Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2015 21:16:30 GMT -6
Face Claim: Kagamine Len; Vocaloid (Smallest I could find, please don't kill me!)
#Name ; Ina Masashi
#Age ; 15
#Gender ; Male
#Sexuality ; Heterosexual
#D.O.B. ; April 30, 1988
#Occupation ; Student/Café Waiter
#Year and class ; 3-E
#Height ; 5'5
#Weight ; 130 lbs.
#Physique ; Proportioned
#Hair color and style ; Of a longer length and usually in a small tail at the back of his head. Strawberry blonde.
#Eye color ; A grey-blue
#Other appearance details; His skin seems to be of a snowy complexion.
#Clothing styles ; Explicitly simple, Ina tends to wear clothes that have no designs or collars. In other words, his wardrobe is of bland clothing, such as solid shirts, light pants, and hoodless jackets.
Also notable is the pale and seemingly delicate skin in which he bears. This could suggest a sickly history.
#A more thorough description (optional) ;
Ina Masashi never seems to go into depth with his appearance, though he never seems to be slobbish with it either. Rather, his clothing styles are, in a word, quiet or plain. Easily, you could tell that it isn't a real concern of his life, seeing as he wears little more than black or white shirts, a light jacket, and pants. Even in the summer, the jacket does not leave, nor do the pants.
#Personality ;
Of the many words that describe Ina Masashi, kind, warm and friendly are not among them. Rather, any words that correlate to those in even the slightest amounts are incompatible with him. However, the opposite is also the same, with words referring to him as angry and spiteful also being null. In truth, possibly the only word that could include his entire being at once would be one that many are incapable of understanding
'Distant.'
Ina is also somewhat of an...unannounced genius, in that he has the capabilities to be one (Rather, he is one.) but he does not use this ability to excel. Instead, for reasons hidden in his history, he decides to indulge in his life, rather than worry over everything. Soon enough, he just stopped...trying? Was caring the right word? All in all he just became a...smaller person. What was once a mirthful child, as all were once, evolved not into a friendly or rambunctious being, but instead turned into nothing more than an meek, tired, and worn mind. But those were times long past, and nearly of a different world. Now, that time has been lost, the uncaring forgotten. What remains now is nothing but a being, immature because he refuses to remember what part of his frigid mind is a façade, and what is real.
Understandably, because of the aforementioned, he has become extremely odd, to the extent that he has come to think in a way that is not directly connected in any typical pattern. Of course, his mind is not so horribly disfigured that he cannot keep any current thought live, only so much that he thinks in an odd way.
As stated before, that difference is much more than skin deep. Rather, his entire being is controlled by such a thing, which truly inhibits the possibility of creating any further relationships. Although, it has not gone far enough to destroy his emotions. In actuality, he is actually a very emotionally responsive being, the distance has just brought out things like confusion in place of humor. He also does not directly state his emotions, or let them show prominently on his face, but you can somehow...feel when and what his emotions are.
Masashi is, in a large sense, a strange man in a normal world. He understands this. He understood this from the moment that it became true. He will not try to deny it, and he will not deny that he somehow wants it to change. Mainly because, though he does not care, he has become lonely. And, at times, that loneliness does not anger him, it only saddens him, because he does not want to feel anger in reason of such emotions.
Even though he has the potential to go far, Ina does not have the ability to lead. His mind, in its fractured state, is incapable of directin anything towards greatness, so any position of power would be disastrous when given to him.
Finally, Masashi is not known to take sides in anything. No matter what, he stays on the view of neutrality during any conflict, even if that means staying that way when put between the opinions of an enemy and stranger.
#History ;
As a child, Ina Masashi was as we all were. Kind, mirthful, all those qualities that we once had, those things that linked us all in those days, he had them. He was no different. He grew as we all did, he lived an incredibly boring life as we all did. There was no difference. There was no horrendous accident, and he did not long for one. In reality, he was incredibly normal.
So it goes to say, that the accident, that catalyst to an apocalypse, did not come by some death. Some sickness, though he was rather sickly, his immune system not as strong as most. No, it would never come like that. This life was too boring. Rather, his accident came as a form of thought. His accident, in truth, was not a thought, but it was the way he thought. The mind of his, that had ascended so quickly, that had become so intelligent, was soon thinking about things that have the ability to change the mind. And, at the time that he thought them, he was too much of a fool to know otherwise, and he made a choice.
This choice was not made by one specific thing. Rather, it was a snowball, albeit a small snowball, but still, a snowball nonetheless. And even small snowballs at maximum velocity can do damage. This snowball just so happened to be a conglomeration of small things. Like the way he thought people spoke only bad about him after he was insulted once. Or how he saw everyone as hateful when, one day, he witnessed a young man screaming at a woman. He took stereotypes as reality form he human race, and slowly, he drifted away.
Suddenly, every small thing in life, every mundane activity and conversation, began to roll into one large snowball. Ina became paranoid. Sure that every laugh, that all conversations, that every mocking smile, was directed at him. He lost trust. He lost humility. He lost humor.
He lost himself.
That choice was one that couldn't be revoked. It was a choice that stayed with one, a choice that haunted one's very thought. That choice was one that became him, so that he was the choice, and it was his personality. The choice was to be strong, and the only way that Ina Masashi knew how to become strong, at those naive years of twelve, was to become shrouded, so that he may bear the hardest of emotional blows. Observant, so that everything that was said could be heard. Paranoid, because no one wanted to help the lanky genius, and no one would honestly hold a conversation with someone they hated. And they hated him, didn't they? And that was what happened.
No physical damage. No death. Not a single drop of blood spilled in his name. Ina Masashi became cold because he wanted to be strong, as all children wanted. The only reason this was his way, was because his thought pattern told him it was the only way.
In the sixth year of preliminary, his mind did not stop excelling, but his grades began to slip. His focus changed. He didn't care about grades, he wanted to fit in so they would just stop talking about him. He stopped trying. No longer was he labeled as a genius. When they slipped further, but his mind excelled still, he was labeled as a delinquent. He passed through his schooling, if only barely, for he was not a fool enough to fail, and even after all of the labeling, he did not care. It was more normal to be an idiot than to be a genius. He was strong, so he had gotten what he wanted. And, to Ina Masashi, that was all that mattered.
Of course, to others, this made him seem like an idiot. A child who had only gotten through life by the skin of his teeth. But...that didn't seem quite right, did it? They knew his scores on the placement tests, but they always believed that it had been some mix up. Rather, they refused to believe any show of his true mind at all, because it simply didn't make any sense. But then, his parents, who had remained passive on their son's life for most of his years, finally understood what their son was doing. Not by him saying anything, and not by some epiphany, only because they were of normal intellect, and they were able to but two and two together.
There was a confrontation, but Ina Masashi was not about to drop his life's work. It resulted in him moving out, with the aid of his parents, who did not believe in abandoning a son. They weren't well off, but Ina was able to get a job at a local café to help pay for the rent of an apartment. However, they knew they just couldn't send their son off and hope for the best. They forced him to apply for a private school nearby, rather, to seriously apply for the school. Seeing as his placement scores were in the top fifteen in the nation, he was accepted, despite his bad history. Albeit, it was a very reluctant decision indeed.
Life did not change, his grades and attitude weren't altered. Students saw him as lazy, and he was labeled, once more, as a delinquent. He reached his final year in high school. Still, everything remained. He was waiting to see if anything would change, with a hopeful mind and uncaring heart...
The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Last
#Age (optional) ; Fourteen, an age of wondering naïveté.
#Gender (optional) ; Male
#Ever roleplayed before? ; I'm not too sure.
#Other Characters (if any) ; Gourlay Atsumori, Akiayama Sukoto
#Seen the anime/played the visual novel? ; Both have been attempted, but only the Anime has been completed.
#How did you find us? ; I've forgotten...somehow...
#Sample Writing ;
Ina Masashi awoke in a non-fitful stir. Rather, his eyes merely opened in shadowed reluctance, and he approached a sitting position with the same reluctance. For a moment, he had forgotten where he was, but that tired glance he threw around the summery room told his hazy mind swiftly enough. It wasn't different than every other morning, nor would it ever be. In this way, Ina enjoyed his mornings a little bit more, they required less planning.
He did his normal routine, the familiar form of his apartment cascading through his thoughts. He did the normal things, brushed his teeth and such. Soon enough, he walked back into his room, to read the crimson numbering of his clock. August 14, 2002, 7:07 A.M, it read. He'd be on time, though he didn't really suppose it mattered all that much, a pallid smile reflecting itself on the mirror.
He donned his white polo, gingerly grabbed the apron from its storage, and headed off to work. All the while, that pallid smile remained in the mirror, if only a ghost by the time he left.
When he arrived, he walked behind the counter, and waited. He did not move much, as he waited, but he did glance around a mild amount. He read the menus, he read the familiar brand logos on the products under the display counter. He read pretty much everything, if only because he was waiting.
Soon enough, another employee walked through the door, though her stance was much more joyous than that of Ina's. In fact, it was a near stark contrast to Ina's, and the bounce in her step was gleeful. She turned back to the door as she walked in, and flipped the closed sign to open. Then, turning back to Masashi, she have him a boisterous smile that was, in no sense, as pallid as the ghostly one in the mirror.
"Howdy, Ina-Kun! Ready for work?" She was obviously in her mid twenties, her bob of black hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. Ina made no obvious reply immediately, and he took his time to reply. It was hard for him to withstand his co-worker's moods, so he took his time when doing so.
"Yeah..." His voice was half-hearted, and about the pitch one would expect it to be. She gave him a smile and nodded, walking back into the counter as well, the smile remaining for purposes of good advertisement, if nothing else.