~OOC Section~
//It’s all about you//
Name: Sama
Age: 15
How did you find Hearts & Minds?: I really don't know...
How many characters do you have on the site?: My First Puppet
Instant Messenger: Aim~ noharmonicalurch
How active will you be?:atleast every weekend if I can

~IC section~
//Basic stuff//
Canon or Original:Origi
Name: Ayatsuri
Age: Not much of a memory
School Year: Sopho
Classes: English II, Psychology, Biology, and Algebra II; he doesn't really do extra curricular, he just watches people.
//Looks can be deceiving//
Appearance: He is quite short, only about 5 feet tall, well short for a boy, and he is litarally 50 pounds, though he doesn't look anorexic or bulimic. His face looks smooth and soft, yet it is hard and hollow at sight, and he doesn't show real emotions. His hair is a light blue, yet it doesn't even look like human hair, nor does it really grow. People find his green stare inciting, or creepy; either way they can't look away, waiting for him to blink, maybe its the weird markings. He dresses the same way, like he's going to a ball, it's his only clothes, and they never get soiled with human excretions. Oh did I forget, he's a puppet! (So he does move quick jerkily)
Image:

//Sweet or Spicy, Warm or Icy//
Personality: He acts creepy, in that dark way, that usually unsettles people and sends shivers down their spines. He is very independent and doesn't pay attention to what people say. He doesn't really talk to people, unless it's to get away from them, and he says weird things just to watch their expression, so see their faces. He would watch people on end just to see how their faces move, and he tries to copy them, which always looks like he's in pain. Deep down he just wishes that he had all the problems and gifts the living have.

//Only the Good die Young//
Parents: A puppet maker?
Other important family: ...Trees?
RP Sample: He can't remember much of his past, it just comes in flashes. He remembers a man wheedling wood in front of a fireplace, the different thoughts they had of fire. The man put the last leg on him. He tried to move it, put it wouldn't budge, he couldn't even raise his head or ask the man for help. The man brought out some old nice black clothes and puts it on him, they fit perfectly. He was brought down and tied to strings that kept him up. He was finally able to look up, yet he wanted to dance and rejoice.

He finally realized that he wasn't able to move on his own. The man was controlling him. Wasn't he good enough to be free? To live his almost immortal life? "Well, I hope you'll be worth more than your weight in gold" The man said, greed woven in his voice. He was disgusted, was he really just a money tool? He had his feelings and own personality, let him do him what he wants! He was so enraged his fist punched the air, without the man working him. He tried it again, yet it was quite hard. The man realized what was happening and dropped the control bar. The man ran towards the fire, cursing something about demons in his work. He just stood their, emotions filling him, yet his face wouldn't move.

The man got a torch that he always had next to they fire in case he had to go out. He threw it in the fire until it caught and turned around, anger and afraid written on his face. The man waved the torch around the room, cornering him. He looked between the man's legs toward the fire, which seemed to slow. He looked down and grabbed the control bar and threw it up, it held in the air, making it much easier to stay up. He went forward towards the man, jumping on him. The man dropped the torch, it hit a chair and a fire started. "Freedom" He hissed. The man screamed "Demoned Ayatsuri!" The name stuck. The man flung him into the fire, there was a loud explosion, the man didn't seem to notice.

The last thing he saw was the control bar, sitting there on the floor. The strings were to long to pull it into the fire, maybe that's the spirit in the puppet? For he wasn't killed, just transported, well, maybe this was hell.