| Atsushi Katsuki; Made you a prince with a thousand enemies | |
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| Zesseract | Mar 10 2017, 02:35 PM Post #1 |
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Name: Atsushi Katsuki Gender: Male Age: 20 Class: N/A Clubs/Occupation: Amateur musician and unfortunate Customer Service Rep at a call center, neither of which strikes the fancy of his parents. Personality: It's always been a notion of 'getting' with Atsushi, since birth he's always been of the idea that one's pursuits had best be attempted, 'lest someone lie with the weight of one's inactions on their deathbed... and wouldn't that just be the worst? Spooked since a young age to never settle for anything less than what one intends, he can prove to be a little intense for others; as he reasons that to allow for others to infer or otherwise interfere with this, is to open up the floodgates for all sorts of possibilities that may not necessarily align with the original intent. Just because it'd be easier for you to do things a certain way, doesn't mean he HAS to play along. That being said, there's a double-edge to this as the same sort of uncompromising attitude is brought to the fold, when dealing with those few things he chooses to indulge in; leading to the sort of personal hell that only artists or those with a craft seem to understand so well... which is to say : the eternal struggle to go back and work on a piece. Whether it's a composition, lyrics, his make-up, something always seems amiss, no matter how much effort's put into it, everything just seems alright save those details, or new ones arise as the piece is worked on and as we know, this is where the devil makes its dwelling. Though that is not to say he's some sort of perfectionist, rather he wishes that what he displays aligns perfectly with the vision he has in mind, in a way hoping that his work shines through his art; most importantly he wishes that this is visible towards others who view his work. He knows that he can't please everyone however, and to an extent he knows when to stop... but it's entirely different matter when it comes to his audience or those who come of their own volition to see him as he describes them; to those he feels as though putting anything less than his all, is to do them a disservice. And should he catch himself doing so, then the familiar insecurities begin to crop up; he'll inevitably find himself within that self-contained purgatory, caught between the compromise of what he can realistically accomplish and what he wishes to bring to reality. At his worse, he can't even bear to look at himself in the mirror, as a piece in need of polish, he finds more areas he can work on. It's probably why he's a bit self-conscious about the various 'imperfections' he views about himself, from his height (which he can't fix) to the funny way in which his chest seems to 'cave in'; these things make him feel as though he must compensate, and in some way stick in the memory of those around him for things other than how he looks (or... in the case of his stage persona's makeup, to be reminded of his appearance for other more noteworthy reasons). When not worrying about his act, his intensity gets shunted elsewhere as a sort of mania that doesn't so much enjoy, as it revels in the absence of society's strictures... unless there's someone to tell him to stuff it. That is not to say his stage persona is limited by the same rules, and if there ever was a place for someone to bare themselves before others it'd be the stage. In truth, it's not the freedom he seeks, rather the affirmation that there's something worthwhile in him in spite of himself, it's such a shame that he has to do it through a character of his; relief comes to him all the same, he finds. In spite of his lack of friends, or because of it, he'll bend for those considered to be friends or whatever amounts to friendship with those people who know him and have put up with his antics over time. In this respect, he can almost be counted as an entirely different person with a sort of devotion towards others that is almost selfless in its profession. Having found himself once in the odd situation of having no one to turn to, he seeks an out of that particular situation with everything he can bring to bear. Those who've had the patience to put up with him, describe him as a sincere person; one who speaks without reservation, but who allows the same sort of criticism upon himself without condemnation. His picaresque manner can almost seem inviting to those not in the know, and perhaps that is his gift, one that makes connections easily with other people but rarely do these arrangements last past the 'honey moon' stage of all relationships. As though there's a sort of delayed reaction to meeting him, and he doesn't seem too bad at first, until one invariably realizes that what rumors say about the person, and the individual before you ,are very much one and the same. His obsession drives his every step, like a clarion call that pushes him towards a firmament that only he envisions; and so roused by this sound, he can but move forward on this imaginary path; upon seeing it crack beneath his weight, he rushes towards an end that might not fall according to what he sees in mind. For his sake, let's hope that the ravage he leaves behind does not undo the noble end he wishes to attain. History: Though not in the best of terms with his parents, Atsushi could never say that he hates them; if anything he feels his leaving his home is owed to them after having reared, fed, clothed and educated an especially rambunctious child. Having always shown a keenness of mind, offset with just about the most unfocused personality to go along with it, Atsushi was always hard-sell for pretty much anybody, good thing his parents put-up with his antics else we'd be telling this story from the perspective of child services, or as a cautionary tale for other 'at-risk youths'. From an early age, Atsushi never seemed content with staying in any one place for too long, 'least of all he never could sit still; to the enjoyment of his parents this meant being dragged to meetings with his teachers about just how difficult it was to keep their child in check. Tiring of his antics, his teachers eventually suggested enrolling Atsushi in a sport, as that would channel all of that extra energy towards something more productive (or at least tire him out enough that he wouldn't be as much as a nuisance). Content that their kid might not pull them into any more of these meetings, little Atsushi went on his way to join the little leagues. To the pleasant surprise of everyone, the extra activity seemed to do the trick and for a time Atsushi seemed content, or at least -engaged- enough that his attention span didn't become a problem. Though never one to struggle with grades (though by no means academically-gifted), he found his school performance improving in a number of ways since joining, at least with regards to his treatment of other students and the staff. He really seemed to have turned over a new leaf, up until his senior year in High School; when the madness that was College Entrance exams and other responsibilities on top of school work began to pile on, the stricture and pressure regarding entrance exams was -perhaps- a bit too much for him, and without someting like an outlet for his pent up frustration he began to crash HARD. Though nothing major happened at first, he seemed to be a bit anxious in the classroom; it turned less into a matter of education and more of a -count the minutes until you get out- affair. He was miserable, and was practically jumping at any opportunity to get out of school. Over time, even his friends began to notice the manic tendencies he exhibited outside of the classrooms. He seemed to revel outside of school, to the point where it just wasn't that fun to hang out with him anymore -I mean sure- the act was enoyable for a bit, but it began to grate on his circle of friends. They issued him an ultimatum, either get his attitude adjusted or he could look for another group of friends. And even to Atsushi, constantly acting out his desperation was beginning to get old, but wherever he looked he found no release, no momentary distraction from the inevitable. Seeing as he couldn't move the exam dates closer, he needed to find himself another activity to pass the time; of course he could've returned to the baseball team, but the fact he wasn't exactly on good terms with his friends from the club wasn't exactly a reassuring notion. He could've also apologized, but seemed to struggle with summoning up the conviction to come up with something that seemed sincere; in his eyes, he didn't see his lashing out as something necessarily wrong, but knew he couldn't -well- walk up to these people and say that to their face (a policy that was later dropped as he came to understand certain things about his person), without recourse he decided to let things die and allow himself the benefit of pursuing a new activity ... and perhaps a new group of acquaintances. Scanning the clubs available at Reitaku he found nothing that immediately jumped to his eyes, and those few things that held his interest for more than a passing moment had the huge detractor of including someone from his circle of friends. After subjecting the list of clubs to various trials of elimination, he came up with the Photography club and Music club. Tossing a coin, he called out heads in his mind and saw tails as he held it in his palm. Music club was -something- else entirely, as the sounds that came from the room where unlike anything he'd experienced, he kinda liked it. On his first day, he came across a couple of students getting in an early practice and asked if he could sit-in until the president showed. It was as though he'd been transported back to his childhood, and as he raced to ask all sorts of questions regarding the handling of the instruments themselves, he found he'd eaten up most of the students' time for pre-club practice. His enthusiasm was noted by the president, who arrived just in the middle of Atsushi's onslaught of questions, and asked who the newcomer was. After introductions, Atsushi was allowed to sit-in for the session in order to 'test the waters', finding he was still very much enthused with the idea... he pleaded to join on the spot. He very excitedly returned home with some basic chord exercises... one problem though, he hadn't a guitar. His parents weren't exactly in a position to buy one, they briefly considered warning him against pursuing the club with exams dates so close, but they'd not seen him so -focused- and happy in such a long time that they didn't mind -as much-. Seeing as he was already 'of age', they suggested one Katsuki Atsushi look for a part-time job. He still needed to practice however, and as he lacked a guitar, the president lent him his own for half of the club's meeting time and allowed him to practice. Over time, Atsushi came to regard the president as a friend, to the point in which the two actually met outside of the club. When talk came to topics of the future and what their respective plans were, Atsushi was stunned to find he didn't find an answer he seemed satisfied with, and the Prez' answer didn't sit well with him either. In Atsushi's eyes, the guy had real talent, and thought perhaps something like a conservatory would seem like an ideal choice for him... -but no- the Prez wanted nothing to do with music outside of the club, it was just a hobby for him... but that didn't mean Atsushi coudln't pursue that. He'd suddenly found his answer to what he wanted to do : music. When he came back home to his parents -however-, the response was less than enthusiastic. Sure, he could pursue a degree in music but that just wasn't in the plans, setting aside the fact that his parents could barely afford tuition for any high-end music program, the main issue was that of Atsushi's ability to find a job. He couldn't believe what he was hearing... He locked himself in his room that night as well as every night afterwards until the day of the exam; music club provided the only relief from the dreaded exam day and though he lost some sleep over it, he managed to pick up the use of the bass guitar and a handful of other instruments (if in an amateurish fashion). When presented with his entrance exam, he briefly considered the myriad possibilities that came with his successful application. Then envisioning the jobs he could take, the people he would meet, maybe raising up a family, putting money towards a car, a house...by the time his contemplation ended, he was turning in the exam and heading back home.. realizing he didn't much care for any of that. Before his results could even arrive, he turned to his newfound friends to look for another place to live, managing to land a spot in a cramped apartment with 3 other people living in it; it wasn't comfortable, but to Atsushi it was heaven... acting as a weird sort of refuge from the inclement advance of his burgeoning responsibilities, and his parents' expectations; and by the time all preparations had been made, he'd announced his intention of not following through with College to his parents. They were understandably upset by the whole deal, and Atsushi left his home in a more or less broken state; his father took it especilaly hard, seeing his son was essentially throwing his life away... but Atsushi was having none of that. He moved into the new place, and soon found a semi-decent paying job that required no previous experience in order to support himself. It wasn't grand, but it put money in his pocket... and after expenses he had enough left over to see about this music business. What little time he had after work, he put in to pursue his passion, and took it as a necessary evil if he was to push through the music world to become someone noteworthy. He enjoyed the freedom that came with earning his own income, and essentially being his own man... but was he happy? To this day he really can't tell... but each time he climbs onto the stage, it's as if those worries vanish -if momentarily-, and all feels right with him again... no way to move but forward now. Appearance: Atsushi's a small man of wiry build, standing at 5' 2", and has always been on the receiving end of nicknames like pipsqueak and shrimp... not that it bothers him much -or so he says-; with an inverted triangle body that's reasonably built for a person who doesn't practice sports, but still enjoys the benefits of an ongoing Gym membership; with special care taken to accentuate his chest muscles, as Atsushi compensates for a congenital condition that makes his chest looks a bit caved-in, this does not seem to cause him any pain or discomfort. He's fair-skinned, with short-cropped raven hair. A couple of rebellious bangs fall in front of his face, half-obscuring his eyes which seem to be in a perpetual half-lidded state; his graveyard-shift job has caused dark rings to form around them, giving him a sort of 'raccoon mask' that hangs visibly around them. Apart from his stature he has no further distinguishing features to set him apart from his peers. As far as clothing goes, he favors the colors black, brown and grey while also reserving the use of red for accents. When not stuck in his work-clothes (which is a simple pair of slacks with a short-sleeved button-up shirt), he falls towards the casual spectrum of attire, favoring jeans & t-shirts in the above colors, usually with a sport jacket or hoodie in his accent color. For colder months, he'll go all out, replacing his overgarments with fitted jackets, vests, peacoats, scarves, hats... you name it. For him fall & winter are really the time to go all out. As far as shoewear goes, he seems to limit himself to converse-style shoes and sneakers (unless the ocassion calls for more formal dresswear), but unless compunction is in place he's perfectly happy to run with his sneakers to pretty much anywhere. His onstage apparel takes visual cues from punk, with bits from glam rock and visual kei seeping in; he makes it a point to showcase his slim figure, even showing a bit of flesh every now and then, and can usually be found wearing some pretty garish makeup; his lips and eyes are usually outlined in striking colors to contrast with the rest of his attire. Providing a weird sort of post-punk aesthetic to his entire performance, or he'd say whenever he actually gets around to doing a gig. What's most important Shintaro Kisaragi of Project Kagerou Current Weapon/Combat Skill: He was enrolled in little league baseball and continued to be enrolled into the teen division up until his senior year of highschool; coincidentally he feels quite at home swinging anything with enough heft to it... sayyy an electric guitar for example. Mask: A smooth, featureless mask with no visible eyeholes that 'caps' over his head much like a helmet; it appears to be made from the same material that two-way mirrors are made of. Persona: Langwidere is a character from the world of Oz, she is a princess of the magical nation of Ev a mostly desolate place, containing only the royal family of Ev and its subjects. She is the niece of King Evoldo, and her egotism is the stuff of legend; a vain creature known only for her obsession of collecting beautiful heads which she keeps on display within jewel cases, who'd much rather lock herself in her room and drown herself in her daily beauty rituals than to deal with her subjects, or -anything- related to her responsibilities. It seems that her favorite place has been more or less absorbed into her person, as the mirrors with which she's surrounded herself have instead been drawn into the crux of her obsession: her face, now a polished surface which lulls the viewer with visions of their hearts' desires (much as it functioned for her). The floors, once highly polished things of silver and gold, lie palled over her stately figure; as gilded robes cling to silvered plates that seem affixed to unearthly symmetry; and finally her gown, which flows out like gossamer, billows out in a vapor about her person, keeping a faint chromatic mist about her at all times. In such a state, she appears to have redefined herself in a way to keep those things precious to her closest while also projecting these desires unto those so 'fortunate' to gaze upon her figure. Like Atsushi's stage persona, he wishes for others to behold him, to be enraptured by his presence and performance... and Langwidere's form reflects this (sometimes literally depending on if lighting is favorable or not). She is to Atsushi desire itself, and as Langwidere once did, he seeks to surround himself only with that which is pleasing or evocative of his heart's desire. But without a sobering presence to tame him, he may well find that the paradise which Langwidere offers is only temporary, and he'll have wasted his time gathering fleeting experiences in the guise of securing the future he envisions... but there is always comfort, and as to Haggard was the sea, the mirror is to Atsushi a momentary respite found within its reflection of the stage, within which he loses himself at every chance he gets. This is the Angel Dumah as depicted by Peter Mohrbacher ~Name: Langwidere ~Arcana: Devil ~Drain: ~Weak: Earth, Electricity, Gravity, Force ~Null: Dark, Light ~Reflect: ~Resist: ~Skills:
Have you read all the stickies? Yup. Edited by Zesseract, Mar 13 2017, 02:06 PM.
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| Czernobog | Mar 13 2017, 11:38 AM Post #2 |
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Best Influence.
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