Post by Kiku Honda on Jun 15, 2011 16:15:26 GMT -5
C H A R A C T E R
~years ago when I was younger~
Name: Kiku Honda
Age: 18
Fairy/Folk Tale/ Fable: The Boy Who Found Fear At Last
Role: The Boy
I kinda' liked a girl I knew
Physical Description/Biology:
Kiku has a short, neat, and straight black hair. He is rather thin, because he wonders the world trying to find out what this Fear is. He has lifeless brown eyes that almost never change. He is rather short compared to Europeans, however rather average height for a young Japanese man. Kiku has pale and a clear complexion. He is often mistaken as a girl at times. He refrains from talking that much, because he wishes to see the event unravel without his help. He often has his katana sword with him for protection. He does not care what he looks like, however he enjoys looking neat for whoever is nearby.
Where they reside: Kiku used to live with his mother, until the question aroused. “What is Fear?” So now he roams everywhere trying to find out what it is…
Personality:Kiku does not know the definition of fear, however he has a strong sense of justice. He is rather quiet at times, and enjoys it that way. Kiku is very polite and respectful. Often, he shows little to no emotion, because he finds no purpose for it. He makes friends quite quickly, because he is neither a bother nor a burden. He is always helpful and loyal to the people that have shown him kindness. He is what people would call a realist, and is brutally honest. He enjoys cooking and the company of good friends.
Any special traits or habits?: Kiku is a great cook and friend.
If they happened upon a fairy godmother, what would they wish for?: (Japan’s response:)
“Hmm… konnichiwa Fairy Godmother-sama. A wish? …I would like to understand the meaning of fear, please. That is all that I ask. Right now I am grateful to everyone who are my friends. I do not wish for anything else.”
~she was mine and we were sweethearts~
Roleplay Sample: 150+ words, please!
Kiku was lost again, however he didn’t feel panicked or fear. “What is fear?” he thought to himself. He has been walking down this trail for miles. “I wonder where I am..” he stopped to look around. Kiku suddenly saw an elderly man further down the trail. Kiku ran to catch up with him. “Konnichiwa oji-san…” he started to say until he saw the man’s face up close. The man had three scars slashed down his face and an eye patch. “Hello.” The man replied back. “What happened to your face?” he found it quite odd. “Haha, these are the marks of victory. I was fighting off a mafia, when I was caught stealing their money. I have other scars if you want see?” the man started to lift up his pants and sleeves. “What kind of victory is it if you were doing a wrong deed?” Kiku tilted his head in confusion as he listened to the old man’s story. “WHAT?!” the old man screamed. He was outrage for such a blunt and harsh reply. “You are too young to understand such things! The world is quite cruel and evil out there! No one will offer you such a hand or even give you the time of day!” the man grabbed Kiku’s shoulders and shook him violently. “…” Kiku watched silently as the man continued with his ranting and violent shakes. “I-I.. can’t remember the last time anyone has ever offered me anything.. I-I don’t remember what I have ever done wrong to live such difficult life…” the man grew quiet. Kiku dug into his pocket and offered him an apple. It was his last piece food from the last city he visited. “Here..take it..you deserve it..” Kiku said awkwardly. The man swiped it from Kiku automatically. It was a long time before either of them said anything. “Are you okay?” Kiku saw the man hunch over in a sob. Kiku understood and patted his back. “It’s okay…it’s okay..”
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~that was then but then it's true~
Nickname: Ami
Age: 16
Contact Info: Email: Cherryblossomsblossom@yahoo.com
~I'm in love with a fairytale, even though it hurts
'cause I don't care if I lose my mind, I'm already cursed~
((Quick question! How do you change the avatar? I've been trying for the last 10 minutes...))
