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| Wagoo | Oct 11 2016, 08:35 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Ren Taira Gender: Male Age: 15 Class: 1-D Clubs/Occupation: None. Personality: You'd think for a bit of a wordsmith with a penchant for wordplay and writing, Ren would be relatively charismatic, but he's really a surprisingly meek coward. Not being comfortable with the new place he's moved to and being rather scared of his school thanks to horror stories he's heard, he wants to get through the year as fast as possible in hopes of being transferred. As a result, he comes across as an easy target for bullies, and rather skittish. Ren does sound excessively polite however, and it is a problem of how he views himself- he's genuinely that formal to people he's met due to low self-esteem, although he becomes more casual as he gets to know others. Ren is also excessively curious, and has a penchant for knowing the moment he's in trouble. This does not stop him from making poor decisions that lead to trouble anyways. Ren's constant sighing seems to suggest he has a dislike for a lot of things, but not even he knows why he does it, leading him to be unsure of himself and never really making statements that are positive in regards to his own being. Due to Ren struggling with educational skills, he often feels far less talented than he really is. This occasionally leads him to concentrate and focus solely on writing, potentially requiring someone to push his notebook down to tear his attention away. History: Ren was born in Naha, Okinawa on the 31 of October, 1999. His father, a businessman from Hokkaido managing a corporation's store in Naha, and his mother, a local, he often felt reserved and nervous in a private upbringing, not really making any friends. Due to a rather relaxed mother and a father often at work, Ren ended up becoming a quiet child who spent most of his time at home. He became surprisingly intelligent in regards to liberal arts and languages, learning Japanese months ahead of his peers, on top of having an above-average reading proficiency to most college-educated adults by 8th grade, but had issues with mathematics and sciences. He often amused himself with writing short stories and poetry (although sadly, this included fan fiction). Eventually, Ren's father was transferred to a sales representative position in Nagashima. Not wanting to become unemployed, the family soon decided to move to it in a year- and due to having a year for his family to prepare and his high school accidentally being put on the backburner, he's trapped in Reitaku High School until further notice. At least he made it in time for the start of the year. Appearance: Ren is a skinny, pale, underweight southpaw of a meek and unremarkable appearance. Standing at a height of 1.7 meters and a weight of 52 kilograms, he usually wears a nervous expression. He is host to a thin yet long nose. His kingsport gray hair is of normal length, but has long since become a mess that could only be sorted by one heck of a brush. Ren's dark olive eyes seem to be sunken deep into his sockets and appear shadowed on the edges, with bags usually being the norm instead of the exception. He also wears contacts in lieu of glasses. While in his Reitaku uniform, it seems to be a size too big for him, the sleeves capable of spilling hands. Overall, it's baggy, to the point where his pants bottom cuffs might get caught on his shoes There are a few stains from past meals imprinted all over it that refused to come out of the wash. His bag seems like everyone else's at first, but it appears to be of higher quality on closer inspection. Out of his uniform, Ren's style is rather basic- black sneakers, gray jeans, and a brown shirt, not really having any personality to it. In the colder months though, he dons an olive jacket with multiple zippered pockets, with a popped collar when fully zipped. A brown scarf and a beanie striped gray and olive round out the ensemble when snow falls. Current Weapon/Combat Skill: Ren has no combat skills, and his experience is limited to what he's seen on TV. He can't even run very far for long due to being unfit. He is dead weight in a fight, leaving the work to his Persona. Mask: The Greek theater tragedy and comedy masks, sharing half and half the same space. The left side of Ren's face uses the tragic half painted in black, while the right is covered by the comedic half and colored white. It appears to be made of wood, and has some age to it. Picture for reference: ![]() Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Greek_happysad.jpg Persona: ![]() Source: http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=16601222 Aesop was a storyteller whose fables have become well known to many. They have been passed on for generations and left a legacy, despite little confirmed information on the one behind them. For all he could teach, he was ultimately not resourceful enough to save himself, and manipulated into being sentenced to death. A fly sat on a bull's horn, hopping to and fro upon it in the name of honing its skills. The bull merely yawned, swallowing the fly whole, too concentrated on its task for power. Do not be a fly, pitiful weakling. ~Name: Aesop ~Arcana: I: The Magician ~Drain: None ~Weak: Physical, Light, Ice ~Null: Wind ~Reflect: None ~Resist: Gravity ~Skills: Bash, Sukunda, Garu Writing Sample: Ren Taira sighed. He had woken up of his own accord in the middle of the night again, and wasn't all too happy about it. Long do I ponder, wondering where goes my peace. I suppose I forgot it back home with my uncle. He shook his head, and a glum expression halfway between disappointment and melancholy formed. Along with my 3DS. Perhaps it was unwise to think about a forgotten item left behind, as Ren's face became more and more unhappy by the second. He eventually turned his head over before opening his eyes. His clock greeted him, proudly displaying the time: less than five minutes until six in the morning. Yet again, the night has passed, and not a single wink was gained… might as well write this down. Ren got up from his futon at that, and opened the blinds covering the window- and soon, the window too. Cool morning air came in through it, mixing with the air of the new apartment he and his parents now lived in. The skinny teenager then turned to his small desk and folding chair (his parents had promised him they would go out shopping for a nicer chair soon, along with more furniture), and reached into the schoolbag, already prepared. Looking inside it, he pulled out a dark olive notebook and a mechanical pencil. Soon enough, said mechanical pencil was in his left hand, and he began writing. Or rather, trying to write. Long do I ponder, wondering where goes my peace. Yet again, the night has passed, and not a single wink was seen. So we torment ourselves, over matters rather trivial. Many have wondered why in the end we are prone to such things, perhaps for all time. Maybe we would rather close our eyes and avoid hard truths. Or wish for mere rumor to become reality. But that is perhaps left alone by one thing: As we go further We will learn to sort ourselves Into a clear head. Ren shook his head as he finished his haiku. His attempt at something long form did not go as well as he had hoped. Then again, he wasn't typing- long form works tended to flow easier when they were mere button presses away. At this, he let out another sigh, and looked to his laptop, laid out on his desk turned off. He was about to go and turn it on, but the sound of footsteps was heard. Ren tensed up, yet almost paradoxically, he got up from his chair and left his room. Soon enough, he caught up to his father, dressed in a tie. A bit of a belly and a small mustache graced him in middle age. He turned around, looking over his son in some confusion. "I wake you up?" Ren's father stated. "No, I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about some things." Ren's voice sounded tired and he knew it, but there was also still a hint of uncomforting feelings in his stomach somewhere. He hoped his father hadn't noticed it. But he did, judging by his raised eyebrows. "Hey, I know it's only been a short while, but I think you'll love Nagashima. Just getting to work is already a fun adventure for me, and I know it'll be the same for you to school." He began to put on his shoes for outdoors. "But why should there be an adventure? That seems like, I don't know, a bad thing?" It was hard for Ren himself to tell if he was being snippy to his father. "You'll learn why. I hope your first day in high school's good, Ren." His father, not showing any annoyance opened the door, beginning to walk out. His face remained stoically neutral, apart from a slight smile his son didn't notice. "Goodbye, Father." Ren's own voice was rather monotone. His father nodded, smile somewhat plastered as he walked down the building's hallway, leaving Ren to shut the door to a conversation that was definitely one of the longest he had in recent memory with him. Around forty-five minutes later, Ren was looking at himself in the bathroom mirror wearing his Reitaku uniform. He grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand, with said hand then making contact with his uniform instead. I couldn't even get the right size, he thought as he shook his head. Finally turning away, he grabbed his bag and walked out. A note was left for his mother, stating: Bus schedule iffy. Went early to make sure. Love you. He then walked out the door, out the building, and on the way to the nearest bus stop. He didn't like how he still got lost and had to use his phone's GPS to make his way to it once more though. Will I forever require guidance, groping around for anything? Ren shuddered at the thought. Soon enough, he was at the bus station, and had his olive notebook and pencil out, writing once more. Brand new days in life Lead to brand new daily trials But they do end soon. That haiku perked him up more than anything, and soon enough, Ren was writing various lines of whatever tickled his fancy, in no particular order. Soon enough, it ended up morphing into a bizarre story that Ren himself could only view as 'Kurosawa Jidai Geki in modern Nara.' He ended up switching from a small smile to a frown all throughout the exercise, but it kept him preoccupied with his wait. Pining is a small price to pay for letting the time slip buy. Ren was so preoccupied, in fact, that he didn't hear the bus until it was pulling away. Tucking his notebook under his left arm, pencil in left hand, and his bag held on via his right hand, he soon attempted to try and run to catch up to and get the driver's attention. "Wait! Please! Stop! I'm sorry I didn't notice!" But he soon enough ran out of breath, and dropped his things on the ground, bent over on his knees, breathing heavily. Those walking the streets turned to look at him oddly, but none offered help. Sighing once more, Ren gathered his things and returned to the bus station. Perhaps another bus along the same route would come by in time to pick him up. Maybe do isn't the right word. Must is a better fit for people. For me. I want to go home. Have you read all the stickies? I hereby state that I have read the stickies, and know therefore how to apply for a character, set up a Persona, what Personae not to take, the difficulties of the Wild Card, and that I probably should not play a Persona-less character. Edited by Wagoo, Feb 27 2017, 04:11 PM.
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| Yes | Oct 23 2016, 08:49 PM Post #2 |
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