OOC INFORMATION
IGN (In-Game Name):
hatediary
heartcrypt
moonl0v3r
What is your discord username?:
heldbyvenus
What is your timezone?:
EST.
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity has quite literally been a sway as of lately
List your current roles on the server:
[Hs-Football] (heldbyvenus) Tsubasa Laurent
[Psychiatrist] (moonl0v3r) Towa Asogi
Link any previous applications:
Any applications before 2023 have been left out to save on space and keep it recent.
What position are you applying for (Maiden or Priest)?
Maiden.
What is your motivation for applying?
I've been back to SRP for a while, yet I still crave the familiar as I've been out of my comfort zone for a while now. Having a place to return that I do find familiar and in a way a place that I find extremely interesting in forms of new ways of roleplay is a place that I want to be.
What do you currently know about Shintoism? Are you willing to learn more about it?
I know a decent amount as I’ve been in this faction before and was able to learn a decent amount about the religion. I'm free to learn more as I'm sure there have been updates in the training and what is being taught.
IC INFORMATION
Character Full Name:
Boo Hakashita
Character Title:
Miss.
Character Age:
27.
Character Marital Status:
"I will not answer this question at this time. ."
Character Nationality:
Japanese.
Degree/Certifications (If applicable):
PhD
Backstory
CHARACTER KNOWLEDGE / SITUATIONS
How does your character act around shrine grounds? How do they interact with guests and other staff?
Boo is rather blunt, she isn't the kind of person to sit around and take disrespect - she will simply leave the conversation, she'll still keep an eye out if they need help, but she does not handle disrespect or simply rude people that well. She still often sees strangers are somebody to be weary of rather than somebody to be friendly with immediately, give her a reason to be completely respectful before she ever is. It'd take her a while to get used to the other Shrine staff, but constant communication and attempts to be friendly with her will help her become friendly in a new environment.
The Shrine Grounds would be her new home, she'd treat it like so.
You see a guest jumping around the roofs of the building and overall disrespecting shrine grounds, how would your character handle it?
Boo would be more disappointed rather than upset, who taught a kid to jump from roofs, and disrespect Shrine Grounds even if you do not believe? She believes in one strike and you're out, she'd make a threat to have them removed and give them a singular warning before removing them from the Shrine, if it's kicking them, calling the KPD to have them trespassed, or even banned if it's extreme.
Why does your character want to become a shrine maiden/priest? What do they wish to achieve?
She wants to worship for herself, not for her family or name. She wishes to learn this for herself, to be able to figure out her own religion on her own time, and work through said issues that her past caused. She hopes that this will be a good outlet for her to be able to heal and continue on with her life, she also hopes to meet others to actually have an adult-like life.
What are the core values of your character? (OPTIONAL - MORE INFO IN FAQ)
IGN (In-Game Name):
hatediary
heartcrypt
moonl0v3r
What is your discord username?:
heldbyvenus
What is your timezone?:
EST.
Describe your activity on the server:
My activity has quite literally been a sway as of lately
List your current roles on the server:
[Hs-Football] (heldbyvenus) Tsubasa Laurent
[Psychiatrist] (moonl0v3r) Towa Asogi
Link any previous applications:
Any applications before 2023 have been left out to save on space and keep it recent.
What position are you applying for (Maiden or Priest)?
Maiden.
What is your motivation for applying?
I've been back to SRP for a while, yet I still crave the familiar as I've been out of my comfort zone for a while now. Having a place to return that I do find familiar and in a way a place that I find extremely interesting in forms of new ways of roleplay is a place that I want to be.
What do you currently know about Shintoism? Are you willing to learn more about it?
I know a decent amount as I’ve been in this faction before and was able to learn a decent amount about the religion. I'm free to learn more as I'm sure there have been updates in the training and what is being taught.
IC INFORMATION
Character Full Name:
Boo Hakashita
Character Title:
Miss.
Character Age:
27.
Character Marital Status:
"I will not answer this question at this time. ."
Character Nationality:
Japanese.
Degree/Certifications (If applicable):
PhD
Backstory
Boo Hakashita wasn’t welcomed into the world like any normal child, with cries of family nearby and cheers of family in the waiting room.
The direct translation of her first name in Japanese, is Vow.
Anybody can guess why, right?
She was welcomed into the world with chants of family, she was born as a vessel and that is all they truly saw her as; a way to continue their family, her father having many wives; every one of them giving at least one child. She was just second in line, the eldest woman of the line, right behind the heir; Kuraiku Hakashita.
Even at home, when Baby Boo would cry and sob for hours, like any infant would; it was never met with comfort. She was not given affection, attention, comfort. She was only given what was required from them as parents; change the child's diaper, feed the child, and bathe the child. Teach the child.
Her first words weren’t anything sweet, and normal like parental lines, it was instead a vow to her family, stumbled through and stuttered, anything else didn’t count. Who knows what her first words actually were? They didn’t matter, only the important one did.
Whenever she stumbled about their home, and fell face-first it was never met with tears or worried parents about if it hurt, it was always met with “Can you move?”. Pain wasn’t treated as something to cry about, it was information to take in and process then move on. She never expected comfort.
When she was five, it was the first time she was ever taken to the hospital after her birth, she was on the roof of the house, chasing a bird that she found pretty. She fell and broke her arm, and when brought to the hospital due to the girl not moving her arm without complaints of discomfort, the doctors expected her to be a sobbing mess; like a child should act, yet instead she was silently crying from the pain; that she kept saying. “Is my arm usable?”
Her father didn’t do anything besides say “Bodies are valuable.” And the doctor just logged it in as unusual, but nothing came from it.
She was taught from home, yet nothing was something that people normally teach kids to make sure they go places in life and learn properly in future education. What else do you expect from a cult? She received constant praise along with others, but since she was almost a direct descendant, of course some of them would favour her.
At age eight, after a ceremony, she was walking across glass strewn across the floor, nobody noticed she wasn’t wearing protective shoes until it started to pool beneath her feet, she was then rushed to the hospital again, when she was asked about her pain scale. She was confused, she never truly understood pain; it was just discomfort, and you can do something about discomfort, but she learned to live in that discomfort, don’t comfort the pain or else you’ll always reach for it when times are hard, right?
A year later was when her own vocabulary started to shift; something everybody noticed.
Instead of “My stomach is hurting.”
It was.
“The abdomen is hurting.”
Nobody corrected this, until it was way too late for her to change how she speaks, everybody thought it was something that would soon pass by, a phase.
The next time she ended up in the hospital was the year before she was allowed to enter highschool, yes, a public one. She went swimming and almost didn’t come up, during that hospital visit, the drowning feeling still heavy in her lungs she asked,
“Why didn’t the body ask to breathe?”
When she entered highschool, everybody she met had crushes on others, she was always confused; she’s never expressed those kinds of feelings before, or even know what it felt like. Again, she believed she was just a vessel, there’s no point in committing to any emotions she had towards anybody that seemed of interest.
Teenagers argue, they rebel, their grades dropped.
Boo fell in love with the structure of school, classes, learning new things, so that’s all she ever did in her free time. She was always studying, meeting with teachers to get extra work to keep working, that’s all she ever did while other kids and even her younger brothers were out partying in their early years of highschool.
Boo ended up joining student council, becoming the President while keeping up with her studies, that was everything she ever dreamed of, for once; in a sense, in her ideology.
She was respected for who she was, people followed her because of believing in her, not because of her bloodline.
Her last year of highschool, disaster struck.
Her father and his first wife both died, tragically; together. Nobody was able to mourn, it was disapproved upon. You would vanish for days if you were found mourning their deaths.
She never did, she instead followed everything the new eldest had her to do, Kuraiku, that was her form of grief.
Kuraiku told her to go to college, get a degree; men like educated women.
So that’s what she did.
Kuraiku told her to jump, and she asked how high?
As she got her own bachelor's degree, in something she actually enjoyed; Psychology, he pushed her forward as they moved to Karakura.
It didn’t last long, she kept promising she would go for sports teams, but always ran away last minute. She loved Karakura, she felt free, she met people, made friends.
She met a woman named Capri Lahela, a woman that was fresh from a breakup.
They started as friends, but it soon became something a lot more for Boo. She always felt comforted being around her, she felt at peace. It was a nice feeling for a while, she always chased the high of doing something she wasn’t allowed, mixed with the peace of being in-love.
The love was simple, Capri was always attached to her side; it was something she wasn’t used to. Capri asked what she wanted to do today instead of directing it only herself, she asked what Boo wanted to do.
She was the moon, and Capri was her sun. They revolved each other, you barely ever saw one without the other.
Kuraiku soon found out, and did her a favour.
He introduced her to a woman, Boo never truely cared enough to learn her name, all she knew was that she worked in the morgue before.
Kuraiku was using this woman as a threat instead of anything else, saying if you disobey; I have somebody to take you away.
Requested that she would bring him somebody she would be okay with marrying. All she got was one chance; she never did.
At the end of the year, they quickly left Karakura, Boo leaving her first love behind. They returned home, the Hakashita’s only inhabited Karakura for a year before they all left.
By this time she barely if ever spoke about herself directly, she always avoided the words I, me, myself.
That didn’t quite exist, did it?
Upon her leaving Karakura, a marriage was arranged almost instantly. The man always loved her, always loved her from a distance yet she never noticed him. It was only a discussion between Kuraiku and a man, not herself and her future husband.
The wedding was quick, it was in a courthouse with signed papers, no vows or family members clapping and cheering as they would have had a kiss at an alter, instead it as between two people and papers.
He was always gone for work after their ‘wedding’, always gone. But every time Boo woke up, she woke up with love letters that could’ve been turned into books, love letters of things she did in the past few days in amazing detail; she was being worshiped by a man she didn’t even love, he was a devotee. She stayed home, learned how to cook. She never knew how to respond to these letters, so they were placed into a box.
The marriage continued for a few years, having dropped out of college while working on her Doctorates, in Psychology. She always kept at it, in her free time but her dream of having something she can run away with was far from reach.
The marriage in reality was sickly sweet, he’d always tell her how much he loved her, but the only kind of words to be similar was “Thank you.” From Boo, she never understood marriage or the feelings that should be attached to it.
After a few years of the fake marriage she was trapped in, one day she stood at the box in her closet, unsure of what to do with them. A new one held in her hand, she already knew what questions would be asked, and how she was perceived. She never knew the answer to such a simple question;
Who are you?
She had an idea of what would fix the issue of not loving the person she apparently married, and finding her own answer to the question.
Escaping.
She wrote her first letter back, she cared for him; but it was more of a friendship rather than anything close to romantic. Never close to the kind of feelings she had for Capri during college.
She left her home, she left with nothing but a ticket to somewhere she remembers feeling like home, and the box of letters she hoped to one day answer.
Karakura.
She quietly lived in her apartment for a year, speeding-through the rest of her degree. She wanted to learn something new, and something about herself in the future.
Is there a person in the vessel her family created?
It never felt like there was.
Who am I?
The direct translation of her first name in Japanese, is Vow.
Anybody can guess why, right?
She was welcomed into the world with chants of family, she was born as a vessel and that is all they truly saw her as; a way to continue their family, her father having many wives; every one of them giving at least one child. She was just second in line, the eldest woman of the line, right behind the heir; Kuraiku Hakashita.
Even at home, when Baby Boo would cry and sob for hours, like any infant would; it was never met with comfort. She was not given affection, attention, comfort. She was only given what was required from them as parents; change the child's diaper, feed the child, and bathe the child. Teach the child.
Her first words weren’t anything sweet, and normal like parental lines, it was instead a vow to her family, stumbled through and stuttered, anything else didn’t count. Who knows what her first words actually were? They didn’t matter, only the important one did.
Whenever she stumbled about their home, and fell face-first it was never met with tears or worried parents about if it hurt, it was always met with “Can you move?”. Pain wasn’t treated as something to cry about, it was information to take in and process then move on. She never expected comfort.
When she was five, it was the first time she was ever taken to the hospital after her birth, she was on the roof of the house, chasing a bird that she found pretty. She fell and broke her arm, and when brought to the hospital due to the girl not moving her arm without complaints of discomfort, the doctors expected her to be a sobbing mess; like a child should act, yet instead she was silently crying from the pain; that she kept saying. “Is my arm usable?”
Her father didn’t do anything besides say “Bodies are valuable.” And the doctor just logged it in as unusual, but nothing came from it.
She was taught from home, yet nothing was something that people normally teach kids to make sure they go places in life and learn properly in future education. What else do you expect from a cult? She received constant praise along with others, but since she was almost a direct descendant, of course some of them would favour her.
At age eight, after a ceremony, she was walking across glass strewn across the floor, nobody noticed she wasn’t wearing protective shoes until it started to pool beneath her feet, she was then rushed to the hospital again, when she was asked about her pain scale. She was confused, she never truly understood pain; it was just discomfort, and you can do something about discomfort, but she learned to live in that discomfort, don’t comfort the pain or else you’ll always reach for it when times are hard, right?
A year later was when her own vocabulary started to shift; something everybody noticed.
Instead of “My stomach is hurting.”
It was.
“The abdomen is hurting.”
Nobody corrected this, until it was way too late for her to change how she speaks, everybody thought it was something that would soon pass by, a phase.
The next time she ended up in the hospital was the year before she was allowed to enter highschool, yes, a public one. She went swimming and almost didn’t come up, during that hospital visit, the drowning feeling still heavy in her lungs she asked,
“Why didn’t the body ask to breathe?”
When she entered highschool, everybody she met had crushes on others, she was always confused; she’s never expressed those kinds of feelings before, or even know what it felt like. Again, she believed she was just a vessel, there’s no point in committing to any emotions she had towards anybody that seemed of interest.
Teenagers argue, they rebel, their grades dropped.
Boo fell in love with the structure of school, classes, learning new things, so that’s all she ever did in her free time. She was always studying, meeting with teachers to get extra work to keep working, that’s all she ever did while other kids and even her younger brothers were out partying in their early years of highschool.
Boo ended up joining student council, becoming the President while keeping up with her studies, that was everything she ever dreamed of, for once; in a sense, in her ideology.
She was respected for who she was, people followed her because of believing in her, not because of her bloodline.
Her last year of highschool, disaster struck.
Her father and his first wife both died, tragically; together. Nobody was able to mourn, it was disapproved upon. You would vanish for days if you were found mourning their deaths.
She never did, she instead followed everything the new eldest had her to do, Kuraiku, that was her form of grief.
Kuraiku told her to go to college, get a degree; men like educated women.
So that’s what she did.
Kuraiku told her to jump, and she asked how high?
As she got her own bachelor's degree, in something she actually enjoyed; Psychology, he pushed her forward as they moved to Karakura.
It didn’t last long, she kept promising she would go for sports teams, but always ran away last minute. She loved Karakura, she felt free, she met people, made friends.
She met a woman named Capri Lahela, a woman that was fresh from a breakup.
They started as friends, but it soon became something a lot more for Boo. She always felt comforted being around her, she felt at peace. It was a nice feeling for a while, she always chased the high of doing something she wasn’t allowed, mixed with the peace of being in-love.
The love was simple, Capri was always attached to her side; it was something she wasn’t used to. Capri asked what she wanted to do today instead of directing it only herself, she asked what Boo wanted to do.
She was the moon, and Capri was her sun. They revolved each other, you barely ever saw one without the other.
Kuraiku soon found out, and did her a favour.
He introduced her to a woman, Boo never truely cared enough to learn her name, all she knew was that she worked in the morgue before.
Kuraiku was using this woman as a threat instead of anything else, saying if you disobey; I have somebody to take you away.
Requested that she would bring him somebody she would be okay with marrying. All she got was one chance; she never did.
At the end of the year, they quickly left Karakura, Boo leaving her first love behind. They returned home, the Hakashita’s only inhabited Karakura for a year before they all left.
By this time she barely if ever spoke about herself directly, she always avoided the words I, me, myself.
That didn’t quite exist, did it?
Upon her leaving Karakura, a marriage was arranged almost instantly. The man always loved her, always loved her from a distance yet she never noticed him. It was only a discussion between Kuraiku and a man, not herself and her future husband.
The wedding was quick, it was in a courthouse with signed papers, no vows or family members clapping and cheering as they would have had a kiss at an alter, instead it as between two people and papers.
He was always gone for work after their ‘wedding’, always gone. But every time Boo woke up, she woke up with love letters that could’ve been turned into books, love letters of things she did in the past few days in amazing detail; she was being worshiped by a man she didn’t even love, he was a devotee. She stayed home, learned how to cook. She never knew how to respond to these letters, so they were placed into a box.
The marriage continued for a few years, having dropped out of college while working on her Doctorates, in Psychology. She always kept at it, in her free time but her dream of having something she can run away with was far from reach.
The marriage in reality was sickly sweet, he’d always tell her how much he loved her, but the only kind of words to be similar was “Thank you.” From Boo, she never understood marriage or the feelings that should be attached to it.
After a few years of the fake marriage she was trapped in, one day she stood at the box in her closet, unsure of what to do with them. A new one held in her hand, she already knew what questions would be asked, and how she was perceived. She never knew the answer to such a simple question;
Who are you?
She had an idea of what would fix the issue of not loving the person she apparently married, and finding her own answer to the question.
Escaping.
She wrote her first letter back, she cared for him; but it was more of a friendship rather than anything close to romantic. Never close to the kind of feelings she had for Capri during college.
She left her home, she left with nothing but a ticket to somewhere she remembers feeling like home, and the box of letters she hoped to one day answer.
Karakura.
She quietly lived in her apartment for a year, speeding-through the rest of her degree. She wanted to learn something new, and something about herself in the future.
Is there a person in the vessel her family created?
It never felt like there was.
Who am I?
CHARACTER KNOWLEDGE / SITUATIONS
How does your character act around shrine grounds? How do they interact with guests and other staff?
Boo is rather blunt, she isn't the kind of person to sit around and take disrespect - she will simply leave the conversation, she'll still keep an eye out if they need help, but she does not handle disrespect or simply rude people that well. She still often sees strangers are somebody to be weary of rather than somebody to be friendly with immediately, give her a reason to be completely respectful before she ever is. It'd take her a while to get used to the other Shrine staff, but constant communication and attempts to be friendly with her will help her become friendly in a new environment.
The Shrine Grounds would be her new home, she'd treat it like so.
You see a guest jumping around the roofs of the building and overall disrespecting shrine grounds, how would your character handle it?
Boo would be more disappointed rather than upset, who taught a kid to jump from roofs, and disrespect Shrine Grounds even if you do not believe? She believes in one strike and you're out, she'd make a threat to have them removed and give them a singular warning before removing them from the Shrine, if it's kicking them, calling the KPD to have them trespassed, or even banned if it's extreme.
Why does your character want to become a shrine maiden/priest? What do they wish to achieve?
She wants to worship for herself, not for her family or name. She wishes to learn this for herself, to be able to figure out her own religion on her own time, and work through said issues that her past caused. She hopes that this will be a good outlet for her to be able to heal and continue on with her life, she also hopes to meet others to actually have an adult-like life.
What are the core values of your character? (OPTIONAL - MORE INFO IN FAQ)
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