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NARANDA wrote:Username; NARANDA
Name; Kokoro
Origin; Japanese
Meaning; Heart, Spirit
Gender; MalePersonality;
Kokoro is a very loyal and loving boy, but is also easy to hold grudges, especially towards those who hurt him or those he cares about. Broken hearts are his most hated thing, and he tends to hate heart breakers, sometimes even helping those who have been hurt take revenge on those who hurt them. He loves sparkle and everything he makes or puts together has sparkles, even revenge plans. He'll fill buckets of sparkles and dump it on them, or mix sparkles in with whatever they are using for revenge. Sparkles are his little symbol.
He believes that love and hate are the two greatest emotions there are, and he tries not to take love lightly, but hate seems to be his weak point, holding grudges and saying he hates others all the time. He tries to improve on this, trying to lower the amount he uses the term, but it never seems to work. As for love, he uses it rarely, preferring to say he likes something more then saying he loves something until he is very sure he actually loves it.Short Story:
Love and hate, sometimes they are just words that are used too much, leaving those who used these words in a true manner to be left behind, thought of as liars. I believe these should not be used lightly, though out of habit I use hate lightly. I love sparkles, I hate heart breakers, and there are so many heart breakers out there that either do it on purpose or on accident, but yet I hate them all. As for loving someone... my parents of course, but that is a different love, a love we are born with. I only love one besides my parents, and her name is Shinkirema, meaning Broken Heart. How anyone could name their child that is beyond me, but I do know she has had a broken heart, and the one who did it, I do not know him, so I could not tell you if he dd it on purpose or accident. I do know though that another is also after her heart. How someone could turn her down is beyond me, she is beautiful and so sweet, breaking her heart is out of the question, but it was too late to protect her from it.
I knew another male liked her as well, leaving her roses every once and a while, but never showing himself to her, for some reason this made me mad. He should go right up to her and give her the gift himself, but he does not. I am not afraid to though. I do plan to take her out, I just need to plan the perfect date. I gathered blue flowers for her, of course covering them in sparkles... I can't help myself! Anyways, I want the date to be the best, gathering some delicious foods and sweets, setting them up in my house. Now just to decide how to ask her. I pulled one flower from the bouquet and walked to her home, my blood flaring as I saw the other male leaving roses at the door once again.
I watched as he walked away, growling to myself, then I realized I had crushed the flower I had brought with me. I sighed sadly as I turned around to head home, looking back at her door one last time. I knew this was not the time to be asking, not when she would be admiring roses from another male. I dropped the now crushed flower, a little heart broken, and my hate for the other male grew. He didn't know me and I didn't know him, but my hate for him grew. A feeling I wish could have been much more difficult to feel.
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