Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Oct 24, 2009 15:10:02 GMT -6
I float like a cloud in the wind.
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face claim ; MakubeX from Get Backers
#Name; Mizukami Ayumu
#Age ; 16
#Gender ; Male
#Sexuality ; Heterosexual
#D.O.B. ; the 13th of May
#Occupation ; Student, writer
#Year and class ; 2-D
#Height ; 5' 4"
#Weight ; 121 lbs
#Physique ; Light, lean
#Hair color and style ; Grey-white; short, though not cropped; the strands frame his face and cover a bit of the back of his neck, going under his ears.
#Eye color ; Blue
#Other appearance details ; Gestures and expressions are mild; shuffles and slides his feet noiselessly when walking; habit of drawing with his fingers in the air, whenever he is demonstrating something, or whenever he is going over his thoughts, or simply daydreaming. Usually seen with a sketchbook or a notebook.
#Clothing styles ; Spacious, comfortable clothes. Wears his dark brown-and-grey jacket any time he has an excuse. In hotter days, oversized t-shirts, in shades of white, brown, and sometimes blue. Slacks for pants, as long as they fit. Sandals or slippers. In school, the uniform; with the jacket open, and after classes, removed, unless it is winter, or he is criticized. Standard shoes.
#Personality ;
There are two sides to Ayumu, though these are not necessarily distinct.
The first is his stoic, tightlipped facade. This is often what other people perceive of Ayumu; this is often what constitutes their first impressions of him. He is silent, responding shortly and sometimes cryptically to questions and jibes. It takes quite a while for him to warm up to people. He could be quite slow and hesitant in certain matters.
His second side is not immediately visible. Ayumu is whimsical and playful, in his own reserved way, though with his friends his ways are far from reserved. The difference is very easy to see. For them Ayumu has bigger smiles and laughter. He could be absurdly loyal, and at times clingy, even obsessive, towards those he likes and loves.
He is incredibly stubborn; while he may take a long, long time to decide on something, once he has, he strives never to change his conviction. Sometimes, people have to stop him from going too far; he could persevere blindly even when it is not logical, or even right, to do so.
He can be somewhat strange at times, taking a different point of view from what others perceive; the obvious may be unclear to him, and vice versa. All in all, he is a sincere, good-natured character, though sometimes he seems a little too lackadaisical for his own good.
#Other Stuff ;Ayumu likes rainy weather and walking around aimlessly, more commonly known as 'wandering', though his borders on 'getting lost'. Even if he is (half-)Japanese, there are certain concepts and ideas in Japanese culture that he doesn't understand immediately, due to not having been raised in Japan. He makes a hobby out of reading, writing, and making doodles (he wishes he could draw properly).
#History ;
It had been two years since their family moved to Japan.
Ayumu's father's name was Hiroshi. He was once a businessman, and his corporate responsibilities urged him often out of his homeland, and most of the time, to the Philippines. It was here that he met Ingrid, and here were they wed, and here they decided to settle down.
Ayumu was their first son, and their only. Ayumu's little sister, Juana, was adopted. They were already advanced in age when they were blessed with their firstborn. Ayumu was a bright child, albeit often a little estranged from his playmates. He was 'the foreigner's kid'; he didn't mind so much. Still, he found two or three who liked him, and a few more who could stand him, so it wasn't that bad.
It had been two years since his father, along with them, returned to Japan. It had been two years since his mother died. It was not surprising, and not specially tragic, at least for Ayumu. It was a little sad that their mother would never be with them again, or at least, for a very long while. He would miss her stories, and the days when they snuggled together for rainy evenings. She had died peacefully, never again waking up that Sunday morning.
They had come to Japan, to Hikarizaka, his father's hometown, at the behest of Ayumu's father's parents... his grandparents. It wasn't the first time they offered such an invitation; still, they were persistent (their daughter-in-law had preceded them to the grave...), and perhaps they were concerned for their grieving son. It came at a perfect time, even if it was not specially cheerful; Hiroshi was already retired for a few months. They left the place of their memories...
It was a different country, and a different city, with different ways and customs and even a language of its own. Ayumu was... fourteen at that time; and though his father had taught him quite enough of Japanese, certain expressions simply escaped his identification. The people were respectful, and sometimes he felt rude with all the bowing going on. The children he played with back in Mother's place were somewhat rougher, and he kind of missed that rough closeness, even if he wasn't very rough himself.
Well, after a bit, he fit in, although perhaps he would always be somewhat 'the foreign kid'. He was an intelligent student when he wasn't feeling lazy, and he wasn't lazy when there were many things that were interesting... and there were many. It was... as it always had been, as if nothing had changed, but scenery, characters... a reenactment of a play. He felt something should happen.
Last year was when Ayumu entered high school. It wasn't as big a change as moving to Japan, but it was significant as well. In his mother's country, everybody tried to go to college, but here, after high school, you are considered as an adult. This was, in a way, the last stage, or something like that.
It was last year that he met Nagisa Furukawa. He had been constantly dragged along by a friend of his, a classmate, Akasaka-san, to his house after school on Saturdays. This classmate of his had a sister, a senior, who was one of the few friends of Furukawa.
Furukawa-san would often be prompted to visit by the elder Akasaka-san, on account of the notes she failed to get for her sick absences, and just for the simple reason of friendship. Being both visitors to the humble Akasaka apartment, they became acquainted with each other, though given their natures, there weren't enough words said. For Ayumu's part, he found her very, very interesting. It didn't mean he would take action, though.
Now is his sophomore year. The Akasakas have moved away, unfortunately, but they kept in touch. The same Ayumu could not say for Furukawa-san. He wondered if it would just end like that... things have a way of slipping through his fingers. Well, he didn't even know Furukawa that much yet for him to... regret anything. He had never regretted anything.
Perhaps it was just a lucky coincidence that Furukawa was still at school, but then something must have happened. He was being slow on the uptake again, he surmised. Now if he could just work out how he would come up to talk to her... would she even remember him?The Roleplayer's Corner
#Nickname ; Sazanami, Saz.
#Age ; 22.
#Gender ; M-*bleep*
#Seen the anime/played the visual novel? ; Both. Enjoyed both immensely.
#How did you find us? ; RPG-D. I don't usually get sites that I like from that place, so this is rare. Hah!
#Sample RP ;
"Teatime!"
Mizukami Ayumu and Akasaka Haru were disturbed from their conversation by the trumpeting voice of the latter's very energetic older sister, Hikaru. Well, perhaps it would be better to be blunt about it; she's raucous as usual. It was a wonder that she could enter the house so silently, even when possessed by that giddiness, and then subsequently surprise them with one of her high-pitched announcements.
Haru frowned a bit; he had an ugly frown, but Ayumu merely sighed. This was a usual state of affairs. "Let's go down." muttered the sleepy-sounding boy, before Haru could think of a rebuttal. Usually, Haru would shout back a reply at her sister downstairs. The Akasaka siblings could go on their arguments for hours, and though sometimes that entertained him, he wasn't feeling up for that kind of entertainment right now. "Besides, we need a break." Ayumu grinned slowly. "I need to stop seeing these x's and y's."
Haru was a simple person, and he quickly agreed. Ayumu, though he will never say so, was a big fan of Hikaru's tea and cookies. The resulting revelry from his friend's older sister finding him, the one she considered, erm, impermeable, a weakness was best not known. Well, if he was really bored, he would try. They opened Haru's bedroom door and sidled down the stairs, to the living room.
There was a visitor besides him. It was a girl, still in her school uniform; the seniors had been dismissed late today. Whilst Hikaru was a bit taller than Ayumu, this girl was the reverse; she was a bit shorter, and if not for her attire, he would have thought her younger. She gave off an aura of vulnerability. Or something. Haru preceded him. He followed, sketchpad in hand, ballpen in the other. He didn't like leaving his things unattended.
"Here's the black tea, Furukawa!" exclaimed Hikaru, carrying a pot. "Kiddo," referring to Haru, "bring the cups." "Yes, nee-san. Arf, arf." was his classmate's sarcastic reply, but he conceded. Ayumu seated himself across this fellow guest named Furukawa. She looked a little lost in thought, as if taking in her surroundings. She looked a little nervous. Soon the siblings joined them.
"Itadakimasu."
Ayumu followed their example in saying thanks for the food. Nagisa seemed to wait for everyone else first to take a biscuit before she got one small piece. Haru was voracious as ever. Meals were the great equalizers. They make atmospheres warm and cozy. There is something about trusting the people you eat in the same table with. Even if it was just snacks and a low living-room table across the television.
"Boys." said Hikaru, after falsely coughing for a bit so that Haru would stop stuffing his mouth. "I'd like to introduce my friend. She's--" But before she completed her sentence, the girl called Furukawa spoke first, albeit a bit strained. "Um... I-I'm from third year, Furukawa Nagisa. I'm very much grateful to be your guest today." She looked flushed.
"I'm Akasaka Haru, Hika-chan's little brother, and I'm way smarter than her." piped in Haru. Even though half the remark was a jibe against his sister, he looked like he was pitching in for his bashful senior. "It is nice to meet you, Furukawa-senpai." Hikaru looked like she was mumbling 'you never call me senpai...'
It was his turn. He feigned a yawn, after sipping a bit of the black tea. He liked taking his time. "I'm Mizukami Ayumu. Please don't worry, I'm also their guest for today. They're also not as violent as they may seem."
With that, laughter echoed about the house, and even Furukawa, newly inroduced, chuckled; and Ayumu found out just what the word he was searching for was. Right now, she had been radiantly smiling. He thought she was beautiful. He shook his head. There should be much, much better words. He hoped Furukawa-senpai would drop by again.
