Yoshikawa Kei

[Jesus, lol]

Name: Yoshikawa Kei
Age: Fif-tahyn
Description: Petite wouldn't be the right word–petite implies delicate, frail. Kei is small, but she's impish, looking almost like a pixie. Hair that does whatever the hell it wants, and a figure that always seems tightly coiled with energy. She's really quite average, but her SPECTACULAR personality makes up for it!
Also, she fails at fashion. Liek, hardcore. She's usually bugging her favouritest sister Moki for tips, and thiefing her clothes. >:3
Personality: Kei is the sort of girl who would stand out...if only she wasn't surrounded by so many totally awesome people. She's got a very unique way of speaking; long, rambling sentences, with random words emphasized by shouting out. She's a totally awesome happy-pants kind of gal, and seemingly oblivious of drama and romance.

She goes through her days, quite contentedly, hanging out with the guys, gaming, chatting with all sorts of people. Kei has a charisma and genuineness that allows her to be friends with anyone from anywhere without any difficulties. She's just, like, an AWESOME gal.
But totally sucks at schoolwork. She's like...not good at that. D: She'd rather be with like, PEOPLE, and having FUN, than doing math. But for some reason, she's like, awesome at making stuff. She ROCKS at it.
Oh, and when she's pissed, she gets destruction-happy.

History:
Now this is the story all about how my life got twisted upside down
I'd like to take a minute so just sit right there
And I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In West Philadelphia born and raised, on a playground is where I've spent the most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air"

I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it

First class, yo this is bad,
drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
If this's what the people of Bel-Air livin' like,
hmm this might be alright!

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought, 'nah forget it, yo home to Bel-Air!'
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "Yo home, smell you later!"
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there,
To sit my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

[Jesus, lol]

UPDATED. You know, with an actual profile.

Name: Morimoto Kei

Age: Fifteen

Description and/or picture: Kei is a short girl–barely topping five three. She's slight in build, and fairly average in appearance. She's usually paired with an impish grin and strange clothing. Her hands have significant calluses due to her passion for wood and metal working. Her hair brushes the top of her back, and has red, yellow, and orange streaks in it. It's usually tied into pig-tails.

Personality: Kei is something different. She's loud and energetic–focused on cheering others as opposed to herself. She hides behind masks of idiocy, and obliviousness, pretending to be dumber than she is in order to get beneath people's radars. She's a kind-hearted person, optimistic and idealistic (to the point of naivate). It takes a lot to anger her, but when she does, she tends to throw her non-violent values away and destroy things. She's also not a super smart cookie.

History/what they do: Born of an affair that split apart her fathers happiest marriage, Kei was used to being ignored in favor of her prettier, smarter, more talented sisters. Sisters that were not spitting images of their mother's, perpetual reminders of what had happened.
She admired Moki, who managed to smile past heartache, and loved Kei for Kei, instead of resenting her. Kei started to shadow and emulate Moki. Craving acknowledgement and attention, Kei became the second Moki, suppressing her loneliness and misery in favor of smiles.
Upon the recent breakage of her arm, she's moved in with her mother, forsaking the Yoshikawa name and inheritance to become Morimoto. She's starting to find her own happiness.

Anything else you would like to add: She's a sweetheart! <3333 AND ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT LOL.