Kozue Kaoru
| Kozue Kaoru | |
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| IC Information | |
| Full Name: | Kozue Kaoru |
| Aliases: | Aohime, Wild Animal |
| Gender: | Female |
| Age: | 14 |
| Height: | 159 cm/5'3" |
| Hair Color: | Violet |
| Eye Color: | Cyan |
| Favorite Subject: | PE |
| Character Theme: | [] |
| Dossier | |
| Organizations: | Ends of the World |
| Clubs: | Swimming Club |
| Stroke: | Breaststroke |
| School: | Ohtori Academy (Grade 8) |
| OOC Information | |
| Source: | Revolutionary Girl Utena (FC) |
| Player: | Eri |
"We don't need any parents. After all, we're wild animals."
Ever since the beginning of her schooling at Ohtori Academy, Kozue Kaoru was seen as the inferior to her twin brother Miki, forever destined to live in his shadow. Once she entered middle school, she changed this dynamic by cultivating a scandalous reputation of collecting boyfriends as if they were cheap jewelry, casually adding and discarding them on a whim. While she has a few casual friends, most people are afraid of forming close friendships with her because of her legendary vicious streak. A self-proclaimed wild animal, she has little respect for anyone's power or position, and is willing to suffer disapproval from everyone, most especially her twin.
Background
My twin sister and I used to play with the piano like a toy, in that garden, ever since we were old enough to understand such things. Our playing always used to surprise the grown-ups of the neighborhood. Now I realize all my happiness rested in that garden but... I ruined it.
Well I never had the talent, or the interest. When I was very young, there was a boy next door who often gave me love letters. He always said, 'I love your piano playing.' He had the mistaken idea that I could play the piano well. Since I'd always played with my brother, people thought I was as good as he was. He was such a genius that no matter how much I played, he could cover for it. But when we had a concert... he came down with a fever, and it all fell apart.
Without warning, she fled into the dark and hid. For some time after, she wouldn't say a word. After that she stopped playing the piano.
It came out that I couldn't do anything by myself.
Until then I never realized how much I loved her playing, and how much I loved that garden. No matter how much my technique improved, I couldn't capture that quality of her play. And that's all I continue to play for.
I really haven't thought about that in a while. I remember there was this girl who always came to watch my brother play. Maybe she enjoyed coming more after I was gone?
