Yuugiri Kashi

MEMBER

Heeom is one of the newer members to Fate's Lament as she wasn't from the previous site of Hopeless Curse. She has easily established herself as a regular face in our little community, however. This girl is just amazing. She manages to put up with out general insanity and even if there isn't a reply for her to work on all the time, she sticks around. We're glad and extremely lucky to have her here.

FIGHTER

Shizuka Mori

Shizuki is definitely one of those people you can't help but want to hug, although she may punch you for it. She's been through so much in her life already and continues to deal with the emotional scars left behind as well as trying to control her womanizing sacrifice. Her own scars are hard to deal with, but as long as she and her sacrifice remain close...they just might be able to leave the past in the past where it can't do them harm.

SACRIFICE

Minoru Kawaguchi

Minoru is quickly becoming a favorite of many here. And how could he not be a favorite? He's adorable, wants nothing more than for his Fighter to be as he was before "The Doctor" came around and he truly matches his name of 'Lament.' Being locked up for most of your life is definitely something to lament over, right? He wants to help his other half no matter what, even if it means putting him through emotional turmoil to do so.

UNIT

Lament

The way the Lament unit interacts is something that not many of the other units can boast of. Yoshiro is like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde - and both love Minoru to the point of obsession. Minoru just wants Yoshiro and not "Doctor Demento" and will go to any length to try to help his Fighter. These two are definitely a unit to watch out for - or at least the Fighter is since he keeps his Sacrifice locked up.

Fate's Lament is a concept based off of the manga and anime series Loveless by Yun Kouga. The plot belongs to Risa. The skin and graphics were designed by Chama, with use of a lovely background from Kabegami E-Tank. Codes belong to their rightful owners, of course, and were all found on Proboards Support. The GIF affiliate banner is credited to Gemini. All images used are from Zerochan, with modifications as needed. And of course, all characters and writing are property of the players here.

Yuugiri Kashi Sept 21, 2012 13:40:58 GMT -5

Post by Yuugiri Kashi on Sept 21, 2012 13:40:58 GMT -5

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YUUGIRI, KASHI

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" I'll write you as a friend, dear friend, I fear the end is coming soon, to you it's not so clear, it's clear to me, it's clear as glass "

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Name: Yuugiri Kashi
Nickname: N/A
Sex: Male
Birthdate: August twenty-fourth
Age:: Nineteen
Nationality: Japanese
True Name: Altiloquence (Lofty speech; pompous language)
True Name Location: Placed vertically along the spine
Type: Sacrifice
Affiliaton: Septimal Moon
Height: Five foot three inches
Weight: One hundred and eighteen pounds
Hair: Usually ridden with uncombed bedhead his ink black hair falls in frizzy waves around his face, and occasionally falls into his eyes, pinned back with tiny bobby pins so he can do his work.
Eyes: Green and rather small for his face shape. Symmetrical but usually narrow looking with heavy eyelids from lack of sleep.
Outfit: His clothing is very plain in appearance. Usually he has on some sort of sweater in the winter, monochromatic in color. His dresser is filled with plenty of different pairs of pants, cords, denim, mostly black or bleached out and destroyed, tailored to a cigarette pant style fit. A varying rack of shoes and boots fill up the back of his closet, some cleaned up well for formal occasions and other doc martens ruined with dirt and dust filled scratches. A few long coats dangle from hangers, lined in furs, pockets holding small gloves tucked inside the lengthy pockets.
Ears: No
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

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Personality: Let's go ahead and start with the negatives, shall we?

Overcritical - Even when he wasn't the most focused of students he became incredibly hard on himself. Whether it was based on his appearance, social clique or grades he takes a lot of blame upon himself, even when not needed. Overall, he can talk a good game, but that doesn't cover the internal feelings. He's very much akin to his father in this sense, and could easily lead to his own untimely demise.  

Shallow - As overcritical as he is, he's not one to dig deeper while examining someone else. If they have a pretty face, they're good enough for him. Behavior can either be a plus or minus, forget having anything in common.  

Impulsive - He makes decisions quick, but that doesn't make them the best choices possible. Regret tends to plague his quicker, almost thoughtless decisions.  

Detached - His social life is a bit, lack luster. He isn't one to easily attach himself to people especially after being less than close with his family. Money defined his earlier relationships, and now he busies himself with bland inner business workings. Patience is a requirement in order to open his eyes to new possibilities.

Stingy - Despite having a large sum of inheritance money to live off of, he's very stingy and unnecessarily frugal. He doesn't generally have a sense of charity about him, and is a sort of scrooge for his business.

And now for some seemingly better qualities...  

Resourceful - He'll find a way to work around something, even if he comes off as slightly conniving and sneaky. Since passing on plenty of work to other leaders in his business, he knows who to contact, and what to do to get his way.

Self-Disciplined - A double edged sword for him. Already incredibly critical on his own simple existence, he forces even the most difficult of situations onto himself with a certain amount of discipline to succeed. This is of course, in part, what keeps his pockets lined. He'll work hard on his own time, even if he really doesn't want to.

Neat - You could eat off of his floor. If he hasn't taken some down time to go ahead and loaf around he'll be making sure all of his things are in order. Socks in the upper drawer, rolled up, underwear folded, carpet vacuumed and so on.  

Adaptable - Having moved between Europe and Japan from a young age this is nearly self-explanatory. Change isn't something that's bothered him and in leaving Amsterdam for Japan he's nearly brought it upon himself. Money allows for some pampering of course, but he believes he'd be alright without it. 

Straight-forward - He's always been well prioritized, whether or not his priorities were well, plausible is still debated. He does things in the quickest way possible, and expects others to do the same. Stemming from work he's developed a sense of honestly, occasionally to honest with employees. Another quality gained from his father.
History: Yuugiri was born to a rich Japanese family. Born into the wealth of the family run business of home furnishings they moved to Amsterdam not long before Yuugiri began attending primary school at The International School in Amsterdam. His parents fought progressively more over the control of their business after the move, and as such the greed began to split them apart. His father seemingly suffered under immense pressure to successfully bring in the same large sums of money whilst living overseas. All the while, his mother became a hound for the cash, taking and using at her own pleasure. Beneath the surface, his father stored away money secretly from his wife for his planned tragedy. Previously a loud, demanding and outspoken man was cracking. At the ripe age of 12, Yuugiri discovered his father committed suicide, hanging from the shower head in their bathroom. To say he was terribly shocked and devastated would be a lie.   Now he would overtake the business as soon as he was eighteen.

However, he had time to kill. Contrary to his now strict and nearly-ocd work ethic he let loose for his high school years. His true name had been revealed along his spine, appearing scrawled out in scratchy but distinct script writing; Altiloquence. His now deceased father's personality would rub off on him, later. Confidence took control of most of his actions, he grew into a chain smoker, and rejected studies. Money still flowed through his veins, enabling him to bribe professors into padding his high school grades as he continued his late night drinking party escapades. He spent little time searching for his Fighter unit, doubting their presence in the drunkard filled city of Amsterdam.

Upon his eighteenth birthday his families business was passed onto him. His greedy mother fumed with jealousy, completely cut from his father's will, which in turn, left Yuugiri very smug. She no longer had any connections to the business and he took over officially after his graduation. Beginning his work, his mother threw them out of their then lavish Amsterdam apartment, overtaken by sheer rage. He moved back to Japan, restarting in the heart of Osaka. After handing off a small portion of the business work to thick-skulled employees he began to look for his Fighter again, though still thoroughly engrained into making sure his money did not escape him.
RP Sample:
(Old sample from a separate website.)

The car ride dragged on the longer he sat still. Blue eyes were averted towards the light gray roadway, yellow lines passing by in streaks. Riley’s head laid against the back of the chair, feet pulled as close as possible to him. One freckled palm slipped upwards towards his ear, cupping it for a moment.

Eventually this feeling of blank, silent sort of edging void would fade out. It would fill, with something new, loud, unknown. He pulled his hand away from the skin tracing his ears, turning within his chair to Axel.

His eyes were wide as he watched his husband pulling the somewhat resistant car into a parking lot filled with dipping pot holes and faded out parking spots. The car came to a somewhat jerky stop, parked mostly within cracked paint lines, though partially crooked. Riley’s lips cracked into a half smile.

He bent over quickly to pick up the miniature notepad set on the dashboard in front of, tiny pen pinned on it. He scribbled quickly, sliding it into Axel’s lap. He looked up, then glanced at the notepad again, hands wrung together just slightly. I’m scared.

There were so many things that could go wrong, and he knew that. This could’ve all been for nothing, a waste of time, a waste of money, so much faded and gone away. The car door swung open slowly, almost lifelessly, and he stepped out. The breeze threatened to nip at his partially covered feet as he took slightly broad steps to catch up to Axel.

The glass doors slid open when they stepped upon the mat, warm air rushing out to make his cheeks flush as he clung to Axel’s arm. The walls were the atypical dull white, dotted with faded reprints of old beachy paintings. Old chairs remained slightly beaten around the legs, cheesy outdated magazines were scattered around the tables in the waiting room.

One leg was crossed over the other and he leaned against Axel, watching him flip through emails on his cell phone. Nervously, he studied the ink spread out along Axel’s skin as his mind ran. The clock ticked and bit by bit, making him grow anxious. He stared at the sprayed white doorway, waiting for some sign for him to be able to follow Axel into the back, and have everything change.

His eyes sank to the floor, studying the pattern of deep blue checkers on the carpet. Playing endlessly with tin strands of black hair he caught a glance of a figure in the doorway, his arm tapped, nearly tugged gently along by his husband, down through the white washed hall way, into a small office.

He was asked to sit again, looking awkwardly at the doctor, watching her talk as Axel scribbled the words down on a notepad, handing it to him as quickly as he could. He took the beaten paper, stared at it, and then back up, back down again, and then nodded.

One bare hand found his way around his neck, and he rubbed at it carefully, fingers digging into soft flesh for a moment.

There was a beeping, something was actually beeping! He paused, covering his mouth, unsure what to do. The shapely woman motioned towards a chart and he pointed to a bar, the sound dropped, fading to a less obnoxious level. His eyes shot for Axel’s staring at him, biting at his lips. The doctor spoke up, making hardly any sense to him, there was another paper tossed into his lap, and he nodded. “Can you hear me?” she asked, looking at him with a questioning glance. Stuttering, stumbling over the word, he forced it out in a half mumbled tone of voice.

“Y-yes.”

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Your Name: Heeom
Timezone

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[/li][li]Faceclaim: [b]HYOUKA[/b] - [i]hōtarō oreki[/i] - YUUGIRI KASHI
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Post by Yuugiri Kashi on Sept 21, 2012 13:40:58 GMT -5

Post by Neroshii on Sept 22, 2012 12:10:20 GMT -5