Character name: Yamada Aoi
Brief biography: Yamada tells everyone she is sixteen years old. It is unknown whether Yamada is even her real name, as common as it is. She tells others that her family died in a fire, but that is a lie. She ran away from home and was found by the owner of the Wagnaria Restaurant and taken in. Yamada is constantly stating that she wants a real family, a perfect family, a better family. She easily latches on to anyone who seems to be a good candidate. She slacks off in almost anything she does, and is immature. Yamada takes to clinging onto others instead of doing her own work. When she came to the Wagnaria she was offered a job waitressing and, although she had never worked a day in her life, took the job. She lived in the attic of the Wagnaria because she was without a home. Every time the owner returned, Aoi asked him if he would adopt her, but each time he eagerly avoided the question. She does not like being looked down upon, as she often is, and is unable to do anything to make others look upon her in any other way.
Character role (from the standpoint of the series they come from: protagonist, antagonist, antihero, supporting): Supporting
Are you transferring?: No
If so, who are you retaining memories of?: -
3-5 personality traits: Mooch, Troublemaker, Clingy, Overconfident, Childish
3-5 abilities your character possesses (if your character has powers): (We ask that you are very, VERY, descriptive of this part. Maybe more descriptive then each other section. Otherwise, you might not be pleased with how we cut your powers off.) – Yamada does not possess any powers.
Weapon of choice: -
Quick RP sample:
Aoi liked to do a lot of things. Okay, maybe not too many things, but there was most certainly a handful of things that she indeed did like doing. One of which was sitting. Sitting upstairs, in her attic, to be exact. She liked sitting and eating the food from the Wagnaria. It was hers, because her fork had touched it, and that’s how things went, right? No one wanted to have her food after it had been touched by her own germs. So she shoveled in another mouthful of the fresh-cooked meal and put the plate aside. She liked being alone up here, but sometimes it felt kind of isolated. That is, unless she could hear the familiar rattle-tat-tat of the dishwasher going, or someone running into a waitress and having the plate fall from the tray. That was a familiar sound. Mostly because it happened to Yamada a lot. And it was usually her plate falling. But anyway, Yamada looked over to her bed, where her most prized possession lay sleeping. Daisy. The little bear had been a gift, and Yamada considered it her first step to having a real family. It all started with a bear. And she was the bear’s Mama. Soon Yamada herself would have a mama, or maybe a father if she was lucky. Yamada really just wanted someone who would love her. For right now, Daisy did that as best as she could, but really, what much could a bear do? Yamada smiled at her, waved, and then descended down her attic ladder-way.
She had to sneak, because if anyone caught her with the cleared plate she would get into some serious trouble. She was always getting into trouble, and Yamada hated being yelled at. She was going to be their boss’s daughter, didn’t they know? She shouldn’t be treated so belligerently. Yamada peeked around the corner of the kitchen, pleased to see everyone’s backs turned. She tiptoed forward, edging the plate over the side of the sink. There. Now no one would know where it’d come from. She went to turn away, went to sneak slowly back to where she came from when—
A uniform similar to hers appeared straight at eye level. Ah. She’d been caught.
“Please be nice to Yamada,” she said, flinching.