Mimori Fuujioka
. Age: 18
Height: 5'5''/161 cm
Race: nekomimi
Dominance uke
Ethnicity: Asian
Nationality: Japanese
Sexuality: lesbian
Country of Origin: Japan
Collar colours/charms" updating
Personality: Mimori as a child was a shy girl who was easily nervous around the children in the orphanage. Often cases, she was sensitive and clingy to her older twin. After the adoption, the girl became more dependent, though to an extent.
Mimori is intellectual and serious than her youthful self, studying hard when needed. This had made her a bit of a shut in making conversations even harder. Her shyness still remains through stares and stammers. People who grow close to her will endure her over protective and stern motherly side. She might have times where she let's certain happenings go if the issue is debated properly. All in all, she is reclusive and afraid to be judged...
Likes: romance novels [her guilty pleasure], origami, observing, video games that are educational, reality tv, spicy foods, coffee flavoured candy
Disike: too sweet foods/drinks, arrogance, judgemental people, fire, her shyness
Relationship status: single
Immediate family: parents/wherabouts unknown
Background: Mimori has no recollection of when or where she was born or even what her parents looked like. After birth, her parents had left her and her sister, Kumori, on the doorstep of an orphanage and from then her other twin was al that mattered. The girls were inseparable. Every routine, from playing together to crying, was done without fail. A few of the orphans teased the nekomimi by how attached she was of her sister. Others had managed a way into their protective space but Mimori's love for her sister didn't break from the pulling. Kumori was her half, the one person to make her whole so her chronically shy nature and awkwardness was fine not having or able to have lasting friends.
At age 10, everything changed. Kumori was adopted by a young family, leaving the nekomimi girl alone. The girl was heartbroken, crying herself to sleep for 4 months before couple saved the girl from the dungeon.
For 5 years, Mimori has grown up in the slave trade after a kidnapping. Every waking day, she thought about one person... Her sister... Her twin... Was she safe and well taken cared of? Was she searching for Mimori as the pink haired girl was? Did she forget about her? Does she still love her? She asked herself these questions throughout her research of overhearing conversations from her masters. Orten times, they would get her hopes up, thinking she was loved and that she could find her sister.
Feeling loved is all the young girl ever wanted... That and to find her twin.
Height: 5'5''/161 cm
Race: nekomimi
Dominance uke
Ethnicity: Asian
Nationality: Japanese
Sexuality: lesbian
Country of Origin: Japan
Collar colours/charms" updating
Personality: Mimori as a child was a shy girl who was easily nervous around the children in the orphanage. Often cases, she was sensitive and clingy to her older twin. After the adoption, the girl became more dependent, though to an extent.
Mimori is intellectual and serious than her youthful self, studying hard when needed. This had made her a bit of a shut in making conversations even harder. Her shyness still remains through stares and stammers. People who grow close to her will endure her over protective and stern motherly side. She might have times where she let's certain happenings go if the issue is debated properly. All in all, she is reclusive and afraid to be judged...
Likes: romance novels [her guilty pleasure], origami, observing, video games that are educational, reality tv, spicy foods, coffee flavoured candy
Disike: too sweet foods/drinks, arrogance, judgemental people, fire, her shyness
Relationship status: single
Immediate family: parents/wherabouts unknown
Background: Mimori has no recollection of when or where she was born or even what her parents looked like. After birth, her parents had left her and her sister, Kumori, on the doorstep of an orphanage and from then her other twin was al that mattered. The girls were inseparable. Every routine, from playing together to crying, was done without fail. A few of the orphans teased the nekomimi by how attached she was of her sister. Others had managed a way into their protective space but Mimori's love for her sister didn't break from the pulling. Kumori was her half, the one person to make her whole so her chronically shy nature and awkwardness was fine not having or able to have lasting friends.
At age 10, everything changed. Kumori was adopted by a young family, leaving the nekomimi girl alone. The girl was heartbroken, crying herself to sleep for 4 months before couple saved the girl from the dungeon.
For 5 years, Mimori has grown up in the slave trade after a kidnapping. Every waking day, she thought about one person... Her sister... Her twin... Was she safe and well taken cared of? Was she searching for Mimori as the pink haired girl was? Did she forget about her? Does she still love her? She asked herself these questions throughout her research of overhearing conversations from her masters. Orten times, they would get her hopes up, thinking she was loved and that she could find her sister.
Feeling loved is all the young girl ever wanted... That and to find her twin.
