Played by Junko
Name: Junko Shimazaki
Nickname: My Wings
Birth Date: June 16
Blood Type: O
Family: Father (Reiji), Mother (Haruka), Little Sister (Kaori)
Hair: Dirty Blonde
Body: Slender, with a good sized chest. 5' 5"
Marks: She has a scar that runs from the nape of her neck to her left
breast. She doesn't like to talk about how she got it.
Clothing: Always wear long-necked shirts, doesn't want people to see
her scar. Likes cute, unique clothing, things with ears are a plus.
Most Prized Possession: "5x2/2x5 Fangirl" shirt.
Hobbies: playing with her little sister, swimming
Food: Loves spicy Italian foods.
Weaponry: "Tough Lovin' " her mallet.
Fighting Style: none
Fears: Being alone, outside, at night.
Goals: To join Japan's olympic swim team
Positive Characteristics: Optimistic, Caring, Loves kids
Negative Characteristics: Lets her emotions pile up inside.
Personality: Happy-go-lucky, with a can-do attitude about everything.
Seems a bit naive about the real world on the surface.
History: Past - Being unquestionably loyal to her lover, Lucifer, she
too fought against the throne of the almighty, was branded as one of the
fallen and was cast onto the earth to live as a mortal.
Present - Junko's ex-boyfriend, Yuusuke, tried to rape her after they
broke up -- he didn't succeed. But he did leave a lasting mark on her
with a knife. She doesn't trust men easily now.
One. Two. Three. Breath. One. Two. Three. Breath. One. Two. Three. Breath.
The familiar repitition of three strokes and a breath always put her at
ease. To have the feel of nothingness surround her, it's cold touch on
her skin, it always brought back memories -- both good and bad. She loved
to swim... really she did, but after the... incident, she never really
want to compete again. She wanted to be able to hide away from the sideways
glances and hushed tones -- for once she wanted to be able to get into
the water again and not overhear the staple question,"What's with the
scar?". But it was just wishful thinking... oh well, Junko'd just have
to stick with swimming in the bath tub for now.
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way,
Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day,
As wine that blushes water through. And soon,
Out of the gold air of the afternoon,
One knelt before her: hair he had, or fire,
Bound back above his ears with golden wire,
Baring the eager marble of his face.
Not man's nor woman's was the immortal grace
Rounding the limbs beneath that robe of white,
And lighting the proud eyes with changeless light,
Incurious. Calm as his wings, and fair,
That presence filled the garden.
— from "Mary and Gabriel," by Rupert Brooke
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