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Shizuka:
-She will still fall asleep in the strangest, most uncomfortable, most in the way of everyone places imaginable. Sometimes, she’s really just to exhausted to move anymore. Sometimes, she just likes hearing Reina scream about how “unladylike” it is to take a nap with her feet on the table. If anything, she’s even more petty and vengeful towards her younger sister.
-”Feminine” things, like personal beauty matter very little to Shizuka. For a girl who can hardly manage to stay awake most days, any kind of extra work seems like an insurmountable challenge. Finding the energy for anything more than what she already manages just might kill her, or so she thinks, and she’d rather spend any extra energy finding new music.
Reina:
-She’s every bit as fussy as her male counterpart, but even more particular about being the perfect lady. Reina is always collected and presentable, and never allows anyone to see her at anything less than her best. From a perfectly primped appearance to eloquent, intelligent speech, she goes above and beyond to always appear perfect.
-Beauty products, especially makeup, are a major interest of hers. Her vanity (while perfectly organized) is near overflowing with assorted products, all of which, Reina insists, are essential to maintaining her everyday perfection. She takes very good care of herself from skin care and makeup, to elaborate manicures and thick, ultra-soft hair.
Ayako:
-Despite a childhood of being kept away from them, Ayako loves sports. Basketball is her obvious favorite, but anything where she can move and compete brings her a kind of joy that not many things can. Cordelia insisted that athletics were unbecoming of the future queen, though, and Ayako was only able to pursue her interest after her mother’s death.
-She’s not the best, she’s the fucking queen, and anyone who doesn’t bow will be forced. Years of being told that all she’d ever be was a trophy wife, a queen that only exists to be married off and please her husband made Ayako all the more determined to rule by her own strength. She hates the idea of being dependent on anyone, and her ego can’t stand being indebted to anyone.
Kanako:
-She has a bit of an irrational hatred of men, and she’s not very willing to change it. The only males Kanako knew in her childhood were her father and uncle, and both were so remarkably awful that she developed the idea that all men had to be just as bad. Her temper is twice as nasty around men, and there’s a sort of churning fear that she’d hate to admit to.
-Aside from Teddy, she has countless stuffed animals and dolls, almost all of them with names, personalities and roles. Some of them are made from dead things, but regular plush friends for Teddy are just as loved. She makes many of her own toys, and wile dolls are beautiful in their own way, she prefers soft, plush things that can be hugged and carried around.
Laiko:
-For some reason, she actually tries to take care of her sisters… in a weird, more self-satisfying than helpful kind of way. Maybe it’s to make herself feel important, maybe she really does like being the second stand-in mom of the household, but Laiko is about the only one of the group to do anything to help the others. Although, the definition of her “help” is loose.
-She’s almost never home, preferring to spend time at parties, social gatherings, even plain old malls if it means avoiding her family. Laiko loves her precious sisters, of course, but it’s just so noisy and bothersome at home. She’d rather be out somewhere, surrounded by a crowd of adoring men, where her love is actually appreciated.
Suzuki:
-She once chopped off all of her hair at the roots in a fit of rage, and the previously hip length tresses have never again passed her shoulders. Suzuki is uncomfortable with feeling pretty, not only because she’s too disgusting to ever really be it, but beauty is what (supposedly) caused her mother’s imprisonment, too lovely for her father to resist.
-Suzuki a rather tiny woman (like her mother), and she hates it. Her size, shoulder height or below on most men, makes her feel small and trapped, far too vulnerable to ever be comfortable with. To begin with, social encounters are anxious, uncomfortable affairs, and only reaching the chin of whoever she’s talking to only makes it worse.
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