Rp Example: Rika peered into the room. Was that... was that a stage? She took a few cautious steps before rushing in, unable to wait any longer. The room appeared to be geared toward performances, with twenty or so rows of fuchsia and black seats and a long stage in the front. A piano sat in the corner and there appeared to be... a trapdoor? She walked over to find what lay within.
How do eyes work? -______-________-_______-___________-______-________-_____- Name:Rika [last name to be added] Cis Female S.O: Who knows tbh Romantic Orientation:^same Age: 15 Birthday: November 16 SHSL: Clarinetist Height: 4 feet 11 inches AND THREE QUARTERS. Never deny a short person their three quarters. Weight: 92 lbs Personality/Interests: She's generally rather introverted, and has a personality not unlike that of Squidward(demanding, obssesive, and a huge grump) which, combined with the clarinet playing, did not make school much fun for her. She considers her clarinet of higher value than most people(don't we all?) and has referred to it by such names as: My Precious Baby, Her Imperial Highness, and The Master. When faced with a difficult situation or choice, Rika tries to think it out, and cannot abide procrastination or hypocrisy. Also she writes composer fanfic in her free time. Bad composer fanfic. Family/Backstory: Rika had a rather isolated childhood, with her overprotective(but well-intentioned) parents rarely letting her out of their range of vision. Despite(or perhaps because of) this, they spoiled her, buying her nearly everything she asked for. She was seven when she received her first clarinet, and she fell in love instantly. Since then, she's practiced daily, even going so far to forsake food for "the pursuit of perfection." After a brief(and disastrous) stint in the school band, she knew she had to find someplace different. Someplace... better. When the letter came, no one and nothing could stop her. Appearance: Long black hair going down to the middle of her back with bangs as long as they can be without getting caught in her probably-too-large glasses; some freckles; scowls too much; simple silver necklace; generally wears dresses in black, white, and gray(often concert dresses such as in the pic) with oddly glittery shoes all of my regrets in life are miniscule in comparison to this phrase
