Post by maidenofsilence on Nov 1, 2010 16:31:32 GMT -6
::Amami Kazunari::
Type: Original
Age: Fifteen
Year and Class: 1-C
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Crushes: None as of now.
Face Claim: Emil Castagnier of Tales of Syphonia: Dawn of the New World
Description:
Standing at 5’ 6”, just about average, and with a slightly slimmer build than most would have, Amami could look almost normal. His hair, though, is blonde, and he’s got a cowlick that doesn’t ever want to stay down. His face makes him look a bit younger than fifteen, and his almost-ever-present timid expression intensifies the effect. Amami looks most like his foreign mother, with his hair and bright green eyes. He doesn’t look like he could hurt a fly and his emotions always show on his face.[/size]
Kazunari wears the uniform of his former school at the moment, a high necked white shirt covered by a blue jacket that has white cuffs. It has two pockets, neither of them breast pockets, and three buttons. He wears grey pants and brown shoes.When he receives his new uniform, it will be that of the high school in Hikarizaka, a cream striped white button down with a red tie and a pale yellow jacket with two pockets and three buttons, along with blue pants and brown shoes.
When dressing casually, or really just out of school, Kazunari dresses to blend in. He watches people to see what most of his age group are wearing, adds in a hat to hide his hair or something to distract from it. He likes to wear white or black as well, though solid colors are also alright with him.
Personality:
Kazunari is comfortable with letting others make decisions and being a follower. He still appreciates his individuality, but prefers watching others and seeing what works or doesn’t work for them. He thinks before he leaps, and isn’t much of a risk taker. Although he treasures his personal space, he also feels a need to blend in with the background. He files things away into his memory, and will hold a grudge but rarely act on it further than slight displays of passive aggression.[/size]
Logic is everything to Amami, he refuses to listen to anything unless it is proven, or he has good reason to. He can’t stand intuition and he refuses to leave anything undone. He works himself to the point of extreme stress, but won’t give up his tendencies as a perfectionist. He likes cooking and other household chores and hates disorder. When things aren’t perfect, he will fix them. With this mindset, he has gained a series of helpful home skills.
Kazu wants to be a novelist, but knows that he’s really too weak to do anything for the amount of time it would take and stress it would give him. Instead he realizes it is most likely that he will continue to work in his parents’ flower shop after graduating as he did before he transferred to Hikarizaka, working at the register and helping cut flowers. He still aims for a shot at his dream, though, and gets good enough grades to try for a college even if his social skills are lacking.
As a timid person, Kazunari does have problems with self-advocacy and since his attempts at socialization are feeble, he can rarely make friends. Although he tries to have an open mind, change is hard for him, seeing as he needs someone around to tell him that the world’s not going to fall to pieces every time that something varies from what he’s used to. Large enough stress sends him into either a withdrawal from society or the more common physical problems he usually has.
History:
Amami Akira and Watanabe Natsumi had known each other for years. They were the eldest son of an entirely average family and the youngest daughter of a foreign businessman. They’d gone to school together in the large city where they lived, but she’d always ignored him to her utmost ability. When he continually asked her to date him, she’d consistently turn him down. Until she got fed up with him and gave into a ‘trial period,’ which turned out to span four years; on their fourth anniversary, he proposed. Which he thought was terribly romantic and she thought was terribly cheesy, but accepted all the same. Two years after their marriage, they had a son.[/size]
Kazunari was raised like any other child in the big city; he was painstakingly normal. Even his parents couldn’t find anything uniquely him. And then his unending parade of illnesses set in. First it was simply a heart murmur-benign, then a cold or two, and then his immune system seemed to have given up for absolutely no reason. Anemia was present even when fever was not, and it was difficult for him to attend his first years of school, even with his premature brilliance in language arts and his family and mimicry-taught skills.
When he was seven, Kazunari was strong enough for his family to put him into a nearly entirely uninterrupted first grade year. At the end of the year, his teachers informed his parents that since they had tried their best to keep him caught up with schooling, he could be placed in his age group again. Only the anemia lingered through his third and fourth grade years, and his parents thought Kazu was recovering. Even the anemia died down by the time he entered his fifth grade year. Midway through, however, he became ill again and was kept home for a few weeks. In these weeks, he was told of a cousin—Tanaka Ataru, son of his father’s younger sister. Kazunari was informed of his existence at the same time he was informed of his contact; a letter.
That letter was the first of a conversation that would span years. Very quickly, they were Kazunari’s chance to use his writing skill, share it, have something important to come home to. This was around the time when he began really writing stories; some just a sentence or two long, some with page numbers in the double or triple digits. He'd share snatches of these, and his poetry, with Ataru, and with encouragement, his skills flourished. The written word was a way for Kazunari to express his world and thoughts to the people around him without speaking and utterly embarrassing himself. He played with his gift, found more and more enjoyment in it and ultimately, realized it was his calling. Much more than any flower shop his parents ran.
School went smoothly from then on; only small dissimilarities between him and his peers. He was able to have near perfect attendance through seventh grade. Near the end of eighth grade, he became ill once more and was unable to attend the last few weeks. Instead of letting him attend his first few days of high school, Kazu’s parents contacted Akira’s sister, and then Ataru. It was decided that for his health, he would stay with his cousin in a smaller city with clearer air, which his parents thought would do him good. Although he's entirely stressed and unsure about the change, Kazunari finds some reconciliation in the fact that he won't be entirely alone in a new place.
Controller's Information
Nickname: Eregelu “Ere”, meaning First Frost
Age: Thirteen
Gender: Female
Seen the Anime/Played the Game?: Anime.
How Did You Find Us?: Bing.
Sample RP:
Red
With a small sigh, the wind let up, and allowed the clouds to shade the placid mountain town where a short blonde boy was saddling his horse. His name was Red, though his appearance wouldn’t show it. He had blue eyes and wore only dark grey. The only hint of red about him or his horse was a crimson ribbon tied around his wrist. Hiding his barcode. All Slaves got one; a number that marked them as objects that, in the year of 3012, were sold legally for sport hunting and eternal servitude. With a small shake of his head, the boy swung into his saddle and was off into the darkness of the clouded sun.
It was a city he was headed for, the Feral City; the city of lost Slaves. Or what was left of it, anyway. Most Slaves called the Feral City death waiting to happen for any fool enough to set foot there. But Red knew not to be scared of death in a city that he discerned still held the final escape from mankind for Slaves; the Grandmother. In legend, she was said to be the mother of all creatures, in story she was a hag who knew the fates, in myth she was one of their number, and in reality, no one was quite sure because whoever went to see her never returned.
Red was off to see the Grandmother, whether she be in business only to kill Slaves or to free them. Maybe both, if he thought about it hard enough. Red laughed at that, a lady who got kicks out of killing Slaves in the mindset that she was freeing them. It didn’t matter much, though, Red had been a Slave born to be hunted. Death was always just a misstep away.
For three days and two nights, Red rode towards the sunset. He kept up pace, and barely stopped to let his horse rest. By the time the pair; horse and boy, reached the ruins of a sparkling ruby-encrusted city, they were both badly deprived of sleep and energy. But Red still had his wits about him, and he released his horse, knowing what might lay within the Feral City. The Slave boy untied his ribbon and released it to the breeze; as a streak of blood, it touched the sky, and then was swept away by a gasping wind. He smiled.
The gates of the city were broken in, as were the walls that used to protect it. With a dark grey boot, Red nudged the gate out of his path. The city itself was worse than the walls and the gate. No house was standing and no bird sung for the people that weren’t there anymore. What had once been a great Slave city, was now the home for unmoving stone. And then something caught Red’s eye. The movement of something grey beyond the rock. And then before him stood a wolf, twice the size of any wolf Red had ever met, and it smiled down on him with sharp, shimmering teeth.
If you hadn’t noticed, that was Red Riding Hood…