Post by Akiyama Sukoto on Nov 6, 2014 22:29:36 GMT -6
Tennouji Kotarou - Rewrite!
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#Name; Akiyama Sukoto (Last, First)
#Age ; 17
#Gender ; Male
#Sexuality ; A-Sexual (This doesn't mean he can't have attraction towards someone, only that he cannot be physically drawn to them. This means a strong emotional bond may be necessary for him to have any attraction.)
#D.O.B. ; January 31, 1985
#Occupation ; Student
#Year and class ; 2-B
#Height ; 5'8
#Weight ; 142 lbs.
#Physique ; Defined. He has a muscular tone that usually stays hidden.
#Hair color and style ; Light brown. Extremely messy.
#Eye color ; An ambrosia gold, accompanied by a few darker flecks.
#Other appearance details (optional) ; An small frown seems to frequently plaster itself on his face.
#Clothing styles ; His clothing styles seem to almost alternate randomly, and yet they might have a pattern.
#A more thorough description (optional) ; A somewhat lanky teenager, his cut form is not so prominent that his muscles show through his clothing. Somehow, his face seems to always be solemn, having a sort of quality to it, not frightening, yet not appealing either. The hair that lies upon his head is so frequently shuffled and tossed by his hands that it's become ever controlled by dis-order. His face is soft, the somewhat round face of his become unbelievably sharp at times. Somehow manage to anger him, and the glare that he can put off will likely pierce your very soul. A small jagged scar rests upon the back of his head, though it is almost always hid by his hair.
#Personality ;
Easily, you could assume Akiyama Sukoto is very reserved and stoic. As a fact of the matter, he mostly is, and keeps a cool head about everything. But, as you delve deeper into the inner workings of him, you see that not everything he may seem like is true. You see that he's not silent because of an uncaring demeanor, but because of his serious contemplation of anything guided towards him. You see that he's always sporting a frown, not because he sees nothing to smile about, but because he wants something to smile about.
If, after knowing this, you tried to get get closer to him, then he'd warm up to you rather quickly. What was once quiet and contemplative, you'd soon see to be mirthful and friendly, his imposing appearance all but fading away. You'd see that, under everything, he was a normal teenager, nothing less, though a little more.
Adoring any type of music or art, he envies those with the talent to create it. You'd see that, being complete rubbish at creating any type of art, he could only satiate his desires for it by going to the small galleries located around Hikarizaka. You'd also see how defensive he was about his views on it, or his views on anything for that matter, though he does accept other opinions with open arms.
Though his emotions have nearly no resilience towards anything other than threats and shouts, he himself seems to not even notice it. Though, even weak as they are, there not a really strong factor in his life unless some points become heated. Still though, he runs on no complex, no special 'rules', and not under the control of destroying emotions. He simply does, because he does. Though, should he have an important reason, rest assured that he'd see it through.
#History ;
Akiyama's not too old ancestors were travelers from a Northern part of Scotland, thus giving him a rather foreign look compared to others. He'd been slightly isolated due to this. Despite it, though, Sukoto had a relatively normal childhood in Tokyo, though he did have parents who were much higher than middle class. Even so, he didn't live a life of pamper, his parents having only bought things out of necessity. (Though his friends would argue he had a very large house.) Nothing of particular interest happened. He met friends, had quarrels, lost friends, and the cycle continued. His father a Nephrologist, and his mother a housewife, Akiyama grew up around the knowledge of medical care. Though he never took a large liking to it, it did help him learn some handy things. Regardless, he grew up without an idea for occupation.
Then when he was around nine, his family decided to move somewhere the hustle and bustle of a large town couldn't reach them. It wasn't for any big reason, or any tremendous accident. They simply did because they wanted to, though if you asked his parents, they would say they needed to. After much research and consideration, they decided on Hikarizaka, a small town about four hours away.
Akiyama had the usual tearful goodbyes with friends and such, but he got over it well enough. Upon arrival, Sukoto was put into a Taekwondo dojo as a 'gift' from his parents. He didn't really mind it, though he didn't have a large liking towards it. He stayed in that class until he acheived his Black Belt of the Fourth Degree six years later.
At age fifteen, Sukoto was signed up for an exchange program, much to his opposition. However, this was due to the amount of change he'd see, and secretly, he'd actually adored the idea. He was to go to somewhere in the state of New York in America, though he can't quite remember where. He'd done well enough that year, or at least, well enough to gain credit for the classes he'd taken. Also received was an understanding of the English language, even if he'd fumble with the words from time to time. Still, uneventfulness followed him here as well and, soon enough, when the time came to return to Japan, he hadn't a single story to tell.
At age fifteen, Sukoto was signed up for an exchange program, much to his opposition. However, this was due to the amount of change he'd see, and secretly, he'd actually adored the idea. He was to go to somewhere in the state of New York in America, though he can't quite remember where. He'd done well enough that year, or at least, well enough to gain credit for the classes he'd taken. Also received was an understanding of the English language, even if he'd fumble with the words from time to time. Still, uneventfulness followed him here as well and, soon enough, when the time came to return to Japan, he hadn't a single story to tell.
That was it. As per his entire life, he had no story. No tragedy. No anything but the mundane encounters and moments that he came to enjoy so very well. Adaptation wasn't a large part, nor was sadness. None could possibly get to the level of frivolousness that Sukoto somehow achieved, or at least he'd argue. There were thing however, he'd been sheltered from, protected as he'd never believed he'd been.
For example, when the grandmother he'd adored died of terminal cancer, he'd not been informed. The family hadn't gone to her funeral, and Sukoto went on with his life. Another, when his grandfather committed suicide a year later, he'd already forgotten of his existence. He didn't know of his unborn sister's death, nor of the amount of turbulence his father's hospital was going through. He didn't know that such was the reason for moving there. He didn't know that he'd needed surgery at birth to remove a life threatening cyst on the back of his head. He didn't know he had a relative in Hikarizaka, that of which he'd never met before. He didn't know anything, not because he chose not to, but because he wouldn't be able to bear it from his lack of emotional strength
So, all in all, the Akiyama Sukoto he knew himself as had a particularly indifferent life. It's yet to be seen if that's going to change.
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Last (Hello again!)
#Age ; 15
#Gender ; Hasn't changed, as far as I can tell.
(Male)
#Seen the anime/played the visual novel? ; Anime was great. I've gotten the visual novel, but have still only gotten through with Tomoyo's route, though I've started Kotomi's
#How did you find us? ; Looked up Clannad Role Plays
#Sample RP ;
As Akiyama exited his dojo, the sun painted a blossom of hues across the sky. It was just like everyday, and he had no objections to such things. After all, some semblance of order had to be arranged in order for sanity to thrive, or so he thought. As his shoes clacked upon the pavement, though, he supposed he wouldn't mind some change. Things were quite bleak these days, and he'd had his fair share of bleakness.
Looking up to spot a small group of younger children chattering loudly on the sidewalk, he felt a sense of envy spark in him. And yet, he didn't. Like a flickering flame, it appeared and then gave way to nothingness. Sighing to himself, he continued walking, past the kids, and up to his house. Not his home, but his house. His home was somewhere, four hours away.
But he digressed, things they were, and things not helped they'd be. He supposed the feeling would fade away by the end of the week. All things did. Then, he could get back into the swing of things, back into the normality that each day so graciously offered. But, as he further echoed his steps around the area, an unknown feeling became prominent among his mind. He didn't know what it was at first, didn't really want to know. But it soon cleared itself up.
"Ah...I'm lonely?" A glance down at his hands, upturned, palms towards the sky and reaching out, still pudgy from the baby fat, lingering at the age of twelve. "It'll pass." And, as he drifted through the small courtyard to his front door, tears dampened the stagnant soil of his trail.