Post by yukito on Mar 1, 2011 3:29:44 GMT -6
::Yukito Namorabi::
Type: Original
Age:17
Gender:Male
Sexuality: Straight
Crushes: None.
Face Claim: Tieria Erde, Gundam 00.
Appearance:Standing at 5.9 is one of the most androgynous males that Ouran probably ever saw. In terms of height it is average for a male but rather tall for a female. With a meager 122 pounds on his frame, it gave quite the deceptive illusion of a misplacement shape in frame. If that isn’t enough, he also had a fair complexion which did little to promote the true gender of the body. Then again its note worthy that he himself doesn’t give his male hormones much reign to do as they wish. Always his body is kept completely sanitary which shows in the pristine shape of his cubicles and health of his hair. Typically he lets it flow freely down to his shoulders, but uses extensions on special occasions so it appears much longer. Since he uses facial cleansers Yukito also retains a great deal of the youth on his skin. He actively remove hair he doesn't want that gives away his true gender via spa treatments and waxing.
This hair that is so well maintain had the unusual shade of dark lavender to it. It is evenly cut hovering off the shoulders without tangle or thickness. The brows didn’t betray this trend of over maintenance as they are slim and not following the normal flow of a male structure but instead had the feminine lithe shape that went straight and elevates away from the eye and closer to the forehead. Typically the lashes are lush and full, though there could be no doubt he uses an eye lash curler and mascara. The eyes themselves are also an unnatural shade, having a more demonic red. Since the eyes are the gateway to the soul this might have been the only genuine hint that let someone know the type of person this is. Most of his face is has frame by the violet hair by bangs that flow with the rest of the hair, but cut off mid-journey to the neck.
In terms of attire it is quite random and has bases on how he felt at the moment of being adorn. Yuki's typical themes are much more “ I’m better than you” looks, long, sleek and close to the skin. There are usually patches of flesh here and there to entice, but never much to give even the vaguest hint of what his body looks like beyond that. He clearly knows what clothes attract attention and how to wear each one. He also recognizes where his flaws are so while the legs might be quite out in the open with stockings or knee-highs, the tops tend to be loose enough to where the entire outline of his body isn't apparent. Though there are exceptions to this as well. While he has contacts and has adjust to them, Yukito prefers glasses because of the impression it leaves on people.
Personality:If there is a person that someone had in mind when the word manipulation was born, Yukito may just be their ancestor. Everything he does seem to be for deception purposes and a way to gauge a human response to a certain concept. He is perfectly content with saying one thing to one person and the exact opposite to another. Most of what Yukito does has bases on the decision of “what does this get me.” If his deduction shows it to be something of benefit then he’ll embrace it fully, if it will harm he’ll leave it alone. That’s not to say he doesn’t take risks and sometimes Yukito really can’t read a person that well; most of the time he bases his opinions on bold assumptions. His arrogance tends to keep others away, but then again it will seem like that is his goal. In truth he really doesn't care about acceptance from anyone but his parents which meant he can freely act as he pleases without the worry of losing “friendship.”
Power is key, the gender bender sacrifices everything for it even his pride as a man. Constantly he studies and absorbs knowledge at a rapid rate and learns how to form new ways to approach old problems. By abandoning what other people call proper or right Yukito gains a distinct advantage that allows him to do things others wont. To win is all the same to him, as long as he won. That is the way the business world operates too. Most of the time he studies to increase or reinforce his knowledge. But his goals are clear to him; he knows where he wants to be… whatever is the most powerful business position. The child is meant to surpass the parent to show growing strength in the blood line, however it is a rather challenging to surpass his father who served on the House of Councilors and currently works as vice president of a major Japanese shipping industry. It is because of this he has trouble accepting anything that’s bellow perfect and might discriminate something on the bases of price and not quality. Food and clothes brands especially suffer from this.
Deep down he is not proud of himself, he lives his life for someone else and does nothing of what he really wants to do. Yukito worries about his future and the karma he’ll have to sew for the way he treats people and believes fully that god will punish him for every ant he steps on to get to where he wants to be. Despite that it isn’t enough for him to change who he feels he should be and thus embraces a life not of his own making. Yukito doesn’t even like cross-dressing but knows the kind of power it gives him and as long as it does, he has no intention to stop. Eighty percent of what he does has bases on estimations so the traps weakness is those that operate without logic and still achieve victory. Needless to say he doesn’t take losing very well and will form rivalries with any threat. Yukito won’t get his hands dirty, but he will sit back and watch as people try to clean up messes he creates.
History:Born as the first and only son of Kiddo Namorabi, he was put at first up against three sisters as his elders and eventually another one came along for a total of five children and him as the only male. Yukito’s dad was the second seat of a major shipping industry and eventually served in the House of Councils for one six year term. As for his mother, she worked as a cosmetic evaluator that backed some risky brands that ended up rising to be high level competitors in the fashion world. The entire family is highly pressured to do well and all of them aim high. They grew up with the best resources so a lot is also expected of them. From their very first grades they were in private schools and received one on one tutors of complimentary standard. Each child reached for the stars without making their own decisions following an artificial path.
Early on he began studying human behavior, how to tell when someone was lying to him, how people reacted differently to different concepts. What made them drop their guard, what made them angry, what made them pay attention; humans became less like humans and more like genie pigs. They were tested and prodded daily; he found it most interest to test those that thought they had power over him and that thought he respected their authority. Yukito learned the value of lying and how easy it was to deceive those that didn’t pay attention to the world around them. Despite his advancements and catching up to his sisters in terms of raw knowledge, Yuki was still lagging behind in terms of the positions they were appointed in school, the respect they received and the way that it made their life’s easier. There were certain things that were expected of him but not of his sisters. At first he assumed it to be age, but when his younger sister Mizuri started gaining the same advantages his mind was perplexed. It’s not that they scored better on tests or anything, but they were allowed extra credit assignments, leans on their grading curve, extensions on due dates and personal help from teachers after class… and other luxuries not afforded to him. For a while he was blinded to the simple truth of why.
Their were certain roles and responsibilities that followed with each gender, one had “what was expected” and another had “ what you can do”. His first instinct was to just defeat and compete with anyone who did better than him, so for a while his attitude was very battle like and he was willing to back stab and make false friendships all for the sake of excelling. But the entire process became exhausting, having to work much harder than his sister and not getting better results. Eventually he reached his final decision and right out of elementary school, when he started junior high in a new private school, it was as Yuki Namorabi a twelve year old pre-teen girl. Since he was staying in the school dorms and paid extra to make sure he didn’t have to room with anyone, Yuki was able to keep away from his family and old schoolmates. Essentially he started over now as a girl in a completely different scenario. His estimation turned out to be quite correct, as girl his work became much easier to maintain and he was able to surpass his second eldest sister who had already been passed by the third. When Mitsuko started to sink under her younger siblings, Yukito noted that she began getting less favor from their parents and limitations were put on her when the sky was the limit before. The other four children knew what it meant and knew their fate would be no different if they started to fall too.
Eventually his parents did find out about this “Yuki” personality and while his father was disappointed that his only son was becoming like a daughter too; he couldn’t deny the level of progress that Yukito was making. Though he did eventually talk to him about how he would have been much stronger if he kept the restraints of being male on him. Yukito just argued that he found even greater strength in trying to keep up a constant lie and he was learning both sides of the world for each gender. As for his mother, she fully embraced it and made it a pet project of hers to go out shopping with Yukito and having him try out new products of the cosmetic industry that weren’t even released to the public yet. It was rough for him though, he’d gone from only being Yuki at school to being her out in the public now too. Eventually he adapted and with his mother’s resources was able to make Yuki become a flawless image. At the age of fourteen he even had some false breasts crafted and new ones replaced it later on to give the illusion of their growth. Some of his sister had a field day with it as well though he did draw the line at panties. With their knowledge he learned to maintain the looks on his own and what was considered fashionable.
In Ouran he soon found the limits to his power, influence, deception and knowledge. He was surrounded by people at or near his level and even above. Yukito spent his first semester deeply in his studies and eventually rose in the ranks of his class… but ended up falling short of one Kyoya Ootori he constantly held better standing and more respect. Oddly enough he was male so it confused him ever more. Kyoya had secrets to obtaining knowledge that were his alone, Yukito had every intention of figuring out what they were though. However in pursuing Kyoya he was faced with someone who could perform severely in depth background checks and Ootori became the first to know that Yukito was no female. It was because of his rivalry with Kyoya that he found out about the Host Club in the first place. Yukito began buying time with Kyoya in hopes of finding the key to the way he absorbed knowledge.Controller's Information
Nickname: Becca
Age: 27
Gender: Tranny.
Seen the Anime?: Yes.
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Sample RP:
Teddy didn't take it in time, Akashi jumped off the side of the jeep taking about 10 feet back in pace. Once there he went into a quick dash forward making a very high jump to put himself at even level with the siren thrusting one hand down on the open window for support gripping onto it while lashing his foot forward. Like it was giving its last breath, the fire made a single automatized ring that died down as if its batteries went out. From there the Asian simply slid back into the spot he was sitting before, snagging the siren while completing his jump. Still he landed on one of the bracer bars of the vehicles hoods so that didn't feel very good at all."Ita.... YOSSHA!" Basically he said "ow" then " HELL YEAH." Well actually the word meant "Yes" Woohoo" or "Alright!" Hell yeah would of been more Jigoku Hai! But it didn't really exist in Japan so he'd just be transferring and updating a word to its American cousin. Holding the thing up though, he made a victory peace sign toward Teddy... was she impressed? Damn right she better be! He stole a siren, this was sooooo badass! He'd hug onto the thing like it was his new best friend or something, Teddy may not get it but for Jadeite whenever he transcended man it was the biggest rush of his life, this siren was his refusal to obey the law... and it meant even more because his powers were at the moment gone.
Teddy's warnings were some where in the distant passed, it was doubtful he'd even heard them. Damn he got a little carried away didn't he? Like a motorcycle helmet he'd prop the siren under one arm as his grand victory trophy. One might ask what he planned to do with that thing and the answer was... Akashi had no idea either. Most of the things he used to surpass human limitations were kept in his room in random areas, there were street lights, stop signs, chairs taken from a police station and a lot of other government property all over that thing. What one person saw as trash, he found to be the ultimate treasure. Money couldn't compete with the rush of knowing he'd smack big brother in the face. In the over all scheme of things it probably didn't matter much, but for now Akashi could enjoy his moment. " Too late, I bet I know how you perform after all." Oh yes he said that... and yes it was pretty obvious what he was referring to, but Teddy might be dense enough not to get it... if that was the case, he had no intention of explaining it to her.
Mocking her voice again, he'd repeat such a stale line... maybe in hopes that she'd understand how lame she sounded saying it. "and reality check, I am human." Rolled his eyes dropping the teddy tone to adopt his own heavily Asian one. It' taken a while to get his english sounding fluent, even longer to add pronouns that most japanese people left out of their sentences when first learning the language but still he had the accent. Words like Am, I, Me they were hard to add... and even harder to make it sound consistent with the flow of a sentence. But it was over now, he got the language for the most part, it was the names of shit that caught him off guard now. Honestly he found english slang more comfortable on then english itself, sounds like er were rough, but a little slang and it sounded good with just an a... why the heck was he thinking about this stuff now? There was a siren in his hand, this was a call for celebration! Looked over as she finally took a seat, protectively moving the siren to his opposite side away from her, that's why she came up here... she wanted his prize! "Welcome to my world, I like to call it limbo. Its not heaven but its not earth anymore either. This is how you become more than human, its why there are laws against it. The police are here to make sure you stay within your limitations, assholes." Propped his elbow up on the siren, it was still flashing red every few seconds... now Akashi wanted a blue one...
Most of her woman equal rights crap went in one ear and out the other, he'd already said his peace and she wasn't changing his mind with them wanting to be women again when the time was convenient. "Funny, I want to be treated like a man 24/7 and yet you're telling me women want to be treated like men sometimes and woman others? Once again your gender is inconsistent and fickle. You're not going to convince me of a damn thing if these are your best moves. However you can resist wanting to seduce me so i'll give ya props for will power." Yes he was actually convinced that all women deep down wanted to have him in the dirtiest ways, that's just how delusional he was. Still he had been prodding the waters with this one, seeing how far he could push her and although having humans and females insulted didn't seem to get her engine running... calling her flat sure as hell did. Akashi shot forward as her elbow caught him in the same spot the gang of three Mexican's had taken it to him. It still hurt, he wasn't fully recovered at all... they messed him up, hell Kashi didn't even know why he'd let those bastards live... and now he wish he hadn't. "Itai, Itai, Itai!" Laid back on the car roof kicking his feet a bit like he was throwing a tantrum about it. But first and foremost!.... check to make sure his shades were still secure. They were fine, woot! Yay for small victories!
"So that's your kryptonite huh?" Laughed a bit through the pain leaning forward after she slid off the car, glancing at her breasts from not too far away from them thing time, over the rim of his shades. " Achilles heel, walking forest, yellow light, breaking point, elastic limit, the straw that breaks the camels back... a pair of what, B-32's...4's... I don't see the potential for 6 so I wont go that high." This... THIS was payback for that pink lady shit. He knew a bunch of ways to call someone flat too. " Well you must be a pirate dream, they search all over for sunken chest. I mean I said you needed a sex change but I didn't think you were THIS far ahead of me. What happen, put your chest on backward? So did you buy that ironing board with the shirt or were they each sold separately?" Ok that was enough for now, REVENGE WAS SWEET! Ok so almost killing her was pretty fun too, but these were epic cool! "Well the hairs not bad, face is... eh." Balances hand a bit as if it could go either way. "Bodies pretty smoking in the waist and hip department. Skin complexion's not something I go for, really you don't have much physically going for ya. Its your head that makes you stand out from the rest of the chicks, you're 90% inside and 10% outside. Bellow my standards but still you're a lot of fun to pick on." Yeah yeah, she could make her threats about the fight, he really couldn't careless. If she kept hanging around, he'd just unleash more insults. Do girls like her run away crying? He'd gotten quite a few to do it in the past, it was funny... but this one knew that his gut was vulnerable on the right side... not cool.
