Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2014 19:55:02 GMT -7
Yoichi Nakahara Twenty Five Nefarious Yo Deceit Virus, Mixed FACE CLAIM: Haitani Seiji ANIMANGA: Zetman GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 6'4 WEIGHT: 150 lbs APPEARANCE Yoichi has a strange appearance: one evokes a sense of both masculine prowess and feminine vulnerability. He is a tall individual, though not particularly endowed. With the exception of his shoulders, his frame is remarkably tapered and delicate, showing signs of someone who is noticeably underweight. The man's skin is pale, a result of late nights and minimal sunlight. Yoichi wears his hair long in the front, preferring the cover of large bangs to hide a sizeable portion of his narrow, triangular face. His hazel eyes and long lashes are beautiful, but he often bears the look of someone who has not slept. Yoichi's attire is, generally speaking, quite formal. He is normally seen in a purple pinstripe suit, though the collar of the white shirt beneath his jacket is often left open. He appears ready for an outing at all times, often foregoing the necessities of a normal wardrobe in favour of flashier ensembles. Yoichi is certainly never seen unkempt, however, and his obsession with his appearance borders on narcissism. Yoichi effortlessly defines the term 'socialite'. He is vain, self-absorbed, and obsessed with attention. The only thing he cares about is material wealth, having long abandoned his childhood dream of having friends and a family that was proud of him. Growing up a privileged child tainted young Yoichi, sending him off the edge of reason and into the abyss of loneliness. His early years could be described as amazing – perfect, even. He had two lovely (and very wealthy) parents who doted on him night and day. They did everything with their son, from taking him on exciting trips to throwing him lavish birthday parties. It was his school years, though, that changed his outlook on life. The problem with Yoichi was thusly: he didn’t have In high school, Yoichi used his wiles to control people from afar, giving up on his once honest goal of having real friends. He adopted a group of fake friends, knocking down whoever stood in his way in a quest to become recognized and, more importantly, popular. He systematically defeated foes through gossip and intimidation, greatly changing the course of his life and veering it in a dangerous direction. After high school, Yoichi desperately clung to his posse, forcing his way through the social ladder to protect his status. Between online courses, he barely maintained a job, choosing instead to spend long nights at the bars with his group or on his own, festering like a boil in his apartment. He had several girlfriends during this time but found himself jumping from one woman to another, unable to forge a proper relationship that went beyond his physical needs. Though currently living a lavish lifestyle filled with extravagance, Yoichi’s heart is shriveled and empty, leaving him only with a sense of boredom rather than a sense of purpose. This boredom has spawned deeper feelings of hatred, bitterness and resentment. Yoichi has since become ambivalent and unapologetically manipulates people to get his way – and to great effect. Despite the growing strength of his negative feelings, he rarely shows much emotion, choosing instead to adopt a playful tone whenever he is spoken to. To those he doesn’t know, Yoichi can appear quite charming. He is well spoken, polite and careful with his words. Even then, he is not above slipping in a subtle dig to assert his dominance in a conversation or change the course of a topic. He takes little interest in most things, choosing instead to feign knowledge or intrigue for any discussion he deems too vapid or irrelevant to him. Generally, a prolonged discussion indicates that Yoichi is in need of something. He rarely partakes in pleasantries for very long, otherwise. Possessing no confidants, Yoichi prefers the company of animals. Ever since the first Digital World attack, he has remained intrigued about Digimon kind. He takes special interest in the recent threats posed by Millenniummon and has since contemplating joining the malevolent Digimon’s cause. Powerless on his own, though, he machinates in silence until fate is kinder to him. MEMBER NAME: Mel AGE: 23 OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE What was the point of it anyway? Good. Evil. Everything looked the same. As of late, the lines had blurred even more, what with the introduction of a soul sucking monster to their realm. To be frank, Yoichi was done with it all. The walls. The panic. The overreactions. Terror! Run for your life! He sighed and dropped his cigarette to the ground, crushing it with his foot. Tokyo was barely recognizable anymore. He was growing tired of his city. He just wanted to retreat back into his apartment again and start everything over. 'Why do I even bother? This place is shit. Everything is shit. My social life is also shit. Haven't called Mom in a month. Haven't called Dad in what...a year? I don't care. It's not like they matter much anyway. They gave me everything I wanted. I have the money. Who knows how much longer my block will hold out, though. The thing about the apocalypse is even if you're rich, it comes anyway. I doubt I'll find the resolve to fight it any longer.' All of these sober thoughts struck him hard. Sober? Hah. This was the first sober night in days. For once, he could focus in on the sky and see the stars. Well, what was left of them. What used to be the sky was a patchwork of digital etchings and foreign lands. He could see the citizens of the other world roaming around. He wondered if they could see him, too. Brushing a strand of hair over his face, he turned his focus to the ground. A raindrop. Hmm. He hadn't seen that coming. He looked up again, spying a flash of lightning. 'That was quick' he thought. Moments later, it began to pour. He stood there half in awe, half in boredom. Yoichi was too lazy to move. Or maybe he'd lost the motivation. What was the point? The apocalypse was coming. It was coming whether he was rich or not. |
