Post by Tokiie Shibata on May 26, 2010 16:35:23 GMT -4
TOKIIE SHIBATA
....the mask
Your Name: Flo
Where did you find us?: An ad on another RP site, don’t remember which one it was
How long have you been roleplaying?: A long, long time.
Password: [admin edit!]
...basic character information
Birth Name: [Tokiie Shibata]
Nickname
Gender: [Male]
Age: (17)
Grade: (11)
Birth date: [February 3rd]
Program: [Bachelor of Arts]
Major: [Sociology]
Animal Identity: [Istiophorus Platypterus . Indo-Pacific Sailfish]
...personality
Likes:
- Fish >> They’re both pretty and tasty, what’s not to love?
- Manipulation >> Just a puppetmaster, pulling the strings…
- The ocean and water >> Without it, he becomes diminished.
- His dexterity >> Not as strong as the other boys, but ten times more flexible, agile and swift.
- His slyness and cunning >> Using less body and more brain is how he survives.
- Information >> Knowledge is power, so they say.
- Sex >> He always claims he’s a virgin…
- Smoking >> Little puffs of smoke and air…
- Eye catching colours >> Beautiful, beautiful colours, so lively, so lovely.
- Being accepted and loved >> But he won’t ever admit it.
- Dress to confuse >> He seems to have no apparent gender when it comes to his style.
- Reading >> The more you know…
- Storms >> His heart beats to the rhythm of rough seas.
- Naginata / Kendo >> Where he learned to move nimbly and quickly.
Dislikes:
- Losing his lighter >> A minor nuisance, but irritating none the less.
- Not knowing >> If thrust into the dark, it becomes difficult to defend oneself.
- Physical confrontations >> He had never been built for strength.
- Willful ignorance >> The lack of knowledge and awareness comes with few advantages.
- Misjudgment >> Always know what you’re up against. It’s a cruel world.
- Dry weather >> He much prefers the rain.
- Failure >> Anything less then perfection is failure. Always.
- The smell of stale air >> He prefers actually being able to breathe, thank you.
- Being rushed >> Time is the greatest perfection.
- Clumsiness >> He prides himself on accuracy.
- Nosy people >> It’s never one’s business to make themselves the business of others.
Fears:
- Never being loved >> He chases people away, but is hoping to have the right person willing to stay.
- Being manipulated >> He prefers to not be somebody else’s little puppet.
- People seeing through him >> There’s a reason he keeps it hidden.
Strengths:
- Street smarts >> Can’t catch him unless he wants to be caught, can’t find him unless he wants to be found.
- His dexterity >> What he lacks in strength and brute force, he compensates in speed, flexibility and agility.
- Intelligence >> He knows more then he might want to know.
- Awareness >> Just try and catch him off guard. I dare you.
Weaknesses:
- Distrust >> Life is hard, love is strange, nothing lasts, people change.
- Loneliness >> He gets lonely very easily, but chases off or ends up manipulating those who try to befriend him.
- I Love You >> The boy’s smart, but he falls for it again and again, whether it be sincere or not.
- Children >> He had always wanted a child of his own and is often a tad more open around them.
Overall:
The Puppetmaster >> Tokiie is cunning and sly and, to be honest, is quite the genius when it comes to identifying and manipulating emotions. He’s been doing it for long enough to get good, and is vigilant about hiding it as well. He likes to pull the little strings and watch the reaction, but since he’s rarely doing the actions himself, he never gets caught. Pied piper of words, or so they say. A true puppetmaster; he turns people around and around in his hands until he gets what he wants. And Tokiie always gets what he wants.
Lonely Days >> The young man is often weary, and those who take the time to attempt to get near him are driven away. He overanalyzes people, picking them apart bit by bit and only paying attention to the negative things. Maybe it’s the only way he knows how to defend himself. Tokiie’s just waiting for that one day a person would be resilient enough to approach him, realize that he’s just not all of what he appears to be, and stay a while.
Lusty and Seductive >> Though his emotions may be closed off to the world, his legs are certainly always open. He’ll take love anywhere he can find it, whether it be a true relationship or a one night stand with no strings attached. Unfortunately, it always seems to be the latter. He seems to be an easy catch, and many take advantage of that, only to disappear the next day without a trace. Tokiie’s smart, but his weakness seems to be the words: “I love you”, whether they’re spoken with sincerity or not.
Creative License >> Having the freedom of creativity is a big thing for the young man. His choice of style is bold and, to many, quite strange. He wears both male and female clothes and gives his hair a bunch of strange colours. Give him a paintbrush and he’s an artist, a guitar and he’s a musician, a pencil and he’s an author and poet. Many times, he feels as if his art is the only thing he has left in the world, and seems to create the most beautiful things when he’s emotionally strained.
...appearance
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Celebrity Play By: Takamasa Ishihara (Miyavi)
Appearance:
Homo Sapien >>
Tokiie is quite the confusing character to look at. His hair is often kept long and dyed a million colours, but is naturally black, taking from his Japanese heritage. It may be one style and cut one day, and tomorrow it could look completely different; it’s always a wildcard when it comes to his hair. Though it may not seem like it at first, he takes very good care of it, as he thinks it’s one of his better defining features. His eyes are black, with zero difference between the pupil and iris. It’s rather convenient for him, actually, as a lot of the time, people don’t know where exactly he’s looking.
He stands about 5’8; a bit on the shorter side compared to his peers, and only accented by his figure. Tokiie wears both male and female clothes, which normally wouldn’t be a problem. However, because of his body’s slight, soft curves and the fact that his facial features are a made of smooth lines and less angular shapes (as most often associated with males), it’s sometimes hard to tell whether he’s male or female. He would be more properly described as ‘pretty’, not ‘handsome’. Adding to the already confusing image is his use of makeup and nail polish in elaborate designs and colours. His apparent genderlessness can quickly make a situation awkward, another reason why some don’t even bother approaching him in the first place.
He had natural luck in his genetics; his skin is nearly flawless on its own and always had been. As he grew up, however, body modifications came into play a lot. For a while, all he did was design tattoos. His body is covered in ink and metal, so they say. He has multiple tattoos all over his back, arms and chest, with fewer on his legs. They’re all symbolic to him in many ways, and he designed them all himself. He has three piercing in his left ear and one in his right, another on his right brow, one on the right corner of his lip and a nose piercing. His most recent was a set of spinal piercings. Of course he has a few more, but you’ll need to get his clothes off first. That wouldn’t be too hard.
Tokiie always sways slightly, whether he’s standing or walking, and many tease him about it, saying he hasn’t found his center of gravity yet. For those who don’t know him, this makes identifying his gender even harder. The young man’s hands are very expressive, and he ‘talks’ with them. If you want to better read his emotions, learn to read his hands; they’ll give you a bit more of a hint.
Istiophorus Platypterus >>
Not unlike his human form, Tokiie’s shifted form is striking in appearance. With a flashy, impressive dorsal fin and colouration, he becomes hard to miss when he’s out for a swim. In this form, he’s about three meters long and among, if not exclusively, the most agile and quickest fish in the water.
His sail is a deep red with smatterings of darker red spots and runs almost the full length of his body. Aside from his fins, his body is pretty bullet shaped, enhancing his speed and agility in the water. The top portion of his body is grey-blue and contains light-reflecting scales in a strange formation; swirling along the length of his back and along his sides in vertical lines. His sides are the colour of rust; orange-y looking and almost dull compared to the rest of him. Tokiie’s belly is purely white, blending in to the light shining down through the surface. His pectoral fins are strangely long and also a deep red, making him seem to sway gracefully when he swims.
Tokiie’s sleek appearance is an indicator of his speed in the water, but his fierce look almost rivals this trait. It can almost be literally said that there was a sword attached to his face, thanks to his shifted form’s long, sharp nose. He often uses it as an effective weapon, being sharp on all sides. His eyes remain that inky black, and nobody knows where he’s looking until it’s a tad too late.
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...history
Parents: Hideka Kanai (mother), Raiden Shibata (father)
Siblings: None, he was an only child.
Nagoya, Japan was the place Tokiie Shibata took his first breath and gave his first cry. It was late night when he was born, with a chilled bite in the air. The two new parents and their families were overjoyed with the birth of their first child; a healthy son. His birth was celebrated for many weeks throughout the family as they showered the new parents and their first son with gifts and blessings. It was a blessed, happy, innocent time during his life, when nothing in the world seemed to matter.
It can be said that Tokiie’s first memory was when he was maybe three years young, sitting in his mother’s lap on the balcony of the small apartment they lived in. His mother then showed him what was in her hand; a small plastic bag with an elastic tied around the top. The little baggie was filled with water and, inside that, a little black and white goldfish. It was a childish thing, but he was only three at the time, and he was amazed by the little circles the goldfish seemed to dance inside the bag. Later, his mother put it in a glass bowl and told him to name it. He had named the goldfish Kingyo, meaning, well, ‘goldfish’. Thinking about it now, his first memory always makes Tokiie feel oddly happy. It comforted him in an odd way, but he had never told anybody about it.
He was a bit of a strange kid going into kindergarten and school in general. Of course he was a happy, bouncy boy, as normal. He liked to play with the other kids too, but whenever he wasn’t, he was drawing fish. Yes, whenever he got the chance, he seemed to want to talk about or draw water and fish. Though the teachers found this quite odd, his parents seemed to think it normal, so they left it alone. Elementary school was pretty smooth sailing as well. He had plenty of friends and began to develop his own style during his 5th grade year. Tokiie’s creativity and overall personality seemed to make him irresistible to social interactions, and he was always out and about with his friends. It was evident that he was going to be a bit small compared to all his friends, but at the time when the world seemed all rainbow and sunshine, who cared?
It was when he was twelve years young that a lot changed for him. For his birthday, his mother got him a book on human behaviors, since she thought this might sedate her son’s thirst for books for a little while. Tokiie loved that book and read it cover to cover before deciding to branch off into his own research. He would study it and look through the libraries for it, and soon, when that wasn’t enough anymore, began to look at actual people, learning from them and what they did. Safe to say, he didn’t exactly love what he saw. Little ticks and small behaviors showed when they lied, when they were feeling jealousy and anger and everything he didn’t seem to know before. This put people in a negative light for him, and he didn’t like it. Tokiie’s teachers blamed it on hormones, but starting early in the year, he began to become restless, always needing to move. Even when he slept, he twitched and moved around restlessly.
Hideka and Raiden saw how stressed their son seemed to be getting, and so decided a vacation would be good for all of them. Location: South Korea. Awesome. Off they went to one of the more coastal areas, right near the beach. Needless to say, Tokiie perked up quite a bit near the water. He was swimming around in the ocean at all hours during the day, and in the pools when the beaches were closed off. It was during one of these swims that the first shift happened. Thankfully, he was swimming far, far offshore and not close enough for other people to see.
It was, at first, a slight tingle in his lower back that he thought he would just swim off. The tingle spread and spread until there was a sudden, blunt shock to his ribs, as if he had been kicked. Then there came an almost ripping sensation under his jaw. He panicked and quickly went under, but once the pain reduced itself to a dull sting, he had sunk too far under to get back up to the surface on time. Needless to say, Tokiie thought he was going to die. It wasn’t till a few seconds later that he realized he was still breathing. Under the water.
What?
Then there was more prickling, but it was all over his body and right under his skin and again, he was becoming terrified. He suddenly couldn’t move his legs and his upper arms were beginning to become glued to his sided and this silvery stuff was growing out of his skin. Being able to suddenly breathe under water seemed normal compared to this. A few minutes passed and, when he finally regained some control and opened his eyes, he was seeing things differently. Underwater didn’t seem so blurry anymore, and the salt no longer stung his eyes. He could move his arms and legs, but they felt funny, and so did his back. Swimming forward, he felt his whole body move in a ripple. His arms brushed along the sandy bottom, and there was something hanging in front of his face. A pause, then everything clicked in his mind. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, he was a freaking fish.
It was strange to him, outworldly. However, he was oddly calm about the whole thing and he even felt a few pangs of excitement. His first memory as a sailfish was jetting up towards the surface and jumping through, high into the air, before landing smoothly back into the water. Excited and alive was what he felt. But all good things came to an end and as it got late, dragging on into the night, he began to worry about his parents. Swimming back to shore, it took an hour or two of practice before he got shifting back down pat, and then headed back to the hotel.
From that day, he swam even more often. It was great; life was great for the time being. During one of his beach outings, he met a boy a little older them himself. The boy called himself Lucifer, even though he was of Chinese Korean mixed descent. Every day they would bump into each other one way or another and soon became fast friends. But again, all good things had to come to an end. As they were leaving, he asked the boy for his full name and maybe a phone number or email so they can keep in contact. The boy only shook his head and said that his name was just Lucifer. Tokiie wanted to ask more, but he needed to leave and couldn’t. He had kept his shifting secret for the duration of the trip, but his parents seemed to be catching on.
Back at their little apartment in Nagoya, they confronted him with it. Tokiie told them what had happened, but they seemed more pleased then anything. They sat him down and explained to him everything; about the shifters and his special genetics and everything he needed to know. His mother had been a tiger shifter, his father an alligator. Farther back, his family was filled with these shifter genetics. Relief or disbelief, he had no idea what to feel. Again, it began to become apparent that Tokiie was becoming stressed. He was seeing all those little things in people again, how often they lied, how dark their thoughts seemed to be. He withdrew, little by little, until his parents decided it would be best to send him away. There was a school on an island where other shifters went, safe from humans, and so they sent him there when he turned sixteen. He didn’t want to go, he missed his home and parents and friends and just about everything.
There was a spark of hope when he got there. After four years, he met that boy he had befriended on the beach again. They caught up on each other and Tokiie told him just about everything. Oh yes, the young man was head over heels for Lucifer. But then again, Lucifer was nicknamed Lucifer for a reason, no? He turned Tokiie in circles, used him, abused him and threw him out like trash. Tokiie was heartbroken and became lethargic, closing himself off to his own emotions. He knew he was being blind to it. Why the hell hadn’t he seen all those little clues that would’ve saved him the heartbreak? Because Lucifer had used three little words that made him blind to it. “I love you” was all he needed to disarm Tokiie.
Since then, he had been in and out of people’s bedrooms, men and woman alike, but he still found absolutely nothing that would make him stop hurting. There were few willing to stick around for him. So, what is there left for him?
...connecting human to animal
For a while, Tokiie had to wonder why he was a sailfish, and not something else. The first few things that came to mind were their agility, flexibility and speed. Combined with their intelligence and cunning, they’re both pretty good at planning and launching sneak attacks with accuracy and swiftness. Their striking appearances are similar as well; flashy colours and strange looks abound. The both have that solitary, independent thing about them, standing alone until the breeding season comes around.
...literacy
"HEY!"
Hey... Hey... hey...
Oh how it echoed down here! Ichirou liked the echo, he liked the resounding emptiness of a voice that was repeated over and over until it was hollow and dry and dead. There was that quality about an echoed voice, the way it toned and trembled and repeated itself, that made the man nearly scream in delight. But, of course, he couldn't do that. That was quite an unseemly thing to do, especially for the alpha dog of the Nyx.
Never fear! Leader-sama is here!
Ichirou, the alpha dog, the head honcho, leader-sama, picked up a hollow metal rod lying around on the ground. Initial chaos had taken whatever order there was, and left nothing behind it seemed. Even the Fritch Railway Station had been torn apart and left in a state that made it look like a set from some horror movie. There was disgusting mildew and green and black moulds. Pools of stagnant water and flickering yellow lights. Look! There was even a reeking, broken-down train sitting amidst the rubble that holed up one side of the tunnel, and no doubt the bodies of whoever was caught inside. The stench had long gone, but the stale air hung and stuck to his clothes and hair. Pieces of this and whatever that used to be littered every possible surface of the area, festering and growing their own type of life.
"Come out, come out, whatever you are!"
BANG BANG BANG
The hollow metal rod made contact with the handrail multiple times, creating that ear-piercing shriek that most could only associate with car crashes and train wrecks. Ah, he liked the sound. It was loud and meaningless and meant to attract attention if there was anybody around. After a few more seconds of ear-splitting noise, he stopped and pulled the standard-issue gasmask over his face. He may have been careless and he may have been stubborn, but he was absolutely not a zombie and he didn't want to be one any time soon. The echoes of the metal-to-metal contact soon faded its sharp sound, leaving nothing but silence behind. Silence, and nothing else. Nothing answered it either.
"Alright Ry-baby, it's safe."
There was a scritchy-scratchy sound and the little stick of a boy came scrambling down the stairs and into the stale-air that was the Fritch Railway Station. Little Ry-baby then proceeded to attach himself to Ichirou's side like a leech, holding onto his baggy black shirt that still somehow managed to show off his tank muscles underneath.
Ichirou shoved the metal rod into a loop in his belt before petting the boy's strangely soft hair that lay in a straight but floppy mop on his head and over his eyes. He was like a little dog... Sort of. Actually, Ry-baby was better then a dog because he didn't shed or make a lot of noise or run into walls. The boy made himself useful by finding food and water and the likes, thanks to his second nature find-things-that-are-useful instinct from back in Cambodia.
Ichirou, Leader-sama, leaned over a bit and strapped the boy's gasmask on for him. He couldn't have his baby boy getting sick, now could he? With another pat on the head, he sent the little boy off and watched with mild interest as he scuttled through the ruins and rubble, finding whatever could be useful back at home base. He followed after him, keeping an eye on his baby at all times as he searched the dingy place for whatever. He would follow his baby because sometimes he got his clothes or hair snatched up on something and he would cry until somebody got him out, before resuming what he was doing as if nothing happened. There was, of course, the occasional time that a zombie would escape the initial face-bashing Ichirou dished out to make the immediate area 'Ry-safe'. Ah well, you can't always have it your way, despite whatever Burger King said.
Ah, those damn zombies better get off his lawn.
The man continued to watch his itty bitty baby scamper around the immediate area, oblivious to anything outside his direct range of vision. Ichirou took a smoke out of his pocket, lighting it in a swift motion and taking a big breath of the sweet fumes. Of course, he would never let his Ry-baby touch any of these; they were really bad for his lungs. Just because he was being stupid, doesn't mean anybody else had the permission to.
At least he had Ry still. Who knew where the others were? Jesus Christ on a bun, where were they? And by they, Leader-sama meant his bro, his two other little boys and his wacko adopted sister. He wasn't sure if Ry missed them very much, but he was sure the boy didn't miss Kou. It was a love-hate-hit-you-upside-the-head-with-an-Oxford sort of relationship. Ichirou had always found the need to intervene with something they were doing and... And...
And what the hell was Ry staring at a little ways down the tunnel?
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