Mikomi Nai

[Mikomi Nai]

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Mikomi Nai

17 • Female • Human • Straight • Custom

Diamond in the Rough

And I just can't get enough

Mikomi has a way with standing slightly out. She’s not perfect, but again very close. She always seems to have that innocent yet mischievous look in her eyes. She can have very naughty facial expressions time to time, and then kind and innocent. It depends on who you are and what you’ve done. Her face is normally blank with attentive eyes eager to please or take action. She normally stands with either her hands over her chest or on her hips. She doesn’t like to stand in one spot too long so sometimes to twitches positions often.

She isn’t very tall but not too incredibly short. She stands at an even 5’1”. She’s not very heavy weighing in at only one hundred and two pounds. Puberty was rather nice to Mikomi, and she’s very thankful. She has a very slim waist with curves to die for. She was a good size chest which she sometimes likes to show off with low cut shirts. She had long arms and legs that are graceful and much like water in movements. She has a good size head that’s places on a slim neck. She has a rather nice ‘round’ butt that doesn’t bump against everything, but it’s there. Her legs are long, slender, and smooth. Practically irresistible. Her feet are small and dainty looking quite nice in a good pair of shoes.

Her face is a round with a slightly pointed chin. She has rosy pink, full lips, which are plump. The lower lip is slightly larger than the top, and both are very supple. She looks just like her great, great, great, grandmother. She’s practically a spitting image, it’s almost scary. Her eye brows are set lower always giving her that intense look of focus. Her eyes are bright and dazzling, like precious gems themselves. They do look like rubies. Her hair is a deep chocolate almost reddish brown. The locks are long and flow with the wind. It reaches down to about her lower back/butt. The health of her hair is good. Her teeth are a nice pearly white, even if she doesn’t smile to show them off.

Mikomi is poor and can’t afford expensive things. She doesn’t have a lot of outfits but at least the clothes are decent. She prefers dark colors, her favorite color dark purple and black. She normally wears a white colored shirt with a red bow like tie around her collar. Over that is a black jacket with silver designs in it. She wears a plain black skirt that ends before her finger tips, around mid thigh. She wears black stocking that come above her knee. Her shoes are rather comfy. They are dark brown leather boots that reach lower shin that lace up.

It's All a Part of Me

And that's who I am

She has slight trust issues. She will never trust someone right off the bat. It will take more than a couple of days, sometimes years to build a normal bond. You could save her life and she’d still not trust you. One thing doesn’t define a person. She needs a rather large sum of actions to analyze and calculate if you’re trust is real, and if she should risk her own for you. It’s not that she’s shutting you out, she’s just rather picky on whom exactly she lets in.

Below her blank exterior, Mikomi might be one of the sweetest people you’ll ever meet. She’s compassionate about many things. She’s not a cold person at all. She’s very sympathetic, even if she doesn’t show it right off the bat. She’s kind and finds joy in life, when there’s something to be happy about. Don’t be quick to judge her, because, things aren’t always but they appear to be.

When Miko puts her mind to it she’s very devoted. When it comes to the people she cares about or something of her interest she doesn’t give up. Especially with music, she doesn’t like leaving work unfinished or sitting there for too long. When someone asks her to do something, and she wants to do it, she won’t stop till she thinks it’s at its best work possible. Again, it has to really have her interest or she won’t do it period.

Depending on the situation, she can be forgiving on unforgiving. She won’t forgive her parents for dumping her in a place like this. She’ll forgive you if you say you’re sorry and really mean it. There are some things that can’t be forgiven. Betraying her and her trust is something you don’t want to do, ever. Small stuff she won’t hold a grudge over, just the very big things that affect her greatly.

She does have a tendency to get jealous over little things. She won’t show it, since she doesn’t want to cause trouble. You’d think she’d like trouble, but she doesn’t since nothing good ever comes of it. If she feels that you’re a threat she will let you know, sometimes bluntly depending on what it’s on. She hasn’t had many boy episodes but messes with Amy, not knowing how she feels about the boy either. She deals with jealously by leaving and spending time alone, to deal with things in her mind.

She’s a realistic person now days. She doesn’t believe in happy endings and is iffy on true love. She’s seen what it did to her friends, and it almost afraid she’ll end up a miserable person like him. She doesn’t think childish things are fun. She knows the hard and cruel reality of it all and accepts it. She’ll give something to you straight, never lying. She’s had to tell people their families were dead, and watched the twins learn about their parent’s death. Unlike them, she didn’t have someone to take care of her. She was dumped.

Mikomi can be rebellious at times. Since she didn’t really have a family, let alone parents, when growing up, she never learned to accept authority. She only listens to those she respects or deems friends. It not that she doesn’t listen, it’s just that if she doesn’t want to do something she’s gonna make you work to do it. She doesn’t think she’s better then you, it’s just that you’ve got to prove yourself. She’s testing you. Seeing what your limit is and what she can get away with. If she has something to say, she’ll say it. Depending on the situation you may have yourself and argument.

Miko finds herself rather distant from people at times. She tries not to get too attached to something fear if it were ever to leave she’d feel pain or sadness. She acts cold to protect herself. Hurt it before it hurts you, is what she believes in. She doesn’t do it to be spiteful or for fun, but more out of habit. Being on her own for years has made her slightly aloof.

She is secretive at times too. She doesn’t let a lot of people in, just handful. She doesn’t like to let people know what she’s doing since she fears they will stop her or try to become part of it. She’s isn’t a social butterfly to begin with. She doesn’t tell a lie about it either. She will simply say, “It doesn’t involve you.” And walk away with just that. She doesn’t like it when people pry just out of curiosity. She doesn’t mind if you pry because you care for her, which doesn’t happen often anyway.

It's Time to Fly

And let's just say goodbye

Like any other person of the slums, Mikomi was born into a house of nothing. She was loved beyond belief, at least for the short time in the beginning of her life. Her mother was a beautiful woman with good health and a warm smile. Child birth was no problem for her, and all went well. Her father was a strong man, and was slightly upset that his first child wouldn’t be a boy to keep the family line going. But that didn’t stop him from loving Mikomi and making her, ‘Daddy’s little girl.’ Whatever she wanted she got as much as they could give. The most unneeded of things would be provided if her heart desired it if they could afford it. Her room always had fresh flowers in it; this is how Mikomi came to love the rose. When her mother couldn’t spend time Mikomi, her grandmother would. She was an old caring woman, who put Mikomi in front of everything else, unlike her parents. She raised Mikomi like she had raised her mother. Her parents did spend time with her, just not as much as Mikomi would’ve liked. They talked to her and asked about things. They even hired a teacher to start teaching her things earlier.

Mikomi naturally progressed with ease, learning everything quickly. It was discovered that Mikomi had photographic memory, and her parents beyond amazed. It was thanks to that trait that her parents began to spend more time with her. But it also meant spending more time trying to improve her rather than spend normal family time with her. They hired more and more teachers, hoping to speed learning processes faster. Mikomi was an unnaturally calm baby, who rarely cried. She didn’t show many expressions around the teachers but to her grandma and parents she was a very alive baby. She laughed and loved with all her heart. She was a smaller version of herself today, and less developed. She was a totally different person back then.

Around the age of two, Miko’s mother was pregnant once more. This time it was confirmed a boy. Her father was beyond happy for he’d finally have an heir for the poor family. Once again her family, aside from her grandmother, began to slowly pay less attention to her. They were more worried about the baby boy on his way. Mikomi couldn’t wait for a little brother either. She had seen the other kids in the neighborhood with siblings. They seemed to get along quite well, so Mikomi couldn’t wait for a brother of her own. She helped as best she could, even if it wasn’t much. She’d help her grandmother sew clothes, or pretend to. She was, however, a loud to knit, and so she knit. They were horrible but Miko was too young and naïve to tell the difference. In her eyes, they were perfect.

At the age of two and a half, a miracle happened for Miko’s family. When the Baby boy was born, the poor household was ecstatic. He was a beautiful baby boy with dark brown hair and ruby red eyes brighter then hers. Miko loved him from the start. Finally she had a little brother too. When the baby was finally born it was then that Miko started spending more and more time alone. It was as if her parents were slowly forgetting she even existed. Miko didn’t take it to her heart, she was too young to understand and it therefore didn’t bother her. She would simply play with her grandmother. Her grandmother always had time for her, even when helping with her baby brother. Miko would often hold her little brother and feed him. Even if her parents didn’t spend a lot of time with her, she now would have her baby brother.

However as the baby grew, it was weak and frail. He was sick often and rarely got to see the light of day. He thought and worked like a normal human. He would never surpass Mikomi even if he tried day and night. Mikomi was always there for him, caring for him when both their parents and grandma couldn’t. He was her best friend, and she was his. As the months passed, her brother only got weaker and weaker. He was dying. The doctors didn’t know what was wrong with him. They ran plenty of tests and still nothing. There weren’t any diseases that ran in the family either. It was a complete mystery that was slowly killing the family all together. Her parents didn’t know who to blame, so they blamed themselves. When Mikomi was about 3 and a half, her brother finally took his last breath. The family mourned for days. The funeral was beautiful in her eyes even if it wasn’t much. She still remembers it brilliantly. How her parents couldn’t look at her after his death. Slowly she stopped seeing them period, only time to time around the household. It was still her grandma who cared for her.

After her brother’s death, she spent more of her time in his room. She’s play with toys that they both loved to play with. More times than not, she was caught talking to herself as though he was still there. Her grandmother got into a huge argument with her parents about Mikomi. She was mad that they weren’t spending time with her. It was when they walked in on her ‘talking’ to her brother that they finally paid any sort of attention on her. By attention they brought in the psychological expert who ran many tests on her or the best ones they could afford. Her parents thought Mikomi was insane. When Mikomi was deemed sane and mind working properly, again her parents started to drift.

When Mikomi was 4, she was broken the news about her parents. Unlike the other stories of the kids, her parents weren’t dead. No, they were alive and kicking. Instead they had abandoned her. They had moved out of Vale city and to some other city, the name escaped her mind. It was just Mikomi and her grandmother now. It wasn’t too hard, seeing as her parents weren’t there much to begin with anyway. But, her grandmother was getting older and older by the day. She was limited on the things she could do. Mikomi started spending more time alone, more than ever before. She self taught herself how to play the piano, by playing on her parents old rickety one. And like the piano, she slowly started the violin, which took much longer to get the feel of. She’d often sing under her breath making up tunes and what not to the music she had composed.

Mikomi’s second encounter with the feeling of death came the night was with a friend. She was there the night the friend’s parents died. Mikomi was only six at the time. Even though they weren’t her parents, she was greatly saddened by it too. Sure, she wasn’t as sad as the children, but she felt a loss as well. It was kind of strange since she hadn’t really known the family very well, but only met them a few times at school and such. From what she could tell they were nice. And the thought of parents dyeing sounded better than her parents abandoning her. To Mikomi, her parents were dead, at least to her anyway. If the left her here without even telling her, then they had no right to be considered living.

As the two twin classmates and Mikomi grew up, there started to become a small rift between Ashley and Mikomi. Ashley was Mikomi’s friend from school. Mikomi didn’t hate Ashley, far from it. Mikomi actually liked Ashley as a friend, but something in her mind told her to not admit it. Maybe it was Pride. Mikomi only didn’t like the fact that Ashley had a brother. Well, a living brother. Mikomi didn’t think of Arthur as her own little brother, or brother in general. He’s too different from her, and quite frankly, no one could replace her little brother. Mikomi wasn’t a dumb person either, she could notice Ashley’s crush on a boy named Jacob, along with every other girl who looked at him. Mikomi didn’t really see what was so special about him. He looked rather cocky in her eyes. It was no secret that the boy was fond a Miko, though she didn’t return the feelings. With that knowledge, Mikomi didn’t know whether to use it for Ashley, or… against her.

Mikomi didn’t really have a person she liked, since she’d spent so much time alone. Things she’d observed were from a distance when she was walking about idly. She hadn’t spent any time with anyone, or at least personal time. She’d mingled with people only at parties when her grandma forced her to go. Even then she kept her distance. When Mikomi was 13, her grandmother died. That was the most nerve wrecking experience of her life. Mikomi didn’t talk for a week. Her grandmother had been her everything, the one person she trusted the most, the one person who knew her. And now she was gone. Mikomi now spent all her time alone, not wishing to grow attached to someone. Scared they’d abandon her or die.

Mikomi sold all of her parent’s belongings for money. She sold some of her grandmother’s items however kept the most valuable of objects with her. With the money she sold the home that was too large for just her and moved into a much smaller one. She had money to spare and only bought the most needed of items which wasn’t much. She didn’t have much to wear but she wasn’t dirt poor. She was a smart girl and knew that managing her money was the key to living. She bought some new clothes but nothing fancy of any sort. Most of the money was spent on food. Soon she was off looking for a job. It was hard for her though. Everywhere she went they either didn’t have a spot or she wasn’t old enough. Finally she struck a deal with a man. She could work for him if she lied about her age. Why did she have to lie- she’d learn soon enough.

She took the job as a simple entertainer. She played things on the piano as they soon found out she was a musical genius. Her voice was lovely and the bar drew attention because of it. Mikomi started making more and more money where she could afford more. She bought decent clothing and most of all new sheet music. Even when she wasn’t working she spent most of her time at the bar due to its grand piano. She made money off of doing something she loved easily. She didn’t play huge things just soft tunes that took the crowds breathe away easily. As the money came in the owner became bolder. She now had wear outfits picked out by him during the evening when the mature crowd came in. Mikomi tried not to complain because she needed the job. She mused that she was only wearing it and nothing more. However, the owners requests started to change. She now had to change her music into things more provocative for the older audience. This was proving difficult.

Finally the owner made the request that struck Mikomi. She had to offer herself with customers? Miko was appalled and refused however he had a contract with her and it stated she was eighteen and was bound to a five year contract by law. She couldn’t escape it. There was a fee for early termination but it was all of her money and maybe even more. She couldn’t afford it. She made a few things clear however which the owner didn’t mind. She wouldn’t give herself up until she felt she could, which in her mind was never. However, beyond that she couldn’t control it. She was to do the every whim her customer ordered. It ate Miko apart but she couldn’t stop her music and she couldn’t afford the legal repercussions behind the contract; she was stuck and there wasn’t anything she could do. The owner was pleased and started letting her take home some of her own tips which should have been given to her anyway. She tried to earn more money by serving at the bar and the owner aloud it but again she was to wear what he gave her. Miko was glad you had to be older to enter so no one she knew could see her.

Miko was glad she was smart and got to graduate school two years early. She could now work so she could get enough money. The deals started to change and customers were allowed to ask for more but Miko still kept her small piece of innocence she had left. Customers could now take her out as though on dates. She felt pathetic and wondered how men like this came to be. When it came to her nightly duties in the upper rooms they were anything but gentle. Miko was sick of herself and found herself disgusting. She often cried herself to sleep trying to dull the pain. She blamed her parents for all that had happened to her. It was their fault for leaving her to fend for herself. Miko was scared that eventually the owner would twist the deal where she’d have to stay there more than 5 years. She was determined to up enough money to get out. She cut back on buying songs and eventually the audience started to complain. The owner became angry and Miko knew it could never be a good thing.

Her nightly duties were almost doubled. There were certain times where she had to fight to keep the last of her innocence safe. She was becoming tired of it all but she knew she couldn’t give up. She tried to escape it by going out and hanging with the wrong crowds and just drinking her troubles away just like that. She didn’t get into hardcore drugs but only into smoking weed cause it relieved the stress. She had to be careful not to be buzzed or high when on the job or her virginity could be a stake. She hadn’t lost it yet even at her tender age which she shouldn’t be involved in the acts she already was. She kept a diary since day one of her grandmother’s death. It’s hidden under the floor board under a rug. It keeps every detail of her day in it if she ever needed proof for something. The contract copy is also in it just in case along with various photos of her life.

She met a blonde haired boy during one of her outing. His name was Asher, and Mikomi instantly fell in love with him. It was odd, as though the two had met before, in a different time. Miko often brought him to parties so she had someone to watch over her. They became very close, Mikomi spending most of her free time with him in the end. His parents, however, did not approve of Mikomi because of her low living status. Ash was sent off to school in a different city. The school wasn’t year round, so Mikomi hung to that small fragment of hope to see him again, and soon. However, as of late she slowly became more and more emotionless and lonely. Ash had been an escape from the hell she endured nightly. She hadn’t seen him in what seemed like years, though she knew it was only months. School didn’t end for a couple more months and Mikomi is growing restless by the day. She knows she’s bound to slip up somewhere, but she knows she’ll be free of her wretched job before he comes back.

Your Voice is so Soft

Speak up so they can know you

A tired groan left the lips of the chocolate haired girl. Ruby orbs squinted against the brilliant glow seeping through the blinds. She rolled over to her side to try to distance herself from the light but her attempts were futile. She let her arm hang lazily over the side of the bed where her fingers searched for any random object. Mikomi smiled in triumph as her nimble fingers grasped a random shoe that was under her bed. In a quick turn she rolled over and launched the shoe toward the shades in hopes they’d close like they always did. However, maybe she was still a little too buzzed to aim correctly. She ended up knocking over the plant in the corner of the room which shattered into so many pieces Mikomi doubted she’d be able to get the mess completely clean. She didn’t know how the hell it happened but somehow the pieces reached the window and with a loud snap the blinds shot open letting the entire sun to greet her.

Mikomi growled in frustration and her hand shot for a pillow to cover her face however the quick motion jerked her backwards and with a squeak of surprise she crashed to the floor. She laid there a good minute before rolling over on her hand knees and sitting up. After blinking a few times and finally getting her vision to focus she rubbed her eyes. With a huff she stood up on thin wobbly legs like a baby learning to walk for the first time. Mikomi cursed herself so being dumb and going to that party the night before. However, she had to admit it was fun seeing as everyone basically knew her and how she was a party animal. It was always a good thing when she woke up there wasn’t anyone else in bed with her. She sighed, she needed to ease up the partying or she’d lose what she’s been keeping safe for years.

Finally she willed her body to the bathroom where she started the water. Steam quickly filled the room and she stripped herself of clothing and wiped the mirror of the water that clung to it. She looked at her bare body in disgust. It wasn’t even her body anymore. She was forced to sell herself about. No! Her hand gripped the rim of the sink in a deathly grip. She still had her body and it was hers! She examined her body and with relief she had escaped the work week bruise free. Her head was pounding and she groaned when she looked at the clock. She’d practically slept her day away. Was it already past twelve? With a huff she tore her gaze away from her less then flawless skin and made her way to the shower. Her eyes slipped shut and the warm water kissed and massaged her skin with gentleness, the only gentle thing she knew.

She tried not to spend all of her time in the shower and waste anymore of her day. With much reluctance she turned the water off and stepped out wrapping her small form in a towel and walking into the main room. It was her free day and she felt good so why not wear some of her more attractive clothes? Sure, they weren’t designer but it was better than the majority of her closet. She dried her hair with another towel and proceeded to step out her window and onto the old balcony. She ignored the strange looks and catcalls she always got when she was only in a towel and closed her eyes. It was nice out. It wasn’t too cold and it wasn’t too hot. It was just turning fall and sadly she had to say goodbye to her lovely summer. She envisioned herself somewhere beautiful where the sky was endless and there wasn’t an ugly building in site. She slowly opened her eyes and was met with the ugly site of rundown buildings. She grimaced at the site and glared at the people who were still looking. With a sigh she turned and walked back into the room which she called home.

She walked over to her small closet and dug around looking for a certain dress. Finally she pulled it out and smiled. She placed simple black lace panties and a matching strapless bra on before placing the dress on. She looked at the full body mirror with acceptance. She nodded at her reflection and for one she didn’t mind what she saw. The dress was beautiful and purple in color. There was a slightly black frilly underneath. The dress looked expensive but it wasn’t. It was a ‘fake’ actually. It looked like it could be extremely expensive and designer but it wasn’t. It was a pretty damn close copy in her opinion and less than a fourth of the cost. She had only worn the dress on one occasion before on a work date for a ‘high paying customer’ of so said her boss. She shook her head. This was her day and she wasn’t going to let work get in the way.

She grabbed simple black heels which had slight frill to them and a black ribbon. At most it gave her two inches which in her mind she was still extremely short. She placed them on and looked once more in the mirror. All that was left was to put on the accessories. She wore a simple black and white pearl like beaded necklace with a matching anklet. Around her wrist were a simple set of bangles that matches her necklace and anklet. She didn’t put anything in her hair and let the dark dresses fall around her. Her outfit seemed expensive but in all reality it wasn’t. It wasn’t dirt cheap but it wasn’t so expensive that she’s turn away from it. Mikomi was extremely with the outfit she had been able to throw together. Again she danced before the body mirror. She mused if she could dress like this all the time. She felt beautiful and it made her happy. She glanced at the clock and cursed again. Damn, past one.

She snatched the black small purse clutched in her hand before walking out the house. She did however remember to lock every lock that kept her house safe. How many? 5 in total- she was convinced that was enough to keep someone out. When she made it onto the main road out of the slums she began to walk fast. Mikomi kept her gaze out in front of her and refused to listen to the dirty comments some of the people were making. She was getting slightly nervous. Dressing attractively was nice but it attracted a lot of unwanted attention and gazes. It felt like she had been holding her breath the hold time even as she walked as fast as she could without looking like she was running form someone. She tried to extend her stride enough to cover more distance. One might say she was over reacting but you had to live in the slums to understand it. It was a whole other world.

Finally her paced returned to normal as she reached the Metropolis Square. Mikomi didn’t feel so over dressed when she stepped into the square. There were a majority of people dressed more beautifully then herself. It didn’t faze her however as she was quite used to looking like something you pulled out of a basement closet. Here she didn’t catch so many eyes on her, on a few but none who bothered her. She closed her eyes once more letting the sun kiss her skin. Finally she wiggled her way through the crowd and sat on the bench. The sound of running water from the fountain in front of her soothed her. She stared into the depths and made out the blurry figures of coins. Her attention was caught as she watched a young boy run up to the side and toss a coin in before telling his wish softly out loud. Mikomi laughed softly with soft ruby eyes watching. Finally the boy turned noticing her watching him and left but not before giving her a toothy grin.

A melodic laugh left her lips and she turned to her own wallet pulling out a coin. She grasped the small piece of metal in her hands till it was warm. Her eyes slipped shut as though she was concentrating all of her wish into the coin. Finally ruby eyes opened as she let the coin go with the flick of her wrist into the water depths whispering softly to herself, “I wish for my freedom.” Mikomi stared in awe for a moment. Sure she doubted it would work but it made her feel better. Well, actually, today was her day her only day of freedom from her 6 days of slave work. How could she enjoy the music when she had to do so much more with it? Again she shook her head and let her brown locks flow with the small breeze. Today was her day and there wasn’t a soul out there who could ruin it.

Peel the Mask Off

Just who are you anyway?

RPr name: Nara~
age: I can drive? 8D
you got something to share: hugs? :3
where you found our site: pshhhh I dunno
other charaters: Kaze DeLuna
anything else: nope !

thanks to kae for this amazing template
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[Nara]