Post by yuuta on Feb 5, 2011 22:34:38 GMT -6
Yuuta Jian
Type: Original
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual (?)
Crushes: -
Face Claim: Ryoushi Morino, Ookami-san
Appearance:Yuuta, well, he doesn’t exactly make much of an impression. Some might say he’s ‘very forgettable, but only if they were feeling particularly generous; average height, average build, and oh-so-very average slouch. Indeed, ‘average’ might be your best bet if, for some reason, you were trying to describe him in one word. Most people forget all about him after their initial meeting, only to be overcome by some strange sense of déjà vu when they see his meek figure flitting around the edges of their gatherings. And really, that’s exactly the way he prefers it. Being invisible doesn’t really get you many friends, but nor does it fetch you enemies. That, and, to be frank, Yuuta’s rather, sort of, fairly, maybe, quite painfully shy.
His day-to-day clothing is likewise. Plain and baggy, his wardrobe is essentially a collection of t-shirts and cargo pants; maybe a few jumpers and jackets here and there for cooler days, and shorts for warmer weather. All in all, not quite drab enough to stand out, and not so fashionable that he holds people’s attention for more than two seconds. And, if you were wondering, it’s most definitely not from lack of designer labels that he chooses to do this.
Standing at just over 1.6m, and weighing in at a little under 53kg, he really is quite a stick, mostly skin and bones with hardly any lean muscle. Sort of wimpy; definitely the kind of guy who looks like he’d get beat up real quick in a fight. His eyes are more often than not hidden away by his bangs, his hair some strange shade of greenish-black which he upkeeps with only minimal effort.
Yuuta isn’t what you could call unattractive, but he makes a very big effort to appear plain. Very, very plain. His plainness cannot be emphasized enough. He will emphasize his plainness to you. He’s like those extras in movies, that you see once and forget about, except you see him every day. He is the furthest away from exciting you could possibly get. Really.
Personality:
If it isn’t quite evident from all the effort he’s made to be the most boring character ever, Yuuta’s terribly, terribly shy. Yeah. He’s pretty insecure with just about everything, up to and including socializing, schoolwork, and his family. As a result, dealing with other individuals isn’t exactly his forte, and he finds himself intimidated by people just looking at him funny, finding himself agreeing all to quickly to the suggestions and whims of others. Constantly thinking that everyone around him is judging him isn’t helping.
Yuuta is, at core, a very altruistic personality, even if he doesn’t really get a chance to show it, placing other people’s needs above his own. However, a large portion of that is derived from the fact that he really doesn’t value himself. A combination of childhood pressures and lack of a social life has resulted in him becoming quite withdrawn, and dishonest with himself about his problems. Well, since he’s so bad around people anyway, his little good deeds are usually done out of sight, and behind people’s backs. Somebody else takes the credit? Even better!
However, he’s obtained a entire slew of skills in lieu of his lack of social life, being an avid musician, playing both the piano and violin, and also a skilled painter. His inexplicable shyness doesn’t translate over to anyone who can’t talk back either. So he’s wonderful with dogs, but a mess when it comes to parrots. Hard working and generous, you would think he’s a likeable personality; if only he ever showed his face around social gatherings.
History:To understand Yuuta’s current situation, you’d have to understand his parentage first. Marrying out of both mutual attraction and necessity, the Jiang-Jian clothing line merged with TERASU inc, both large, highly successful corporations in their own right, to form JJT. The circumstances of the both the merger and the marriage had been only speculated towards, and official details were never released. Nonetheless, when Yuuta’s parents married nineteen years ago, both of them had very clear cut plans for where their company was headed.
Yuuta was born as the second child of his family, with a sister two years older than him, and a younger brother. It was his sister who was supposed to inherit the company, and Yuuta had never once questioned his position in the family. Nine years ago, his sister was incapacitated in a car-crash, falling into coma. It was not known whether she’d regain consciousness.
Yuuta was in China at the time of the accident, along with his grandparents. He had been for the past four years, being educated in the country of his father. Already painfully shy due to bullying, bigotry and racism by his peers, that accident of his sister (whom he barely knew) hardly helped. He was shipped back to Japan immediately, to take up the duty of the heir, in case his sister didn’t recover. She never did.
Life support was cut last year.
In that time, his parents managed to push all their expectations of his sister onto Yuuta, and more, but their constant pressure has only led to him becoming more and more withdrawn in his shell. Formerly home-tutored, their decision to send their son to Ouran was made as a consequence of his chronic inability to interact with people. Taking their son to the presses and interviews only resulted in embarrassing themselves, and he was nothing more than a human-shaped piece of furniture during functions.
Unable to refuse due to the very reason his parents decided to ship him off to Ouran. That was this year. And he transferred in as a high-school sophomore, in the middle of the term, while also being forced to move to one of his family’s peripheral homes when it came to light that the school was actually situated quite a ways away from the main household.
And off Yuuta went, voicing not one word of complaint, because ‘father knew best’. Naturally, he held his reservations, but even Yuuta knew that he had to somehow fix that weak personality of his. You could argue that getting thrown into a household full of unfamiliar faces, into an utterly foreign neighborhood, and being shoved into some elitist high-school with absolutely no experience beyond home-tutoring were pretty drastic measures, but eventually it was Yuuta himself justified the decision of his parents, in his insecurity about his own opinions. Sure, he was probably going to flounder, but, oh! It was for his own good!
It remains yet to be seen how this new development in his life will play out. However, some way or another, Yuuto’s probably going to have to get over his massive lack of self-confidence.
Controller's Information
Nickname: Creeper (~)
Age: Seventeen in July~
Gender: F
Seen the Anime?: Yawp.
How Did You Find Us?: Some ad on FNG. Oh, yeah, also Nak/Vince helped.
Sample RP:Dinner. Why did it have to be dinner of all things? And, to top it all off, it was at a round table, and no matter how hard he tried, surreptitiously avoiding eye contact with all fifteen other members of his table was beyond even him. Dressed in that ridiculously flashy suit that his mother had picked out for him, he was sitting stock still, a forced smile plastered all over his face, which he flashed at anybody who might’ve regarded him.
Yuuta had no idea why his father had insisted he come along to his business function, but, unable to refuse outright, here he was; back stiff as a board, no appetite, hands even shaking. What sort of impression was he making? Some sort of rude little daddy’s boy who couldn’t even bother to say hello? Some unkempt, ignorant bumpkin? Even he knew he wasn’t assertive enough, but there was really nothing he could’ve done. Oh, sure, everybody was carrying on like he wasn’t there, but Yuuta was sure he was being an annoyance; unwanted as it was.
Except he just couldn’t gather the courage to excuse himself from the table.
Just keep on smiling. Only for tonight. Keep on smiling. Only for tonight. Keeponsmiling. Onlyfortonight.
He repeated that strange mantra in his head as he attempted to sit through the evening. Of course; his inexplicable shyness was illogical. It didn’t make sense. All it took was a few words, maybe a smile; a nod. Except telling himself to loosen up only achieved the opposite effect. It was a vicious cycle that Yuuta couldn’t break out of, and he would probably spend the rest of the night staring at his plate, but the possibility of actually engaging in conversation with the rowdy bunch around the table seemed too terrifying to even conceive.
