chen nei jia

[nei jia chen]

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CHEN NEI JIA ,,

sora. fifteen. year ten. straight. rainie yang.

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"There's a hell-ish amount of things I like and dislike. Most of my dislikes includes idiots, morons, rap and hip hop (music), judgemental retards, unrealistically cheesy love quotes, notes that aren't neat, imperfection, and strangers. My likes usually include archery, karate, high heels, jeans, animals, pastel stars, ice cream, and different languages. I'm considered a very studious girl, and most definitely anti-social. You needn't worry about me -- I'm perfectly capable of and fine with kicking anyone's ass. People usually see me as a cold-hearted person, but hey. One of the most disgusting things, in my opinion, would most definitely be pity. Don't expect any from me. But, as I said, the subjects of my expertise are archery and karate -- I wouldn't suggest messing with me."

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"My family is rather wealthy. As their only daughter, my mother and father are nothing but strict on me -- 'all for the best,' they'll continuously tell me. Truth be told, I'm a bit afraid of my father -- he's a tough, somewhat uncaring businessman; he's not afraid to make me cry, be it through physical pain or emotional pain. However, my family has its moments -- supporting me is what they aim to do until I finally leave my house, and someday provide the same care for my parents when they're older. We love each other. We honestly do."

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"Unfortunately, my family decided to send me here for the next few years. 'A better experience,' they said. I suppose I'll do here as I did in my old school -- alone and perfect fine -- so I'll have no trouble, I'm confident. Still . . . I can only hope these years can pass by as quickly as my past years. But I really don't want to be here right now."

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"Born by the name if Chen Nei Jia, my alias became Sora once I moved to the country of the U.S. at the age of eleven. When living in Taiwan, I was much more joyous -- my expression was rarely stressed nor strained. My friends were good, never doing anything too bad, and I was happy with them. Truth be told, I even once fell in deep like with a boy, one year older than me -- Jiro. He was my first boyfriend. This was the year before I moved, and, when my parents revealed to me their decision, I was heartbroken. Maturing when I was young, in this case, was one of the worst things that could've ever happened to me. It was when I'd finally moved to America that I became so much more reserved and studious."

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so hey! i'm raine and there is no doubt about it,
i'm a girl. i've been rocking in this world for fifteen years.
yanno this crazy shit called roleplaying? well i've been
doing it for five or six years.

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Deep breaths, she thought as she tightened her grip on her bow, drawing back the bowstring with a sharp arrow in place. Sora could see the target, clear as her sight could possibly be, on the other side of the field. Gritting her teeth, she closed one of her eyes, aiming for a perfect score. It was still early in the morning, and she'd arrived in the training center not too long ago -- she needed to practice, and practice extremely often to finally achieve mastery in her skills and techniques. As a student, Sora was considered very studious; since her socialization skills were far below most others, she'd spend plenty of nights trying to perfect everything, study, read, etc. Her grades were rather high; and her wits followed in suit, sharpening to nearly as apical as a knife-edged arrowhead.

Inhaling deeply, Sora tried to focus. Counting in her head, she pulled the bowstring back a bit farther, calculating the distance, what it'd take to get the point to the target in her mind. "Too strong," she muttered, easing the bowstring back a bit. Finally, she decided, it was good.

An irritated sigh escaped her mouth, and she walked over to the target, her heels clicking against the cement. "Damn," Sora hissed to herself. "Seven inches off." Pulling the arrow from its place, she held it in a clenched fist, her face pulled together in a frustrated expression.

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