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 Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 2:22 pm
Character name: Taiki Shiraishi
Link to journal AND/OR Quest Thread: link
Describe your character's personality in less than 30 words: Polite, prim, and proper. A gentleman who's always thirsting for knowledge.
Does your character have a ship/ OTP? n/a
Describe your character if they were a vegetable: Spinach
What is your character's favourite music/ song/ piece? One Summer's Day by Joe Hisaishi
What is your character's hobby, if they had spare time? Reading, tea
Is your character more arts, science, or sports inclined? Science
What type of personality traits does your character gravitate towards? Studious, polite, academic
What are your character's personality traits (Good ones?) Industrious, dutiful, knowledgeable
What are your character's personality flaws? Stiff, apathetic
What is your character's favourite colour? Black
Describe your character if they were in the opposite faction: Conquest - Scholar
What would your character look like as the opposite gender OR 10 years into the future? 10 YEARS: Hair is relatively the same, taller, clothes much more formal ie. vests, suits, buttoned shirts, etc.
If your character was an Amityville Professor/ Divison Leader/ Horsemen Clans lead how would they teach others? Fairly dull, never seems to lose his cool and knows everything
Who does your character look up to? His mother
What is a great weakness of your character? Curiosity
What are their favourite foods? Tea, nikujaga
Favourite fashion style? Monochrome, semi-formal to formal
Favourite minipet? Ghost Dog (ascended)
If your character was in a fantasy novel who would they be? A scholar surrounded by rumors of necromancy
Describe your character as a mythical creature: Sphinx
Describe your character as a Disney princess and/ or Villain Hans
If your character could travel anywhere where would they go? Everywhere
If your character could confess one great secret what would they confess? To be honest, he doesn't actually care
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Posted: Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:05 pm
Hunger
At home, eating was more than mere pleasure, a mere habit Halloween denizens had picked out from their human creators. At home, eating was a precious ritual practiced with care and enjoyed from the very core of one’s being.
Eating was not something he could completely understand.
Objectively, he knew it brought no inherent value to his survival and it was meant to give him some type of happiness he could never feel. The taste of his mother’s dishes always lingered on his tongue, but he could not mimic the same reverent expressions that splayed across his family’s faces whenever they consumed. It was in their nature. It was their fate to love food and to crave it in order to satiate the everlasting hunger bubbling in each of their stomachs but was strangely missing from his own.
There were days and weeks where he forewent meals, and it was perfectly fine to him. He could not understanding wasting time and money that brought little use or joy to him. It was better to stay holed in his room while occasionally sipping on a fresh, warm cup of tea. Even tea was an odd invention when he leaned back and pondered the drink over, but by now it had become habit to pour a fresh batch of the drink when he sat down to work.
But that was the limit of his carnal hunger.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:37 pm
Apathy
Can you still feel anything if you are dead? He wonders if the inquiry jostles the human brain as they cycle through their schedule, day in and day out like robots and zombies. Perhaps in that respect they are more alike than they care to admit. Sometimes it is difficult to remember he is the walking dead, straddling the fine line between death and life. Sometimes it is nothing different from living, and other times he wonders if it’s merely him or merely death knocking on his brain as a reminder.
When someone dies, he cannot cry nor can he feel his figurative heart move. What is there to sulk over when he himself is dead. If one cannot conquer death than perhaps it is better to stay buried six feet in the ground. Perhaps a moment or two is spent in quiet contemplation, but then it’s time to move onto the next big thing—completing an assignment due tomorrow or retrieving that one particular item for a quest. There is nothing special about death or friendships or anything, or so he says.
Things will always disintegrate with time. He, too, will fall back into the ground as dust and bones. Things will always fall apart, and it’s better to move forward with a cold heart than to dwell with a broken one.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:37 pm
Checkmate
To be honest, he would much rather play a round of Go than chess, but he could understand that the latter was far more common and well-known. They are hardly similar, the only thread of connection being their need for strategy and ability to predict moves ahead. Still, each game has their advantages and disadvantages, their own unique trait that sets them apart from the other. A certain brand of appeal that draws him to both of them.
But when it comes to playing his family, the only opponent worthy of his attention is his mother. She is his mentor, his idol, the one who opened his eyes to the world with the flip of a page. She stands unassumingly and like himself, stands on the shorter end of the height spectrum within the family. Her golden eyes survey the board with casual care as she brings the teacup to her skeleton lips. Bony fingers bring the cup back to the table as she hums thoughtfully. By now, he’s learned to realize that the hum can mean anything—good, bad, nothing—and serves only as a distraction for him, to lead him astray from her true goals.
Yet it always seems too late when her lips curl into a thin smile and she slides the rook in place. “Checkmate, dear.”
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 10:38 pm
Puzzles
He is fond of puzzles. They stretch their mind and require careful thought before he can formulate a correct answer. There is something structural and logical about puzzles, and he prefers it that way. He cannot function within a world of chaos and decisions based on emotional or instinct. He lives within a reality filled with numbers and facts and diagrams. Everything must be planned with some degree of care and thought. Just like a puzzle.
But there is one puzzle he cannot seem to solve. The puzzle is less a puzzle and more a person. He spends every day of the school year interacting with his fellow students, and over time he realizes he’s made friendships and relationships. They always wax and wane like the moon, but they exist nonetheless.
But there is something he cannot understand by this particular ghoul. She is not unlike someone he knew once upon a time, but she is the kind of person that often wears his patience thin excluding special circumstances—and that is what bothers him inside as he continues with his homework and studying and RA duties. When it’s her, his patience becomes as endless as the sea and sky. It is a never ending well that will never dry out. A mystery he cannot explain.
And a puzzle he cannot wait to solve.
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