Post by Jasmine on Apr 27, 2008 8:24:00 GMT 7
Twilight Dreams
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Omoi wo komete mo...
Name: Jasmine Setsuna
Jasmine \j(a)-smi-ne, jas-mine\ is pronounced as JAZ-min, jaz-MEEN. It is of Old French and Persian origin, and its meaning is "jasmine". Refers to the climbing plant with delicate, fragrant flowers, which derives from Yasmin.
Setsuna is pronounced as (SET soo nah); it may be written with the characters meaning "snow" (setsu) and "calm" (na). Other possibilities include "snow" (setsu) and "vegetable; greens " (na).
Age: 12
Alias: Jasmine/Setsuna/Jas/Jass
Custom Title: ð -- YinxYang -- ð
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Nationality: Chinese, American, Japanese
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Height: 5'4
Weight: 100 lbs
... koudou shita mono dake ga...
Appearance:
Jasmine||Setsuna
To most people, they say: looks can be deceiving. Some might be mistaken this girl as a boy.
First off, her hair is not too hard to describe. Though, the color of her hair is often just as confusing as it seems. But later, you might realize that the actual color of her hair is unquestionably black. It was just the sun and the moonlight which influences her hair color to purple or indigo. Plus, her hair only reaches up to the back of her neck which is one of the reasons on why most people think that she is a male. Who cares if it is short? At least it doesn't cause disturbance on the face and she doesn't have to push back some strands of it that scatters her face. Her nose is minute and is upturned to the end of it, but not as minute that you have to squint your eyes just for the sake to see it. She has an oval face and there were many spare spaces on her soft, warm cheeks for her tears to fall.
Not that she is cautious about her appearance, but her skin is just pale that way -- almost as pale as the clouds. It is soft, warm and fragile; easily wounded by any sharp object. In other words, she has a sensitive skin. Her skin complexion is the most prominent appearance to most people. Seriously, why do some people in her opposite gender often keeps tracks of the color of her skin? Why won't they keep track of the tanned ones? Well, anyway, she has a thin frame and has a curvaceous body like most females have. With a body like this, she can run very fast. Though, it just depends on how much energy she vents. She rarely even runs. Plus, one can reminisce that she is actually a female by just looking at her good body.
You can see that she is a girl by staring at her feminine eyes as well. It is accompanied by some long eyelashes too. One person, whether that person is dumb or whatever, he/she can see if Jasmine was in a gleeful mood or not. Mostly, she's not. She always wished that her eyes will just disappear; or just to let it be invisible from other people -- or it can be anything that concerns for her eyes to vanish to thin air. Though, she knew that it will be absurd and impossible to transpire. No matter how many necklace of lies she can tell, she will always be caught in the thorns. Most people are thankful that she has these eyes -- or else they won't be able to sense her true feeling or current mood at all. This may be an old-fashioned quote, but "the eyes are truly the windows of the soul", they say. It's true and she loves it, but she just wants her not-so-small eyes to disappear and nothing else.
Her arms and her fists look incredibly powerful; it doesn't mean that they are bigger than any parts of her body. Of course, they are thin and fragile -- her fists are worth seeing as a female. Still, they look as powerful as they seem when she feels anger striking her like a bolt of lightning. No marks, holes, scars, blemishes or pimples can be seen in her. But still, she is not the most beautiful girl in this whole, ferocious world. Who cares if she is not a model? Besides, she wants to erase her whole appearance in this world. Not that she doesn't like on how she looks like, but there are some reasons. Some cheerful and bubbly individuals might think that she is cute too.
As for her clothing, she does wear anything she desires, but doesn't wear too much girlish clothes. She doesn't even wear any kinds of jewelries and she is rarely seen in applying a lipstick. Well, there are also times when she wears a dress. She doesn't wear anything boyish or baggy pants either. Just a unisex clothing; or just a simple one. It will just depend on what mood she is currently in.
... shinjitsu wo tsukamu...
Alice:
Invisibility Alice.
This girl can make herself or anything invisible; as if that object or that person doesn't exist at all. For that Alice to activate, she needs to gaze at that object or person first. The next step, she snaps her fingers. Alas! The object/person is now invisible. When she wants herself to be invisible, she needs to close her eyes then snap her fingers again.
Happy? Wait, the celebration doesn't last that long. The invisibility has to last in 8-10 seconds. Exceed it, then she gets dizzy like most people experience.
Even exceeding a little bit more, then her life span will be drained. Thus, she only needs to use her Alice for only three times a day. If not, there is a possibility that one of the two symptoms might occur. What is the cause if she will die, you ask? Of course, when she uses her Alice in more than three times a day -- and each object or person has exceeded the limited seconds.
Anyway, to make that person or object visible again, she snaps her fingers in exactly two times. Despite of being invisible, she still gets hit(objects, people, etc.).
... yagate mune ni hatameku karera no negai wa...
Personality:
You can never convert this girl's personality. No matter how hard you lecture her, she will never change.
Jasmine is a slightly shy person and is not an approachable individual; as one may think. She does feel uncomfortable when surrounded with strangers, but she does try her best to talk with them. Sadly, she doesn't laugh, no matter how humorous the joke is. However, when she gets insults and teases from you -- be careful that she can really punch you when you overdo it that much. You should be very thankful that she gives you some numerous chances before she offers a violent action. When she clenches then unclenches her fists, it would mean that she is controlling her temper. She rarely even smiles -- and laugh. Thus, you can barely hear her talk so loud.
When surrounded with acquaintances or comrades, she rather feels a massive amount of comfort. It's just like she was sitting on a cushy couch. She cares for them and is always a sweet, charming, helpful, generous and a loving person. She does the same thing to the strangers too. Jasmine is just a helpless child who doesn't want to talk that loud and doesn't want to provoke anyone. Some other people might think that she is so weak and doesn't have a capability but only her Alice. A mistake. Their perceptions were all wrong. She is not the type to give up that easily; thus she has a talent. It was just the entirety of her personality that made people think that she is weak -- some might think that she is often violent.
Stereotypically, she at times stutter and trip over the words that she doesn't want to say; that is, if you insist her to spill a true feeling towards something -- that kind of thing exists. About the talent thing, she can play a flute. Not a hint of imperfection will be ringing through your ears, no matter how hard you listen. She sadly conceals that wonderful talent of hers. How? Of course, by striding through in a solitary, late night until she might reach a tree and play her flute there -- under the beaming smile of the moonlight. A sickening feeling in her stomach might occur when she eats something not appropriate to her own taste. She only wants to eat the food that she favored; to be more precise.
She is an intelligent person as well, but not that intelligent like she knows everything. Also, she takes things as seriously as possible that many thinks that she is one, gullible person -- which is really a fact. No matter what transpires, she tried her absolute best and always tries to exert as much efforts as possible just for the sake in pleasing everyone. Consistently, she gets worried that easily. Even sometimes, she just cries over every little thing. Despite of being affright about something, she still tries to act brave. She badly wants her existence to be acknowledged by everyone -- or at least, even a mere person, she will be satisfied. Overall, she is an innocent female who understands on how a person truly feels by looking through the eyes.
Why, she doesn't cause a plagiarism to one's talents or personality, she just wants to be herself, to retain her personality. She is only a simple girl, she wears anything that suits her mood. Not sexy or anything that concerns too much voluptuousness. When she talks, you might notice that her voice is charming, sweet and pleasing beyond belief. She only talks when someone states a question or a statement at her; but remember, she is shy at a certain extent. At other opportune or not opportune times, she can be clumsy by tripping and falling. She wants to protect anyone who is in danger, but at times, that particular person protects her instead. So, she cries and sobs about it, that's because she feels like she is being a nuisance and she thinks that people loves their life when she is not around.
Her head is usually in the clouds which results her to be lured in the realm of clumsiness. Although, she, at times, focuses on her own studies in school; that is why she has the most highest marks in her class. Instead of feeling delighted, they feel so envious about her. Though, some might be pleased about her hard works too. Of course, she is a kind, friendly, gentle and a person who has a golden heart and doesn't get greedy or envious in any way. How she loves to explore foreign things in life -- which means that she is also adventurous. Without a doubt, she gets nervous and gets embarrassed so easily.
She is a passionate and an emotional one. She may not be cheerful, but she is polite and does have a lot of good sides within herself. She always tries to put her life in the line, always follows the rules and always follow someone's orders -- whether they are arrogant or not. She is a forgiving person; meaning that she forgives a person that easily and gives him/her a chance -- no matter how many times that person committed a mistake to her. She loves swimming and loves to drop by in rivers and ponds -- depending on the cleanliness of the waters. It's as if she is a child who always feel loneliness and is consistently left alone in the depths of the water just like a helpless little pearl who is concealed in a clam.
She has a hobby in snapping her fingers. She has mostly a good side, but she sometimes expose some of her bad side if you do something inappropriate to her -- very much.
... tsubasa wo hirogete sekai wo meguri... chirabaru kibou wo atsume subete wo hedateru kiri wo...
Background:
I am consistently accustomed to admire the snow. It's just -- mirroring my current mood. It was such a calm snow and my life's rate of happiness has never diminished. This is just a dream. Yes, a dream. I don't want to wake up. No, I don't want to. In fact, I don't want to wake up -- forever.
There it goes again! My "power" activated again. Ever since my lovable father has gone missing and my cruel mother torturing me, this power or whatever this is called activated everytime I snap my fingers. Yes, I have a hobby in snapping my fingers. But then, the power is inactive in a blink of an eye after I snap my fingers two times. I think my power is called "Invisibility"? I have no idea and I don't want to know either. I miss my father anyway. I need him -- and everytime when snow draws apace, we watch snow flakes falling down on our roof -- together.
I miss our good times. He was the only person I loved and my best friend Cassidy. I, myself, considered her as my sister already. She has been so kind and is good in telling jokes and she was now out of town. My father anyway, told me that he will go to some place and will be back after a day -- but no, he never came back. So now, I am all lonely -- and tortured by my mother. I just need someone to talk to. I'm also stuck in retaining my high grades, playing my flute and everything that I want to do -- which is a little boring nowadays.
What a lonesome town! Not a sound in all those peaceful expanses of grass and woods but the drowsy hum of insects; no glimpse of man or beast; nothing to keep up your spirits and make you glad to be alive. And so, at last, in the early part of the afternoon, when I caught sight of a human creature, I felt a most grateful uplift. This person was a man about forty years old, and he was standing at the gate of one of those cozy little rose-clad cottages of the sort already referred to. However, this one hadn't a deserted look; it had the look of being lived in and petted and cared for and looked after; and so had its front yard, which was a garden of flowers, abundant, gay, and flourishing. I was invited in, of course, and required to make myself at home -- it was the custom of our town.
It was delightful to be in such a place, after long weeks of doing my cruel mother's biddings and reminiscing the good memories about my missing father. There were all a little difficult, cheerless, materialistic desolation, but here was a nest which had aspects to rest the tired eye and refresh that something in one's nature which, after long fasting, recognizes, when confronted by the belongings of art, howsoever cheap and modest they may be, that it has unconsciously been famishing and now has found nourishment.
I could not have believed that a rag carpet could feast me so, and so content me; or that there could be such solace to the soul in wall-paper and framed lithographs and bright-colored tidies and lamp-mats and Windsor chairs and varnished what-nots with sea-shells and books and china vases on them and the score of little unclassifiable tricks and touches that a woman's hand distributes about a home, which one sees without knowing he sees them, yet would miss in a moment if they were taken away. The delight that was in my heart showed in my face, and the man saw it and was pleased; I only bit my lower lip shyly as I glanced down, thinking on what to say, so there won't be a looming silence.
But to no avail.
He took me into a bedroom so that I might wash my hands; such a bedroom as I had not seen for years: white counterpane, white pillows, carpeted floor, papered walls, pictures, dressing-table, with mirror and pin-cushion and dainty toilet things; and in the corner a wash-stand, with real china-ware bowl and pitcher, and with soap in a china dish, and on a rack more than a dozen towels -- towels too clean and white for one out of practice to use without some vague sense of profanation. So my face kinda spoke again, and he answered with gratified words:
"All her work; she did it all herself--every bit. Nothing here that hasn't felt the touch of her hand. Now you would think--But I mustn't talk so much."
I knew he was kind of trying to help me by furtive indications with his eye, so I tried hard to get on the right track, being eager to gratify him. I failed several times, as I could see out of the corner of my eye without being told; but at last I knew I must be looking straight at the thing--knew it from the pleasure issuing in invisible waves from him. He broke into a happy laugh, and rubbed his hands together, and cried out:
"That's it! You've found it. I knew you would. It's her picture."
I went to the little black-walnut bracket on the farther wall, and did find there what I had not yet noticed--a daguerreotype-case. It contained the sweetest girlish face and the most beautiful as it seemed to me that I had ever seen. The man drank the admiration from my face, and was fully satisfied.
"Nineteen her last birthday," he said, as he put the picture back; "and that was the day we were married."
"W-Where is she?", I pressed.
"Oh, she's living with my Luna Katanashi now.", he answered a little mysteriously.
"Who is Luna?"
"My daughter. Someone just told me that she has an Alice and now resided in Alice Academy."
"Alice? Alice Academy?"
For a moment, he explained everything to me. On the looks of it, he seems to be always eavesdropping on people. I think I have a desire to go to that Academy. Now, I know why I have this mysterious power. I told him that I have an Alice. Though, I told him that I don't want to go there. After a while, I heard his other words, but hardly noticed them, I was so deep in my thinkings and strugglings. He was getting stern at the moment.
"Individuals with Alices should go there."
I was feeling a deep, strong longing to see this Luna -- a longing so supplicating, so insistent, that it made me afraid. I just want to see her, because he seems to be talking about her all this time. I said to myself: "I will go straight away from this place, for my peace of mind's sake." Afterwards, he led me somewhere to his art room and then, saw a painting. An image of a blond girl was caught in my eyes. I commented that it was ravishing. He only laughed. That second glimpse broke down my good resolution.
I guess I should go to the Academy and take the risk. But a part of me -- my violent side -- argued that I shouldn't go there. That night, he smoked a tranquil pipe and talked with me till late about various things, but mainly about Luna; and certainly I had had no such pleasant and restful time for many a day. The Thursday followed and slipped comfortably away. My mother doesn't seem to be looking for me or worried about me. I don't care either, I guess. As days and days passed, I realized that he was already acting like my father. Now, my life is getting better and better.
I was even training myself on how to use my Alice, so I wouldn't go past my limits of it; and won't let some people get a curious feeling on how I do this.
One day, we both traveled around the world. I have a good feeling about this. At another moment, I noticed my consistent companion's visage. I followed the direction of his gaze and my glance met the line of the road; we perceived a little figure standing in the middle of the railway crossing. It was a child -- without doubt. And as I said so to myself, the roar of an approaching train, coupled with the sound of the whistle, made both of us startled up with horror. The late express from town was due. I remembered that there was a considerable curve in the railroad at this point. Some people had not perceived the situation -- they were too far in the shade -- but me and Luna's father from where we stood commanded a clear view of the track.
I didn't make a quick action.
Without an instant's hesitation, the father told me to stay there; and then, he sprang forward and ran at full speed. His first thought was that the train was very near. He ran with all his might and main, his eyes fixed on the little white figure, and shouting to warn it of its danger. He did not abate his speed. The child had plumped itself down on one of the sleepers and was apparently playing with some pebbles. It was on the farther track. Startled by his cries and by the clang of the approaching train, looked up at him. The said child saw a pale, besmeared little countenance; Luna's dad heard behind him the agonizing screams of the mother, who had realized her baby's peril; in his ears rang the shrill warning of the engineer as the engine rounded the curve. Would he be in time?
I was worried; I hesitated to help. And I feel so weak.
As he reached the edge of the tracks, he thought of his wife and Luna and a terrible consciousness of the sorrow they would feel if anything were to happen to him, compressed his heart. But he did not falter. He was aware of the jangle of a fiercely rung bell, the hiss of steam, and a blinding glare; he could feel on his cheek the breath of the iron monster. With set teeth he threw himself forward, stooped, and reached out over the rail: in another instant, he had tossed the child from the pathway of danger. I screamed. And that's when he had been mangled to death by the powerful engine.
Now, I'm all alone. I feel so weak. I wasn't strong enough to protect the people that are important to me nor the people that doesn't treasure much in my life. I only cried and cried until, I finally decided to go to the Academy now. After massive of minutes of packing my things, I rode in a black car and arrived in the said place. I went inside, I won't let my face become prominent in any place. Ever again. Only here.
... fukiharau hikari tokihanatsu......
Family History:
Father -- Kyomaru Setsuna -- 35 -- Alive, but missing -- No Alice
Mother -- Haruno Setsuna -- 34 -- Alive -- No Alice
Sister(actually Jasmine's best friend, but she just wants to consider Cassidy as a sister) -- Cassidy -- 13 -- Alive -- No Alice
... byakuya no yume no youna towa wo tsumugu monogatari ...
Extras:
Note: Um, Jasmine's father also gave her a Yin and Yang necklace. And she is not so good in English. Only Chinese and Japanese.
| Likes | Dislikes | Theme Songs | Friends |
| Benign people | Deleterious, unsympathetic people | Lamentation | None |
| Mornings | Evenings | None | None |
| Crying | Smiling | None | None |
| Friends | Foes | None | None |
| Light | Dark | None | None |
| Flowers | Mud | None | None |
| Water | Fire | None | None |
Credits/Disclaimer
Pictures found in Google. Quote from the image above is from my Book. Signature made by me. Japanese lyrics(the one in purple text) are found here.
Pictures found in Google. Quote from the image above is from my Book. Signature made by me. Japanese lyrics(the one in purple text) are found here.
... kuroi EDGE... shiroi ASH... kotoba wa kaeru...
kimi no hitomi no IRISU eto...
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