Post by Kiku Honda on Jul 19, 2011 20:29:36 GMT -5
IC
Character Name:
Kiku Honda
Nationality:
Japanese
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
2/11
Age:
24
Education:
Graduated Harvard with a bachelor’s degree in Philosophy.
Occupation:
Runs a small electronics boutique in Tokyo.
Family:
Masao Honda - Pa
Yoko Honda - Ma
Hometown:
Tokyo, Japan
Starting Town:
New York, New York
Brief History:
Kiku grew up in your average upper class Japanese family, although from an American point of view that is far from average. There is very little love given or received and you are told to be good and quite and respectful from the day you are born. Lucky for Kiku, that is exactly what he was and still is.
When he was of age, Kiku was sent to college abroad in a respectable degree as it was fashionable and reflected very well on the family if he was filial enough to leave. He did enjoy philosophy although he would have preferred to be a musical major. He bided his time peacefully with a tiny circle of friends. He would occasionally get drunk or get stoned but his parents were constantly on his conscious and he could never do either happily.
He returned home quite different from the way he was before, on the inside at least. Outside, he was a tiny rubix cube that his parents had already solved and were using as a tool. On the inside, he was an expansive world with thousands of different locations and ideas. He could feel the creative energy buzzing at his fingertips that his American friends had taught him, but how to escape his prison and use it?
He moved away from home, his parents expecting him to take a respectable desk job at some corporation, marry his secretary, and have one son just as they had done to make him. He decided to move into a flat downtown and use the money he had been saving up to open a tiny electronics boutique on the edges of Harajuku. His parents were devastated but hoped to sell it off to their colleagues as their son being a creative. They began encouraging him, sending him massive amounts of money and investing in his store, allowing him to flourish. They both secretly hoped that perhaps he could go out and make something truly beautiful out of his life unlike they had.
Personality:
Although he is very quite and excellent at sitting impossibly still for long hours, he has an impeccable sense of humor. Not so much smart as learned, he prefers reading a book to going on the internet. To be quite frank, he enjoys a romp around the clubs and forgetting what happened in the morning every once in awhile but only when his parents have not checked in on him in awhile. He is extremely virginal though, never kissed a girl, only held one’s hand once. He isn’t even particularly sure about his sexuality but fears that should he swing anywhere but on the straight and arrow his parents would disown him. He likes coffee or tea every morning and classical music¬–your average things a hipster would enjoy. He has dabbled in art and photography but found that he was best with music. He can play guitar very well, violin alright, and piano well enough to pass.
Appearance:
He has a jet black bowl-like cut that he has had since birth, although it is a bit more layered now. Milky smooth skin wrap around his stick skinny body ending in large feet and long fingers. He has perfect posture with an elongated neck and shoulders thrust back impossibly far. He isn’t muscular at all although he makes a point to stay flexible.
Fashion Style:
Always dressed in shades of gray, white, and black, with the occasional splash of color, he haunts the thrift and vintage stores making very few splurges at boutiques. Blind as a bat he wears contacts but does sometimes wear glasses. To put it simply, his wardrobe is a clash of average hipster attire ground up with suits and tuxedos.
Goals:
He would like to spread to a few more locations and visit the United States again and unconsciously is looking for a companion to settle down with.
Secret:
He is terrified of bees. Although highly unlikely, he thinks that they will sting him and he will puff up and die. He has a fear of death that he would rather not admit to anyone and still visits Shinto shrines.
Other:
He likes to be surrounded by beautiful things, especially people. It makes him a bit biased.
RP Sample:
It’s really not worth the amount he paid. The little tiny hole in the wall that reeks of garlic and mildew. It’s beautiful to him though, it’s hard edges and blank white walls. He’ll paint those walls and fill it with fresh flowers and hooks and cuboards. What would he call it? It had to be something clever. All of those American brands had known a thing or two about naming stores. Honda is trademarked. Kiku sounds ridiculous. Click Koo? Clack Clack? Click Clack? Click Clack. That was nice. His little store would be called Click Clack.
A month later it was fully stocked and there was a cocktail party to hail its opening. Kiku’s heart could have nearly burst with pride, his parents had come and had invited all sorts of high society to show off what their son had done. The scent of fresh painted clashed horribly with the champagne everyone was sipping but que sera, sera.
That night he locked up and groped his way to his car semi-intoxicated. He had only sold one pair of the cheapest earbuds but he felt like he had become the most successful businessman in all of Japan. He was beaming from ear to ear as he unlocked the door to his house and collapsed on the futon. He briefly closed his eyes in prayer giving thanks to the higher powers who had somehow aligned the stars to make it all happen.
He woke up the next morning with a headache and a greasy forehead. Rolling uncomfortably out of bed he took his morning piss and started the coffee machine. The coffee machine simply did not want to pull anything out of the grains and would prefer to make him late to his own store. Finally settling for half of a thermos full, he hopped into his car and drove ten miles over the speed limit back to Click Clack.
OOC
Name: Annabel
Age: 16, May 3.
Contact Info: Skype – teh_clarkina
Website: pompouslyparochially.tumblr.com
Other: Naaaaaw man, pleasure to meet you all.
Boy you know you get me high, high, high
Won't you take me for a ride, ride, ride
Tell me where you wanna go, whoooOOOooo
Tell me where you wanna go
T-T-T-To the top of the world!
Character Name:
Kiku Honda
Nationality:
Japanese
Gender:
Male
Birthday:
2/11
Age:
24
Education:
Graduated Harvard with a bachelor’s degree in Philosophy.
Occupation:
Runs a small electronics boutique in Tokyo.
Family:
Masao Honda - Pa
Yoko Honda - Ma
Hometown:
Tokyo, Japan
Starting Town:
New York, New York
Brief History:
Kiku grew up in your average upper class Japanese family, although from an American point of view that is far from average. There is very little love given or received and you are told to be good and quite and respectful from the day you are born. Lucky for Kiku, that is exactly what he was and still is.
When he was of age, Kiku was sent to college abroad in a respectable degree as it was fashionable and reflected very well on the family if he was filial enough to leave. He did enjoy philosophy although he would have preferred to be a musical major. He bided his time peacefully with a tiny circle of friends. He would occasionally get drunk or get stoned but his parents were constantly on his conscious and he could never do either happily.
He returned home quite different from the way he was before, on the inside at least. Outside, he was a tiny rubix cube that his parents had already solved and were using as a tool. On the inside, he was an expansive world with thousands of different locations and ideas. He could feel the creative energy buzzing at his fingertips that his American friends had taught him, but how to escape his prison and use it?
He moved away from home, his parents expecting him to take a respectable desk job at some corporation, marry his secretary, and have one son just as they had done to make him. He decided to move into a flat downtown and use the money he had been saving up to open a tiny electronics boutique on the edges of Harajuku. His parents were devastated but hoped to sell it off to their colleagues as their son being a creative. They began encouraging him, sending him massive amounts of money and investing in his store, allowing him to flourish. They both secretly hoped that perhaps he could go out and make something truly beautiful out of his life unlike they had.
Personality:
Although he is very quite and excellent at sitting impossibly still for long hours, he has an impeccable sense of humor. Not so much smart as learned, he prefers reading a book to going on the internet. To be quite frank, he enjoys a romp around the clubs and forgetting what happened in the morning every once in awhile but only when his parents have not checked in on him in awhile. He is extremely virginal though, never kissed a girl, only held one’s hand once. He isn’t even particularly sure about his sexuality but fears that should he swing anywhere but on the straight and arrow his parents would disown him. He likes coffee or tea every morning and classical music¬–your average things a hipster would enjoy. He has dabbled in art and photography but found that he was best with music. He can play guitar very well, violin alright, and piano well enough to pass.
Appearance:
He has a jet black bowl-like cut that he has had since birth, although it is a bit more layered now. Milky smooth skin wrap around his stick skinny body ending in large feet and long fingers. He has perfect posture with an elongated neck and shoulders thrust back impossibly far. He isn’t muscular at all although he makes a point to stay flexible.
Fashion Style:
Always dressed in shades of gray, white, and black, with the occasional splash of color, he haunts the thrift and vintage stores making very few splurges at boutiques. Blind as a bat he wears contacts but does sometimes wear glasses. To put it simply, his wardrobe is a clash of average hipster attire ground up with suits and tuxedos.
Goals:
He would like to spread to a few more locations and visit the United States again and unconsciously is looking for a companion to settle down with.
Secret:
He is terrified of bees. Although highly unlikely, he thinks that they will sting him and he will puff up and die. He has a fear of death that he would rather not admit to anyone and still visits Shinto shrines.
Other:
He likes to be surrounded by beautiful things, especially people. It makes him a bit biased.
RP Sample:
It’s really not worth the amount he paid. The little tiny hole in the wall that reeks of garlic and mildew. It’s beautiful to him though, it’s hard edges and blank white walls. He’ll paint those walls and fill it with fresh flowers and hooks and cuboards. What would he call it? It had to be something clever. All of those American brands had known a thing or two about naming stores. Honda is trademarked. Kiku sounds ridiculous. Click Koo? Clack Clack? Click Clack? Click Clack. That was nice. His little store would be called Click Clack.
A month later it was fully stocked and there was a cocktail party to hail its opening. Kiku’s heart could have nearly burst with pride, his parents had come and had invited all sorts of high society to show off what their son had done. The scent of fresh painted clashed horribly with the champagne everyone was sipping but que sera, sera.
That night he locked up and groped his way to his car semi-intoxicated. He had only sold one pair of the cheapest earbuds but he felt like he had become the most successful businessman in all of Japan. He was beaming from ear to ear as he unlocked the door to his house and collapsed on the futon. He briefly closed his eyes in prayer giving thanks to the higher powers who had somehow aligned the stars to make it all happen.
He woke up the next morning with a headache and a greasy forehead. Rolling uncomfortably out of bed he took his morning piss and started the coffee machine. The coffee machine simply did not want to pull anything out of the grains and would prefer to make him late to his own store. Finally settling for half of a thermos full, he hopped into his car and drove ten miles over the speed limit back to Click Clack.
OOC
Name: Annabel
Age: 16, May 3.
Contact Info: Skype – teh_clarkina
Website: pompouslyparochially.tumblr.com
Other: Naaaaaw man, pleasure to meet you all.
Boy you know you get me high, high, high
Won't you take me for a ride, ride, ride
Tell me where you wanna go, whoooOOOooo
Tell me where you wanna go
T-T-T-To the top of the world!