, gaping after her and quickly got back in her car.
Five minutes later, she pulled off the road in a secluded spot and parked.
“Fuck.” She finally let loose the whole body shiver that she had been fighting since the guys hand had brushed her ass. After a few moments quiet, eyes closed, hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white, she settled back, forced herself to relax and picked up the coffee.