Post by japan on Sept 25, 2012 20:28:19 GMT -5
KIKU HONDA
Name:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Kiku Honda[/font]
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Nationality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Pariter [Japan][/font]
Gender:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Male[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 29[/font]
Social Rank:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Citizen[/font]
Occupation:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Inventor[/font]
Hair Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Jet Black[/font]
Eye Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Golden Brown[/font]
Weight:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 129 lbs.[/font]
Height:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 5'5"[/font]
Special Features:[/font][/size][/b][/u] A collection of scars are a map of what he has gone through in history, all from either the fault of his own or another's weapon. His torso, shoulders and head have been plenty wrapped up in bandages, now leaving behind fading scars always kept confidential underneath his clothing. [/font]
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Companionship | Although he very well enjoys solitude and alone time, he no longer wishes for it to be eternal. The idea of always being alone sets his mind astray and he would rather push the frightening though off; even if it was only one, he would indeed wish for a companion to keep him company and be there in his time of need.
Remaining a hard worker | Laziness is frowned upon, and he is very fond of working hard. He wishes to sustain the image of being an energetic person and thought of as no less, doing all that he can to get a specific job done and in the most propitious way possible. It keeps him busy when there is nothing else to do, and to him, there can't possibly be any downsides to it.
Success | Of course, he hopes for success in the things he creates. As he is an inventor, he is always fishing through new ideas and working on something new that may be of use, and upon completion he can only hope that others will find the result of his hard work helpful or of admiration.[/ul][/color][/font]
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Remembering his past | Being in the present now, of course, he'd rather keep the past where it belongs: in the past. Locked away in the back of his mind where the memories will stay, enabling him to focus instead on what's ahead and prepare himself for newer happenings. There are events in his childhood and later years that he'd rather not relive; though he may not regret them no matter their proximity, they are simply something he has let go of for his own well-being.
The numbers 4 and 9 | Both numbers come eerily close to pronunciation of darker Japanese words – four, shi, can share the same word as 'death', and nine, ku, can mean 'suffering'. He will habitually avoid these numbers, which in turn will more than likely come off as confusing to those unaware of the superstition.
Dishonor | As is custom through his family, or so he had learned, letting down your superior is immensely frowned upon. There is a strong bundle of pride and honor within the small man, and though he believes himself to be just a measly humble citizen, letting down his Royals is the last thing he would want to do, and would result in him having to remove himself by any means necessary.
Change | He has trouble adjusting to any sort of change, particularly major changes over minor details. Though he keeps himself from complaining, he is fond of things the way they are, how things work in his kingdom and the others. It takes him a while to get accustomed to anything in the first place, and something changing so abruptly would mean having to learn what to do and how to deal with things all over again.
Losing Himself | He is most often calm and collected, and takes pride in managing to maintain himself this way throughout everything that goes on, such as the condition of his kingdom. As seen in just about everyone, there is a dark side to the Japanese that has been kept back for a long while and he is afraid of having to see again. [/ul][/color][/font]
Personality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] One of the first things to notice of the short, diminutive man is that his default expression is usually rather stoic. Emotion is scarcely shown on his face nor in his actions unless he has warmed up enough to something to let them show through; but even in such a case, what he feels is most often bottled up inside of him and not entirely shown on surface. It isn't that he is a drone person incapable of actually feeling emotion, but it is something he prefers to keep limited, and he is an easy subject of confusion by means of being difficult in deciphering what he's feeling.
Yet while this is true, it isn't difficult to coax a particular emotion or reaction out of him if one were to really try. There are a multitude of things he isn't used to that are outside perception of the culture he grew up in, and gestures he finds normal may seem strange to others and what things are normal to foreigners may be unknown to him; most commonly leading to either a frantic or a curious response.
But an emotion one won't ever catch him in is anger. Of course, he isn't incapable of experiencing the feeling, but, generally being a calm and collected person, he seldom allows himself to completely boil over. It is usually things that are small and insignificant, especially through the eyes of someone else, that could bring him to the point of aggravation; but it's never shown on the outside enough for anyone to be able to tell and only bundled up on the inside. The most anyone would see is a slightly reddened face mildly distempered by the influx of irritated thoughts swarming his head. It doesn't take all too long for him to cool down either, and the preferred method of doing so is retiring elsewhere to busy himself with something calming to take his mind off of the offense.
He is a quiet man whose voice rarely projects itself any higher than its usual soft, low tone, making up for any feminine judgments of him with its surprisingly deep pitch. Quiet environments are those he prefers to be in, free of any loud voices or noises which in turn allows for freedom of thinking and basking in the hobbies he takes leisure in doing when in solitude. It is easy for him to seem rather aloof even when in the company of others, as he does prefer to keep silent, usually overcome with his timid tendencies and unfamiliarity with other people that can lead him to being unable to know how exactly to interact with them. Upon getting past that shy barrier, however, he is a genuine companion that takes care in the feelings and well-being of those he is acquainted with, hating to see any negativity in someone's demeanor and wishing only for positivity in its place. He will easily agree with almost anything someone else may say, simply in one of his several attempts to fit in, doing whatever he can to avoid arguments, tensity, distrust or any ill feeling toward him. Although he tries not to intrude into matters that he doesn't belong in, he is unable to resist showing courtesy by trying to help out someone who seems to be in need of it.
One of the things Kiku disfavors most is physical contact, and even worse, intimacy. It isn't in the culture he's used to and therefore he does not take it lightly, and while he does like learning of different customs in other cultures, this is an occurrence that he won't ever bring himself to grasp onto. Being touched abruptly and or without permission impulsively leads him to shove the other person away, without the intention of coming off as rude but simply proving the mere fact that he isn't accustomed to such a thing. Crowded places are where his nerves are most likely to kick in, finding himself barely able to function properly when in the presence of several strangers and doing what he can to push aside his awkwardness and find someplace more secluded to get away from it. Limits on physical contact grow lesser and lesser as he grows closer to another. In the face of romance, he is very apprehensive in assessing the emotions of potential partners (or really anyone in general), usually so clueless and confused on how to respond to their antics.
In the case of attaining friendship, he is most often his own victim of self-accusation. He is habituated to thinking himself unworthy of the amiability given to him by an ally, believing he doesn't deserve it if one might offer him something so common in other cultures such as aid, affection, and compliments. Himself he is often loyal in companionship, but will end up rather flustered if the inclinations are returned to him. He doesn't find it necessary to be offered things he didn't intend for no matter how mindful or kind they may be, and will indeed be insisting on it – although, being the polite person he is, will force himself to accept these things if it means making the other person happy. It is difficult for him to bring himself to taking more of a liking in one person than another, an in courtesy will find equal virtue in all acquaintances and not what makes them differ in value. He will consider himself more than lucky if he is thought of the same way by another, and again, will shy away from receiving much praise.
Trust is a very sensitive matter in his eyes, something that will always take an unpredictable amount of time to build up in him. Time is used wisely for adjusting to others as it is a necessity for him to do so, though it is very likely that now matter how long he spends with someone he won't ever be able to grow completely used to them; just as likely as it is that anyone else's customs are the contrary of his own and therefore unable to be easily accepted. Gaining trust is not a small feat and will take understanding and finding whether or not he feels at ease or safe enough with someone else to put himself in their hands, to overcome. It will take even more for him to say that he has trust in someone, but it is most commonly a feeling he harbors securely within himself until he is positive that it is true and will stay that way. He tends to hold grudges for a long time and will not apologize to someone if their doings are wrong enough until he feels the need to.
Kiku is also very superstitious. There are many superstitions and beliefs in his culture otherwise viewed as strange to another, but fascinating to him. He is careful to avoid such things, and in turn takes a deep interest in the notions of others – overall his image can be viewed as mysterious, an enigma; quiet enough and usually so buried in his own thoughts that it's almost as if he nor his mind aren't present. What one might insist is a complex person is really a rather simple one, though this is an opinion that may only be supported by his own self.[/font]
History:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Kiku was born to a strict household, where rules were enforced with little exception. He lived only with his two parents only for the first few years of life – where he was raised to be the polite, courteous young man he successfully turned out to be. Chores were mandatory and executed without complaint, work done vigorously as his parents had always expected of him. Affection was rarely earned and he hadn't ever the chance to experience the close bond between parent and offspring. And it stayed that way, regardless of with whom. But he never minded; he didn't need the affection, nor did he feel any close to his parents as he should have. He preferred to remain on his own, and take up any chance of solitude that he could – and somewhere much more promising of this than his bland bedroom was the forest.
The stretching green trees brushed along the skies and draped around his abode, though as times passed he found the vast forest to act as more of a home than his own house did. The air was promising, the visuals inviting and the natural sounds pleasing to the ear. The creatures became closer companions than anything else, and in all the place was an escapade from the distant ties he felt when at home. Nothing to be bossed around by, freedom to do what he desired to on his own. He was still young, however, so this didn't quite apply to the many vast dreams he had inside his head – but he knew he would reach them one day. He could sit in silence for hours, taking in the surroundings and allowing his thoughts to utilize him.
He grew distant from his parents, abandonment taking place on either side; and from that point on he was found, taken in and raised by the Player Yao. They had a more prosperous relationship although Kiku still didn't take much of a liking toward other people, whether they were related to him or not. He stayed loyal, however, soaking in the customs of his many other adopted siblings, though he continued to prefer his own to them. He was raised just as well, in all, but he didn't remain under his brother's care for long. Upon realizing he was no longer in need of being cared for by another he broke away in a rather violent fashion, leaving only a scar behind on his brother's back for which he, to this day, never apologized. He felt it was more necessary to continue living on his own, without the ruling of another and as a result left with the freedom to live and think how he wanted to.
And with this came a time of hikikomori, the choice of withdrawing from social contact and confining himself to a house of his own for a long period of isolation. It was a time of preserving and indulging in his own thoughts and values, and he was rather contented by the lack of intrusion – but this time wasn't permanent. Nowadays he is much more open and resides in the public premises of Pariter, quite often in the garden, though still with the restrictions as aforementioned.[/font]
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] His katana is always carried around with him, snug in its scabbard. And he knows very well how to use it.[/font]
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The rain was carefully avoided as he clutched the umbrella cane between his hands, each droplet catching on the canopy and sliding rhythmically off of its edge. He usually would have watched them warily were he not focused in particular on the task at hand, trying to get to the recreation center without being late enough that he missed too major a portion of it. With the pace at which he was walking, the course of the drizzle sneaked under the umbrella nonetheless and the array of puddles spread along the path continuously crept up on him. His shoes and his clothing were left ever so lightly dampened, though he knew better than to scurry off for cover like his instincts most often told him to do at the sensation of water; he had to continue, for the building was just in the near distance.
Though having eagerly made his way to the entrance, his actions immediately slowed now that he was inside. The umbrella was closed up after being shaken off and tucked away whilst he progressed forward, following the murmur of noise until he found its source; and upon entrance of the populated meeting room, the sounds burst alive in a mesh of conversing voices, music being played, and the wrapping-up of what was supposed to be the opening speech. The Japanese man stood there rather awkwardly in the doorway, his nerves immediately kicking in while chocolate eyes scanned the scene ahead of him.
So many strangers. Exhale. Immediate plan: Steer clear of those of higher ranks whom you are not yet already acquainted with. Now was not the time to be so overwhelmed, for the risk of finding himself in his alternate form wouldn't make matters any better. And he already felt guilty of the fact that he was late looming over his head. He continued forward, drawing his gaze to the food set out among the tables, and again to those surrounding them. Everyone seemed to be dressed rather casually, so he did not feel left out in that: he had suited himself to a pair of white khakis and matching top as well, though somewhere in the confines of that clothing was his camera. Just in case.
Only hoping he wouldn't be called out upon for his timeliness - he couldn't have been the very last one, could he? - the timid man wandered over to a spot less crowded by others, going along with the new plan to simply not approach others directly and keep to himself unless he is spoken to first. It wouldn't be so bad to meet another, despite his apprehension; that was what this meeting was for, after all. There were many that appeared livid already, exchanging greetings and speaking to one another, an act which he studiously observed and more properly ensued by finding a chair to seat himself in.
Though having eagerly made his way to the entrance, his actions immediately slowed now that he was inside. The umbrella was closed up after being shaken off and tucked away whilst he progressed forward, following the murmur of noise until he found its source; and upon entrance of the populated meeting room, the sounds burst alive in a mesh of conversing voices, music being played, and the wrapping-up of what was supposed to be the opening speech. The Japanese man stood there rather awkwardly in the doorway, his nerves immediately kicking in while chocolate eyes scanned the scene ahead of him.
So many strangers. Exhale. Immediate plan: Steer clear of those of higher ranks whom you are not yet already acquainted with. Now was not the time to be so overwhelmed, for the risk of finding himself in his alternate form wouldn't make matters any better. And he already felt guilty of the fact that he was late looming over his head. He continued forward, drawing his gaze to the food set out among the tables, and again to those surrounding them. Everyone seemed to be dressed rather casually, so he did not feel left out in that: he had suited himself to a pair of white khakis and matching top as well, though somewhere in the confines of that clothing was his camera. Just in case.
Only hoping he wouldn't be called out upon for his timeliness - he couldn't have been the very last one, could he? - the timid man wandered over to a spot less crowded by others, going along with the new plan to simply not approach others directly and keep to himself unless he is spoken to first. It wouldn't be so bad to meet another, despite his apprehension; that was what this meeting was for, after all. There were many that appeared livid already, exchanging greetings and speaking to one another, an act which he studiously observed and more properly ensued by finding a chair to seat himself in.
Alias:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Jen[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 16[/font]
Experience:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Japan- Somewhere around a month or more.[/font]
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Russians are nice. So are The Beatles.[/font]
Credits:
[/font]Application Code made by B and C. Lyrics by Temposhark, song “Don’t Mess With Me”[/font][/center]
