Post by red on Feb 5, 2012 23:23:30 GMT -6
::Sunohara Youhei::
Type: Canon
Age: Seventeen
Year and Class: 3-D
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Face Claim: Sunohara Youhei
Description:
Youhei is a typical seventeen year old boy. He dresses just as any schoolboy would, and sports his atrociously colored school uniform on most school days. When school is over, however, and he is ready to chillax; he wears casua lattire. He doesn't care about being formal, as long as he doesn't have to.[/size]
His small stature is mediocre for his size, only coming in at a measly 5'6". Despite his height, his weight in muscle and fat balance out at a nice 121 lbs. This gives him a pretty small look, but shouldn't be underestimated. He is quite strong and nimble, compared to regular terms.
His hair is an unnatural color, or so has been stated. He bleaches it blonde every so often, hiding his natural hair color, black. His eyes are a light shade of blue, which accents his bleached hair very well.
Personality:
Girls, girls, girls. This is one thing that will never leave Youhei's mind, ever. Tomoya has even come to believe that he no longer thinks about anything else. Being a constant pursuer of women, and getting the constant hammer of rejection has hardened him a bit. More or less he won't become upset when he has been rejected by a girl. He'll just move on to his next prey. Though don't get him wrong, it has been proven that he actually wants a stable girlfriend. It's just that no one wants a stable Youhei.[/size]
Friends are one of the most important things he cherishes. He does a lot for them, and is usually willing to go a long way to make them happy. He tries his best to understand his friends, and likes it when everyone is having a good time. Trying his hardest to strive for the better, he wants nothing more than to keep his friends close.
Friends come second only to his little sister. Some may think he might not care as much as he should anymore, but deep down he loves his sister. He cares about her more than anything, and wants nothing more than to protect her. Wishing her the best, and understanding her is one thing he always does. Though she seems to not look up to him anymore, and they have grown quite distant.
Though he can come off as a jerk, and quite oblivious. Naive to certain situations, and not understanding some words/phrases may not be much of a surprise to him. He tries his best to get the limelight but always fails, as no one will ever pay attention to him. Though his heart is in the right place, his mind tends to stay in the wrong. Tricking Youhei is quite an easy task, though this is more humorous due to his died hair. Being gullible is a massive trait of his, and Tomoya being the manipulative jerk that he is, usually takes advantage of this.
In public Youhei is quite the romantic, which has already been established. Though he is one to easily get a party started, or in worse cases, get the trouble started. Tomoya and Youhei are deemed as the "Dirty Pair" in school, and seen as delinquents. Youhei doesn't consider himself a delinquent, but more or less a 'prankster' of sorts.
Youhei is fun-loving, caring, and kind. He understands people quite easily, but still can be kind massively oblivious to things around him, other than around others. He's not that bright in book smarts, nor common sense, but to a small degree of street smarts, and a very good conman. This allows him to further himself without much work done by him, he's a true nobleman.
The only time Youhei could and possibly will turn sour, is when someone uses a handicap as an excuse to get their way. This is mostly due to the fact that he was kicked off the soccer team. Bullies and of the like also irk him to a large extent. Though he doesn't seem to do anything in the chance that a bully does pick on someone that he has no relation with. This could be seen as contradicting due to the fact that he is seen constantly 'bullying' his underclassmen. Though this isn't under his terms of 'bullying' as bullying is under serious circumstances, when the mood is light and you slap around a few kids, that's not bullying in Youhei's eyes.
Aside from all of his good and bad traits, the main one of all is his massive pride. His opinion of himself knows no boundaries, and he himself feels like he can do no wrongs. This is why he gets into all the trouble, why he lacks common sense, and is easily manipulated. He will immediately believe any compliment that is given, and tries his best to adapt to any situation that arises. He is also known to be quite the actor.
History:
Youhei used to be a sweet boy, he cared for his sister as a child, and was always there to protect her. Youhei and his sister lived on the countryside, with a very simple family. They cared for eachother, and it was quite well. Since he lived through most of his middle school in the country, there was no way for him to make friends in the city. It was hard for him, due to how much he stuck to being semi-antisocial in public.[/size]
Middle school was the most productive time for him. He actually cared somewhat about grades, and didn't play the fool so much. His hardy nature was still there, just covered by innocence and love. Though he tried his best, he was never really that bright in books and reading, he was mostly just able to use his street smarts and witty/cunning personality to get his way.
The time came, and he had to move out, to go to high school, far away from his parents, and far away from his sister. They grew distant, over the time of his absence. Youhei actually longed for the little sister he was always protecting, but grew somewhat cold to her as well, though this is not noticed by him. He still loves his sister a lot.
Though this all changed when his soccer club kicked him out, after a fight. Being sent for punishment, he exited a room to come face to face to a man who looked just as rowdy as him. Within that instant he became best friends with Tomoya, and they have been this ever since. Usually chilling at his place, or going out to eat.
Tomoya and Youhei are great friends, and their meeting wasn't by chance at all. The teacher who was taking Tomoya to the principal had set the 'by chance' meeting up, so they both could become friends. It worked, and the plan was a success. They were now almost inseparable, though there are things that can get between best friends.
Controller's Information
Nickname: RED
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Male
Seen the Anime/Played the Game?: Seen the anime twice, still could brush up on some stuff though.
How Did You Find Us?: Advertisement on a forum.
Sample RP:
His head snapped to attention as he felt the massive wind from a musket shot that whizzed past him. Slapping the side of his leg, he pulled on his leg as he lifted out of his chair. People heard wind of his showing up in these parts. He wasn't well liked, nor was this a welcoming committee of any 'good' sorts. The unrelenting blow that struck the back of his head sent him straight forward. They had moved quicker than he thought, and he paid the price with a blunt attack to the back of his head. The price was easy to pay, as the wound would clear up easily; which only left him a minor headache.
As he rose from the bar table in front of him, his hand had reached for a glass. Easily taking this, he quickly turned and sprinkled the contents into the patrons eyes. Though this was quick contemplation on his part, there was nothing more pleasing as to see a mans face as something is poured into it. The anger and passion he experienced as the contents soon washed over his face was priceless at that. Though letting go of his joy, he quickly flipped back his chair, then stepped over it nimbly before heading for the door. Grabbing his sword that so gingerly leaned against the wall beside the door, he swung the door open only to be met with a semi-circle of unhappy faces. Or perhaps they were happy? Yeah, they might of been happy. Yet all of them were so ugly, they might of well been born unhappy.
Smirking to himself at the thought, he knew he was in a bind, yet that was another good trait of his; he was capable of laughing in the face of his own demise. It was a good thing to have, but yet even acceptance of his death was overshadowed by his fear of it. So before they even got a chance to move in on him, he felt a shove from his back. Wait, not a shove, it was a kick. The boot hit him hard, shoving him straight into the others. It was quite amazing how much endurance he had, but the kick knocked his senses completely out of whack. His head had snapped back with the force as well, coupled with the massive headache he had from the blunt trauma; you could just say his head was completely spinning.
He could feel hands grabbing his shoulders and sides, then momentum from them pushed him back toward the attacker from behind. It was the man from before, and he didn't look quite happy. Why did people attack him so aggressively? They even fired a shot at him in public... Ohh... Heh, I'm in Demimonde... I forgot, he said to himself as he jokingly chuckled. It was quite funny to him, as he could easily block out the pain from the real world and escape into the catacombs of his imagination. It was something he had done for years, and it got him through some tough times before.
This time, he fell. It hurt, and the only thing that had happened, was he was shoved. Yet the way he landed on the ground, in the dirt, it hurt. Luckily, they weren't on pavement, as right now he might be missing some teeth. There was no need for him to escape his mind anymore. The bullshit that ensued here was getting tiring, and perhaps he would just fight back. Though he had dropped his sword when he was kicked from behind. It was actually quite a ways from him. Though he was face down in the dirt, he could see everything that panned to the right of him. Though that ceased when he felt himself being picked up by his shirt. He could hear the men around him yelling in unison, well not really in unison, it was more or less just them grunting all at the same time. It was quite annoying; really it was really annoying.
"We 'ot ourselfs a catch 'er boys," the accent on the man was horrendous, he spoke such broken English it made Kira's ears cringe. "He 'een hidin' for quite some time." Kira used this time to check his surroundings, since the gentleman before him was so kind that he picked him up by his shirt and held him out in front of him, feet dangling, and somewhat felt extremely uncomfortable. Though he did notice that his entire outfit was extremely dirty now. It did irk him a bit, but at this point... What could he do about it? Nothing, he just had to hope that somehow he could get out of this.
"Seems like somebodies friends 'on't quite care for 'em." the man laughed, as he finished his statement. Then, suddenly Kira's head dropped down. His teeth grit, and he clinched his fist tightly. Looking down his shirt, he closed his eyes, and slowly began to dispute the so called previous fact. "I don't have any friends..." his voice was shaky, and for some reason his body was as well. What he had brought up was a touchy subject to Kira, and it struck a very deep nerve.
"What you say there 'boy? I can't q'uite hear your whisperin'. Are you that 'fraid?" the man chuckled again. "So that must'a been the reason they betrayed you so easily?" bellowing with laughter, but suddenly ceased, and Kira fell down to the ground. For a moment, he felt his blood boil. It was almost literal, he thought he was on fire. His hair stood up on every part of his body, and he could barely see straight. What made him stop? Who silenced him? He questioned himself as he slowly began to stand, looking at the man that now laid unconscious on the floor.
Kira laughed for a moment, then felt his hand, it throbbed with pain. Looking at it, he noticed it now was red, and somewhat bleeding as if he were bitten. Then it hit him, he had punched the man. Punched him directly in the face. Though in the commotion the circle weakened in structure, and a gap was easily located. Using his agility, he took a leap of faith and headed straight for the hole.
Within his seconds he could see his sword, and the entrance to the bar he had been staying at. Without even paying for his drinks, he grabbed his sword from the ground, and began to run from the scene before. Though within that moment, he heard the shouts from behind him. They were en route, and things would only get worse from here. Though perhaps he could easily lose them. He took to the streets, and the pavement and random pedestrians made it easy to single them out and weave in and out of obstacles.
Why wasn't there ever anyone to come to his rescue? He wondered this at all times, he didn't make friends. Never, they're all liars, everyone. Even he himself was a liar, how could he trust people when no one could actually trust him? In reality, he did want someone to save him. Though no one would come, he was always fighting, alone. It was his fault, and it would always be as such. There was no happy ending with a best friends forever meeting for Kira. It was him, himself, and a bunch of men trying to take his head for bounty.
[ Taken from my topic on: LSPA ]
