Akira Umehara - Enigma

[creeper]

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #30307E; color: #8C8CB8] Name: Akira Umehara, but don’t expect to find that out right away. Nickname: Lots. The most common ones happening to be “Creeper” and “Hentai”. Sex: Male Birthdate: June 20th Age:: Sixteen Nationality: 100% Japanese True Name: Enigma True Name Location Across his shoulder blades. Type: Sacrifice Affiliaton: Unaffiliated Height: 5’2 Weight: 110 lbs. Hair: Akira’s natural hair is thick, black and cut so that it’s short in the back and long in the front. It’s often neatly gelled to flip up in an imitation of the popular American hairstyle. However, he often wears wigs and sometimes cuts his hair at a moments notice. Eyes: Almond-shaped and a bright hazel naturally. But, he hates his eye colour because it’s “boring” and often wears varying shades of coloured contacts, mainly blue. Outfit: When he’s “himself” he dresses very simply and casually. Usually in a anime associated or brand t-shirt, jeans and his obnoxiously bright green high-tops. However, when not being “himself” Akira wears anything from the frilliest of Lolita to the worst torn up rags. There is one thing and only one thing he refuses to wear: Sweater-vest. -and that’s more of a running joke between him and a friend then anything else. Ears: Naturally, this little pervert still has his ears and tail. He’s a Japanese bob-tail with black and white patterns. Sexual Orientation: Bisexual. He's mentioned his preference is for women, but in practice that isn't really the case...

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[atrb=style, font-family: bookmanantique; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #30307E; color: #8C8CB8] Personality: As Akira once said, he’s rarely ever “himself“. After years of a steady rhetoric of “You’re annoying.” and “I hate you.” from his peers and a good majority of his family, Akira's become quite convinced he is an entirely unlikeable person on his own and if he'll never be accepted by society, then he might as well have fun being someone else. Akira creates multiple "characters" in his head, or borrows characters from anime, history or occasionally books and pretends to be them. He views these "characters" as seprate from himself, but humans in their own right who live through him. He is very emotionally attached to many of these characters and the loss or injury of them is near heartbreaking. Any and all attempts to diagnose him with a personality disorder has failed thanks to his refusal to talk about the complex relationship. He doesn't have an offical diagnosis, but the school board has offically written him up as a "mentally unstable" student and a"possible threat to the well-being of others". When not “in character”, Akira presents himself as a cheerful young man who doesn't care about what people think of him, but it still fairly polite and generally friendly. He's very open about his various "unacceptable" indulgences. He is a self proclaimed otaku, former-hikikomori and just about anything under the sun you'd except would make the neighbours lock their doors and mother's weep. But, the longer you know Akira the more painfully obvious this cheerfulness is mainly a facade. Underneath all the posturing and theatrics, the real Akira is a fairly mature young man who desperately craves positive attention and acceptance. He knows that a lot of the things he does is unhealthy, rude and that he can reel in his more quirky personality traits without sacrificing his individuality, but he's not exactly sure how to stop. He's just crusing on his current lifestyle waiting for the inevitable crash. History: Akira was born on a humid and rather stuffy June 20th in Hokkaido. He was the second child, sole son and heir of his upper-class family. His parents had always been in an unhappy arranged marriage and while it never directly hurt Akira or his older sister, it didn't do anything to help him feel stable. His mother was the daughter of a war vetern turned famous traditional artist, who later became an artist herself and his father was a conservative nationalist who had entered into politics. Akira's Father expected him to follow in his footsteps and become a politician, but Akira - much like his free spirit mother- found his Father's strict guidelines and do-or-die approach to life stifling and often hung around his Mother who encouraged his passion for acting and childish antics. Feeling betrayed, Akira's Father began to favour Akira's pragmatic older sister. In public the family was a well put together and comforting image of a family with morals and a traditional pride. But, in reality the family was split into two. Akira's parents using gifts and compliments to win each child over to "their side". Then one day, Akira gave up. Tossing all the lies of the past years out the window. Akira began simply speaking his mind everywhere. He "enjoyed anime", he liked and collected gundam, he hated "gakuren because they were itchy but sailor uniforms could be hot!". The media was shocked! what in the world could have caused such a polite boy to turn into a perverted otaku shut-in? Papers poured out, all wild mass guessing at the truth behind the Umehara family. His Father disowned him and named Akira's sister as his heir. It was announced that he was mentally ill and that he would be living with his Uncle on his Mother's side to "recover" in Tokyo. Out of sight and out of mind for the people in Hokkaido and not a big enough celebrity or scandal to make waves in Tokyo. Akira couldn't have been happier. Akira had always gotten along with his quirky Uncle, who didn't mind in the least his eccentric behaviour - and why would he? He was a VN producer- and soon quickly adapted to the landscape of Tokyo. He dropped everything from his old life, from clothing to his Hokkaido accent. but, despite the change in scenery his situation didn't really become any better. Despite acceptance from his Uncle, he still had issues interacting with kids his own age and craved the feeling of "fitting in". But, that was impossible if he was himself, right? So, he started dressing up as someone else. It started off small, with him just wearing a baseball cap and faking an Osaka accent. But, as he found people respond to this character, Akira became even more bold and more creative. Eventually the characters took a life on their own and became like seperate idenities from himself. To the point where even he began to think they were different people from himself. After all, how could he be popular? So, life continued this way; Akira dressed up as different people each day and swapping one personality for the next. Until something strange happened. He noticed the words "Enigma" appear on his back while he was looking in the mirror and shortly after this, he ran into a green-haired boy at a bus station who he felt like he had known his entire life. Feeling an unsettling sort of excitment, Akira put on a deer-stalker hat and settled into the roll of detective. Trying to figure out the source of the name, since he was quite sure it wasn't his own doing. Nothing has come up, but he has a feeling he'll find out soon. RP Sample: While his face maintained an expression of mild terror, his mind raced. Now that his more indulgent observations were done he was pure business; anyone could be potentially dangerous this woman included. From the way she spoke and stood he assumed she had some sort of background that put her in a position of power. Perhaps a military family or a member of student council? Whatever the case, it was clear that despite her small stature ( -and she was small, Akira rarely found people who managed to dwarf him as 5’2) she thought of herself as powerful and was used to command. When he finally allowed himself to look in her eyes, Akira noticed the mild bit of annoyance that was revealed ever so subtlety by the twitching and slight furrow of her brows. That was another thing of note: she was fairly skilled at hiding her emotions. Not nearly at his level but quite good for an ordinary person…if she actually was ordinary. After hearing her request, he gave a short and jerky bow and then closed the door gingerly behind him. Dragging his cleaning supplies back to the front desk, Akira wandered into the staff area to make the tea. As the hot water boiled, he sat himself down on a worn down chair and drummed his fingers on the break table. The girl in the booth had peaked his interest, but it would come off as incredibly weird to just strike up a conversation with someone. As he was thinking, one of his other co-workers - a woman in her twenties with died blue hair and more piercing then you could count- walked in and plunked herself down in the other worn down chair at the table. Without missing a beat, the woman shoved a cigarette in her mouth and lit up with an lighter adorned with skulls and severed limbs. Her name was Umeko and oddly enough was one of the few older woman Akira had never had an infatuation for. He assumed it was probably the way she always talked to him as a junior despite his great dislike of it. She had even introduced him to her girlfriend as the “little brother she never had”. ”Slow night, eh? Umeko said, breaking the silence removing the cigarette from her mouth and letting the smell of ash and cinnamon fill the break room. Slipping back in his old persona, Akira gave a jittery nod and shot a nervous glance at the kettle to see that the water was almost boiled. Then it hit him. ”U-um, Umeko-san, could you do me a favour?” ”Sure. Whaddya need?” ” Would you mind locking room 202 in about…fi-five minutes?” With the tea in hand and his plan in motion, Akira strolled down the hallway with the tea balanced carefully on a saucer and gingerly opened the door. If he had timed it right Umeko would be here any second to- CLICK. The sound of a key turning behind him finished his sentence for him. Akira quickly jumped up and made a show of trying to unlock the door for a few minutes before turning to face his patron with a terrified expression. ”T-they locked it…” he said.

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[/li][li]Faceclaim: [b]HOMESTUCK[/b] - [i]John Egbert[/i] - AKIRA UMEHARA
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FINALLY! And now Takumi has his trolling buddy to terrorize the innocents with. The world shall never be the same.