Yagiri Amaya

--------Name: Yagiri Amaya

--------Age: 16

--------Gender: Female

--------Heigh: 168 cm

--------Weigh: 57 kg

--------Overall Appearance: Amaya has dark brown hair that reaches just about the middle of her back, with white highlights on the front. Her eyes are light green. She always wears a music note pendant on her neck, and usually catches her hair bangs with a small hairpin, so that they won't get in the way when she's reading or studying.

--------Personality: She is very serious and strict about her work. She will do what she has to do rightly, and avoid any possible mistakes. She will never those kind of things as a joke, even if they are actually a joke. Besides work, she isn't that much strict around her friends and family. She knows how to have fun and keep a low profile in the same time. She isn't a very talkative person, but she isn't mute either.

--------Likes:

• Cookies
  
• Her pendant
  
• Animals
  
• Blues and Jazz
  

--------Dislikes:

• Loud noises
  
• Bad humor
  
• Getting disturbed
  
• nuts

--------Background History:

She pretty much had a normal childhood. She lived with her parents in rather big house. They were a middle-class family; neither poor nor rich. Her mother worked as a singer in a Blues/Jazz shop, so Amaya started showing an appeal for this kind of music. On her 8th birthday, her mother gave her a pendant with a music note on it, which she treasures even now. She always loved her mother's singing, and wanted to write a song for her, but she always ended up with something she didn't like. She discovered the academy when she was 13, and had already made up her mind. She would be the best composer in the country, whatever the cost.

--------Job: Student

--------Course: Composer

--------Class: B

--------Daily Roleplaying Post:

Script:

Amaya: *sitting on her desk, with the small desk lamb on, trying to write lyrics for a song, but fails as always* Arg! *rumples the paper and throws it on the small mountain of the rest of the scrapped paper pieces she has thrown down* Why is it so difficult?! But of course! How could birds fly into a heart?! It doesn't make sense! *facepalm*

Amaya's father: *gets into the room* Honey, the dinner is ready--

Amaya: I'm writing! *looks at him with a desperate and angry face*

Amaya's father: Right! *gets out quickly and closes the door*... *sigh* -Glad she didn't throw me anything...-