Post by corza on Jun 7, 2011 0:35:10 GMT -6
::Youta Yoshida::
Type: Original
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Unsure
Crushes: Kyoya?
Face Claim: Ciel Phantomhive from Kuroshitsuji(Black Butler)
Appearance:Youta looks very young for his age. Being petite and having a slender build, he looks closer to boy than man. He also has very feminine features. His black hair is a light shade of black, constantly reflecting the light. He wears it long, usually in pigtails, with his bangs covering his right eye. He also usually wears a ribbon in it like a headband. His eyes are a pale blue-grey, appearing almost lavender at times.
As for style of dress, Youta wears the girls uniform to school most days. On rare occasions, he wears a tailored boys uniform. No matter what, though, he always wears more old-fashioned English clothing, never even bordering on wearing traditional Japanese dress. To formal occasions, he wears fancy dresses with frills and bows, and always a top hat.
Personality:Youta has never been outgoing, particularly around other boys. Where others compete at sports or other more physical competitions, he watches from the sidelines. He is slightly envious of those that can be outgoing and powerful, those that shine in their own spotlight wherever they go; and also envious of those with physical prowess, which is a department he has tried again and again to develop, but never can.
His true passion, though, is music, which he excels at. He plays the piano, all classical music, though if he could, he'd convince his parents to let him learn guitar and join a pop band. Since resigning himself to never achieve his dream, instead of working harder to achieve it, he works on school projects with fervor, often appearing to be a school-workaholic and bookworm in his quest to try and convince himself he's enjoying himself.
Though part of a rich family, Youta doesn't spend much time in the high class social circles of other CEO's sons. He has had freedom as the youngest of five sons to explore the common world and taken advantage of it. He doesn't see it as “strange” or “wondrous”, just a different style of normal. It's a place he can discover new music without his parents involvement, and his hideaway when life becomes too much.
As far as being mistaken for a girl is concerned, Youta doesn't mind at all. His mother calls him “daughter”; his brothers, “sister”; so he's been raised with the expectation of his gender being confused. He never corrects people that make the assumption, instead he almost acts the role. It's something he's good at, and it's almost a private aspiration to leave school without anyone being sure of which gender he is.
History:Youta was born at a time his family thought they would have no more children, already having four sons, the youngest of which was ten at the time. His mother had wanted a daughter, and talked his father into letting her raise this youngest child as she pleased. So from the very beginning, she pretended she had the daughter she always wished for. She encouraged the older boys to help with this, and they did, calling him “sister”, though no one ever went so far as to tell him he wasn't a boy.
When he started school, he was the spoiled “little girl” and used to it, so it was no surprise he didn't even try to fit in with the boys his age. Even though he watched them playing games such as basketball, he had no interest in joining himself. It was something his brothers did, but they never really encouraged him to. Instead, he had done crafts and projects with his mother, trying on new dresses for fashion shows and the like as well.
Things at home changed drastically for him when he started middle school. His mother moved on from her obsession with her “daughter”, leaving him alone as all his brothers had moved out. He was given freedom and didn't know what to do with it. As he became more lonely, he took to exploring the city near his house, accompanied by the family butler at first, but growing more independent as he adventured. His love of music and the piano took him to various music shops where he discovered there was more than just classical music, and there were bands made up of boys like him that dressed like girls.
When he tried to talk to his mother about learning guitar, she outfight refused, and he went further into being a recluse, the mysterious kid in the back of classes, always doing the work, but never really taking to anyone. This attitude followed to Ouran High School, but his desire to watch real young men being young men has been drawing him to Music Room 3, where he can see what it is he could be if he was brave enough. He has only gone rarely, though, afraid someone will find out his secret and banish him from coming again.Controller's Information
Nickname: Corza
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Seen the Anime?: Some, and read most of the manga
How Did You Find Us?: On The Edge
Sample RP:
Youta Yoshida was nervous as he looked into the room. It was the home of the infamous Host Club, where boys entertained girls, where they showed what it meant to be gentlemen, and everything Youta wasn't. They were confident, strong, and very male, which was definitely something he knew he wasn't. He was shy, never even confident enough to tell people he was a boy that dressed up like a girl, instead willing to let them assume what they would.
With a deep breath, he fixed his hair ribbon, even though it was already right where it was supposed to and stood up trying to look as though he wasn't nervous at all about coming into this room. He expected at any moment for everyone to turn and stare, to accuse him of something, or simply tell him he was unwanted. “Hello,” he said softly, a small hopeful smile and blush on his face. He had to struggle not to show the all-out awe he felt now he had stepped foot in the room. From the door it had looked pretty and extravagant, now he was inside, it was so much more. He could see why these boys were here, they were the most handsome in the entire school. And the girls, they were princesses, so well-fitted to this room. He couldn't help but feel his blush darken. He didn't belong here, he wasn't a prince, he wasn't a princess. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew he wouldn't turn and leave. This could be his only chance to see this paradise in person, and nothing would let him forgive himself if he gave that up.
