Post by felicitate on Mar 19, 2012 23:17:40 GMT -5
HEAR US NOW - - -
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Eizo Okamura
★ NICKNAME: ---
★ MEMBER GROUP: gjinka
★ POKEMON: Umbreon
★ AGE: 20
★ HEIGHT: 5'11
★ WEIGHT: 155 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Allelujah Haptism Gundam
★ APPEARANCE:
Eizo is somewhat tall, but not staggeringly so. He is bit more lightweight than he should be, but has enough muscle to him to be someone you don't bother without having a good reason. His dark hair shines with a twinge of blue green, and his bangs are lazily swept to one side or the other. His eyes are mismatched - one retaining his natural eye color (blue), and one as yellow as the bands around an umbreon's head. His bangs flip whichever which way, being rather messy at times, he doesn't style them, just keeps them to one particular side to see clearly. He stands tall, but not enough to be generally intimidating. His wardrobe is dark, generally made of dark blues, red, and blacks; and he hates things that stick to him too tightly or fit too loosely. Other than color and the way something fits he doesn't have a fashion sense he's bothered to define.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Honest
- Serious
- Ambitious
- Tolerant
- Polite
- Decisive
- Self-reliant
- Observant
★ NEGATIVE:
- Stubborn
- Pessimistic
- Distant
- Envious
- Controlling
- Sarcastic
- Unreliable
- Manipulative
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Eizo sleeps more during the day when he does sleep, and has become semi-nocturnal.
- A love of heights has intensified into a habit - he will climb a tree or onto a rooftop to be closer to the stars when he can. This urge is the most intense on moonlit nights.
- Stalking, has become something that he's rather good at. At night, he travels like a bit of a shadow, preferring not to be seen.
- It's a bad habit, but when he's nervous, annoyed or bored Eizo plays with his hair - either sweeping his bangs aside or twirling his fingers through the hair beside his ears.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Stubborn as a mule, Eizo doesn't like to be controlled by anyone but himself. His actions are purely self motivated, and he doesn't trust anyone to make decisions for him. For that reason, he is decisive, but that doesn't mean that he always makes the right decisions. Yes, he knows what right and wrong is, but that grey area has become a place that the dark gjinka dwells in most. His morals are intact, but they've been altered to fit the scheme of things so that he can survive. Now, he has a better grasp of "eat or be eaten" and it shows in the way he treats other people. At first glance? He seems rather polite. Distant, sure, he doesn't go out of his way to learn more about his acquaintances because he's not known to stick around for long. His pessimistic viewpoints are often laced with envy. Jealous of those that are wealthy, that are talented, that are social-able and well off. They are things that don't come naturally to the young man, and he can't help but hate that.
Still, he has a charming smile and a mischievous air, emanating trouble if not danger or being completely untrustworthy. He's ambitious, sometimes using others to get where or what he wants - but he's rarely malicious about it. People use people, for money, for shelter, for company and information - it's just a matter of what you have to offer at that time. He's tolerant of the people he comes across - capable of speaking with just about anyone for a while. Just because he doesn't get close to people, doesn't mean he can't listen to them. It takes effort for him to be social though - his thoughts are far from your average "people person's" but that's what he strives for, simply to make things easier.
Overall, Eizo is a bit of a conman, but not to the point of being overtly manipulative. Yes, he'll fake a smile and put up with another person's bullshit, but he won't use them in ways that end up with anyone getting (physically) hurt.
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H I S T O R Y
- His mother was only trying to get by, a weak young woman living day to day in a world that was growing so dark. When she found the man that would be the father of her child, she thought that she had found her life's partner - but he was an illegal gjinka, taken from her before her baby was born. She wanted to take care of the child, but couldn't - he was too much for her to handle, and she gave him up to her brother.
- Eizo's uncle was a good man, but very strict. He didn't care too much for children, and other than making sure the boy was fed, watered and educated he left the raising to the people around him. By the time Eizo was fourteen he rarely saw the man.
- The blood transfusion was done when he was fifteen, around five years ago. He grew weak around the same age his mother had - and instead of making the boy suffer as she did, his uncle paid for him to become stronger. Unfortunately, he didn't have the funds to do it legally. It was a big price to pay, but Eizo would live - he simply couldn't stay with his uncle any longer.
- He's a roamer by nature now, his pokemon DNA making him less of an awkward boy into someone that was a loner by nature and attempted to be nice out of sheer habit. Currently he has a small apartment near the top floor of of a lower-middle class complex. He'll be forced to move soon enough, both because he can't stay in one place for long and remain comfortable, and because of the dangers of remaining in the same place in Aether City too long.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Felicitate
★ AGE: 18
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: none.
★ RP SAMPLE:
She couldn't blame him about being a bit confused to why she was kind. They weren't in an ideal setting for random bouts of kindness, not in the least bit. His voice was lower than she expected it to be, a bit rougher but it all put together well. Cherise couldn't help but smile at him - he was different, and in his own way he was handsome - the scars didn't do him justice but didn't subtract from anything either. At least, not in the strange young rebel's eyes. Playing her own machine, she was distracted - it was rare that you got the chance to watch someone else play. Besides, her attention was quite easy to steal, and this stranger was easily doing just that. Why was he so much different from the doom and gloom rocket lurkers that were stationed around the gamecorner? Where did he get his scars? Why did she feel like she had at least seen him before? Things like this didn't just happen, and rather than just let this interesting young man waltz in and out of her life she wanted to satiate a bit of her curiosity.
As he pulled the lever one last time, she quietly cheered as the machine dinged - he had won a little prize. "Wonderful!" She exclaimed, but it wasn't loud enough to catch too much attention. The last thing that she, or unknown to her, he needed were more sets of eyes. "It seems you're more lucky than you look." Congratulations, she loved seeing other people win. Seeing them prevail and meet their goals - even if it was something as small as a semi-legal casino game it brightened her day a bit. His twenty coins came pouring out, and she turned toward her own game to leave him to his winnings - only to be given every single coin earned with the last win. Blue eyes were a shocked, albeit pleasantly so. He was so willing to repay a stranger - repay her with more than she had given none the less. There was no way on earth that he was a rocket - and he was far too peculiar to be a follower. 'Have I truly found a kindred spirit?' Another rebel, she couldn't help but wonder.
"Thank you Michael." She whispered, sincerity too easily being expressed. His name only struck her, because once again it fit a little too easily. As if she knew that would be his name, expected that it would be just that. "I'm Angeldust, you... can call me Angel if you'd like." Never did she go by her real name - something that only her family and a select few that she had left behind would know her as. Angel wasn't too bad anyways - the name had grown on her with her time away from home. It was a performer's name, and thankfully she had been able to keep performing without becoming a stripper or prostitute. Team Rocket wasn't the only thing that ruled Celedon at night... it was such a big city. Staring at her newly made acquaintance, she suddenly perked up, her smile gaining a sharpness as her mind shifted to a bit of mischeif. "Maybe we should team up and split the earnings. If... we get enough, maybe we can both get something good." There were no rules against it - it was only a bit taboo.
The worst that could happen, is that they were both kicked out - and all of these rockets were starting to make her uncomfortable anyways.
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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