APPLICATION - Asgard
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whatagoodgirlOOC Information;
Name; maddie
Personal Journal; instrumentality
Contact; omochikaeriii @ aim, maddiecham @ plurk
Other Characters; None
IC Information;
Character Name; Mako Nakarai (goes by Nakama)
Canon; Bokurano / Nakama
Canon Point; Chapter 12
Age; Approximately 13 years old.
House; Heimdall
Power; Power Lending
Personality; Nakama has never had a very easy life. She was born, unplanned, to a prostitute mother, her father unknown (most likely a random john), and she has borne the stigma and scandal of her mother's profession for her entire life. Not only has she had to watch her mother be belittled and mocked by the other adults in the neighborhood, but her teachers and schoolmates picked up on the fact and joined in the tormenting as early as kindergarten. She is fiercely proud of her mother and refuses to accept that her profession makes her anything less than other women, but it has still left her rather alone for most of her life.
To make up for that, she has become a hyper-responsible child, taking on a paid seamstress job by age 13 and working around the neighborhood when no other children do the same. She believes that being an honourable, honest, helpful and rule-abiding person will earn the respect of others, but unfortunately, the opposite is true - her classmates now berate her for her almost religious adherence to school rules, and regularly fob off their duties onto her because they know she'll do them anyway and "she doesn't need to study or attend cram school - she can just do what her mother does." It seems that no matter what Nakama does, she cannot overcome the specter of her mother's employment, and this has caused her to believe that others - even those who do not know her history - will dislike her at a glance.
At the summer camp that starts the plot of Bokurano, she meets a number of children that she calls her friends (that insistence probably influenced their chosen nickname of 'Nakama' for her), but they still laugh and roll their eyes at her serious, moralistic nature. She shows flashes of her natural warmth and kindness, though, such as when she is so determined to create uniforms for them that she is willing to prostitute herself to pay for the supplies. This helps her to form something of a bond with some of them, although others reject the act as too frivolous and deride her for thinking of clothing when they are all going to die. She also shows that her strong sense of justice applies to anyone, not just those she likes, when she rescues her worst bully during her battle - and shows a bit of spine for the first time, striking her in the face and ordering her to do her chores at school from now on.
Essentially, Nakama is a study in contrasts: she is a brutally shy, retiring girl, but she will come out of her shell immediately to offer help or call someone out who wrongs her sense of justice. Despite all of the hard work she is willing to do, either for others or simply because it must be done, she will very rarely take direct credit for her work, and even more rarely accept help (unless, such as in the case of school chores, it is someone's responsibility); in fact, she can become so lost in her desire to help others that she puts herself at risk. Her greatest wish is to be respected as a 'good girl', and perhaps even to make proper friends one day, friends who don't judge her or her mother and accept her as she is. More recently, she has also realized that she has the right to stand up for herself when she is being wronged, so she might not prove to be such a doormat in Asgard.
Samples;
Network Sample;
Koyemshi...? Are - are you there, Koyemshi?
[It's the only explanation - this is another part of the Game that he hasn't told them about. That's all that makes sense to her. But he was very clear about the fact that they would die, and that there was no way to survive, so...]
I don't understand... I mean, I got my letter and spoke to the lady, but... I'm supposed to be...
[Finally, she decides that she'd best ask directly.]
... is - this the afterlife?
Log Sample;
[It's become such a regular scene in Heimdall House that no one pauses to watch her anymore; no one offers help, even in such an honourable house, because they know she will refuse it until she's blue in the face; no one tries to tell her it's not necessary, because this is obviously just a part of the strange, quiet little girl who calls herself Nakama that will not be changed.
She's cleaning the lounge of the Welcome Hall, wiping at the tables until her elbow aches and dusting the television screen and arranging the little items people have left behind into neat piles to be collected later. The same people tend to leave the same things lying around, so she knows how to organize them by now, and about when they'll be taken away to individual rooms.
Next, she'll move on to the kitchen, washing dishes that have been left to soak and putting away stray bits of food that might go bad if left on the counter. She knows that people were planning to get to them later, but it's just as easy for her to do it; for their part, people have noticed by now that she doesn't carry grudges or throw angry glances at those whose cleaning she has done for them, so most don't object too strongly.
What must they think of her? Was she a slave in her past life, or maybe just a drudge to her parents? Is she some sort of clean freak who can't handle a single speck of dust in the room? Why does she insist on doing this?
What they don't know is that she enjoys it, in her fashion. She isn't a subscriber to the idea of fun being found in adventure or excitement; she likes what is comfortable, and cleaning up for others is about the only comfortable thing she's found here. There are no crumpled pieces of paper being thrown at her, no jeers or mockery raining down on her shoulders along with them, and that is strange - still, she's adjusted to the lack of abuse and learned to smile gently when someone new sees her cleaning for the first time and comments positively on her work ethic.
Quietly, steadily, she rolls up her sleeves and heads for the sink. It's not the life she's used to in a lot of ways, but at least it's a life without giant robots and battles; it's a life she might be able to survive.]
Name; maddie
Personal Journal; instrumentality
Contact; omochikaeriii @ aim, maddiecham @ plurk
Other Characters; None
IC Information;
Character Name; Mako Nakarai (goes by Nakama)
Canon; Bokurano / Nakama
Canon Point; Chapter 12
Age; Approximately 13 years old.
House; Heimdall
Power; Power Lending
Personality; Nakama has never had a very easy life. She was born, unplanned, to a prostitute mother, her father unknown (most likely a random john), and she has borne the stigma and scandal of her mother's profession for her entire life. Not only has she had to watch her mother be belittled and mocked by the other adults in the neighborhood, but her teachers and schoolmates picked up on the fact and joined in the tormenting as early as kindergarten. She is fiercely proud of her mother and refuses to accept that her profession makes her anything less than other women, but it has still left her rather alone for most of her life.
To make up for that, she has become a hyper-responsible child, taking on a paid seamstress job by age 13 and working around the neighborhood when no other children do the same. She believes that being an honourable, honest, helpful and rule-abiding person will earn the respect of others, but unfortunately, the opposite is true - her classmates now berate her for her almost religious adherence to school rules, and regularly fob off their duties onto her because they know she'll do them anyway and "she doesn't need to study or attend cram school - she can just do what her mother does." It seems that no matter what Nakama does, she cannot overcome the specter of her mother's employment, and this has caused her to believe that others - even those who do not know her history - will dislike her at a glance.
At the summer camp that starts the plot of Bokurano, she meets a number of children that she calls her friends (that insistence probably influenced their chosen nickname of 'Nakama' for her), but they still laugh and roll their eyes at her serious, moralistic nature. She shows flashes of her natural warmth and kindness, though, such as when she is so determined to create uniforms for them that she is willing to prostitute herself to pay for the supplies. This helps her to form something of a bond with some of them, although others reject the act as too frivolous and deride her for thinking of clothing when they are all going to die. She also shows that her strong sense of justice applies to anyone, not just those she likes, when she rescues her worst bully during her battle - and shows a bit of spine for the first time, striking her in the face and ordering her to do her chores at school from now on.
Essentially, Nakama is a study in contrasts: she is a brutally shy, retiring girl, but she will come out of her shell immediately to offer help or call someone out who wrongs her sense of justice. Despite all of the hard work she is willing to do, either for others or simply because it must be done, she will very rarely take direct credit for her work, and even more rarely accept help (unless, such as in the case of school chores, it is someone's responsibility); in fact, she can become so lost in her desire to help others that she puts herself at risk. Her greatest wish is to be respected as a 'good girl', and perhaps even to make proper friends one day, friends who don't judge her or her mother and accept her as she is. More recently, she has also realized that she has the right to stand up for herself when she is being wronged, so she might not prove to be such a doormat in Asgard.
Samples;
Network Sample;
Koyemshi...? Are - are you there, Koyemshi?
[It's the only explanation - this is another part of the Game that he hasn't told them about. That's all that makes sense to her. But he was very clear about the fact that they would die, and that there was no way to survive, so...]
I don't understand... I mean, I got my letter and spoke to the lady, but... I'm supposed to be...
[Finally, she decides that she'd best ask directly.]
... is - this the afterlife?
Log Sample;
[It's become such a regular scene in Heimdall House that no one pauses to watch her anymore; no one offers help, even in such an honourable house, because they know she will refuse it until she's blue in the face; no one tries to tell her it's not necessary, because this is obviously just a part of the strange, quiet little girl who calls herself Nakama that will not be changed.
She's cleaning the lounge of the Welcome Hall, wiping at the tables until her elbow aches and dusting the television screen and arranging the little items people have left behind into neat piles to be collected later. The same people tend to leave the same things lying around, so she knows how to organize them by now, and about when they'll be taken away to individual rooms.
Next, she'll move on to the kitchen, washing dishes that have been left to soak and putting away stray bits of food that might go bad if left on the counter. She knows that people were planning to get to them later, but it's just as easy for her to do it; for their part, people have noticed by now that she doesn't carry grudges or throw angry glances at those whose cleaning she has done for them, so most don't object too strongly.
What must they think of her? Was she a slave in her past life, or maybe just a drudge to her parents? Is she some sort of clean freak who can't handle a single speck of dust in the room? Why does she insist on doing this?
What they don't know is that she enjoys it, in her fashion. She isn't a subscriber to the idea of fun being found in adventure or excitement; she likes what is comfortable, and cleaning up for others is about the only comfortable thing she's found here. There are no crumpled pieces of paper being thrown at her, no jeers or mockery raining down on her shoulders along with them, and that is strange - still, she's adjusted to the lack of abuse and learned to smile gently when someone new sees her cleaning for the first time and comments positively on her work ethic.
Quietly, steadily, she rolls up her sleeves and heads for the sink. It's not the life she's used to in a lot of ways, but at least it's a life without giant robots and battles; it's a life she might be able to survive.]
