Post by Konan on Sept 11, 2007 7:45:08 GMT -5
Konan.
Question #1: How do you see the character and what do you think of
It's a little hard to comment on Konan's character in depth for now since her intro was quite brief. But from what I can tell, Konan is like the uppity, coldfish secretary to the big boss. She has quite a rather adequate personality being more of a follower than a leader. The reason being that she has been cared for so often by stonger personalities that she had no time to implant a sense of being for herself.
The image Konan upholds is that of the typical traditional Japanese woman; she tends to be soft-spoken in speech and full of protocol as well. Between her and Pein, the relationship goes nothing beyond associates (but that could just be on the exterior). It is obvious she looks up to Pein alot and regards him with respect which stems from their long history.
When she was younger, Konan was a more smiley child but now, the older Konan is stoic and more controlled implying that she could have "grown up" like Pein or perhaps, gone through a life-altering "something", whatever that may be.
A factor that contributes to her 180 degree transition from child to bitter adult could have been the emotional demands of growing up during the war. Especially after Jiraiya left, she continued fighting with Nagato and Yahiko, turning her into a very private person thereafter.
Question #2: Why do you think you can play this character properly?
I think I can play femme fatale Konan well enough because I think that I am able to understand her character and its insights well enough.
For now, my outlook on Konan is going to be "The Silent Solemn Woman" to Pein but I will change it when more of Konan is revealed in the manga.
Requirement: Copy-paste a fragment of a role-play post you made somewhere or make a new one. It doesn't matter which characters it features. We just want to look at your style.
You got it =]
Konan sat, posed in meditation, atop the pipe city's highest pipe. But it wasn't as if the altitude would get her a better reception.
Not especially if the colossal metal pipe rumbled constantly from the tunnelling water inside.
Wind. Wind. Wind. Draft.
She didn't know what there was to decipher from it.
Well, call me old ... I can't seem to read the wind anymore... she thought, irked. Never could she imagine herself an, ugh, old hag. Those pale blue sheets of hair were too fresh a colour to be bleached white!
She tried again; spurred up thin spindles of chakra into the air and spiritually "felt" the words in the wind.
Pain.
That's not right. Screw old age. One more time.
Pain.
And suddenly,
'YOU!!'
Konan's heart pulsed in shock, mostly at how she failed to notice another's presence behind her.
She immediately jerked apart her interlocked fingers, distorting the hand seal and with an agile flex of her body, flipped onto her feet, faster than a blink could be executed.
A separate flow of chakra spurred life into her paper butterflies and that normally soft expression, turned ferociously hostile.
Ambush her, would they, those incompetent bounty hunters? She'll introduce them to a nice, premature death with much gratitude.
But, to her incest, she found her heart's stopper to be, who else, but Pein.
Other than being the alleged leader of the Akatsuki, Pein was also the world's luckiest man. Because if Konan didn't have tolerance level like a titanium-armoured safe, her spindly fingers would have throttled him unmercifully to the death...
'I hope that does not become a habit, Pein.' The butterflies dissipated, bursting into bits of white pieces yet that wasn't what Konan really wanted to say.
'Mother always said to take in the good, throw the bad...' Pein said wryly, in a rare moment of cheekiness. Yet it did not drive with his impassive face.
'And a shock to the old ticker,' He lifted a hand to his chest. 'Is good for the blood.'
'Now, come,' He implored with an inviting hand held out.
'I stripped the retrieval of the Kyuubi from Itachi on the pretext that I will harvest it myself. If we don't move now, then when?'
Konan agreed with him, obediently and murmured, 'By your leave.' under her breath. Then, a thought struck her and she shared a smile to herself, a smile that Pein caught.
'What so funny?'
He was a little daunted with that smile. Konan, after all, only smiled as often as he raced horses. Which is, never.
And Konan, with that tiniest, littlest curve of her lip still simpering, shrugged her shoulders.
Pain.
'Nothing.'
I'm not old, no. Just thick ... Pein is indeed, a pain in the butt...