Misato Hazukashi
Mar 27, 2010 10:38:39 GMT -5
Post by Misato Hazukashi on Mar 27, 2010 10:38:39 GMT -5
[/i][/size][/right]The Basics
Name: Misato Hiroki Hazukashi
Nicknames: Moe, Misa
Age: 17
Orientation: Homosexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers: Pixie Wings and Hallucinogenic dust
Play By:Tsubasa Masuwaka
The Details
Hair Color: Blonde (comes in a delicious bottle!)
Eye Color: Brown
Any Piercings? His ears! Two small piercings on his lobes.
Any Tattoos? Nope
Any Scars? A small scar on his wrist from falling out a treehouse when he was 11.
General Appearance: Tall, broad, manly. These are all things Misato is not. When one looks at him, they presume they are staring at either a very cute girl, or a boy who's sister has mauled him with their dressing up box. Either way, Moe doesn't matter. He likes the way he dresses and any grunts to the contrary will be met with a sugary sweet smile, and the offender left with cavities the size of rotting holes. It's not that he particularly wants all the questions and the same, tiring answers, it's just that he likes girls clothes. End of. Thank you very much.
When people are unkind, they seem to realise just how tiny Misato is. Hailing from Japan, his height was never going to tower, but he seems particularly tiny and pocketsized, with doll like hands and big doe-like brown eyes. He's not intimidating to look at, in fact, he looks terribly defenseless, as though a gust will blow him over, and he'd certainly never be caught booing geese. That aside, his smile is honest, and when it's a nice day, it's not uncommon to see a bright bundle of curly blonde locks wishing everyone a very pleasent afternoon.
I suppose I should describe Misato's clothes, since they encompass such a large part of him. From pretty plastic beads he's found in junk shops to ribbons from habidashery shops, Moe is adorned in "pretty" things. Whether it's the influence from having dazzling pixie wings in soft pastel pink and blue, or whether Moe just has very girly taste, he adores the floaty fabrics of dresses and skirts and the ruffle of lace and silk. If you hear the clack of wonderfully manufactured little heels, maybe the tinkle of jewellery, then it's likely you are about to be Misato'd!
Personality: Bubbly. If you personified the sweetest fizziest drink in the world, then you'd have Moe. When he's happy, he smiles brightly and walks with a spring in his step. Some would quite possibly find it irritating. When he's sad, he is quiet, withdrawn, mournful. There is nothing quite so pitiful as an upset Misato. Think of a kicked puppy out in the rain. It's not right and it makes you feel miserable.
Angry? Well, he's not TOO quick to anger, but a certain level of immaturity drives him to a stern look and snappy words. It doesn't last too long, like a cloud over sunshine, but he certainly drives his point across to make sure that the irritation does not happen again. He's never been a fan of getting angry, he'd much rather make friends and play happy families with everyone for as long as he can. It's just not in his nature to hold a grudge. There's nothing worth getting annoyed for that long in his opinion, not even someone spilling hot chocolate on his dress.
As for anything else? Misato is a sweet, loving little thing. He's a playful and lighthearted, never one to ruin someone's day. He's never, ever going to make someone upset, not if he can help it. It's not unusual for him to comfort the newest members of the Institute with long talks or with a gentle hug. Nothing will change that, not even the increasing discomfort he feels with wings underneath his skin.
Your Vices
Likes: Shoes, clothes, sweet things, horse riding, having his wings out, baby animals, baking, drawing.
Dislikes: The colour orange, screaming children, having his wings put away, hiccups, having nothing to wear, trousers.
Strengths: Science, Art, Empathising with other people, listening and learning
Weaknesses: Controlling the pain in his back, Maths, Foreign Languages,
Fears: Being alone, having his wings taken away
Secret: None
Family Ties
Father: Kouki Hazukashi
Mother: Yuki Hazukashi
Siblings: Ren Hazukashi
Any Other Important People: None I can think of!
History
Misato had a typical Japanese upbringing, with his parents imposing a strict, but loving regime upon him to make sure he grew up correctly. Living in a quiet prefecture, he was a comfortable, happy boy, who was used to the busy lifestyle of Modern Japan. By the age of 6, his mother, who was a seamstress, decided to use little Moe as a model to design childrens clothes. This seemed to have an adverse effect on little Misato, who began to wear girls clothes and enjoy fashion and jewellery.
By age 8, he was used to wearing jewellery and skirts, and was slowly being accepted amongst peers for his strange taste. Whilst his father was somewhat unimpressed by the whole fiasco, his mother was gentle and happy to see her son, and his younger brother, Ren, thriving. Misato and Ren were pretty inseperable, with happy afternoons spent building a treehouse in their garden, or going to the lake and trying to catch shrimp. Everything was perfect and serene in the Hazukashi household.
It was age 11 that the problems started. Moe complained of a backpain that ached and throbbed all day and night. Doctors were called, tests were taken, but nothing seemed to be wrong. Ren sat vigil by Moe's bedside as the poor boy suffered. It seemed to be a whole year before the first sign of power showed up. Ren had taken his brother to the treehouse to cheer him up, cups of tea and little cakes on plates were served, and Moe was delighted by the attention, nearly forgetting the pain in his back. As they played on the balcony, Moe slipped and tumbled from the tree. A pair of wings erupted from his back and tried to break his fall, but sadly, having no experience with them, Moe broke his wrist badly.
It was his mother that heard about the institute. Just after his 12th birthday, off Moe went. Ren cried for his brother as the plane flew him out of the country, and Moe, too, was scared and alone. It took him many months to come out of his timid shell, in this new land when his English was poor, and his outfits were so strange. But eventually, he began to smile, he began to settle, and everything evened out. The back pain, however, still flares if Moe doesn't withdraw his wings on a regular basis, and he struggles to stop his wings beating powder across his fellow classmates.
Now, aged 17, he is looking forward to finally mastering his abilities, and no longer having to struggle with the pain he has every day.
Roleplay Example
The lab was a cold place to be at night. No amount of soft toys or cutefaced murals, no soft lullabies or flashing images on projectors could ever take that away. The room was devoid of emotion. It had no love, nor care. It was cold and unfriendly. Clinical. And One didn't like being in it anymore. One. Experiment number 46, but the first of his kind. A Prototype. A robot turned human, a chameleon skinned humanbot, designed to learn, research and analyse every piece of data the world has to offer.
One didn't understand his importance. No amount of update links, or re-calibration using the wires that plugged into his back and the tops of his arms could ever teach him how special he was. All he understood was that he wanted to go outside, but the men in white coats wouldn't let him. His little white fingers pressed against the small window in his room, and he stared, mesmerised, at the dawn. As the birds swooped from their perches and landed in the trees, and One's deep ruby eyes widened in pleasure.
"Beautiful." He whispered to himself, trying to memorise the birds movements, but ending up doing nothing but watching, his face lit up with an honest, keen smile. Eventually, he turned from the window and pulled on his plain, skin-tight jumpsuit, the one he wore every day without fail, and brushed his snow coloured hair carefully, like his Father had told him to. One then sat, holding onto a teddy bear, and waited, staring eagerly at the door for someone to keep him company, to take away the cold of the laboratory.
What About You?
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Name: Chezuu
Age: 20
Experience: 8 years!
How Did You Find Us? Rae beat me with sticks till I joined
Ready To Play? Yup :B
