NOTE: Oshi has an accent, but I’ve put spaces in between letters that would normally be words so they can easily be counted as such.
Username:
Groenii
Name:
Oshi - comes from oshizushi, which is a style of making sushi by pressing rice into a block and putting toppings on the rice.
Gender:
female
Sexuality & Them [first person]:
Huhn? My sexuality? What’s it ta’ you? Well if ya want ta know that bad I guess I ’ll tell ya. I like gals mostly an’ others rarely, homoflexible’s what it’s called I think. If ya dun’ like that, yer ’d better shut yer mouth ‘aight? I’ve met some nasty people before an’ I decided that people like that can get a meet n greet with my fists! I dun’ easily settle with one person, there ’re many fish in ta sea ‘fter all, but I may settle down if I meet ta right one fer me. Howeva I don’ like all those Barbie gals, or anyone like that. most of my mates ’re dudes, since I've got more in common with 'em than with gals.
[126, 26 from extra]
Describe their Bedroom [third person]:
The door opens to reveal a big room with mint- and cream coloured walls. At the back a judogi with a brown belt is laid neatly out over a chair, in preparation for practice, next to an unmade bed covered in clothes and party CD’s. The walls are covered in posters of 80s films, soap-opera actors and a quote “The world is like a box of chocolates”. In front of the room, near a window, stands a desk that holds a pile of judobooks and in another corner stands a ratcage with two rats and the nameplates Forrest and Bubba plastered on it.
[103 words, 3 from extra]
Conversation [script]:
[At the mall]:
Mother [looking]: “Oshi, d’ you have a date fer the schoolparty ‘lready?”
Oshi [annoyed]: “Ma! Seriously I don' need a date fer a party. I'm fine on my own!”
Mother [relenting]: ‘Kay dear, if ye say so. But ye’ll still need clothes.
Oshi [nagging]: “aah really? C’n I not go in ma own clothes? I don' like fancy clothes, ya know that.
Mother [decisive]: “No! lookin’ good ‘s important! Ya gotta make a good impression!”
Oshi: [angry] “Argg! Why c'n ya never let me do what I want? What kind of impression do I make if I'm not me? A fake one that's what!”
Mother [angry] "Fine be stubborn"
Oshi [remorseful] "Ah I'm sorry ma, I'll wear that vest you saw 'kay?"
Mother [smiling] "Ooh yea let's get that!"
[123 words, 23 from extra]
About the Plushie [second person poem]:
You found them years ago.
In the rain you both sat, side by side.
Wet plush against wet fur.
Alone together.
Being alone is frightening, isn’t it?
Oh? Your family returned, you’re no longer alone.
But they are.
Turning back, you claim a friend.
Never to be left alone again.
[52, 2 from extra]
Hobby [third person]:
“I’ll be back!” “hahahaha go get ‘em Schwarzenegger” Oshi rejoiced.
It was Saturday night and for once she wasn’t at some party somewhere. Instead, she had opted to bring popcorn and watch some action and horror films, a hobby she has had for a long time.
[50 words]
How they show Affection [third person]:
(Melinda is my plumerian)
Oshi sees Melinda in the street
Oshi: [energetically throws paw around Melinda from behind] "Eey Gal! Long time no see, how 're ya doing?
Melinda: "HUH? Oh it's you Oshi! I’m fine. You?
Oshi: "I'm fine, I'm fine. Listen up! I heard that one dude ya spoke of is goin' ta give a concert an' lil' ol' me happened to get two tickets. Whaddya say? Wanna go?"
Melinda: "Huh really? I said it once and you remembered? Sure I'd love to go!"
[82 words, 32 from extra]
One Quirk [first person]:
Every time somethin’ bad happens in my life I go through a ritual. I’ve been compared to sushi so I make sushi that looks like me. The piece ‘ve sushi represents sad or embarrassed me. When I eat ta sushi I eat ta bad memories an' I’ll be a new me.
[51 words, 1 from extra]
Breaking Point [second person]:
You run around frantically through the mass of people, unfamiliar faces all around you.
You try to find the path home; to find someone you know.
Your fear suffocates you more and more.
“Aarg!”
With a scream you wake up, trembling heavily.
You don’t want to be alone, you don’t want to be lost
Loneliness is what you want to avoid at any cost
[64 words, 16 from extra]
Childhood [first person narrative]:
I've done many things but what really stood out was my first judo lesson.
I remember silently looking around at the children, all boys, sitting in front of me.
“Hello children, from today on a new student will join us. Say hello Oshi.”
“Hiya! Th’ name’s Oshi, nice to meet y’all!” I said.
Ma mum ’d decided that I lacked manners an' discipline so she made me join a judo club to learn that, but these boys looked like pushovers an' bratty me wasn't impressed.
“Oh a girl? Don’ worry, we won’t hurt you.” One kid said.
“Say what?!” I yelled as I pounced at him, beating him on the mat. "Jus' try saying that again ya weakling!"
“That’s enough! five laps around the dojo, both of you!” the teacher said angrily. I didn't make even two laps, but the boys never taunted me again.
[145 words, 45 from extra]
Irritation [first person poem]:
On and on it goes
It prevents you from sleeping like a log
Whether it’s an alarm or a snore
They’re all equally hard to ignore
I’d rather lie on a hard bed
Than deal with crickets after sunset
No what makes my gears grind
Is sound during the night
[50/50 words]
Goals for the Future [third person]:
Osha is a rather rough and active plumerian, but she is also kind. Her dream is to be a social worker who works with difficult children and helps them through sports such as volleyball or soccer. Through these sports, children not only get rid of excess energy, they also learn about teamwork and friendship, both things Oshi cherishes.
[58 words, 8 from extra]
Extra #1: [written only, 150 word limit]
[26 to sexuality & them
23 to conversation
2 to plushie
32 to how they show affection
1 to quirk
3 to room
45 to childhood
8 to goals]
[143 words]
Extra #2: [1 art piece]

(By Quill.)
Username:
Groenii
Name:
Oshi - comes from oshizushi, which is a style of making sushi by pressing rice into a block and putting toppings on the rice.
Gender:
female
Sexuality & Them [first person]:
Huhn? My sexuality? What’s it ta’ you? Well if ya want ta know that bad I guess I ’ll tell ya. I like gals mostly an’ others rarely, homoflexible’s what it’s called I think. If ya dun’ like that, yer ’d better shut yer mouth ‘aight? I’ve met some nasty people before an’ I decided that people like that can get a meet n greet with my fists! I dun’ easily settle with one person, there ’re many fish in ta sea ‘fter all, but I may settle down if I meet ta right one fer me. Howeva I don’ like all those Barbie gals, or anyone like that. most of my mates ’re dudes, since I've got more in common with 'em than with gals.
[126, 26 from extra]
Describe their Bedroom [third person]:
The door opens to reveal a big room with mint- and cream coloured walls. At the back a judogi with a brown belt is laid neatly out over a chair, in preparation for practice, next to an unmade bed covered in clothes and party CD’s. The walls are covered in posters of 80s films, soap-opera actors and a quote “The world is like a box of chocolates”. In front of the room, near a window, stands a desk that holds a pile of judobooks and in another corner stands a ratcage with two rats and the nameplates Forrest and Bubba plastered on it.
[103 words, 3 from extra]
Conversation [script]:
[At the mall]:
Mother [looking]: “Oshi, d’ you have a date fer the schoolparty ‘lready?”
Oshi [annoyed]: “Ma! Seriously I don' need a date fer a party. I'm fine on my own!”
Mother [relenting]: ‘Kay dear, if ye say so. But ye’ll still need clothes.
Oshi [nagging]: “aah really? C’n I not go in ma own clothes? I don' like fancy clothes, ya know that.
Mother [decisive]: “No! lookin’ good ‘s important! Ya gotta make a good impression!”
Oshi: [angry] “Argg! Why c'n ya never let me do what I want? What kind of impression do I make if I'm not me? A fake one that's what!”
Mother [angry] "Fine be stubborn"
Oshi [remorseful] "Ah I'm sorry ma, I'll wear that vest you saw 'kay?"
Mother [smiling] "Ooh yea let's get that!"
[123 words, 23 from extra]
About the Plushie [second person poem]:
You found them years ago.
In the rain you both sat, side by side.
Wet plush against wet fur.
Alone together.
Being alone is frightening, isn’t it?
Oh? Your family returned, you’re no longer alone.
But they are.
Turning back, you claim a friend.
Never to be left alone again.
[52, 2 from extra]
Hobby [third person]:
“I’ll be back!” “hahahaha go get ‘em Schwarzenegger” Oshi rejoiced.
It was Saturday night and for once she wasn’t at some party somewhere. Instead, she had opted to bring popcorn and watch some action and horror films, a hobby she has had for a long time.
[50 words]
How they show Affection [third person]:
(Melinda is my plumerian)
Oshi sees Melinda in the street
Oshi: [energetically throws paw around Melinda from behind] "Eey Gal! Long time no see, how 're ya doing?
Melinda: "HUH? Oh it's you Oshi! I’m fine. You?
Oshi: "I'm fine, I'm fine. Listen up! I heard that one dude ya spoke of is goin' ta give a concert an' lil' ol' me happened to get two tickets. Whaddya say? Wanna go?"
Melinda: "Huh really? I said it once and you remembered? Sure I'd love to go!"
[82 words, 32 from extra]
One Quirk [first person]:
Every time somethin’ bad happens in my life I go through a ritual. I’ve been compared to sushi so I make sushi that looks like me. The piece ‘ve sushi represents sad or embarrassed me. When I eat ta sushi I eat ta bad memories an' I’ll be a new me.
[51 words, 1 from extra]
Breaking Point [second person]:
You run around frantically through the mass of people, unfamiliar faces all around you.
You try to find the path home; to find someone you know.
Your fear suffocates you more and more.
“Aarg!”
With a scream you wake up, trembling heavily.
You don’t want to be alone, you don’t want to be lost
Loneliness is what you want to avoid at any cost
[64 words, 16 from extra]
Childhood [first person narrative]:
I've done many things but what really stood out was my first judo lesson.
I remember silently looking around at the children, all boys, sitting in front of me.
“Hello children, from today on a new student will join us. Say hello Oshi.”
“Hiya! Th’ name’s Oshi, nice to meet y’all!” I said.
Ma mum ’d decided that I lacked manners an' discipline so she made me join a judo club to learn that, but these boys looked like pushovers an' bratty me wasn't impressed.
“Oh a girl? Don’ worry, we won’t hurt you.” One kid said.
“Say what?!” I yelled as I pounced at him, beating him on the mat. "Jus' try saying that again ya weakling!"
“That’s enough! five laps around the dojo, both of you!” the teacher said angrily. I didn't make even two laps, but the boys never taunted me again.
[145 words, 45 from extra]
Irritation [first person poem]:
On and on it goes
It prevents you from sleeping like a log
Whether it’s an alarm or a snore
They’re all equally hard to ignore
I’d rather lie on a hard bed
Than deal with crickets after sunset
No what makes my gears grind
Is sound during the night
[50/50 words]
Goals for the Future [third person]:
Osha is a rather rough and active plumerian, but she is also kind. Her dream is to be a social worker who works with difficult children and helps them through sports such as volleyball or soccer. Through these sports, children not only get rid of excess energy, they also learn about teamwork and friendship, both things Oshi cherishes.
[58 words, 8 from extra]
Extra #1: [written only, 150 word limit]
[26 to sexuality & them
23 to conversation
2 to plushie
32 to how they show affection
1 to quirk
3 to room
45 to childhood
8 to goals]
[143 words]
Extra #2: [1 art piece]
(By Quill.)












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