Post by kuro-kun ! on Mar 11, 2009 17:39:45 GMT -5
listen carefully,
”keep up or you’ll fall behind; i won’t be turning back either.”
”keep up or you’ll fall behind; i won’t be turning back either.”
name: hibari, kuro “misaki”[/i] to make his name sound more ‘cuter’ when it really doesn’t fit. finally, for the daring, bold, and informed ones they, at times, have the guts to call him misa-kun or at a few instances misa-chan which isn’t a cool thing. it sounded girly and uses his real name, which was quite a big no-no for him.[/ul]
nicknames: hii-kun, ro-kun, misa-kun
gender: male
birth: february sixth
age: nineteen
curse:
appearance:
one word that you can use to describe kuro overall is ‘beautiful’, in a rugged and feral sense of course. his face is ovular, long nosed, pointed ears, and very canine-like and jagged teeth. his eyes are very sharp and narrow, holding those abyssal orbs, always looking forward or elsewhere. despite his fast regeneration rate the young man sports one scar, tracing from around the neck with a lump, down the back of his spine, making him almost tragically beautiful. in terms of physical aspects kuro is quite the specimen, standing at a good six feet two inches, weighing at one hundred thirty-seven pounds. consequently, it means that he isn’t so proportioned and is fairly underweight, however, this is all due to his high metabolism which burns every calorie he eats instantly. he has fairly long limbs and lean muscles built all around though not overly large ones, they’re just enough to suit his frame. speaking of which, when you look at him from the distance, fairly far too, he’ll almost look small and weak, not at all what he really seems. an annoying habit of his is walking slouched or slanted, or something that isn’t tall and straight, deceiving people everywhere.
always expect to see him with tall collared clothing. if not a jacket-type, then a long coat vest, or perhaps a shirt, anything that’ll cover his neck. perhaps it’s due to shame or remnants of his past but even when he has his neck wrapped in bandages, to hide it, he still insists on wearing his trademark attire. their colours are usually dark and damp, with an occasional splash of light shades, along with his shirts. pants are always black, or really dark grey, and rarely jeans because they annoy the living hell out of him. for footwear he has running shoes, plain and simple black, or sometimes boots, whichever is easier to maneuver with. he doesn’t sport many accessories with him with the exception of gloves, wherever he goes, and seven piercings (four on the right, three on the left). anything else besides those two are nothing more than hassles to him.
possessions- knapsack, notebook, scrapbook, pens, pencils, highlighters, picks, gum, smokes.[/ul]
personality:
nonchalant – he has this “cool” aura about him, one that literally puts people at the edge of their seat when he’s around. it seems as if nothing fazes him at all, be it an insult or punch, he’ll either retort it back with a better and wittier comment, stand his ground, or return anything tenfold. by no means does this make him monotone, he has quite the vocabulary actually, but just more level-headed than the usual people. he doesn’t do much when it comes to himself, but when it’s about some of his closely considered people... well, that’s a whole different story.
intelligent – despite his rugged looks and delinquent tendencies kuro is not a slacker, he simply has a different method of learning. he may doodle around left and right or seems uninterested in whatever is happening, but in reality he’s actually making plenty of mental, graphical, and whatever other notes he makes to learn. he has this ability, when it comes to learning, to soak everything up like a sponge, has a fetish for long, challenging novels. the odd thing is, despite his many absences and lates, he hasn’t been suspended, expelled, or received a mark lower than the average.
reckless – he isn’t violent but that doesn’t mean he’s a wuss either. the guy can be spontaneous from time to time, challenging people or breaking the rules, or say the most random things at the most inappropriate times. this can pretty much include swearing or vulgar comments, which is something he does all the time at home. it’s a secret hobby of his, most likely with everyone too, talking to oneself. it is, by nature, for him to rush into certain situations headfirst, especially when it comes to thrills – riding around on a bicycle, skateboarding, driving in a very uncommon way, yup, this was the life.
trustworthy – the young man may not look like it but he’s a pretty good secret keeper, fairly reliable too. well, pretty much the “silent” type of person… minus the silence, bashfulness, and bluntness. even if he does skip classes or “blunders” a lot he can be dependable when you need him to be. if it’s a group project he’ll do his share, and sometimes have to do the shares of others, and runs errands for people too – yes, that also means teachers, even if he hates them too.
mysterious – he doesn’t like much about himself to be known and therefore keeps a low profile. this is probably the reason why not a lot of people actually know about him. girls find it cool and alluring while for guys... ehm, well, that’s a bit of an iffy one. either way he likes to keep things to himself and remain as an anonymous type of person, especially when it comes to his background, history, and his personal space.
playful – while kuro’s serious most of the time, very down-to-earth, and a tad bit dullish he also has a playful side to himself. he likes to banter around, very much so, with close friends or for the heck of it. of course, it seems totally uncharacteristic but hey, he’s an unpredictable one. another thing is that he loves gaming, insane hours too, and has (every so often) little relapses into child-like states and creeping the hell out of people. he likes toying around with others, especially with the minds.
sarcastic – he can act childish fairly well and loves sarcasm. actually, it’s his best friend. nothing escapes him without a witty remark or comment, whether inward or outward, usually ending up with someone’s feelings being hurt (definitely not him) or another enemy made (hurray.)
laidback – he’s lazy, to be blunt, about many things. his typical style, when it comes to work, is procrastination. he likes to leave things till the end, then does it, and somehow, by some insane luck, ends up getting a fairly decent grade. not only does this affect his work but also his own health by eating mostly junk food and other unhealthy assortments.
paranoid – he’s overly cautious about things, especially about himself. he leaves no traces about where he is or what has been doing. as a child he liked to move around from place to place, even if recess only lasted for ten minutes; it wasn’t like someone was hunting him or anything. as a teenager he generally laid low and kept away from the little cliques and scenes, not even appearing for the stupid graduation ceremony (well, he was there, but he left the instant everyone threw up their hats and whatnot.) as a young adult, well, he tends to stray away from campus and the building, prefers to be alone, and rarely lets anyone near or know where he lives – he has an image to keep (and an unstable sanity too.)
hypocrite – don’t be fooled by his words or appearances, the guy’s a real kidder, loves to speak of fairytales and telltales, say one thing and another, but never the truth. he twists words and thoughts to his liking, contradicts himself with words and actions, and has an infinite amount of lies and gibberish to speak. he can act one way and immediately switch on to another, it’s something that runs in the family.
rebel – and to complete mister hibari, we conclude by saying this: he’s a fighter. plain and simple, no? he’s the odd one of the family, the most out of control, and the one that loves to surprise. he doesn’t pay much attention to rules, has ran away from home and places many times, fought in rumbles, and lastly defies all expectations of society: they can go screw off, this was his life.[/ul]
likes:
dislikes:
hobbies:
goal(s):
liberate and freedom,
”snap, loosen, and breakthrough – it’s your destiny.”
”snap, loosen, and breakthrough – it’s your destiny.”
history:[/i]. the two of them were home that day, playing the piano, some kind of waltz. just when they were about to reach the second movement her hand had stopped tapping the rhythm on his shoulder. of course he accounted it as normal, she had been doing it for quite some time, but then when he continued the melody she remained still and unmoving. it was giving the young boy a creepy feeling, apprehension and dread, so his fingers stopped.
he wished that he hadn’t stopped playing, even to this day.
immediately her form had slumped over the piano and a substance started to drench the white keys. it slipped through every nook and cranny, touched and practically enveloped his left hand. blood. to his side, when his head had turned, was his beautiful, dead mother. her mouth was slightly open, foam slowly plopping down, her brown hair matted with the red liquid pouring all over, hands white and much paler than it should be, and eyes brimmed with tears. just like any child he did the only thing that came into mind: scream. it was a painful screech, of agony and despair, what happened? who did this? why the f**k was it her?!
kuro bolted up and pushed himself away from the bloody mess and ran out into the kitchen, clawing at the paint to reach the blasted phone. who would he call? father? no, he was away, always somewhere when they needed him the most. the police? wait, was this even a murder? with no option left he simply called the paramedics, mumbling and frantically yelling, “blood!” “mother!” “piano!” “tears!” “why her?!” before he had shoved the stupid thing away and ran back to maya. maybe she was playing a game with him? they did it at times, pretended to play scenes from movies, shows, or day events. was this one of those times? his mother had a habit of pulling them off at the gravest of times, to bring out a laugh from his perpetual frowning face. maybe she was just faking it? he took the gullible chance and followed his pathetic excuse and simply re-seated himself onto the bench, propping his still bloody fingers. he was quivering, shaking, still rattling. she would wake up, she would wake up.
at the back of his mind he began to wonder about something, the reason for this particular event. was he that of an eyesore? he had already known that he was different, far more mature and odder than the typical child, plus he was totally different in appearance. his skin was ghastly white, like his father’s, eyes red like mother, but his hair was a whole different thing. it was snow white, bordering silver and grey, something the other two didn’t have.
the officials came to the scene of a normal home, everything silent, except a soft melody flowing through the living room. in there was a bowing body and a playing child, red flowing down and slowly drenching the carpets.
the funeral procession was simply and small, just himself and akira. then again, there was something off during then as well. right after the whole event some lady (outsider his mind filled in) came in to comfort his father, hugging him and whispering sweet nothings. he actually began to see more of her over the weeks, and soon months. his father was beginning to become to his normal self again, laughing along and starting to love the imposter woman. no matter how hard she tried to buy the young child he simply evaded and excused himself. no one was going to replace his mother. worse came to worse and she finally did. the two got married two years later and his ‘family’ became “whole” once more.
it would never be, by his standards.
the young boy didn’t pay much attention to his new mother, who was named amaya (who did she think she was fooling?) and akira. by now he had taken up a simply way of living: wake up, shower, dress, eat, attend school, work, sleep. the faster he could grow up, the better. the place was suffocating him. and this wasn’t just the end of everything, things became much worse for the child. just when his life was becoming relatively normal once more, aside from the usual nightmare here and there, their family moved to japan. the two were japanese by birth, unlike maya, and decided to start anew. pfft, right. though, even if he was going to miss his real home he tried to look at the brighter side of things and accept the blasted change. if they wanted a new start, then he would give them on – the transformation began.
from the meek, quiet, and reclusive child he started to become outgoing, uncaring, and violent. children his age picked on him due to his odd looks, teased and pulled pranks him. it was only a matter of time. they knew it was coming, just not so soon. by the age of thirteen kuro was known to be a strange delinquent. he has gotten into fights with plenty of other students, older or younger, and known as a ‘heartbreaker’ by most girls yet able to pull up some pretty high marks. he was hospitalized many times for fractures and broken bones, stitches and scars. many didn’t dare to go against him and simply moved away from his line of sight. he was an antisocial person and only few actually dared to go close and talk to him, even fewer to be befriended. there were actually some, not a lot (he could only count using only one hand), but they stuck through by him until the end. rumours would fly like crazy, that he was this mad person, this total rebel punk who had no type of law in his home. it didn’t bring him any shame, he did know better and simply didn't want to show people that he did, but it did affect his parents. his father was sane enough to know that he still couldn’t forget maya, would never let this other woman into his life, but the lady simply wouldn’t let it slide.
all the words, lies, actions, mockeries, and whatnots were nothing compared to what amaya did to him. father never knew, he was never there due to his new job, and simply thought of it as another fight. luckily he survived the little ‘hit’ and escaped the accident with a scar. his neck was almost mutilated, bearing this hideous scar, running from the base to the lower middle back. he had to escape, and fast.
when he was released from the hospital he became more tamed and kept everything in. no more fights, detentions, and phone calls home. he always tread with caution around his parents, kept his mouth shut, and literally became a walking zombie. his nightmares became diagnosed as insomnia and with him living in a house of his almost-murderer he became distraught. he began to take up playing the piano again, along with his bass, though the two never knew about it. he became very private and worked for his things. however, right when he hit seventeen he simply moved out of the modest home and into his own little apartment. he worked, that was for sure, but his ‘parents’ paid most of everything until he finished university and got a decent part-time job. kuro didn’t visit or exchange words, promptly cut most ties, and moved himself to some other part of the country. his paranoia- his hate, went so far as to forcing him to change his name: kuro. he would paint everything black, wash it all away with a void and leave everything behind.
what little friends he made he kept, all of their names etched on his walls and numbers in his cell. he kept two small portraits of his family: new and old. he may have hated what happened but he wasn’t that heartless, he still respected them. and university life began this way. it was a hectic start, for sure, because people were practically shooting him puzzled gazes about his appearance. then there was his conduct, a total contrast from his looks. luckily not many new about his violent record and he himself didn’t get into any fights. ...though that didn’t mean that he didn’t do it for self-defence, sometimes pestered by sports clubs to join in too. it was definitely a new start to his own life, somewhere far off the tangent and away from his nightmares.
he only hoped that it would stay that way.[/ul][/size][/blockquote]
the true mastermind,
”one who plays, conjures, and casts.”
”one who plays, conjures, and casts.”
name: destroyer ; kuro-kun ![/i] to phone his parents about his usual absence he would’ve never made an appearance to the stupid orientation. One, it was pointless. Precious learning/teaching time would be taken away and tomorrow another essay would probably be handed to them, perhaps to write about what the presentation was about. It was a very mature concept, some actually followed through and plopped one of those suckers down. The annoying thing was that the bloody presentation had been a month ago! Seriously, did these people have nothing better to do but make their lives more miserable? Secondly, wasn’t it a bit too late to have corporate business men talk to them, as if they were children, about their future careers? He was already taking marketing, wasn’t that enough?
contact: pm, aim, email (please do not add to msn)
rp sample:
The young man simply heaved a small defeated sigh and propped his chin on his hand, and stared at the droning suits. He was way far up at the back and couldn’t be seen by the duo, thus there would certainly be no involvement for his part. It was probably, most likely, about the same old things the teachers back in high school talked about: why it was the best choice, the qualifications, which job you would land, and etc. It was simply frustrating that they were wasting their breath for something so useless, because the people they were talking to were almost adults themselves. Well, the only good thing about this mini-excursion was that there would be no assignment, aside from the ones he already had. But, ugh, he should’ve brought something to play with. Then again, it was quite rude and disrespectful, so it would be out of the question. Technically, him silent mulling over how this was a completely idiotic and pointless seminar was also rude, maybe he could actually pick up a thing or two from then.
... the thought simply left from his brain as they began to talk about the types of courses that they needed, much less blandly advertising their own company. This, Kuro deemed, was a total bore. Finally giving into the temptation of alleviating his boredom he promptly bent over, took out his notebook, and began to doodle and jot random things. Might as well prepare for the worse.[/size][/ul][/quote]
face claim:[/blockquote]
[b]kuro[/b] // [b]rammsteiner, haine[/b] // [b]dogs: bullets & carnage[/b][/size]
