Post by Kiku Honda on Apr 6, 2011 8:27:36 GMT -5
Kiku Honda
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To entice the world with superior animation, to defend all those within his nation. To denounce the evils of Bible Black, to continue exports without slack.
Kiku.
Honda.
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NAME:[/font] Kiku Honda
AGE: 17
GRADE: Senior/Grade 12
NATIONALITY: Japanese (Fluent in English, Japanese, and Chinese. Knows a bit of Korean and Dutch)
POSITIVE TRAITS:
It really depends on which side of Kiku you meet as to which traits are considered ‘positive’. By most people, Kiku is referred to as quiet and serious. These people don’t really know him. Most people acquainted with Kiku Honda are done so through business so of course they see him as serious. Kiku has a strong work ethic and doesn’t let nonsense cross over into business. All work and now play makes Kiku come across as a dull boy. He lets his guard down around his friends (which he doesn’t have many of) to reveal a much more unwound Kiku. This is really the only time one would find ‘postive’ qualities in him. People who know Kiku on a personal level are often surprised. When one befriends Kiku Honda they will find he is:
- Agreeable
- Generous
- Courteous
- Dedicated/Loyal
- Honest
- He has a sense of humour (however droll haha)
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
Again this is rather subjective by whether one is close to Kiku or not. His most negative qualities show around those who he dislikes or doesn’t place trust in. To these people he is:
- Dull
- Not terribly thoughtful
- Blunt/Straight Forward
- Kind of a douche
- Seems uncaring
The most negative trait of Kiku isn’t really. . .a trait of Kiku per se. This trait only comes out when Kiku is angry or threatened. Like, seriously furious or in a life/death situation. Many referred to him as ‘Black Kiku’ but Kiku simply acknowledges as his other half. His other half sort of started to take root in the late 1800’s at the dawn of the Imperial Empire of Japan and it just got. . .worse. It’s much like the condition ‘disassociative identity disorder’ except Kiku remembers everything. After World War II, ‘Black Kiku’ was beaten down and Kiku himself took control back but Black Kiku just sort of hides in the back, waiting.
This isn’t a side of Kiku you want to meet. He is cruel and merciless with little regard for others. He is very defensive and ambitious; he does not give up. If you are on the receiving end of his attack, you will not make it out unscathed.
LIKES:
- Cooking. It’s like his zen. He cooks when he’s stressed or upset. His favourite is salted salmon and he loves spicy food.
- Tea. You should see his cabinet.
- Technology. Buy it, use it, break it, fix it. He loves everything about it.
- Nature. He loves the beauty of nature and can very much appreciate it. . .maybe just not so much the raw power it has.
- Anime/Manga/Hentai/Porn of all flavors. Yeaahhh.
- Rare/cute things. He has a room that is full and dedicated to all of his ‘collectables’ and merch. It’s like a museum I swear. He's really sort of 'in the closet' about this even though EVERYONE knows about it. It's something he only talks to people who have expressed interest in it.
DISLIKES:
- Disorganization
- Personal/Sexual Questions
- Hospitals
- Being mocked/laughed at/not taken seriously
- English sayings and proverbs. Also puns. He doesn’t get them.
- Obnoxious idiots
- Russians, Koreans, and Chinese. Oh my! That's not to say he's not civil. He does his best. Well it’s sort of subjective. He cares for China and Korea like family but. . .would never admit it. So he fights with them; especially Korea. It’s the one time Kiku can truly be seen as immature.
FEARS:
- Failure
- He’d freak if that dream where you’re randomly naked in a room full of people ever came true. He’s not against nudity, oh god no he’s an admitted pervert, but Kiku has an almost phobic obsession with his body. He’s old and after all it’s been through and all the scars he has, for being as aesthetic as he is, he hates how physically unappealing his body is.
out of character
NAME: You can just call me JP 8Db
OTHER CHARACTERS:
Japan has been my longest standing and strongest muse. Over 3 years at this point and recently Fem!Japan. I should tell you now that I don’t really follow the canons exactly. . .I base my muses more on the history of the country. So my shippings are also, usually, based on history. My major shippings are JapanxAmerica and JapanxNetherlands. I also enjoy JapanxSwiss for fun and JapanxUK as long as it’s pre 1600’s. I just don’t ship Japan within the Asian family, besides I’m open to shippings if you can make me like it 8Db
I’m currently developing my Canada muse~ Fem!Canada is stronger than my Manada but I’m working on it. I ship CanadaxNetherlands and I also ship CanadaxAmerica and CanadaxFrance depending on the context.
In the past I’ve also rped Finland, France, and South Korea. . .but they’re all in the muse graveyard ;n;
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
[[I’m always so terrible at sample posts, sorry. I guess this is more of a writing sample rather than a post? If that’s not cool, lemme know D:]]
It was August 8th, 2010; Kiku Honda woke to the sun shining through the window. He usually woke with the sun with no problems . . . but today was different. He was tired and sad. He sat up, something was missing. The Japanese man looked next to himself; the bed was empty. The other side of the bed was made, there were no clothes on the floor, and he didn’t smell breakfast. Alfred wasn’t here.
Kiku knew what day it was. He figured Alfred was hiding somewhere. The past wasn’t something the two enjoyed facing together. It was almost an unwritten, unspoken rule of their relationship that they simply didn’t talk, insinuate, or imply anything about the war.
The Japanese man rolled out of bed t open the window. The sun was shining brightly, hardly reflecting his mood . . . he wished it was raining. He made up his side of the bed and sighed at how neat the room was. He liked neat . . . but since Alfred began staying with him more and more he’d grew accustomed to clothes strewn about the room.
He walked to the closet and put on his uniform. A simple, black, suit style uniform. Extravagance wasn’t his forte in situations like this. He took his old hat off the top shelf and headed for the dresser, taking out two pairs of socks. He slipped on one pair of socks before slipping on his shoes, the second pair the separated and placed them in the middle of the room the stood back to admire his opinion of messy. You’d think he was admiring art, but he was simply taking in a good feeling, or rather a memory of a good feeling, before leaving the room and then the house for a day which was sure to bring nothing but sadness which he had to mask.
Hiroshima Ground Zero. Kiku remembered what it looked like after it had been decimated but now it was a memorial covered in greenery and flowers with a museum not too far away. He sat on one of the raised platforms where Japanese dignitaries sat during the ceremony, keeping nothing but the most indifferent of looks upon his face as he tried to contain the pain he truly felt. The foreign representatives and the countries which felt the event important enough to attend themselves sat in the front rows facing the platform.
Kiku hadn’t greeted anyone himself, he hadn’t even looked at who had attended yet but as the time came closer to the exact time, the moment of silence they would soon observe, he quickly scanned the first row as he stood up. China had skipped out again . . . he usually sent a low ranking official in his place but not this year. However there were a few new faces that surprised him. England was here and France next to him and- No. It couldn’t be. His indifferent mask broke and his eyes opened wide. Standing in the first row, taking off his hat and bowing his head for the moment of silence was the United States of America.
Kiku knew what he’d done. Read that deserved what he got, the words mostly from Americans. They said he asked for it. Kiku never expected an apology or even an acknowledgment of the event from Alfred. But here he was. Standing in the front row with a solemn expression. Bowing his head for a moment of silence. The Japanese nation was stunned.
Kiku removed his hat and observed the moment of silence with his fellow citizens and his friends.
When it was over, he put his hat back on and tilted it downwards to hide the silent tears streaming down his cheeks.
It was August 8th, 2010; Kiku Honda woke to the sun shining through the window. He usually woke with the sun with no problems . . . but today was different. He was tired and sad. He sat up, something was missing. The Japanese man looked next to himself; the bed was empty. The other side of the bed was made, there were no clothes on the floor, and he didn’t smell breakfast. Alfred wasn’t here.
Kiku knew what day it was. He figured Alfred was hiding somewhere. The past wasn’t something the two enjoyed facing together. It was almost an unwritten, unspoken rule of their relationship that they simply didn’t talk, insinuate, or imply anything about the war.
The Japanese man rolled out of bed t open the window. The sun was shining brightly, hardly reflecting his mood . . . he wished it was raining. He made up his side of the bed and sighed at how neat the room was. He liked neat . . . but since Alfred began staying with him more and more he’d grew accustomed to clothes strewn about the room.
He walked to the closet and put on his uniform. A simple, black, suit style uniform. Extravagance wasn’t his forte in situations like this. He took his old hat off the top shelf and headed for the dresser, taking out two pairs of socks. He slipped on one pair of socks before slipping on his shoes, the second pair the separated and placed them in the middle of the room the stood back to admire his opinion of messy. You’d think he was admiring art, but he was simply taking in a good feeling, or rather a memory of a good feeling, before leaving the room and then the house for a day which was sure to bring nothing but sadness which he had to mask.
Hiroshima Ground Zero. Kiku remembered what it looked like after it had been decimated but now it was a memorial covered in greenery and flowers with a museum not too far away. He sat on one of the raised platforms where Japanese dignitaries sat during the ceremony, keeping nothing but the most indifferent of looks upon his face as he tried to contain the pain he truly felt. The foreign representatives and the countries which felt the event important enough to attend themselves sat in the front rows facing the platform.
Kiku hadn’t greeted anyone himself, he hadn’t even looked at who had attended yet but as the time came closer to the exact time, the moment of silence they would soon observe, he quickly scanned the first row as he stood up. China had skipped out again . . . he usually sent a low ranking official in his place but not this year. However there were a few new faces that surprised him. England was here and France next to him and- No. It couldn’t be. His indifferent mask broke and his eyes opened wide. Standing in the first row, taking off his hat and bowing his head for the moment of silence was the United States of America.
Kiku knew what he’d done. Read that deserved what he got, the words mostly from Americans. They said he asked for it. Kiku never expected an apology or even an acknowledgment of the event from Alfred. But here he was. Standing in the front row with a solemn expression. Bowing his head for a moment of silence. The Japanese nation was stunned.
Kiku removed his hat and observed the moment of silence with his fellow citizens and his friends.
When it was over, he put his hat back on and tilted it downwards to hide the silent tears streaming down his cheeks.
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