Hello, my name is Nowaki Akiji
But I mostly go by Noah. Aki-Aki to those in the family who I associate with the most, barring my parents, who refer to me as simply Nowaki.
I am a male.
I am 19
years old. My birthday is the 12th of October.
I work in the fabric that society has created, as a student.
My dream job is something I am still attempting to figure out.
My blood status is Pureblood.
The house I was in was Slytherin I was in the class of 2023.
I'm interested in both, but if someone were to wind up aware of it, I would be skinned alive.
I'm currently with a faceless demon in my dreams.
I seem reserved and friendly
but I am really apathetic, to a frightening extent, I imagine. I don’t mean to be. It’s difficult to find it in me to care. Simply put, it’s not interesting to me, why must I? People would be appalled if they found out. Aside from myself, very few things catch my eye enough to enthrall me and that that does, I treasure very much. One is the art of the sword, the other is my brother.
The living one, of course.
My background story is probably not very interesting.
I am Nowaki Akiji, third son of the Akiji family-- synonymous with words like prominence, affluence, success, power and tradition-- born on the twelfth day of the tenth month. I was raised how the family raised their children, with rigorous training and strict routines meant to push them to meet expectations that soared beyond the sky and aim for even further past the almost unachievable. It was harsh, difficult and a little less enjoyable than I would have preferred, especially for someone that young, only yet to be introduced to the world.
But I gather it worked. I cannot recall an Akiji who had failed to meet even the barest minimum of these familial requirements. I still don’t have much knowledge of it outside those imposed during my years of education, but I don’t doubt it will be equally as demanding, if not more so.
Admittedly, being the third son, there was less of the looming expectations on my part, not too much of a change, but it was there. That changed over the course of the years, however.
It went a little bit like this.
People cared less about what I did growing up, or, perhaps the more appropriate expression would be that I wasn’t as pressured to the extent that, say, Katsuo and Yuyami were. Katsuo had it very well. Firstborn, the next family head and he was made for the position, fitting perfectly into the mold that Father had crafted for him. I used to be so envious of how fluidly he went through the motions of his life. He enjoyed it, flourished under the expectations and broke past some of them. As overused and superficial as it sounds, Katsuo honestly
was perfect, at the things that mattered at the time. He was intriguing, so much in how he seemed to be one bright step ahead of everyone and everything. He was shallow, however. He valued outward things, that which was visible, observable and overt. I could never connect him with any other word other than those that meant perfect and hollow.
Not even when he was still alive. I was quite young when he died. I was in the dojo, practicing my katas. To my complete amusement, Katsuo died in one of the most mundane ways possible. He fell of the stairs and broke his neck. It was laughable, one of the brightest stars of the family put out by something so
dull. If he had died in a fire, that would be slightly more befitting, I suppose. He would have probably been saving someone too. I suppose even Elder Brother Katsuo cannot have everything. During his funeral, a solemn, sorrowful, miserable affair, I was too busy trying to remember what I could of him. A nice smile, a hand on my head, a warm voice teaching me how to properly hold my naginata and the same hand correcting my stance. He was kind-- superficial, but he was kind.
So the first son’s life drew to a close. It was Yuya’s turn now. I always wondered how he stood it, the constant comparison to oh-so-perfect Katsuo, living in his shadow, named, made and dispositioned into it to the point that it was unshakeable. It had become a part of him. He did not live up to Katsuo-- no one could and even in death, he still loomed over us all-- but he did his best and it was most definitely more than enough, though it was not so for the Akiji head at the moment. Was it the fate of the middle child? I suppose I don’t know. He was a quiet person, an independent and a recluse. His feelings, all those emotions roiling in his heart had festered, further fueled by our parents expectations and remarks and he became this dark, shadowy silhouette against Katsuo’s light and slowly, I think it is beginning to take over. I cannot say it was completely the family’s fault and neither can I say it is Yuyami’s that he was how he is. The fault lay with them both, I suppose. On the rare occasions that Yuyami had lowered his guard, so much bitter, so much negativity of mind was there, behind the smiling, compassionate facade was something so wickedly dismal. It was fascinating, so interesting, that which was my brother Yuyami. So he took over Katsuo’s former position, fitting well enough into that mold, even if it was a little loose around the edges.
It might be just me, but it seems like the spirits are trying to say something. Not long after Katsuo’s demise, events occurred to the Second Brother and he lost his eye, his ability to see from that optic. There is a scar over it, marking the left side of his face, unbalancing the fine features. He does not speak of the events. Very recently, yet another one occurred and it marked the second time that the Akiji heir has brushed close enough to touch Death’s doorstep. He is alive and well, if a little more scarred and sullen towards the world.
Then there is me. The ante for me was upped right after the eldest’s death and as Yuyami took his place, his position was passed down to me. I did well enough, with ten out of twelve of my O.W.L.S being Os and two of them Es, and the same number of Os and Es in my N.E.W.T.S. in addition to a continuing mastery of Iaijustu and Naginatajustu. Much to the slight disapproval of my parents, I opted for subjects that I was good at, choosing to stay in my comfort zones rather than expanding my horizons to those I didn’t know. School was fun, but there were more things I enjoyed out of it than in. As of now, fresh out of it and nowhere yet destined to go, I can only hope for the longevity of my brother’s life and what freedom allowed to me as a waiting hand to him.
I enjoy food, sitting outside during cooler weather, practicing with my swords, spending time with a reasonable family and sleep.
I despise overly made-up faces, the heat, lukewarm food or drink, people touching my belongings without my express permission and, as childish as it may be, not being able to do what I want.
I'm afraid of being pushed into the role of the main heir, and Yuyami’s death.
My strengths are my height, which I like to use as an advantage whenever I can and tendency and ability to simply follow without questions. Provided it is beneficial to me.
My flaws are my apathy and my non-direction in life.
I look like this My wand is a decorated yew wand of fourteen inches with a dragon heartstring core. It’s a stubborn thing, but lovely and very loyal.
My pet is a tortoiseshell cat I have named Ishi.
My O.W.L. Scores Were: Astronomy - O
Charms - E
Defense Against Dark Arts - E
Herbology - O
History of Magic - O
Potions - O
Transfiguration - O
Alchemy - O
Ancient Studies - O
Mythology - O
Wandless Magic - O
My N.E.W.T. Scores Were: Astronomy - E
Charms - O
Defense Against Dark Arts - E
Herbology - O
History of Magic - O
Potions - O
Transfiguration - O
Alchemy - O
Ancient Studies - O
Mythology - O
Wandless Magic - O
Oh yes, there's something else I need to tell you! I am more oriented towards those relating to the arts and that of the past. On my left ear is locked an ear cuff with the family crest on it.
