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[Character Info]

URL: hiraiichihaa Character/s Name/s: Hirai Ichiha My muse/s follow: Manga / Anime / Film / Novels / Mixture of all the above / An Alternate Universe/Ending Links to pages: About / Rules

[Mun Info]

Name/Alias: Desiree Gender: Female Preferred Pronouns: She/Her I am over 18: Yes / No How long have you been RPing in general?: Four years in general. Not as long here. How long have you been RPing this muse/your muses?: Eheh.. About two weeks. But it’s my own character so whatever. Why did you start RPing this muse/your muses?:

I love K, and I wanted to create a character that I could relate to and have fun using within the fandom.

[Blog Info]

Blog is: OC  This blog is a: Main  Language/s: English Blog is: Independent 

I am willing to RP (bold all that apply):

Smut / Fluff / Angst / AU / Canon / Torture / Gore / Crossovers / Other

I am NOT willing to RP (bold all that apply):

Smut / Fluff / Angst / AU / Canon / Torture / Gore / Crossovers / Other

If you chose Other, please list them here:

Rape

Activity Level:

Extremely Active / Mildly Active / Lightly Active / Semi-Hiatus / Hiatus

I am: Private / Selective / Semi-Selective / Open to some / Open to all

Writing Sample/s:

It was a cold day on the fifth of January, Hirai’s seventeenth birthday. She was sat on the outer foundation ledge of an abandoned shop. She could feel the cool cement through her jeans, stinging her thighs. At least it was dry. Much of the ground was frosted white with a thin layer of snow. It glistened in the sunlight, and she wished it would melt the frozen particles. Between her fingers was a thin cigarette, that she merely frowned at. She hated cigarettes, but they were Tadashi’s. The least she could do was smoke them for him.

Silent tears rolled down her face, and she sniffed briefly before taking a drag from the stick of tobacco. It wasn’t like he would be back to smoke them. He was really gone this time, despite how hard the fact was to comprehend. She had warned him, but he never listened to her. He just wanted to make money for them to eat. Hirai had always told him that she’d rather go hungry than have those people hurt him, and that was still the case. It had killed him this time. They had killed him. Now she was alone with nowhere to go, and a full pack of lung cancer in her hand. It was all she really owned, and it was far from useful. 

At least it didn’t seem useful. But after a man with flaming red hair and an ‘I-don’t-give-a-shit’ attitude asked her for one, things became quite interesting. 

Extra:

Skype is open to mutuals if they ask for it.