〖 C H O U K O xxxx " K I M " xxxx S A S A K I 〗
D A U G H T E R . O F . A P O L L O
Doing my best today with no expectations for tomorrow!
xxxxxxxxxx⤷ "ａ ｓｔｒｏｎｇ ｗｏｍａｎ ｉｓ ｏｎｅ ｗｈｏ ｉｓ ａｂｌｅ ｔｏ ｓｍｉｌｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｍｏｒｎｉｎｇ ｌｉｋｅ ｓｈｅ ｗａｓｎ'ｔ ｃｒｙｉｎｇ ｌａｓｔ ｎｉｇｈｔ．"
נυsт тнε в α s ι c s !!XXXXX
cαℓℓ мε :: My "American Name" is Kim, although with friends I usually just go by "Chou"
cαη∂ℓєѕ :: I am twenty-two and proud!
αη∂ тιмє ƒℓιєѕ ву єνєяу :: June 25
cαη'т уσυ тєℓℓ؟ :: I am female, thank you!
ρєяƒєcт ραρα :: Apollo
cσσкιηg ιη тнє кιтcнєη ωιтн :: Hana Sasaki-- my mortal mother.
нσω'ѕ тнє ωєαтнєя υρ тнєяє؟ :: I am standing at 5'2", but with my heels I can get up to 5'7"-- if I stand tall!
тιмє ƒσя α ωσяк συт :: I am 106 lbs.
ℓυℓℓαву вαву... :: Motto Futari De
яυηηιηg тнє яσυgє cαяρєт :: Dressy ||| Casual ||| Sleep ||| Swim
ρℓεαsε, gεт тσ к и σ ω мε !!XXXXX
ѕкєℓєтσηѕ ιη тнє cℓσѕєт ::
I grew up in Lexington, Kentucky, US, the "horse capital of the world". Although my mother told me I was born in Kyoto, Japan, "The land of the Rising Sun". Not that I remember it, and it's pretty warm here in Kentucky, too. Anyways, I should explain why we moved to Lexington. My grandpapa owned a ranch in Lexington where he raised horses and did lessons and such. When my mom was, like, twenty she moved to Japan to 'experience her ancestors'. Well, she experienced them well enough and had a kid-- me. But Grandpapa got sick and passed away, leaving his ranch and all his money to his only daughter-- my mother. So we moved back to America and settled down. My mother did pretty much the same thing, and with the annual revenue of the ranch being at around $90000 annually we got pretty wealthy-- that's not including the humongous amount of money that Grandpapa left us. I grew up with nannies pampering me, and tutors trying to instil manners and education into me. Not that that was very effective. Growing up around horses was great, and riding them came pretty easily to me. I loved the horses, and they loved me-- or at least the carrots that I provided for them.
I started grade school like any other kid with OCD and ADHD-- painfully. The other kids were so messy and they left things everywhere! Then when they were learning A-B-C-D, I couldn't get over the fact that, 'Oh! A is a pretty red colour and B is a pretty blue colour...' and so on and so forth. I never actually failed any classes, although sometimes I wonder how that happened... anyways! So yes. Teachers didn't dislike me, par-se, although they were never too happy when I would go up and touch something and then make the entire skeleton fall apart... that totally isn't from experience, by the way... But yes! Somehow I made it through grade school, and I was relatively well liked too, with grades good enough to get me into high school! And as a present from my mum for getting in to high school-- although she swore to her deathbed that it wasn't from her-- I got a beautiful crossbow with these gorgeous bronze bolts!
Speaking of high school... Oh my gods! It's comparable to the bloody underworld! Everything was so 'study this', 'study that'-- I could barely get through the text-book because of the drawings from previous students and stupid things like that! Gah! I hated high school. Again, I kicked butt and passed with a 90%. That's a helluva lot of sleepless nights in that there number. So high school moved on into university, where I was smart enough to take only the fine arts-- something I had always excelled in. My mum used to tease me by saying that I was born playing a piano-- but that would really, really hurt so I doubt it. After a three year arts program my mum got sick and passed on, leaving the ranch and all of the profits to me. I was already using the ranch for piano lessons at the time, but then monsters started to show up in the fields around the house. I found that the various things I found around were really only good for beating them until they took off-- the only thing that seemed to really do any damage was the crossbow I found before high school. I guess they had always been hanging around, but only recently did they start causing problems, you know? Then this short guy showed up at my house and was all like, "you shalt cometh witheth me-eth to campeth half bloodeth!" (of course, he didn't speak like that but he was so haughty you coulda sworn he was ancient British nobility or something!). Anyways, this short, cocky dude turned out to be a satyr-- Yea! Half goat, half man! It really bugged my OCD, because it was like-- NOO IT DOESN'T WORK LIKE THAT. Then I found out that, hey it does work like that. Who would have thought? So continuing with my story... This Sir Midget the Greatlyuseless took me, and a bunch of kids (yea, apparently I'm the old-lady reject) and we barely made it to the camp in one piece. But we did, I guess... so now I'm here.
gнσѕт σƒ тнє ρяєsεит ::
I guess you could say I'm a fun person. I love hanging out after work, going to bars, having a few drinks with my friends, and checking out the cute boys. I love being involved, being active, and playing music, but helping others is also a big thing for me. You would probably see pieces of my wealthy upbringing, mainly through my stubborn spoilt mannerisms, as well as my perfect manners. One thing I remember loving quite clearly since I was young was horse-back riding. I don't remember my father from my childhood, but I always remember going out on warm sunny days on the horses at the ranch. I don't remember my father being there, but it sort of feels like he was, you know? It's weird-- I must have hit my head or something in baseball. Speaking of baseball-- when I was a kid I was on the team. I was outgoing, and I loved all the extra-curricular stuff that went with school-- unfortunately, I was really bad in school. I was diagnosed with OCD and ADHD, and I always had a hard time sitting in class and functioning. I was always good in English, though-- my teacher praised me as having the muse of a genius, although my spelling was abhorrent. It took a lot of effort to get through high school on honor roll. I mean, seriously, my mother reading out all my notes to me and finding more interactive ways for me to learn so that I understood everything. My determination is really what saved me.
I'm also a bit of a risk-taker. I mean, I went to some really sketchy place to get a tattoo done by a friend when I was only thirteen! Call it stupid, but I call it living on the edge. What else is a rich girl to do? It was at that time that I became obsessed with the body art. Arts in general had always been a fascination for me, though. So to sum it all up? I'm periodically spontaneous and have a lovely case of OCD+ADHD, and I don't really think things through before I do them. When I set my mind to it, there's no taking me off route, and I'm as stubborn as a bull in a china shop! Why doesn't that sound right to me..? Except for with one thing-- talk about my mother always brings me down. I think she died to early, and it was hard for me. I loved her very much, and she was a very special person. I still cry about it a lot, which is why I try to be happy around other people. Anyways. I'm the type of girl you can trust, and love, so long as you can handle the occasional distract- OH MY GOD LOOK IT'S A KITTY IT'S SO CUTE! [/Runs off]
ρℓєαѕє η' тнαηкs ::
✓ Singing
✓ Freerunning (Freestyle Parkour)
✓ Dancing
✓ Horses
✓ Music (Playing Piano)
иσ тнαηк уσυ ::
✗ School
✗ Jerks
✗ People who blame their misfortunes on others
✗ Pessimists
✗ Critics
тнεяαρy, ρℓεαsε ::
☒ Yea, yea... so what if I'm afraid of the dark?
☒ Abandonment. I hate the idea of being left alone.
☒ I'm afraid to die-- but who (in their right mind) isn't?!
εxтяα ;; εxтяα ;; тнis נ υ s т ιи !!XXXXX
ℓιттℓє тнιηgѕ ::
I have no birthmarks, and only ear piercings, but I have six tattoos. I got this one when I was thirteen, as a birthday gift, and it's on my upper-left shoulder, and my second tattoo was this one, on the back of my right calf-- that one was a dare when I was fifteen... Oh! I got this one on the top of my left foot when I was seventeen. That still leaves three, right? So when I was eighteen, as a grad gift, my mother got me this one on my chest plate, and later that year I got this one on my own, around my neck like a choker... that hurt. And my most recent one is this one, which goes up my right side. It hurt like a b***h though! Doesn't mean I'm not interested in more... I just need to find room.
ℓιттℓє gιƒтѕ ::
✙ I'm an amazing archer; unrivaled, except by maybe Artemis' hunters.
✙ Sometimes get flashes of prophecy (not very often) but with the blessing of Apollo I can see a few seconds into the future in a fight or tight situation.
✙ Bright lights don't really affect me, and I do not get sun burnt. Also, I can tell the time without a watch or sundial, just by looking at the position of the sun. I can control light, to some extent (making bright flashes, temporarily blinding people, etc.)
✙ I am a human lie detector - with Father as the god of Truth, it is impossible to lie directly to me. Lying around me is possible, and twisting your words is possible; but telling me the pen is red when it is in fact blue is not going to work, and I will know.
✙ I have the ability to heal others, but at a lesser extent than Father. I am a skilled medic and heal quicker than other half-bloods.
✙ I am a good musician
ℓιттℓє ∂αηgєяσυѕ ::
☣ Celestial Bronze Crossbow
☣ Baseball Bat
☣ What's on Hand
ℓιттℓє яαιηвσωѕ ::
❶ #40005c
❷ #6b6b6b
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ℓιттℓє єχтяαѕ ::
➽ I am a huge Taemin fan!
➽ Even though I'm 21, I've only been in one relationship!
