Post by cass on Aug 18, 2011 23:48:34 GMT -6
::Sunny Takeuchi::
Type: Original
Age: Sixteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual; leans towards femininity.
Crushes: Mitsukuni Haninozuka and Haruhi Fujioka. Also, minorly, Tamaki Suoh.
Face Claim: Tsubasa Amaha from Starry☆Sky
Appearance:Something like a ten-year-old trapped in a sixteen-year-olds body, as far as expressions go. He's usually got a cheery or bemused smile strapped onto pale-complexioned cheeks, and it really does make him look younger than he is. Although his family isn't known for good-looks, Sunny manages to get by; his father was apparently also fortunate in the facial structure department, and so with Sunny as a mirror image of those features it's only natural. However, it's not his face that's really interesting. The more fascinating aspects of Sunny include hair and eye color, with a short nod to his height.
Sunny's hair is his father's, as seems to be a trend. Purple, fairly easy to manage, but grown in an odd way that makes his bangs impossible to part correctly. Most of the time, he pins the fringe back or clips it sideways. When the hair is let down, it covers his gaze. He originally was happy for the cover, not especially proud of eyes his cousins called "that woman's color." Periwinkle-gray-blue, bright with youth but deepened by an understanding. The stare of an old soul. Eventually, though, with coaxing from peers, Sunny made a habit of showing off his eye color. For reading, he wears red glasses, as he is slightly off a solid 20/20.
The men in the Takeuchi family are routinely tall, and so nobody even thought to be confused when Sunny hit six feet at age fifteen and didn't stop there. A total of 6'3" according to his last measurement, both Kyosuke and Shinji before him boasted prime heights of 6'5" in their thirties. Sunny is expected to only get taller in the following years, skinny in build with a runner's musculature. He seems a bit unaware of his height and often bumps into door-frames or low ceilings, standing on tip-toe to look over crowds despite the silliness of such- as if he's yet to comprehend the feeling of being a head over average.
The one bit of jewelry he wears, completely out of sentimental value as he hardly worries over appearance details, is a silver bracelet. Rubies are dotted along it, and attached is a bejeweled charm in the shape of a lion. A gift from his grandfather in early childhood, Shinji's favorite nickname for Sunny was "little lion." Partly a reference to his zodiac, partly a reference to his father being of the same zodiac, and partly a nod at his lion-like heart. He had an earring made to match the bracelet-sometimes-anklet, due to a wild-streak when he was younger and pierced his right ear. However, that Sunny only ever wears on extremely depressing days, or when home by himself.
His outfits are separated into three categories; work, school, and play. For work, he is known to wear a casually tailored suit, green accents, formal but clear enough that he doesn't need to try to earn respect, it simply comes from his high rank position. School is the basic boy's uniform, although Sunny tends to forget himself in some cases; leaves his tie loosened, forgets to tuck in half his shirt; it adds to his charming nonchalance, but is completely accidental to him and otherwise annoying to some. Play is the largest variant, and also the most disheveled. Sunny, despite his name, tends to dress in darker colors, hues of blue or purple, always a bit cooky with knee-high socks being a popular theme. And, if he could get away with his pair of jean overalls, he'd probably wear them everywhere.
Personality:The mind of a toy maker is a special sort of recipe. It requires equal parts child and old age, spiced by curiosity. Fueled with the enthusiasm and humor of youth, then cultivated through the experienced hands of an elder. No matter his height or looks, Sunny stopped growing the very instant he turned ten. However, even before he got to be three years old, nursemaids were proud to boast just how good-tempered the child was, how he never cried or acted selfishly as toddlers often do. It wasn't from their care, though. In actuality, Sunny's temperament was a product of his grandfather's wise influence. Even after the man's death, he presented himself like a clone of Shinji, care-free and cheerful about life.
Unfortunately, with his child-like attention span, Sunny never was one for school work or studying. His mind reached out more to a less appreciated portion of intellect. Hobbies and skills beyond a class room are rarely noted as positive by adults, who are only interested in seeing the younger generations achieve high grades. Sunny never was the kind of person to worry about others' opinions on his life, and so hardly batted an eyelash when tutors warned him that his study habits were not nearly as diligent as expected from the head of a business. His art, his inventing, was always a step higher on the ladder of importance than school. It certainly was not something his teachers were fond of, and the laziness in class became considered a waste of talent.
Laughter is the best medicine, and definitely something to thrive on. Sunny noticed this at an early age and started to focus on making others smile, simple enough due to his optimism. His happiness is derived from the happiness of others, and while being silly or random earns the desired affect it's much more than that. Playing along with things and being a bit foolish on purpose are the mere building blocks of a proper comedian. Sunny is glad to entertain others at his own expense, show-case his nonsensical nature for the public to giggle at. It's not favored by the rest of the Takeuchi family, as it puts a strange light on the companies they affiliate with, but those outside the realm of business discussions hardly frown at it.
While he is a goofy, too-happy kid, Sunny isn't slow in his eccentricity by any means. He has a peaceful, honest view of the world and the people in it. This allows for him to comprehend situations and the individuals in those situations quickly. You could call him observant if his wisdom wasn't based more on thought than sight. He is quote-worthy in his wisdom of existence, which mostly revolves around the ideas his grandfather passed down. Sunny likes to speak in phrases that tend to provoke thought, enlighten, and either amuse or help those that listen.
Beyond his brain, though, is a heart. A really big, beating heart. Born two sizes too big, armed with sword and shield as if a knight. Much like a child, as per usual, Sunny is unnecessarily brave and caring for those around him. He's good at comforting, good at protecting, the kind of guy who would jump up to face bullets or worse for anyone nice enough to smile at him. It's the wisdom that aids in this, too. Wisdom that brings about knowledge in which life is better spent saving others than saving one's self.
In social interaction, Sunny is charming... if somewhat odd. He requires attention on some level and abhors being alone, so socialness is fairly necessary. Outgoing and friendly, he isn't put off by negative attitudes, so starting up conversation with strangers isn't hard. Go-with-the-flow, difficult to upset or insult, Sunny likes to cheer others up whenever possible, regardless of any damage to himself. He becomes even calmer than normal when surrounded by others who are as optimistic as he is, and can even advise friends. In romance, Sunny barely alters himself, except maybe in that he becomes reliant on the person- as was raised without parents, he strangely projects a need for care onto those who he dates.
There's always something, though. Some secret at the heart of every person, a secret that makes them three-dimensional and real, some sort of stark flaw. Sunny is no exception. Although he seems the care-free kid, there's a festering core to it all, something no magazine has been able to touch on. His need to be cared for, his fear of being alone, his wisdom; it all stems from a seed of minor self-hatred. Inadvertently, from day one as a Takeuchi, Sunny overheard family and employees alike speak in hushed tones of his mother dying during his birth. A tragedy that, supposedly, drove his father to suicide. Irrational guilt over events uncontrollable, but started- entirely unavoidably- by his life. It really was no help to Sunny's young, impressionable psyche, and made him crave parental figures to reassure his subconscious he need not blame himself for everything. Most of what Sunny says, at least on the subject of self-hate, is spawned from honest experience.
In short, Sunny is childish, and suffers from all the side-affects that come with such a trait, but most downfalls are balanced out by his inherited wisdom. He needs friends, needs to cheer people up, and needs an outlet for creativity. He is lazy in school but passionate about most everything else, isn't perturbed unless forced to be alone or without his hobby. He feels at home when around children the same way he does when being worried over by others. Beneath his happy exterior is something darker, but souls rarely spot it. Utterly confusing and eye-opening at the same time, Sunny is, as he likes to reiterate, "a person." And persons are brilliant as they possess the capability to self-contradict through pure originality.
History:Life is a curious thing. It isn't uncommon for a story to rise from the ashes of another, rather like a pheonix, and it is even more common for that story to best it's predecessor. Hearts enraptured by the new as they were by the old, as stories only better over generations from wisdom passed down. Heirlooms of knowledge and experience; the future depends on the past more than it would ever readily admit. What is truly, resolutely uncommon is when a soul blossoms from a patch of down-trodden, broken hearts and tears. Sunny Takeuchi was born in Melbourne, Australia to a single father, in the midst of figurative and literal winter. Not offered much chance at all, really. Such obstacles hardly stopped his blooming, though.
Sunny's father, Kyosuke Takeuchi, dug his own grave and then threw himself into it. Not six months after Sunny's birth, a date that shared Jacklyn Takeuchi's death, Kyosuke "disappeared." Or, at least, that was what Australia ran in the press a week after. Back in Japan, the Takeuchi family were quick to stand up in their seats at the news of their eldest son's absence. Although Kyosuke fled the family at an early age to run off with a low-class, Australian woman, a nobody, that didn't mean the Takeuchis had abandoned him entirely. As papers were filled out and Takeuchi employees were dispatched to retrieve the run-away Takeuchi heir's only child, words were slipped between relatives. The gossip was positive that Kyosuke had committed suicide, but such beliefs were silenced upon Sunny's arrival.
He was, in every way except perhaps his eyes, the spitting image of Kyosuke Takeuchi. This thrilled the family to no end, as their business standing fell into anonymity with no well-trusted eldest son to inherit the company. An electronics company, focusing on sound in most departments, the Takeuchi franchise had managed to sink into every sort of electronic device out there. The blue-bloods with old money only earned more of a fortune, and while they were well-known for their products the technology had stopped any real advancements after Kyosuke's departure. The other two sons had not expected to have the Takeuchi responsibilities thrust at them, and refused in favor of other careers. This left Shinji Takeuchi, grandfather to Sunny, in charge.
Quite instantly, Sunny was shoved from meager to rich, and the family looked to him expectantly. They could raise him, they said, to be the heir his father should have been. Shinji Takeuchi, in sentimental and jolly old age, took Sunny under his wing as soon as he was old enough to walk. Babied by maids and given everything he asked, Sunny never lived a dull moment in his privileged childhood. Toys, toys and more toys- all electronic, of course. He shortly became infatuated with taking them apart to see inside. It was Grandpa Shinji's idea, then, when he noticed Sunny's knack for toy dysection, to make a sudden business decision.
Takeuchi bought out two small toy-making businesses to fuel it's venture, and not long after Sunny's entrance into school they had Takeuchi electronic toys on the shelf. Most of the toys could play music, move, and interact with a minorly convincing level of human response. At first, no one seemed ready to back the possibly senile old man, spurred by his preschool grandson's interests. A few advertisements and meetings later, though, all of the Takeuchi family were impressed- they hadn't had success like this since before the Kyosuke scandal. Naturally, Shinji left all the credit for high sales and inventive designs to Sunny. This wound the boy up on magazines, commercials, posters and even some toy packages. Signature purple hair and light eyes, the face of his infamous dad, Sunny became a celebrity before he lost his first tooth.
Half a decade of pure good fortune. Sunny was busied with appearances and photoshoots, interviews, the like- he eventually was pulled into homeschool due to hurried life. With Grandpa Shinji near him almost constantly, it became obvious that the boy was starting to retain his grandfather's personality. Wise beyond his years they called him, no matter how much of a child he seemed when in the presence of toys. His tie to the old man was tight and strong. Thus, it only made things more painful when Shinji Takeuchi died at age 62 of a heart attack.
As soon as the extended funeral was over, all attentions shifted to Sunny. Only ten years old, and suddenly without his most beloved mentor, it was difficult to expect anything from the boy so soon. But, the people were not patient. Even the other Takeuchis, all uncles-aunts-cousins, demanded maturity of him. This, Sunny had to spare. His first press conference, his first business meeting, tutors all sure to be more attentive due to his spontaneously important position. Takeuchi was Sunny's, lock stock and barrel. Shinji left it to him and only him to control- this being the subtext of his will- with cousins placed as "co-owners" strictly for legality purposes. Though the papers said for him to inherit it at age eighteen, the press seemed to find Sunny most interesting a figurehead, and his grandfather's passed-down creativity drew businessmen towards him for designs. So, as the media saw it, as the businesses saw it, Sunny was no longer just a poster-child, he was the boss.
Pre-teen years flashed by in a blur of work. Sunny's calm, childish and yet somehow wise demeanor hardly faltered, but those in the family could tell he was being over-worked. He no longer had free time to fiddle with toys or music, he barely ever made contact with kids his own age. Nana Takeuchi, one of the older aunts and legal guardian of Sunny, retracted him from his constant job. Nana substituted him for a pair of cousins the family trusted to handle business and then they were off. She whisked him to Paris, London and back again, all in the course of his thirteenth year, a process which helped his creativity to flourish. The press, back in Japan, seemed satisfied with their favorite electronic toy designer's vacation. It wasn't unexpected, tabloids were quick to exaggerate that Sunny was sick with stress and needed to relax, the Takeuchis did not hesitate to perpetuate such rumors.
So, instead of upset glares from the public, Sunny was welcomed home like a recovered hero. The twin cousins were removed from focus, albeit very reluctantly, and he was again in spotlight. However, it was not immediately back to the old grind. No, no, Nana had a plan to give her grand nephew peace. In close contact with faculty of prestigious Ouran High School, she signed Sunny up for school before he could so much as protest. He hadn't been in the company of teenagers like himself, really ever, it was always adults in suits or children with autograph books. Teenagers didn't care about toys. Or, at least, teenagers other than him.
Ouran High School, in his first two years there, proved to be a good decision. Nana took the hit from press, reassured them that the Takeuchi heir's education was in everyone's best interest; the public would need a well-learned man to lead them into technological tomorrow, Sunny was going to try and get to know his own generation so as to design things for all ages to enjoy. And, while Sunny hardly expected anything else to come of high school, it happened anyway. Boys and girls could be cute, at nearly the same frequency. A quick, accidental word with Nana had the gossip spread thickly that the young millionaire was "half gay." It wasn't ignored in the public, not by a long shot, but was largely considered fine. Sunny was young. Only natural to be curious at such an age. Still, it seemed to be a permanent addition to his title; Sunny, the bisexual teenage Takeuchi boss.
But, as he attended Ouran, there was unease in the Takeuchi family hidden right under his nose. The two cousins from before, Kentaro and Kazuhiko , "co-owners" and basically considered a safety-net should anything happen to Sunny, were not satisfied. Both men of business and out of college, they tried to convince the family that there was a definite insanity to having a teenager in charge. Nana, Kyosuke's brothers and the majority of their relatives all turned cold shoulders- Shinji had been a fantastic man, and he trusted Sunny to lead Takeuchi electronics into a prosperous future. They, in turn, trusted anyone Shinji trusted. The twins were not so trusting of their grandfather's "wisdom." Kentaro and Kazuhiko attempted to pull several coups on the Takeuchi prince, but failed each time to gain support despite their claims of Sunny's irresponsibility in heritage, persona, work and school.
His grades weren't problematic, really, although there were plenty reports of his distractions during class; gadgets, headphones, taking naps, day-dreaming. The teachers would be upset by his slothful attitude, if only his test scores weren't so high. Still, enough fodder for Kentaro and Kazuhiko to tread on. He was, as the origin for his storied bisexuality goes, a frequent customer of the Host Club. Alongside few other club activities not including band, his own self-imposed toy design sketching sessions, it stuck out quite soundly in Sunny's extracurricular schedule. He has since attempted to limit his visits, in need of more time to plot the future, but that 3rd music room continues to drag him back in.Controller's Information
Nickname: Cass
Age: 17
Gender: Gentle(wo)man
Seen the Anime?: Annnd most of the manga, yep.
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Sample RP:
The jingly jingle of silver at his wrist was a distraction, or would have been a distraction, if it were not for the beautiful buffer of his headphones. Headphones with the volume control locked to it's highest setting, so a low roar of music spread across otherwise complete silence. On his favorite bench by one of the less-traveled outside gardens, Sunny was perched awkwardly, all elbows and twisted shoulders. The sketchbook, well-loved and torn some, was squared in a raised lap. He'd crossed his legs in a rather pretzel-like manner to get closer to his work, only to find that such a position made his arms too long to stretch out as they moved rapidly in time with pencil scratches. Sunny would have shifted his uncomfortable arrangement of limbs, but that would require him to disrupt the flow of unbridled thought-to-hand doodles. Like a focused stream of inspiration, should the chain break, so would his perfect vision.
A singer in his ear talked about being young and wanting to stay young and nothing ever going right. Sunny knew the lyrics, mouthed to them on reflex, and bobbed to his head minutely as the music fueled him with background noise. However, if someone were to walk in on him and ask him at that very moment what he was listening to, he knew in his subconscious that he'd have to look down at the gadget in his pocket to read the song's identity. Sunny didn't dare blink as he erased, redrew, erased and redrew. The lead snapped on him now and then, but a few clicks at the top and suddenly there were no problems. Shapes, fairly geometric but whispy thanks to his style, started to pull into a pattern. Something like a monkey, but not a monkey- a toy for the new era. Although he had more than enough employees to think of ideas for him, it always felt better when they manufactured straight off his dreams.
His pencil dropped after a good hour of second-guessing lines and adjusting circles. Sunny held his left wrist in his right palm and massaged it experimentally, eyes on the finished product. The tendons squeezed angrily, upset to have worked so long without rest, but the affect was well worth such torture. Sunny smiled and admired the design a moment, then swept it off with already black-gray knuckles so as to remove any excess eraser shavings. The angst-ridden, popularized vocalist congratulated him with a chorus before the headphones were nudged off and down to his neck. They didn't quiet, but he seemed content to leave them on as a hum of company. Soundless, soulless solitary sitting was not really his mode of operation, but then again if he'd worked with others present then this new idea wouldn't be a surprise. And Sunny wanted to surprise his peers with a new line of teenage-oriented machines.
After a moment of introspection, long legs unfurled from beneath their owner to plop onto the ground. His knees were high, the ground too close, and so Sunny stretched out, cat-like, to release his achy joints. They clicked in thanks, his elbows next to pop after a few simple tugs, and then everything was relaxing. The pond just a hedge away, topiaries watching him like some mute audience. He supposed he wasn't really alone. If anything, the birds that liked to nest in those trees ahead were kind enough to pop in for visits every quarter hour or so. That was good to know. Sunny grinned, closed his eyes, and leaned backwards completely so his knuckles were against concrete, purple hair yanked down by gravity. A quick pull at the clip let his bangs loose so they fell into disarray.
Coincidentally, when he opened his eyes, a tawny little bird was just a hop away from his nose. Attentive to him, definitely, though it's head hyperactively jumped back and forth as it considered it's surroundings. Sunny furrowed his brows in curiosity. The birds on the grounds weren't too afraid of humans, since most of the students either fed them or ignored them, and nobody took them as a nuisance since the majority of their flocks stayed quiet. Maybe, just maybe... Sunny carefully slid his hand up and towards the little feathery creature, oh so slowly, stare a well of hope.
To his surprise, the bird didn't fly off, though it did flinch away and hop closer to his head. Sunny couldn't help but laugh when tiny talons hooked onto his strands, the bird seemingly more interested in his hair than anything else. He let his hand fall slack once more and watched, smile serene as blood rushed pleasantly-uncomfortably-tingly to his head. The bird pecked at a few hairs, then the couple of thin braids his female classmates in band had done while he napped, and finally the clip that he'd dropped near-by. At this point, Sunny decided his face was fuzzy-warm enough to get gravity going back in the proper direction. He grabbed his hair-pin and sat up.
Confused by sudden movement, the bird took off to the trees in his line of sight. The serene smile didn't waver, even as he stood and brushed lead stains off his knuckles. Sunny stowed the mess of utensils haphazardly in his bag, made sure to perform a final stretch, then set off across the courtyard. Band had retired for the day, but the Host Club was probably open, and he couldn't help the skip in his step at the idea of being around so many people. Beautiful people, people he liked, and people who he could share humor with or listen to if need be. More home than home, at this point. Sunny's bracelet clinked happily in time to his stroll, the lion bobbing much as it's owner when headphones slid back onto ears.
