MACHIKO NAKAMURA

• name; Machiko Nakamura
• age; 17
• gender; Female
• clubs; Hostess Club
• nationality; Japanese
• birthday; March 15th
• blood type; A-
• hair color; Black
• eye color; Dark Brown
• favorite subjects; English, home economics
• favorite foods; Chicken, pasta
• occupation; Third year
• relationship status; Single
• crushing on; None currently

Machiko has black hair that ends just past her shoulders, and bangs that are cut to look a little messed up. She has a tendency to wear her hair in a messy bun on the side of her head when she’s getting ready for hosting, or when she’s cooking. Her skin is very pale, and she’s always very protective of her skin when she has to go outside.

When she’s outside of the school, she’ll wear the trendy clothes, and she’ll wear them well. But when she’s in her house, all by herself, she likes to wear baggy sweatshirts, particularly ones that her older brother has left around on his visits back from university.

Machiko speaks her mind quite often. In fact, she has a habit of telling stories. Exaggerating things that have happened, and if it involves her, she will always have a different story. If you asked her where she got a shirt, she won’t tell anyone the same story. Even the same person will have a different story if they ask again. She finds it more interesting, and it keeps her personal information that roams around to a minimum.

She has no ill intentions with her stories, and does her best to make sure that the information about others in each story is true. In her story telling, she’s merely trying to avoid talking about herself, not about others. Her heart is full of gold, and she wants to help all of her friends, and anyone she can talk to if they are having a bad day.

Her family and friends mean the most to her. Her older brother especially. She’ll drop nearly everything when her brother calls, though she certainly wouldn’t tell anyone that was the reason she randomly leaves when he happens to be in town.

The Nakamura parents are both expert musicians and met during a stint in the same orchestra. Their love story is one that they tell quite often, even when they were forcing their two children into studying music. Forced piano lessons, forced vocal lessons, trying to find what instrument they best played. It was a troublesome period when they were being told what to do and when to do it. Machiko excelled at cello and vocals, which her parents forced her to continue.

Her brother was more rebellious, and only practised piano when he and Machiko were alone. When he went off to university, he told his parents he was going to study math, and was going to be a teacher. And since then, Machiko has been under more pressure than ever to study her cello and vocal lessons.

Machiko’s story telling started back in middle school. Everyone knew who her parents were, and everyone wanted to know the next thing to happen with them. She was bored of being a second thought in a conversation with her. So, she started making interesting stories when people asked about her day. Weaving different tales, and because each one was different, never having to worry about lies. Eventually everyone realized they were getting stories, but no one called her out on it.