Post by nakano on Jan 14, 2012 2:25:36 GMT -6
::Koizumi Naoki::
Type: Original Character
Age: 15
Year and Class: 1-B
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Crushes: N/A
Face Claim: Kagamine Len (Vocaloid)
Description:
By normal people standards, it wouldn't be wrong to say that Naoki is a good-looking boy due to his cute-looking face and his soft features. He has a slim physique, possessing neither fat nor muscle definition and settling for a border between the two, weighting around 125 pounds [57 kg]. Neither tall nor short, although shorter than average, Naoki's height is around 5'3" [161 cm]. His blonde hair, usually tied back in a very short ponytail, is natural due to the genes in his family and his eyes are teal-colored. He also wears glasses because of his myopia.[/size]
While at school, Naoki wears the usual uniform provided by the school. He has no distinct way of wearing it, prefering not to stand out too much and attract unneeded attention. Anywhere else or in public, he prefers to wear simple clothing such as a T-shirt with pants, shoes, socks and maybe a vest depending on the weather. He often has a pair of headphones around him, most likely resting around his neck whenever they are not used by the boy.
Personality:
An introvert by nature, Naoki had always enjoyed spending time by himself rather than hanging out with people. To him, being alone felt like a way for him to think about things that wouldn't really matter in everyday life along with a way of relaxing thanks to the countless books that are filling his modest library. Ever since he learned how to write, read and manipulate his limbs to the limits a child would at that age, Naoki had taken a liking to reading anything that fell into his hands from books to mangas, with a preference for the former. As such, someone would usually see the boy sitting somewhere during break concentrating on the latest writing that drew his interest. His favorite spot is under a tree in the courtyard.[/size]
Although he prefers being alone, saying that Naoki is shy would be a wrong thing to say. Naoki is a person that is easily annoyed whenever he wants to be by himself, which is almost all the time, and an annoyed Naoki is someone that has both a sharp tongue and a tendency to be blunt when he tells someone off or when commenting on something that doesn't make sense. He usually goes straight to the point if he ever feels the need to talk to someone. He simply dislikes having company around rather than him being awkward during a conversation.
Along with reading, Naoki has an interest in music. In fact, he even plays the keyboard at home ever since he was eight, having asked his parents to buy him one for his birthday. While not a master, Naoki is fairly skilled with that instrument and really enjoys playing it when the mood comes to him.
His favorite classes are Japanese and English, where his interest for reading really shrines and his least favorite is physical education. Although not complaining about it, he feels like having to go through such a class is a bore. Naoki enjoys eating fish and seafoods, and dislikes foods that are too sweet.
History:
Naoki had always been, befitting the meaning of his name, a docile person in the sense that he was very introverted. Unlike Momoka, his twin sister, who was his complete opposite and a very energetic girl in her youth, Naoki prefered having no company around other than a book and a pair of headphones, to his sibling's dismay. The two of them were as different as the moon and the sun, and it was painfully obvious to anyone that observed them that the sun was extremely perseverent in her attempts to make her brother play with her.[/size]
Thus, for as long as he could remember, Naoki had always been dragged around by her. That was usually how he explored the world that surrounded him, by having Momoka pulling him by the collar whether he wanted it or not. He grew with dealing with it, of course, for ever since the tender age of six, Naoki had acquired the knowledge that his sister was extremely stubborn to the point of nearly throwing tantrums if he refused her too much. He was better off going with her than having to deal with his parents trying to reason him. Her shenanigans would happen anytime; the mere sound of her energetic stomping on the wooden floor meant that she was about to drag him out of his daily readings. The boy might have appeared a little peeved if not annoyed at his sister, Naoki grew to like the constant company she gave him, considering her even now as the only person who became a true friend to him. He even started to become a little more outgoing than he was before that and started to get some friends (usually people who were Momoka's friends, whether male or female).
That was how Naoki grew up in Hikarizaka until his whole lifestyle broke apart in front of his very eyes. At the age of fourteen, when both of the Koizumi siblings were still attending middle school, something happened between his parents. He had noticed some time ago that their relationship wasn't going well; he remembered the cold eyes his mother sometimes gave her husband when they met during supper, and the rasp in the former's throat whenever she spoke was an obvious sign that she shrieked a lot, probably at his father. Even a child would have guessed that they were fighting, even if they didn't do it in front of him. The eventual outcome was a predictable one: the Koizumi family ended with a divorce, dividing the family in two. His father took Momoko along with him and moved away from Hikarizaka, and his mother kept Naoki with her.
Naoki was devastated by the loss of Momoka in his life. He got depressed, eventually breaking the few bonds he had with his friends, with them becoming mere acquaintances and slowly reverted to the boy he once was. Even though he still communicated with his twin sister via texting on his cellphone, it wasn't the same to the boy. He passed the rest of his third year of middle school alone, usually sitting in the library reading books like he always did. Thus ends the brief summary of Koizumi Naoki's life up to now.
Controller's Information
Nickname: Nakano
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Seen the Anime/Played the Game?: Yes
How Did You Find Us?: Hide and seek
Sample RP:
From Fate/Nuovo Guerra:
He had to admit that touring the small girl that was supposed to be his Servant around the city of Lucca was quite the new experience for him. It wasn't exactly as unpleasant as he had thought earlier during the morning, where he literally had to fight just so he could get up from bed at 0630 hours and leaving thirty minutes afterward. In fact, he found it quite relaxing even if the weather didn't show itself as being very good; it appeared that it was going to rain the next day if he went with the weather forecast's predictions.Around an hour and a half into the tour, Zack decided to cut the trip short by dragging Assassin along into some twisted shopping spree where, curiously, the usual roles when it came to gender were reversed. The reason why he did so was due to the fact that the girl had nothing to wear except her shamanic robes and the spare clothes he had lent her. Wanting for her to live as normal as possible, the only viable solution for the complete lack of outfits was to buy some. Clothing, accessories, garments... The redheaded Enforcer, under his usual bored expression, found himself secretly enjoying dressing his Servant up into various outfits as they got to many different stores. Especially in a suit, even if the formal wear wasn't exactly the most suited thing for a petite girl such as Ahwang Kongju. Nearly half an hour was spent until the man decided that he had bought enough, and with two bags filled with accessories and clothing the pair finally left the last establishment.
Once they got outside, Zack took the time to take a small glance at his wristwatch. It was quickly approaching nine in the morning, meaning that they had spent nearly two hours outside of his appartment. "I guess now is the good time for a break, right?" He wondered aloud as he sweeped the streets with a teal gaze, looking for a shop or a restaurant that they could relax at. Zack's eyes stopped at the sight of a small establishment that could very well be a café. From an outsider's look, it appeared that the place was practically exhuding «I'm so plain, but please come anyway» due to its plain-coloured light brown brick walls and the old, darker door that ornated the entrance. The only thing worthy of note to the man's eyes was the sign that sat on top of the door, the name to be more precise. "Un Nome Straniero." The Italian rolled out of the man's lips as he read aloud what was written on the wooden sign. A red eyebrow was raised as he mentally translated the name into his native language. A Foreign Name... How original. The remark, translated as an internal thought, was sarcastic as Zack noted the clear lack of originality and inspiration the one who came up with the establishment's name had. Nevertheless, it was probably the only thing that caught his attention when he looked around. "It looks boring, but let's try that place." He told Assassin, looking at the girl as she delicately placed the new hair decor he bought for her on her purple mane.
The coffee shop's interior design was very different from what it looked like from the outside. Looking from, again, an outsider's eyes the place didn't look like it had enough patrons to get by, but once someone got inside the initial opinion would be quickly proven to be false. It wasn't as if it had the most luxurious look of the whole Italian coffee chain, but the place could be considered as lovely. "Not so bad after all..." Were the words that Zack said upon entering the small establishment and heading for the best place they could sit at, a table with an outside view.
Shortly after sitting down and wondering what to pick the duo was greeted by one of the waitresses that worked in the coffee shop. As expected of such an establishment, the young woman's outfit didn't show itself to be extraordinary. It was a simple, standard uniform that consisted of a shirt of the very same colour the brick wall outside exposed and a similarily coloured pair of pants. If Zack had anything to comment on the uniform it would be that it went very well with her hair, styled into a ponytail with the help of an elastic. The woman, after a short exchange of greetings between her customers and herself, asked for their orders.
"Coffee, and tea. One of each, please." Zack said with the friendliest voice he could muster, smiling as he told the types of drinks he wanted. Responding with that very same stretch of lips, the waitress left their table to attend her duties her job demanded. Watching her go, Zack couldn't help but change his opinion about the choice of uniforms. On a slightly perverted train of thoughts, I may tell you. Train of thoughts that was, unfortunately for the red-haired lazy bum, interrupted by the sound of Assassin's soft voice.
"A Servant, hm?" He whispered back, his face turning a little more serious. According to the girl, one of her kindred spirits was around their location. More precisely, in that same coffee shop they were currently in. Following the direction her indigo gaze pointed at, Zack saw the subjects of her observations. There was, seated at a table in the corner of the room, a couple consisting of a tall-looking blonde effeminate gloomy man that was presumed to be the Servant and a shorter orange-haired grumpy plain-looking young woman who was, as well, presumed to be the one who held the leash. From the looks of it, the atmosphere they shared in their own little world appeared to be quite the sad one, as if something went terribly wrong. "I see."
Now that he thought of it, he remembered seeing those two back when he entered the coffee shop with Assassin. It was granted, considering the noise the bespectacled girl made by spilling a good part of her coffee with a high-pitched wince. The sight, even though it would usually make someone wince as they shared their pain with the orange, had provoked a slight chuckle from Zack to Ahwang's apparent confusion. He handwaved it shortly after, saying that it was the way he was.
So that girl is one of the many Masters in this whole game, huh? That was the last thing he thought before the return of the lovely waitress with the ponytail in a brown uniform who came to bring their orders of a pair of cups, each with a different hot and steamy concoction that filled their shape. The young woman left after being thanked for her work, punctuated with a quick wink coming from the Enforcer. With that, Zack took his cup of black coffee in hand and took a testing sip after softly blowing on the hot liquid. "It's not bad at all." He commented on the bitter taste his drink had. A bitter, caffeine-filled taste brought quite the good news to Zack's senses, and it appeared to have quite the same effect on Ahwang's mood who blissfully sipped at her cup of black tea.
"He's leaving..." She was probably talking about that effeminate Servant since Zack saw him leave through the exit of Un Nome Straniero, leaving only the sound of the door's chimes behind him.
The sight of the tall man leaving the store gave him, in some weird twisted way or another that few people could manage, the sudden idea of getting acquainted with the grumpy young woman. After all, it wasn't very often that he saw someone as young as that girl was participating in an event such as the Holy Grail war. He might as well get to know her before she died an early death by the hand of one of the other participants, excluding himself as he was uninterested in such murderous actions.
Getting up from his seat with his cup of coffee in hand, Zack gestured at his Servant to follow him to the girl's table after placing the two clothes-filled bags on his chair. The way he traveled from his table to hers was, like usual for him, very nonchalantly. Slow, seemingly uninterested about the world that surrounded him and Assassin, Zack made his way toward the corner of the store where an orange-haired girl was sitting at. "Hey." He made his presence known to his fellow Master and raised his free hand in greetings. Acting as if he was a friend of hers, Zack took one of the chairs remaining and sat in front of the girl, with Ahwang sitting at the other. He placed his cup of coffee on the hard surface of the table.
"Well, well, well." He contemplated his next words with a casual grin, as if wanting to get a reaction or two from the orange-haired girl. "I wouldn't have expected such a pretty thing to participate in such a troublesome massacre."