Hokari, Shisato

Name

Shisato Hokari.

Alias

Shicchan _{(only if you want to die a really painful death or you're really close to her)}.

Age

Eighteen.

Gender

Female.

Height

158 cm|5'2''.

Weight

53 kg|116 lbs.

Alignment

True Neutral.

Birth Date

6^th May.

Birth Place

Tokyo, Japan.

Western Horoscope

Taurus.

Eastern Zodiac

Water Tiger.

Skills/Talents

—Games!: The teenager just loves to compete; whether the competition is friendly or not, doesn't matter. The most common outlet for this are common, tabletop games; whether those are cards or games themselves or any variation of them, that's fine. Her not knowing the rules at first is fine either; the feeling that beating somebody at their own game produces is priceless.

—Level-headed: Throwing Shisato off her cool is something quite hard to do. Like any human being, she has temper triggers, but even those have to pushed rather hard and recklessly in order to invoke a significant amount of anger or ire from her.

—Sharp Mind: Girl's quite smart for her age; very smart, in fact. Through a combination of natural talent and enough conviction to believe she can be the best at everything she wants to if she tries hard enough, she has managed to remain among the top students of her class since she entered high school.
—Stubborn: Maybe not always a positive trait to have, but if Shisato sets her sights on an objective, she'll go through anything in order to accomplish it, no matter how far-fetched or hard that may seem.

Personality

Always calm, always collected and always with some degree of control over the current situation. That's the impression that Shisato always manages to give to the casual onlooker. Back straight, a calm gaze, and an air of almost-eerie stillness permeates the air around her, making her look a bit unapproachable or hostile. And that's a bit of a truth.

The circumstances that surround the teenager's persona managed to convert an slightly shy girl into someone who has varying degrees of indifference towards other people and that's somewhat selfish as a result. Don't get her wrong; while she doesn't mind interacting with others and in fact, she loves to have a good argument over a variety of topics with others if they look like they know what they are talking about, that doesn't mean that her personal relationships take a distant second place in relation to what she perceives as her growth as a person —a synonym of academic career—. At least that's what she tells herself every day; in part, that's one of the reasons, but another equally important factor is how most of her attempts at holding a "conversation" with somebody had failed, and rather miserably at that. In truth, she isn't really hard to approach, just as long as you're willing to bear with the sluggishly slow method she has to communicate with most people.

While an issue initially, she doesn't mind her disability anymore, nor the reactions it usually brings. She isn't meek in any sense of the word, however; more often than not, a wannabe bully have found themselves in the wrong end of an ass-kicking. After a good amount of those experiences, she has learned to be out only for herself. Well, and the few close friends she has, but that's another tale.

Appearance

Shisato stands at the average-ish height of 158 centimeters; not too tall, yet not really small. Her weight corresponds to a healthy average too, dangling between a little more or a little less depending on how much she had been indulging in all the foods that she really likes but that aren't that healthy; not that she minds it that much. Even if she stumbles every now and then with her diet, gym class alongside some light exercise on her everyday life and her trusty bike manages to stabilize her body at what she defines as a healthy threshold. She won't be running marathons any day soon, but she can handle exerting her body for some time.

She prefers to wear her dark blue hair short, partly because she doesn't like how it looks when it's long and partly for it to not to get in the way. Still that doesn't prevent her from keeping it shiny and clean, just like the rest of her appearance. If one gazed at her, everything about Shisato is usually in perfect order; her hair, her clothes and her outward appearance usually are neat and clean. In her everyday life, when she isn't wearing her school clothes, she prefers to go with simple, yet decidedly feminine; skirts, sandals and other, similar clothes are what you'll usually find in her wardrobe.

Her most prominent feature, however, is the always present calm look on her light gray eyes, as if she were unfazed with anything and everything around her; seldom does this feature change, but when it does, the myriad of emotions and expressions they're able to display makes them really alluring. 

Personal History

Hailing from the center of Tokyo, Shisato was born in a warm day of Spring, even if she wasn't a child of her season. A bit of an introvert since she was born, the girl preferred to be alone most of the time; people was complex and talking for too long made her feel tired. Instead, she her curiosity and energy were poured towards other pursuits —namely, intellectual ones—. Books were simpler than people. They didn't ask so many questions, always spoke clearly. They had no second intentions, and had no qualms on sharing their knowledge; the perfect companions, right?

That they were, even if her parents, for some reason, seemed to be distressed at this development. They encouraged her to go out more, to play more and to try and be friendly with the neighbors' kids. As any good girl, she tried to comply, and found out that hanging out her house wasn't as bad; some natural light helped her with her mild sight, and even if the other kids eyed her wearily every now and then because she brought a new book every time she went to the park, most of them accepted her in their games. A childhood full of fond memories, in hindsight.

Things kept on being that way until a bit more than a month passed since her eighth birthday; as she walked back from school, she found herself in the wrong end of a car accident. A drunken driver that appeared out of nowhere smashed right into the young girl's body. She was transported immediately to a hospital, and even if the doctors were able to save her life, that event had left the previously shy, but friendly girl utterly terrified of the world and with two eardrums ruptured due to one of the various concussions she had being on her head. When she was able to, even the act to get out of her bed and head to the bathroom filled her with dread and rejection.

Rehabilitation wasn't easy at all; getting used to JSL and its variations out of the blue was pretty much the equivalent of learning to speak once again. And doing it while not being able to her very own voice was probably the scariest sequelae of that event; more than once, young Shisato had tried screaming at the top of her lungs in hopes of hearing something, anything... and just cry frustrated until her throat grew too sore for her to keep trying.Why her life had given such a sudden turn? She felt like this was unfair, and that she didn't deserve this. What she had done wrong? It didn't matter how much she tried to explain this, it just served to frustrate her more and more.

The evolution of those feelings wasn't exactly good, either. Even if she showed signs of slowly getting better, her mood was only getting more downy with each passing day; her room felt like a snake constricting around her neck each time she had to endure being there alone, most days passing between the incoherent motions of the TV and a new book that her parents brought her every week. Part of the rehabilitation, she guessed.

When she would become healthy once again? The whole process just felt sluggishly slow; what was healthy, anyway? She wouldn't be able to hear anything anymore, and while she still could speak, she knew that her degree of control over things like her volume or tone would be disastrous. Being confined in a hospital didn't do much to make her feel better, either. She began to wander the institution, feeling that she had enough of that; as she expected, what she found wasn't pretty, but it was one of the many realities that she could've lived in; was it right for her to feel pity or relief? Or... anything at all? They were still human beings like her, and they still were alive... just like her. Maybe she should be thankful of the fact that she was still alive? She wanted to think that way, but that was just a naïve a idealistic way of seeing her current condition. Reality was sadly different.

Or at least she had thought that in first place. On one of her many outings, she found another girl that was more or less her age. At first glance she didn't know what was wrong with her, given that she looked... relatively normal if one didn't pay heed to the IV; maybe what made her stand out from the rest of the people she had seen on the various room was... that she was trying to interact with her? Of course that Shisato couldn't understand what she was saying, but she could tell that this girl looked a bit curious about her.

It all started with a simple question; "What are you reading?" Or at least that was what she had been told afterwards. Apparently, her new acquaintance had thought that the notepad she carried around was a book, only to find out the truth of her condition shortly afterwards. Still, she didn't seem to mind it —nor the fact that they had to converse through notes—. Their first "conversation" lasted for hours, night and the curfew the only thing that prevented them from keeping on. It was strange; the day had began just like any other, Shisato not having great expectations on it or anything of like, but now... apparently she had a new friend.

In a stark contrast with her previous days, now she actually looked forward to a new day; she'd have never thought that a friend was the only thing she needed to get out of that emotional pit, and while they weren't the most compatible pair, they still enjoyed the other's company while cheering up the other when she felt down. Shisato began to slowly realize that life just threw things at you; some of them were good, and some weren't so good; instead of asking just "why?", and wallowing in self-pity in the face of hardship, she began to accept life as it came by, with its good and bad things. Well, at least partly; some habits were pretty hard to kill off.

Still, that silver lining on her gray cloud made her regain her drive and cemented her convictions solidly. She still didn't know what she'd do with her life or how she'd do it, but she already knew that she'd manage and... that she'd be the best at whatever she wanted to be.

Years passed by, the girl maturing into a teenager; days, months and even years flew by. Mostly minding her own business, Shisato advanced through her life with firm, resolute steps. Progressively, life began to get better, and even if she had only one true friend, that was more than enough for her. Having more than one would be exhausting for sure, and it wasn't as if others displayed some, or any interest in her.

She couldn't complain, in all honesty.

Inventory
_{Who on their right mind would carry a backpack around on an everyday basis?}

• Wallet.
• Various types of IDs.
• A mirror.
• Cellphone.
• Notepad.
  
• Some Post-its
  
• Three pens (they're all this color. She likes to carry spares just in case).

Digivice

Given that Shisato doesn't have a class yet, she doesn't have a Digivice among her possessions.

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FaceClaim: KATAWA SHOUJO • shizune hakamichi • Shisato Hokari