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personality
The person that anyone would initially meet in Mikine is someone that would come off as a quiet, distant dreamer of a girl that lives in her own world; almost melancholic state as she watches things around her. Albeit, she's not entirely disconnected from the world as much as she's just timid and would rather stand back than get too heavily involved in the world around her. A world that she only knows that leaves her unnoticed or ignored. Despite it all, she's still a sweet and caring person. She doesn't shy from conversation or people ever. In fact, she more often than not will approach someone that looks troubled to make sure they're okay and to help them above herself. [break][break]
As someone gets to know her though, they'll get to see her brighten up, loving to joke around and hang out. She is always thankful to those that come into her life and intends to show that in whatever way she catches they prefer. With this, though, she's desperate to keep these people around, so used to them walking out on her and she craving attention from those she cares about, building off her insecurities that she's not good enough to be kept. She doesn't seek out praise as much as she just wants some positive human contact that is more constant in life. She's, however, learning to slowly work around this as she knows it's not a healthy state of mind nor healthy for her relationships. She is ultimately forgiving of those that have hurt her that made her this way, she's not one for many grudges, but instead rather be compassionate. [break][break]
But the few times she is angry, it's unexpected. And it's rather ugly from her normal demeanor. While not physically violent, she's one with sharper words for those that hurt her loved ones. Or those that go about and do reckless things to those that never agreed to be involved, she especially has a few choice words about. She has a tendency to go with things like "What if that was you, how would you feel, what about friends or family, you could have died and left them all behind and that's so fucking selfish of you." A sign of her being truly angry is the fact she loses her filter and curses, digging at you to try and bring out some remorse for your actions. She doesn't have mercy for anyone that is so reckless to other's emotions or well-being. But in most cases for herself, she learns to ignore such things and avoids the conflict until it comes to her job as a racer. [break][break]
physical
Height: 5’5” [break]
Weight: 118 lbs. [break]
Ethnicity: Japanese [break]
Style: Simple Cute[break]
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Tattoos: Black line work and usually tiny pieces[break]
- Moon, star, and heart shaped saturn on inner left wrist, no bigger than an inch by inch spot
- Lotus shaped flower on her right inner ankle
- Small smattering of “stars and stardust” below her outer right clavicle
- Rose and stem on her left hip bone, just below the point of her hip
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Piercings: Typically wearing gold, silver, and rose gold. Likes smaller, dainty pieces, and often dangly.[break]
- Right Ear: Two lobe, upper helix
- Left Ear: Two lobe, upper helix, tragus
- Body: Belly button piercing
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history
[tw: suicide mentioned] [break][break]
The Shimizu family was those who strived for everything they had. They weren’t at the top of the food chain, but the parents were a business pair to reckon with in Itōchū Shōji Kabushiki-gaisha (known as Itochu today in English). In some part, this came due to their cut-throat and manipulative natures to cut trade deals. They worked around the clock, striving for only the best results only, and with their first child, they did the very same to achieve their perfect prodigal child. Mikine was not this child. She was born a few years after her older sibling, in a family that was already on its own path of preference without her. Her parents wouldn’t let a second child be in their way, as she was soon given to the hands of a nanny the moment they were allowed. They only nurtured her when they had to. They would rather nurture their first child that was already under their thumb, primed for their lifestyle. For them, it was easier to pretend their second child was never there. [break][break]
Miki grew used to that dismissive behavior of her parents. It was just the norm for her. But how they treated her sibling in comparison to her wasn’t unnoticed. The favoritism wasn’t hidden from her and often was thrown in front of her that her older sibling was their actual focus. She was a mere ghost in her own life as a child and this neglect of her parents caused her to be socially inept for much of her early life. Nannies came and went, only her sibling took notice of her and treated her as something living in their quiet home away from everything that was normal for others. They were one of her only friends at this time and her only mentor at her young age. [break][break]
From then she learned that maybe there is a chance she could be noticed if she proved to be the best in something… Anything really. And when she was placed into school finally, well, she took well to it. She excelled in so much, though much of what her starting classes offered she had learned naturally on her own with so very little to do otherwise in her home, her parents always handing her a book to read instead of bothering them. She was used to this way of life. She wasn’t meant to be the star in her family’s eyes. They weren’t going to share with her the same luxury that her sibling was allowed. And with the changing hands of nannies consistently, whether or not that was because their parents didn’t want them growing attached to someone they’ll eventually have stopped taking care of them once they were of age or some level of dissatisfaction in the hand they had in their first child’s life. But regardless, it left in Miki having almost no touch with a consistent person that was meant to keep touch in her life. Only her sibling was close to her. [break][break]
In school, among her peers, she was extremely shy and backward. Almost borderline selective mute despite her shining brilliance. Her timidness lost her any praise her parents could muster for her because she may be talented in learning, but this child would have to become sociable to impress them any. Something she didn’t know how to cope with due to the lack of social time she had ever had. She only spoke when she had to and it was always in a tiny voice that many were sure had to be a whisper, not the full breadth of a child who should have been delighted with life at this point. [break][break]
And with her timidness came the same attitude from her peers. She was smart, but because she was shy she was no threat. She was nothing to try and gain as a friend. Teachers only paid her enough mind as a student, but she didn’t seem to go out of her way to get close with them, probably in fear of being pushed away. There were a student or two that would decide to dig into her life, keep her as a friend, but for one reason or another, they always had to leave. They always left or ignored her for something else. There was nothing else for her… [break][break]
Even as she grew, she eventually found her confidence and was able to speak for herself properly, there were those that stuck to their distance from her and she still didn’t really go out of her way to seek anyone out. But regardless, she worked hard on her schooling. She continued to just dabble about things, trying to find her skills, build them, find her hobbies and make them passions. She was going to prove to someone, anyone she was worth something. And by her high school years, she was catching occasional eyes for one part of her or another, but they were people that were looking to use her kindness and brains, thus still only being more temporal than even her parents. Still, she tried. She tried so hard. She was desperate to just impress someone enough that they stay a part of her life in some means. [break][break]
The time she discovered her hidden love for the purr of an engine rushing down the highway was the time she was given her sibling’s hand me down Nissan Fairlady Z31 and someone at a stoplight revved her way. Her family was well enough to afford high-end cars, and she, in particular, was sitting on a sports car her parents replaced for them a few years later, almost a subtle brag of their first child’s achievements to earn their things. But in the moments of tearing away at the light on pure impulse flooded her system with a rush she longed for. A rush that drowned out her loneliness and she could forget the ghost of a person she was in her own family, even if she was losing because she wasn’t experienced. She found herself craving and eventually going for more races on the street. Ones that got her money. Money that she immediately took to put in her car while in dive-like shops. She often studied while they worked, telling her sibling or anyone who cared that she was just in a library somewhere and she was safe. [break][break]
She kept her identity a secret in the circles she ran with a helmet and black visor, and later once she had gained a friend or two in it all she let them speak on her behalf, knowing if anyone found out who she was and where she came from that it would kill her. It would ruin her family’s stance in their company. She would become a worse disgrace than what she currently was to them. No one could know. Not even her sibling. She did her best to hide it. But even the best-kept secrets always get found out. Only that her sibling found out because she was found on her way home from a race when she was supposedly studying. [break][break]
“What the hell do you need a helmet for a drive to the library, huh?” She had no excuse. There was none. “... Please don’t tell mom and dad…” “Why shouldn’t I?!” “Because… They hate me enough as it is. If they don’t find out, then they can keep pretending I don’t exist, even when I move out.” [break][break]
“They don’t hate you, Mi-” “You don’t see what I do. They have always favored you! That’s okay. I accept that after this many years. Just… Let me live my life? I promise I won’t risk their jobs or your standing either.” She felt the biting of tears and the choking of a sob in her words that silenced her sibling. [break][break]
“Fine… But that means I can’t be involved with you anymore if you want to keep racing on the streets, right?” “That’s… Fine. It’s fine.” [break][break]
She couldn’t hide the harsh sobbing from them as she watched them walk from her instead of comfort. This was fine. This was fine. She was the imperfect one among those that lived for perfection. Even the sibling she thought loved her didn’t. That was fine. They deserved a better sibling. A little sister that didn’t use the rush of something so dangerous and illegal to outrun her crushing loneliness. To the sad self-doubts that race through her mind even though her grades were above average and she planned to go to college after. She wasn’t the Shimizu they wanted let alone needed. [break][break]
And that was proven in the months leading to her graduation from high school. The scare of an accident happened, luckily not while she was racing and she was mostly unscathed as for the other people, a swap of paint on their vehicles being the only damage. But in that accident, the police had informed her family that she wasn’t in a vehicle that wasn’t street legal due to the aftermarket products she put into her car to improve its performance. Her father especially was enraged over finding out she had been doing this to her car, at first thinking she was taking the money from the family until her sibling told them it was because she was earning money in races. But that information seemed to take the thing from bad to worse as it sent her father into a fit that had a crystal bottle of bordeaux tossed her way, shattering over her while her mother moved to pack her things up to get her out. [break][break]
She had to replace all the parts in her car for stock parts before she was allowed to drive it again, while also taking care of the fines and insurance costs. There were a few days where she had been living out of her car, occasionally staying with her friends that still stuck with her. But the stress, fear, and sadness in her heart that she had carried for so long, well, it was beginning to take hold of her. She had made this walk to the station many times to get to her little jobs to survive. She’d stared at the rails almost in a lulled state, but something always seemed to drive her away from the edge. But today felt different. She didn’t know why, but that day seemed to not be able to stop her… [break][break]
Until she arrived to go to the familiar edge and saw someone in the very spot, staring out with his unkempt head of hair. Not noticing her until she was wrapping around him in a hug, even though he was nothing more than a stranger to her, and begged of him, “Please, don’t. Don’t do it… I’ll listen to whatever is wrong.” Little she knew that she was saved and had saved him when he muttered something about this being stupid and having turned away from the edge. She didn’t even realize the boy she met that day was to become her best friend the more they kept bumping into each other. [break][break]
Eventually, she found some sort of strength to get into college after getting back into racing for more money and found somewhere better than her car to live out of. As she strived to make way into the sciences, namely astronomy involving stellar observation and astrophysics, doing well in her classes, her family started to try and reconnect with her a couple of years later. After all, she finally stopped racing on the streets to them when she left and learned a lesson in her homelessness, even though they don’t know she had gotten back in it with the tuned up Nissan R32 Skyline she swapped out for. She has no plans of going back to the home of those that were so glad to be rid of her, not when she knows she is worthless to them. [break][break]
