Post by AKIHIKO SEIICHI YUUDAI on Oct 10, 2009 19:38:09 GMT
AKIHIKO SEIICHI YUUDAI
it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
[/left][/blockquote]it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT
FULL NAME: Akihiko Seiichi Yuudai
NICKNAME: Aki-chan, Aki-kun, Aki, Aniki/Oniisan
AGE: 14
YEAR: Year Two
ACCOMMODATION: Ward 1
BIRTHDATE: October 7th
GENDER: male or female
ORIENTATION: straight
STATUS: single
CANON/ORIGINAL: Original
don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE
LIKES:
- Food
- Traveling
- Manga
- Anime
- Talking
- Animals
- Music
- Baseball
- Basketball
- Golf
DISLIKES:
- His parents
- Kanji
- School
- Learning
- Nice people
- People who know everything
- Reading
- Being Lazy
- Being forced to do something
- Drunks
STRENGTHS:
- Justice
- Running
- Quick Minded
- Protective
WEAKNESSES:
- Forgiveness/Grudges
- Short Temper
- Rash
- Trust
- Self Control
FEARS: Dying and losing his brothers
GOALS: To be an allstar sports player, to see his brothers again.
SECRETS: He's a good singer, he's a good dancer, he doesn't actually hate his younger brothers.
DISORDER:
-Clinic Depression: Almost every day, Akihiko has major depression, being found curled up in his cell. When this happens, he has insomnia or hyposomnia, depending on the day and how long he last went without sleep. With this, he also loses his appetite, and hardly eats.
-ASPD- Anti-social Personality Disorder. Akihiko, since he was a kid, has had a bit of a conduct disorder, so as he gets older, and because of all the radiation, his anti-social disorder is more.. prominate. The symptoms that often show up when he's in this mode is that he'll lie, his superficial charm, lack of empathy, impuslivity and recklessness, poor behaviour control, narcissism, aggressive and/or violent, irresponsible, disregard to safety and whatnot. Often, he'll talk to himself because of this.
PERSONALITY: Akihiko is a brash kid, who tends to say what he feels, regardless of who's there. He tends to be a 'potty mouth', loving to swear and he tends to be a bully, especially towards his peers. At school (in Japan, that is), he had a clique of 4 other boys who helps him 'dominate' his grade, but he doesn't actually have them as 'friends'... they're more like followers to him. His brothers, even though he's rough around the edges, love him to death and look up to him.
Akihiko is also popular, but hates to be around others. He's quite solitary, and when a group appears, he sits in the shadows or near the wall, talking to himself... unless his 'clique' is around. Then he goes around and harasses everyone, being the mean bully he is. Akihiko also has a entourage back in Japan of girls, who call him "Yuudai Hiko Ichi" (lit. translated to Prince Yuudai number One) as he and his brothers are extremely good looking.
Despite his reckless nature in school and outside of his immediate family, Akihiko is kind and nice towards his family... for the most part. He loves to play games on their Wii or Playstation 2 with Kazuhiko, and loves to play instruments with Takehiko. Despite this, he has a strong urge to always protect them, and always reminds himself that if he doesn't, something could happen to either of them again (his worst memory is of Takehiko falling off the top of the slide when they were 6... he puts the blame on himself because he was too busy watching Kazuhiko on the swings).
Last but not least, Akihiko is a precious kid, or tries to be, in his parent's eyes. He may not be the smartest, but he tries his hardest to outshine Kazu and Take. Of course, this never works, and he constantly gets into fights with his parents (especially his mom, as his dad hardly talks to him). This makes him cold towards those who are older than him, as he believes all adults (or simply, all those who are older than him) are exactly like his mother (praise only those who can read and write well) or his father (who drinks too much).
'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP
PB: Aiba Masaki
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 140
HAIR: Changes from black to brown, depending on the time of year. Usually long enough so that it covers his eyes, but it's usually pushed back.
EYES: Dark Brown
BODY TYPE: a bit of tanned skin over an athletically built body. He has no scars, but he does have a very visible birthmark that seems to cover his entire left shoulder.
MUTATION: When he's mad, his eyes turn golden, and all the hair on his body turns white. He will have a tail, and the ears, with the sharp teeth all the time. The personality and the mutation of a lone wolf.
STYLE: Akihiko tends to not go with the "trend of fashion", typically wearing his own clothes that make him.. him. He loves his long, baggy pants, especially his red ones, and his 3/4ths quarter shirts. He also loves to wear tanktops and jackets, and oddly-out-of-the-way bright and flashy suit (for example, a suit that has all red glitter or a black suit with gold sparkles on it).
yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP
MOTHER: Kyoko Yuudai - 40 - Housewife - Warwick, England
FATHER: Eiji Yuudai - 43 - Unknown - Warwick, England
SIBLINGS: Takehiko Saboru Yuudai - 14 - Nada - Warwick, England
Kazuhiko Seiji Yuudai- 14- nada- Warwick, England
OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: Ai Satoru - 40 - Houswife - Kawazaki, Japan
Daisuke Satoru- 14- Nada- Kawazaki, Japan
Iwao Satoru- 10- Nada- Kawazaki, Japan
HISTORY: Akihiko was born on October 7th, to his full-Japanese parents, Kyoko and Eiji. Eiji, his father, is a government worker in England (it's exactly unknown of what he does.. probably something magical-like, though o0), where the three boys were born. Since they were born in England, and because they would live on and off with their father, they became citizens of England. They (the three Yuudai princes and their mother) moved back over to Japan and lived with their aunt Ai.
When three boys were about six years old, Akihiko and his two brothers went to the park nearing their temporary house. Before they left, his mother told Aki that because he "was born first, he's the oldest, so he has to watch out for his younger brothers". He accepted this fact, and they still went to the park. At the park, Akihiko was a bit distracted at pushing Kazuhiko on the swings, that he didn't see Takehiko fall from the top of the slide... landing head first in the pavement. Akihiko, of course, freaked out, and Kazuhiko started to cry, before a neighbor came and helped them. The two weeks Takehiko was in the ICU, Akihiko stayed with him, barely getting enough sleep. (If one hasn't noticed, this is where Aki gets his extreme over-protective ness and coldness from others from).
Then, when they were seven, their mother decided to move back to England with their father. So the packed their bags, and moved to the suburbs of England, specifically Whitechapel. With this move, Akihiko lost most of his "clique" as he became cruel and mean from the accident of his youngest brother. When they relocated, and he started school, it was no different... as he simply pushed everyone away through being a typical bully. As he lived with his father, though, now a heavy drinker, Akihiko learned that not all adults were to be trusted, and that his father was wrong. Very wrong. As he started to watch his father beat on his mother, he silently hated his family... his parents, mostly.
When they were nine, they made yet another move, this time to the western side of England, into Warwick. His mother loved castles, which is why they moved there. That didn't stop the normal routine Akihiko created of becoming the school anti-social bully. Fast at that. He didn't care moving, no one liked him in his other schools anyways, so it didn't matter to him. "Fresh Meat" he'd call them, simply resolved in protecting his brothers, not himself.
i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE
OOC NAME: Chelsea
AGE: 17
AREA: American//USA
CODEWORD: prisms
RP SAMPLE: can be from another site. must meet word count.
It's been three weeks since classes and school started again, and James was too happy for it to get rolling. Even though he was a senior, and would resent leaving all his underclassmen friends, and loath about leaving the after-school club he started when he was a sophomore.
He remembered it clearly. It was a sunny afternoon, a Wednesday to be exact. He just took a test, acing it as always, and his homeroom teacher suggested him to do something in his free time. He never studied, just lazed around in the back of the school, asleep or reading or talking to girls. The teacher's name was Mrs. Salvator, a younger teacher that has been through many years of the alumni. He thought about it for a week, before he finally agreed, having her be the Teacher Representative. He managed to talk his best friends at the time to join... they were freshman... but he didn't mind. They called their group "SDA"... short for "Student Detective Agency". Someone tapped James on the shoulder, "Mr. Vegas," they laughed, as James turned to look at the boy, "you'll be late."
James scowled, staring at the boy who pestered him, before he smiled, laughing, "Shut up, Aikin," James shook his head, "go on ahead. I'll be there after I'm done doing some things." Aikin gave an automatic nod and walked off, and James watched him, before following, taking his time.
Mr. Vegas. The common name for what everyone called him. He detested it, it was too formal for him. He liked to be called James, nothing more. Of course, his name had a ring to it; James Adam Vegas. He got his first name from a book his mother used to read a long time ago, his middle was for his long-gone great grandfather, and his last name was because he grew up in Las Vegas. Born and raised there until he moved in the eight grade to Westchester, on account of his parent's bad gambling problem. He didn't mind the move, as he quickly got into things at the slow pace of life in Westchester, and eventually got into Westchester Private Highschool. He didn't mind. He spent four years in the school, became the leader of SDA, became super popular because of that, and girls constantly swarmed him. Maybe it was his good looks, as he stood at 5'8" with a thin, toned build, a soft, childish face with dark blue eyes, and dark hair that was long enough to cover his forehead, but not fall into his eyes.
Today, to James, felt the same as every other day... long, boring, ordinary. Nothing special. As usual, he took his time walking towards SDA's clubroom, but something about today kept nagging the back of James's head... like something was unfolding. Something big, but James didn't know mind about it. He shook his head, hoping the feeling would disappear.
Suddenly, something caught James's eye, and he stopped in mid-step. Across the hallawy stood another senior. It was Jay London, the class troublemaker, known for his various misdemenors. He stood about 5'9", just a bit taller than James himself, with rough features, dark hair and icy blue eyes. His eyes were following James's movement, watching him from afar, before he simply smiled as he noticed James was staring at him. He kept the stare for only a moment, before he turned and walked towards the dorms of the school.
James watched for a moment, before he shook his head, arriving at the classroom about ten minutes later than he should've been in by. When he arrived, his four juniors were leaning over brown, wooden table they had in the middle of the old classroom. James frowned, knowing this wasn't going to be good news, "SDA," he stated this, and before he even finished saying the question, Aikin was heading towards him, "what's wrong?"
Aikin frowned, knowing that James would ask. He fixed his dark blazer, his tux blazer to be exact, before he looked at James, "We got another letter."
He remembered it clearly. It was a sunny afternoon, a Wednesday to be exact. He just took a test, acing it as always, and his homeroom teacher suggested him to do something in his free time. He never studied, just lazed around in the back of the school, asleep or reading or talking to girls. The teacher's name was Mrs. Salvator, a younger teacher that has been through many years of the alumni. He thought about it for a week, before he finally agreed, having her be the Teacher Representative. He managed to talk his best friends at the time to join... they were freshman... but he didn't mind. They called their group "SDA"... short for "Student Detective Agency". Someone tapped James on the shoulder, "Mr. Vegas," they laughed, as James turned to look at the boy, "you'll be late."
James scowled, staring at the boy who pestered him, before he smiled, laughing, "Shut up, Aikin," James shook his head, "go on ahead. I'll be there after I'm done doing some things." Aikin gave an automatic nod and walked off, and James watched him, before following, taking his time.
Mr. Vegas. The common name for what everyone called him. He detested it, it was too formal for him. He liked to be called James, nothing more. Of course, his name had a ring to it; James Adam Vegas. He got his first name from a book his mother used to read a long time ago, his middle was for his long-gone great grandfather, and his last name was because he grew up in Las Vegas. Born and raised there until he moved in the eight grade to Westchester, on account of his parent's bad gambling problem. He didn't mind the move, as he quickly got into things at the slow pace of life in Westchester, and eventually got into Westchester Private Highschool. He didn't mind. He spent four years in the school, became the leader of SDA, became super popular because of that, and girls constantly swarmed him. Maybe it was his good looks, as he stood at 5'8" with a thin, toned build, a soft, childish face with dark blue eyes, and dark hair that was long enough to cover his forehead, but not fall into his eyes.
Today, to James, felt the same as every other day... long, boring, ordinary. Nothing special. As usual, he took his time walking towards SDA's clubroom, but something about today kept nagging the back of James's head... like something was unfolding. Something big, but James didn't know mind about it. He shook his head, hoping the feeling would disappear.
Suddenly, something caught James's eye, and he stopped in mid-step. Across the hallawy stood another senior. It was Jay London, the class troublemaker, known for his various misdemenors. He stood about 5'9", just a bit taller than James himself, with rough features, dark hair and icy blue eyes. His eyes were following James's movement, watching him from afar, before he simply smiled as he noticed James was staring at him. He kept the stare for only a moment, before he turned and walked towards the dorms of the school.
James watched for a moment, before he shook his head, arriving at the classroom about ten minutes later than he should've been in by. When he arrived, his four juniors were leaning over brown, wooden table they had in the middle of the old classroom. James frowned, knowing this wasn't going to be good news, "SDA," he stated this, and before he even finished saying the question, Aikin was heading towards him, "what's wrong?"
Aikin frowned, knowing that James would ask. He fixed his dark blazer, his tux blazer to be exact, before he looked at James, "We got another letter."
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