Post by kiyoshi on Nov 7, 2011 8:52:31 GMT -6
::Kiyoshi Tojo::
Type: Original
Age: 15 years old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Demisexual
Crushes: None
Face Claim: Edward Elric Fullmetal Alchemist
Appearance: Kiyoshi is on the smaller side, which often leads to him being mistaken for a few years younger than he actually is. With his golden-blonde hair that he always has pulled back in a braid or ponytail, and his matching golden eyes, he doesn’t blend in very well among the residents of Japan, which is fitting, seeing as he doesn’t have a drop of Japanese blood in him. When his hair isn’t pulled back, as well, it usually falls to just above waist-length, which is an unusual hair-length for a male, but he refuses to cut it.
The boy is usually, when he’s not wearing the Ouran uniform, donned in red or black, his two favorite colors that actually compliment his hair quite nicely. At all times, as well, he wears a small silver pendant that he got from his late mother, and he also always dons white gloves, a habit he has picked up from his father.
For shoes, he tends to wear boots that have a bit of a ‘platform’ feel to them, so he gains a bit of height, for though it really doesn’t bother him that much, it’s quite annoying when his height is always remarked on.
Personality: Kiyoshi is a quiet, withdrawn boy, never drawing attention to himself. He isn’t shy, per se, but he feels uncomfortable when a lot of attention is on him, so he tries to stay out of that limelight for the most part. The boy finds more refuge in books and studying than in people, finding learning quite fun and enjoyable, so it is rare to see him without any sort of reading material on hand. Even though he doesn’t like to speak to people, however, he is always very polite, and soft-spoken.
As for friends, Kiyoshi finds it quite hard to make them. Never one to take the initiative, he has to be forcibly removed from his shell for almost any kind of willing human contact to occur. When he does actually make friends or acquaintances that he feels are his, he is fiercely loyal to them.
The only reason that Kiyoshi will loose his temper, too, is when he sees things that he feels are morally wrong, such as bullying, in which case he proves that just because he’s quiet, doesn’t mean he can’t bite back ferociously. When he himself is the one being teased, however, he can simply bear it and remain quiet, ignoring it with ease.
Over all, Kiyoshi is a quiet, kind, polite boy that prefers to be alone with his books, and yet craves attention from the ones that matter most to him.
History: Born to a rich but distant father who headed a scientific research corporation, and a former-commoner mother, Kiyoshi spent much of his childhood alone, save for his mother. It wasn’t that his father was unkind, or expected too much from him, or simply ignored him, no, it was just that the man was beyond busy, and so rarely had time to spend with his family. However, he was very good at keeping his promises, so their life didn’t turn into one of those sitcom stories about a workaholic dad. No, both Kiyoshi and his mother loved Tojo Ichiro just the way he was, and didn’t complain.
However, due to the rarity of seeing his father, Kiyoshi mimicked his Dad in many ways: His scientific obsession, his hard working attitude, even down to the gloves his father always wore. He wanted to be just like his father, and both of his parents approved.
Unfortunately for the Tojo family, Kiyoshi’s mother, Tojo Maria, died in an absolutely dreadful car crash, when Kiyoshi was only nine years old. Heartbroken, he became more withdrawn and quiet, breaking away from those few friends he had made and clinging ever tighter to his father, even though he was still not around much, although the man made an effort to be around more.
Not much changed in his life, after the car crash. He made no new friends, he didn’t change much, though he did get far more intelligent, and he stayed quiet, often unobserved. And then, it was time to go to Ouran Academy High School.Controller's Information
Nickname: Poet
Age: 16 years old
Gender: Female
Seen the Anime?: Yup~! Currently reading the manga, as well, though I’m not very far. C:
How Did You Find Us?: Via affiliation with Ouran Rhapsody.
Sample RP: From IT NEVER ENDS!
He was headed in the right direction, correct? Towards the dorms? That was what it seemed like, anyway, because the lady at the office had said that there was a walkway on the third floor. So, Archer was just hoping to count his way up to the third floor, and then try to remember the direction from there. Honestly, sometimes big schools like this were such a maze… Reminded him of the old Greek buildings, but he usually had Glaucus, or someone else in the times before he met that goatherd, guiding him. But that was before they had created canes, so it was reasonable.
Tapping his way to the steps, Archer stepped up on them, his hand firmly clasping the rail. There were quite a few voices, smattering around the area, and quite loud, so he was thankful for the support that the rail gave to him. His cane was kind of useless on the short steps, though, unless he wanted to take forever, so he held it loosely in his other hand, using his foot to instead quickly tap on the step in front of it. This would quickly become tedious… It wasn’t as though he had never gone up to the dorms before (definitely not), but the previous times, he had had a guide, whether it was a teacher, his parents, the head of the school, or even a random student from his class that he had asked. But now, he was on his own, because even though he could ask someone, he was definitely going to have to figure it out for his own, eventually. So why not start now?
Truthfully, it was better said than done. However used to being blind he was, it didn’t mean that the poet was used to many, loud voices, all by him, so it was quite disconcerting, and definitely not good for his eardrums. How could the other kids stand it? Reminding himself that he had better hearing, as a result of lacking one sense, the freshman continued to make his way up the steps, a few times having to press his side into the rail in order to squeeze around someone. They should step farther back…
Unfortunately, at one point, his foot hit another person’s foot on the step in front of him. They were… leaning on the railing? Something like that? Either way, he couldn’t squeeze past them by the railing, so he spoke up, a little louder than he normally would in order to be heard over the din. “Excuse me, could you move? I need to get through…” Hopefully they would notice his tell-tale sightless eyes or his cane, because Archer really didn’t want to have to explain why exactly he couldn’t go around them.
