Post by pochi on Mar 9, 2011 20:26:43 GMT -5
HONDA KIKU
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NAME:[/font] Honda Kiku (or Kiku Honda, Westernized)
AGE: Seventeen
GRADE: Senior
NATIONALITY: Japanese
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- POLITE – It’s no secret that the young Japanese is almost painfully polite, adding the suffix of “-san” on those he doesn’t even like. He will (depending on his personal preference) change this to “-kun” or “-chan” considering how close he is to the person in question.
- KINESTETIC – Kiku learns by doing. If set among an array of confusing gadgets, you can bet that he can find some sort of way to either; put it all together—or completely fix it with little difficulty.
- TECHNLOGICAL – He adores technology, and as such—can use almost the most complicated machinery. He’s been known to tinker with computers, or friend’s computers; and can even jailbreak some of them.
- OBSERVATIVE – Kiku can read the air around him, and use it to his advantage. He’s sensitive to how others are feeling, even though it never fully shows on his own face. He prefers to weigh the consequences before choosing his direct course of action.
- INTELLIGENT – Also not exactly a secret; Kiku is extremely intelligent compared to most. Although, he will simply say it is the dedication he feels to learn that propels this trait.
- NIMBLE – Due to small size and his limber nature, Kiku is easily able to move swiftly among those that might be—larger then he is. He’s the right size for—many, different things.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- SHY – Due to a more then restrained past, he can be abnormally quiet. Even when asked for his opinion, or simply stating a greeting to someone.
- GULLIBLE – He can be persuaded to do some…awkward things. This is mostly attributed towards his confusion of other cultures and people.
- QUESTIONABLE – In a sense of his..other appetites. He can be more then mildly perverted, let’s say. Kiku is not too open about this, though it is also hardly a secret. He’s been known to take pictures, or set up cameras in order to get the ‘perfect shot’ on some of his friends.
- NERDY – In the pocky-chomping, staying up until 2am playing video games/watching anime way. He can be horribly, terribly stereotypical, and even refuse to go out if one of his shows are on. He’ll neglect food, and even sleep for his ‘higher priorities.’ This can also be traded in for his unhealthy amount of study time, which means he’s alone in his room with a book for majority of the day.
- APATHETIC—While he is not soulless (which some perceive him as incorrectly) Kiku can come off as quite—lacking in the field of emotions. It can make him intimidating to approach, or even befriend. However, when someone actually gets on friendly terms with him; it turns out the complete opposite to what is expected.
LIKES:
- White Rice
- Salted Salmon (Fish)
- Cleaning
- Anime & Manga
- Video Games
- Sake
- Studying
- Music (Techno/etc.)
- Sakura Blossoms
- Pochi (His Dog)
- Cats
- His Family (
Sometimes)
DISLIKES:
- Beer
- Public Outings
- Parties
- Disruptions
- Cockroaches
- Loud, Obnoxious Individuals
- Being Touched
- Confrontations
- Diets
- Dishonor
-
EuropeanAmericanBad Food - Cigarettes
FEARS:
- Being isolated, or forgotten by those he cares about. Specifically individuals that have made it into his heart.
- Being controlled, and far too gullible to notice that he is being played for the fool.
- Losing any of his family. (Secretly)
- Physical touching sometimes makes him—very uncomfortable, and he wishes to learn some way of overcoming his fear of being too reserved for anyone to actually ‘like’ him.
out of character
NAME: Lily/Lotus or Kiku is fine!
OTHER CHARACTERS: I play America, China and some others on my messengers~ But I’m more then comfortable with Japan and a few others, if you want to ask~![/blockquote]
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
He should have known what he was getting himself into when he had agreed to accompany the German and Italian sightseeing this evening. It was his first time in his friend’s homeland, and Italian rolled off his tongue as easily as peanut butter. Sticking and coming out embarrassingly, horridly bad. Kiku swore he could still hear the soft chuckling from Feliciano, making his cheeks go beat red. Perhaps this was not the best idea—this city is beautiful, but I feel so out of place. Even Ludwig blends in better then I do, and he is towering over all of them. In comparison, Kiku was the smallest of his current trio of friends; awkwardly sinking in the crowds of people chattering away as they took pictures of the reminisce of Ancient Rome. He was not immune to the ‘taking-pictures-of-everything’ bug, and in fact Feliciano seemed more then happy to indulge him. Pressing the flash button, the snap of light and mechanical whirl signaled that his new addition was made in the film. A nice picture of—a cat.
So cute! These animals simply wander around? Oh—I hope they are well-fed. Glancing behind him, Kiku made sure that his friends were too busy at what seemed to be some food stand. Looking back at the mewling thing, the Japanese bit the inside of his cheek. Digging into his pocket, he took out what seemed to be some wrapped salted fish; having been dried for keeping its flavor as well as edible. Tearing it with careful fingers, the Japanese man knelt down to feed the pawing creature; low purrs of content coming from the tabby as it snacked on the small shred of fish. Smiling, the black haired male began to tear off more of it—until the accented voice of his younger friend called to him.
”H-hai! I am coming, please wait, Feliciano-kun.” Wiping off his hands on his jeans, the island nation felt a short tug on his sleeve. The cat had managed to hook his claws into the hem long enough to snatch the full piece of dried fish in its mouth. Tearing his cuffling as it rushed off and hopped over one of the many iron gate fences in Italy. Jaw slacking, the dimmed dark eyes widened in shock. ”C-chotto matte yo! Wait, that was—oh my,” his cheeks again dusted a light pink. Glancing around at the Italians (and tourists) looking towards him out of concern; utterances in Italian made his shoulders sink in humilation. One tourist, whom assumed he spoke fluent English, asked it he was alright.
”Hai, I’m—yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” Excusing himself politely, Kiku looked up to zone in on his taller German friend with his stylish, little Italian. ”Feliciano-kun?” Voice constricted, the black haired Asian wandered on the block; eyes glancing from one edge to the other—no sign of Ludwig anywhere. Finding Feliciano would be like attempting to find a needle in a haystack. Frowning softly, the Asian began to dig around in his pockets nervously. Surely, they didn’t mean to leave him—no, it was just a mistake. Pulling out his cellphone, his fingers quickly typed into one of his hacked GPS systems.
A small blue dot appeared on his map, and he smiled openly. Labeled Feliciano, the Asian let out a soft sigh—thank the spirits for small favors. That microchip he’d stuck on Feliciano’s suit had proved most helpful.
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