Post by Tono Hiroshi on May 29, 2011 8:26:28 GMT -5
Tono, Hiroshi
(Seme)
★Back To The Basics★
Full Name:Tono Hiroshi
Age:25
Date of Birth:August 21st
Origin of Birth: Japan
Occupation: Novelist
Look Alike: Dino
★You Are Who You Are★
5 Likes:
- Liquor
- Chocolate
- Days without work
- A good read
- Teasing his editors
- Smoking
5 Dislikes:
- Rainy days
- Most greens
- Deadlines
- His family
- Being told what to do
3 Turn Ons:
- Cute responses
- Teasing
- Attention to small details
3 Turn Offs:
- Talking about his past
- Preaching
- Spineless people
Hobbies:
- Writing
- Mooching
- Relaxing at the café or park
Overall Personality:
A simple first impression could never even begin to define this strange person. Hiroshi is the type of guy you always see frequenting the same local bar or cafe, whether it’s empty or full, and you always wonder why he’s still in there even after it’s closed. A normal thought to have would be “the guy’s lonely”, but on a closer look, he looks more like he’s enjoying himself, so maybe there’s no need to worry about him after all. He is often hiding his true self, so it’s not easy to read him, especially if you don’t know the guy.
Then, when he’s not out drinking, he’s suddenly at the neighbor’s, yawning contently out the front door one sunny morning, or you hear someone mention seeing a “blonde guy” sleeping the day away at the city park. In other words, he’s quite the drifter, a reflection of his erratic train of thought. In general however, he’s very mellow – a bit too care-free for most people’s taste, but always popping out of a different house and making his outer-persona even more suspicious doesn’t help any– it’s easy to see he gets along easily with strangers though. And he’s always so damn happy –something must be wrong with him. But then, what does it take to cope with society? He’s surely figured it out, by the looks of it, but even so…Everyone has one problem or another. Seems the only way to wring it out of him is after a good long sake party. It also turns out he’s not as careless as he appears, seeing as he’s always managing to get himself out of a pinch with surprising perceptiveness. However, he is always doing things as if he were following a chain of whims and sometimes he can become quite headless. The only thing that seems consistent about him would be his writing career and his feelings toward it. You’ll probably never see him truly angered or know what he’s like since none who ever has seen him like that want to talk about it. But you’ll be surprised at how serious he can get, and quickly.
Hiroshi has an obvious dislike for his family, but this doesn’t seem to be the case with close friends. He’s an endearing person, easy to get close to, but hard to latch on. His friendship can be as rewarding as it is hurtful due to his bluntness.
★Fashion Forward Because Looks Matter★
Ht:6’1
Wt:140
Hair:Blonde, soft and doesn’t get messy easily except after a good long sleep. He keeps it cropped at neck-length and loose unless he’s writing, in which case he prefers it tied back.
Eyes: Gold-brown, rimmed by short lashes and bedroom-shaped. They become intensely sharp when he’s serious, but are otherwise soft and mellow.
Jewelery/Accessories: Thin, simple glasses for writing.
Scars/Blemishes: A sharp scar from a long cut by glass across the left hip bone.
Overall Physical Description:
He’s tall, with brown eyes bordering on gold and an almost golden blonde head–a signal beam for curious onlookers. People often mistake him for a foreigner and sometimes he goes along with it for convenience’s sake and to avoid the hassle of convincing them otherwise. Under the cover of clothes he looks rather on the slim side, but the truth is he has a lithe, but wiry frame, broad at the back, with big hands and long fingers. He’s pale, but get’s color easily under the sun. He also has good taste in clothes; often looking like he’s advertising them. Regardless, he’s never been seen underdressed for the occasion and he’s quite comfortable wearing traditional clothing as the occasion calls for (that it suits his appearance at all is another matter). He likes the regular blue jeans and hides his loose shirts beneath coats or jackets most of the time. He tends to avoid wearing closed shoes whenever it’s not cold outside.
★Reflections of The Past★
Mother: Tono Setsuna |deceased |Japanese/European|Lawyer
Father: Tono Yuuske| 50| Japanese| CEO of a Pharmaceutical Company
Siblings:
Brother:Tono Takahashi |28|Helps his father administrate/ director position
Brother:Tono Kaede |21|University Student
Pets: 4-year-old Cat, Lulu
Other Important People:
There is a main and a branch family, but only one other person of note to Hiroshi in the main.
Uncle:Tono Satori |52|Japanese|Financial Department head of a Publishing Company (not Marukawa)
One Notable Past Event:
Day of car accident, when he lost the memories of his childhood and gained a sudden, more passionate approach toward writing now that he’d been free from past burdens.
Overall History:
Hiroshi’s past, if he could remember all of it, is definitely one of those notoriously complicated ones. He was born to a lawyer –nice woman, very affectionate, but terribly afraid of his father –or rather, of how he’s become. By the time they met and fell in love, his father already had a child with him belonging to another woman, but she had responded positively to the matter and together, they decided to get married after she graduated from law school. Hiroshi was born quickly after and around the same time his father had taken over the CEO position at his family’s Pharmaceutical company business. His personality had instantly taken a change for the worst since then, according to what her mother used to tell Hiro on those especially gloomy, brooding days they were together at the hospital.
Hiroshi grew up not only under the pressure of his father’s expectations of as an heir to the business, but he was never actually recognized for any merits due to his older sibling. Being older, his brother already exhibited the traits and qualities of a great heir, quickly stealing all of his father’s attention and pride. Hiroshi was bothered by this, but he’d always been more of a detached child. His goal might not have been simply trying to please his father, but as son-father relationships often went, his father was a model person for him and he always tried his best to make his parents happy, noticed or not.
His mother also gave birth to a younger brother 4 years after him. And now the middle child, Hiro held the least attention in the family. He didn’t even try to befriend his new younger brother, already jealous of his new, higher position in his mother’s heart, the only person who was affectionate to him. After turning 11 years old, Hiro began to skip and abandon his responsibilities at the house and would quietly slip to his neighbor’s house to read his books–hidden of course. He made quick friends with the neighbor, or rather, the neighbor’s child took a quick liking to him and they met secretly all the time to tell stories and play together.
It was half a year after he turned 14. He and his mother had gone out for a drive –the usual preaching nonsense to a misbehaving child, except with a big role ahead of him. It had begun to rain and the day took a turn for the worst. There was an accident, as sudden as these things went, and his mother died in it. He survived and was hospitalized, later to find out the crash stole both his mother and his memories of her and the rest of his 14 years of life. It was devastating news, but oddly, Hiroshi felt…relieved. Like a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, though now he had no notion of what that was. He suddenly completely immersed himself in the literal world, writing day after day, unceasingly, while he recuperated at the hospital. It was then he met his uncle, Satori, who’d taken a sudden keen interest in him and was further encouraged toward the world of literature.
His family tried to once again readjust Hiroshi back into the household and reeducate him, but he suddenly developed a severe sense of independence and along with a mixture of forgotten, but still resonating feelings he bore toward his family, he himself chose not to let himself be sucked back into their pace. He went to law school with the help of his uncle and further used him to start his independent life. Hiroshi grew into a successful writer quickly after graduating and now carries a sporadic life along with it.
★Simply Put I'm Awesome★
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Age: 20
Email/IM:aim-Zanebeauty
RP Sample:
It was cold. The streets were caked with snow and the sky was colored the dull hue of winter. Dusk had settled with the speed of the increasing winter-deepening nights –it was freezing, god. Hiroshi’s body had begun to numb by the time he finally made it to his favorite café after trudging through the snow that had piled up from the previous day’s little storm. What made him want to walk on this relentlessly cold day to anywhere was just beyond his own understanding, but when he had a spurring idea, no matter how trivial, Hiroshi just couldn’t help yielding to it. It’s been like this since that accident years ago. Maybe he had some impulsive disorder that had not been mentioned to him before, or was not really noted at the time. It might just get him in deep trouble one of these days. Maybe he should get it checked…Or maybe not. His thoughts almost abruptly turned to mush as he stepped into the steamy warmth of the café and sighed contently. The heat that enveloped him made his cold body shiver before he shuffled his iced hair and dusted off a bit of snow from his coat.
The café was bulging with customers, of course. It was to be expected on such a day. He kept his scarf wrapped around his face as a precaution this time, already spotting some glances thrown in his direction as he made his way to one of the few corner tables left empty. ”Will you be having the usual, Sir?” A young waiter approached him. The boy knew Hiroshi already. He was no stranger to Hiroshi either. Miwasaki Toshirou. He always thought that tone of formality never suited him. ”As big a cup you can find.” He mumbled into his scarf while taking off his gloves and getting comfortable. Toshirou complied obediently and returned with the warm cup and a hot pot of nabe. Hiroshi loosened the scarf and got a warm sip down his throat, feeling the effects melt his insides immediately. The waiter then just as quietly slipped back to the busy stream of the night. He might just stay until his shift was over though, Hiroshi thought warmly after a glancing at his receding steps before his gaze was set elsewhere.
Coming here at this sort of hour, under the bitter bite of cold, did he take into account the fact that he’d bump into a known face before going out before, Hiroshi wondered? He didn’t feel especially social today, yet he wound up at such a frequented place as a café in the middle of a cold evening, where chances that someone familiar would coincidentally drop by were high. Why did he do that? Worse off, thinking back at the reasons that would be strong enough to pull him out of the warm house he had been in before coming, he chuckled, realizing that just going for a walk wasn’t a noteworthy reason at all. Perhaps he wanted to meet someone he knew after all. It’s been days just staying around with newly met acquaintances. He thought hearing a familiar voice would lift up his spirits. Or at least make him warm, like the nabe.
