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Player
Name: Cassie
Livejournal Username: tokyocentricity
E-mail: tokyocentricity@gmail
AIM/MSN: tokyocentricity // AIM
Timezone: CST
Current Characters in Route: Sebastian Michaelis (Kuroshitsuji); Quistis Trepe (FFVIII)
Character
Name: Niou Masaharu
Series: Prince of Tennis
Timeline: Post-Nationals.
Canon Resource Links: Wiki!
Affiliation: Rocket! 8D
Personality: The most important thing to know about Niou is that what you see is by no means what you get. Niou is full of secrets and contradictions, and goes to great lengths to lie to, bewilder, confuse and hide himself from people.
On the outside, he's social, upbeat and witty with an off-beat, razor-sharp and occasionally childish sense of humour. He talks readily and at length, though not always politely, appropriately or even sensically. Everything is a joke, every moment a potential opening for some clever retort. He takes nothing too seriously, least of all himself, and he's always seeking attention in the worst ways. No sooner is one prank over than Niou's looking for the next bad decision to be made for amusement's sake.
Beneath that - and this is a part of Niou that few people are aware of or ever exposed to - Niou is highly intelligent, observant and analytical. He misses nothing, and he's always ten or twenty steps ahead of the next guy. All of his bad decisions are made with full understanding of the repercussions; he rarely acts or speaks before he thinks. Since so few people really know him, he sees himself as being essentially alone, and most of the people who consider themselves his friends are the people he considers acquaintances.
Strengths: Niou is a mathematical genius, a talent that he often applies for his own amusement - this knack for logic shines through in hobbies like speedsolving Rubik's cubes (and other puzzle cubes) and solving advanced sudoku puzzles. He's a master of disguise, able to imitate other people's body language, speech patterns, and even voices (another talent ill-applied). Over the years, he's also taught himself a number of card tricks and sleight-of-hand tricks; he's ambidextrous and has very nimble fingers, which assist him in pickpocketing, lockpicking, one-handed cube solving and cheating at numerous card games. (He's also a notorious card counter.)
Weaknesses: Kittens and cats. Niou has a marked weakness for felines. He detests going to the dentist (he'll put it off for days or weeks or months, if he can, regardless of tooth pain), and cannot cook or sing to save his life, not that it stops him from trying to do either. He's terrible at emotional confrontations; they make him uncomfortable, and he has trouble connecting with people on an emotional level. This sufficiently isolates him in a lot of respects, resulting in occasional bouts of low self-esteem and frustration.
Pokemon
Starter: Ditto, 'Sugar.'
Password: Deviled eggs! (In my family, we call them 'developed eggs,' because one of my cousins used to call them that when he was little. I actually grew up thinking they were called 'developed eggs,' up until I was, like... ten or eleven. xD;)
Samples
(Please note that both samples must take place in Route_29’s setting.)
First Person Sample: [ The audio clicks on to the sound of birds chirping and snow crunching. A bird chirps alarmingly close to the 'gear, followed by a young man's voice, mid-pitched with a lazy sort of drawl to it. ]
Talk about a change of pace. Guess I'm not complainin', though. I've got a friggin' Ditto. And this doesn't look like some dinky little hometown like Pallet or whatever, so we're off to a good start. And I have a Ditto.
... I swear to God, though, if I see that dumbass Rattata kid, I'm kickin' his ass. I'm not even kiddin'.
Did I mention the pimp-ass Ditto? Shit.
Third Person Sample: Niou awoke with a start and the unsettling feeling that he'd slept for far too long. Shit. What time was it?
Not only was there no clock on his bedside table, but there was no bedside table for the clock to be on, and this wasn't even his room. He scrambled out of bed, almost tripping on the sheets ensnaring his feet.
It wasn't a very big room, and there it was nearly barren. When he glanced around, though, his eyes caught on a nostalgically familiar red-and-white ball, balanced on top of some device on the desk.
"Is that a fucking Pokéball?" His voice echoed slightly off the bare walls.
Approaching the desk, he picked up the ball and then the device beneath it. This felt like one of those Escape the Room flash games he liked to waste time on at three in the morning. Maybe if he clicked around enough, he could find some clues as to what was going on.
And hopefully, the door wasn't locked.
It wasn't. There was a backpack on the bed, and a note nearby that looked a hell of a lot like a form letter with a photocopied signature on it. It also had a giant red R on the stationery.
Seriously? Team Rocket? This had to be some crazy-ass prank, except... who the hell would think up a prank like this? He would, that's who.
The note said to change into his uniform. Sure, Niou could play along. He changed clothes, stuffing his other ones in the bag, then grabbed the Pokéball and the device, shouldered the backpack and went to stick his head out the door. The hall was empty, but he followed it until he found stairs, which led up into a shop of some sort. The man there didn't even look twice at him.
Outside the shop was fresh air and snow, and some fat guy who tried to sell him something called a Rage Candy Bar. Niou lifted one when he wasn't looking. It tasted like manju.
Finally overcome by curiosity (and somewhat mollified that it wasn't going to explode or anything), Niou decided to toss the Pokéball.
When the light faded, an amorphous purple blob gelled itself around to look at him, blinking tiny dot eyes.
"Dit?"
Niou stared.
"No fucking way."
Name: Cassie
Livejournal Username: tokyocentricity
E-mail: tokyocentricity@gmail
AIM/MSN: tokyocentricity // AIM
Timezone: CST
Current Characters in Route: Sebastian Michaelis (Kuroshitsuji); Quistis Trepe (FFVIII)
Character
Name: Niou Masaharu
Series: Prince of Tennis
Timeline: Post-Nationals.
Canon Resource Links: Wiki!
Affiliation: Rocket! 8D
Personality: The most important thing to know about Niou is that what you see is by no means what you get. Niou is full of secrets and contradictions, and goes to great lengths to lie to, bewilder, confuse and hide himself from people.
On the outside, he's social, upbeat and witty with an off-beat, razor-sharp and occasionally childish sense of humour. He talks readily and at length, though not always politely, appropriately or even sensically. Everything is a joke, every moment a potential opening for some clever retort. He takes nothing too seriously, least of all himself, and he's always seeking attention in the worst ways. No sooner is one prank over than Niou's looking for the next bad decision to be made for amusement's sake.
Beneath that - and this is a part of Niou that few people are aware of or ever exposed to - Niou is highly intelligent, observant and analytical. He misses nothing, and he's always ten or twenty steps ahead of the next guy. All of his bad decisions are made with full understanding of the repercussions; he rarely acts or speaks before he thinks. Since so few people really know him, he sees himself as being essentially alone, and most of the people who consider themselves his friends are the people he considers acquaintances.
Strengths: Niou is a mathematical genius, a talent that he often applies for his own amusement - this knack for logic shines through in hobbies like speedsolving Rubik's cubes (and other puzzle cubes) and solving advanced sudoku puzzles. He's a master of disguise, able to imitate other people's body language, speech patterns, and even voices (another talent ill-applied). Over the years, he's also taught himself a number of card tricks and sleight-of-hand tricks; he's ambidextrous and has very nimble fingers, which assist him in pickpocketing, lockpicking, one-handed cube solving and cheating at numerous card games. (He's also a notorious card counter.)
Weaknesses: Kittens and cats. Niou has a marked weakness for felines. He detests going to the dentist (he'll put it off for days or weeks or months, if he can, regardless of tooth pain), and cannot cook or sing to save his life, not that it stops him from trying to do either. He's terrible at emotional confrontations; they make him uncomfortable, and he has trouble connecting with people on an emotional level. This sufficiently isolates him in a lot of respects, resulting in occasional bouts of low self-esteem and frustration.
Pokemon
Starter: Ditto, 'Sugar.'
Password: Deviled eggs! (In my family, we call them 'developed eggs,' because one of my cousins used to call them that when he was little. I actually grew up thinking they were called 'developed eggs,' up until I was, like... ten or eleven. xD;)
Samples
(Please note that both samples must take place in Route_29’s setting.)
First Person Sample: [ The audio clicks on to the sound of birds chirping and snow crunching. A bird chirps alarmingly close to the 'gear, followed by a young man's voice, mid-pitched with a lazy sort of drawl to it. ]
Talk about a change of pace. Guess I'm not complainin', though. I've got a friggin' Ditto. And this doesn't look like some dinky little hometown like Pallet or whatever, so we're off to a good start. And I have a Ditto.
... I swear to God, though, if I see that dumbass Rattata kid, I'm kickin' his ass. I'm not even kiddin'.
Did I mention the pimp-ass Ditto? Shit.
Third Person Sample: Niou awoke with a start and the unsettling feeling that he'd slept for far too long. Shit. What time was it?
Not only was there no clock on his bedside table, but there was no bedside table for the clock to be on, and this wasn't even his room. He scrambled out of bed, almost tripping on the sheets ensnaring his feet.
It wasn't a very big room, and there it was nearly barren. When he glanced around, though, his eyes caught on a nostalgically familiar red-and-white ball, balanced on top of some device on the desk.
"Is that a fucking Pokéball?" His voice echoed slightly off the bare walls.
Approaching the desk, he picked up the ball and then the device beneath it. This felt like one of those Escape the Room flash games he liked to waste time on at three in the morning. Maybe if he clicked around enough, he could find some clues as to what was going on.
And hopefully, the door wasn't locked.
It wasn't. There was a backpack on the bed, and a note nearby that looked a hell of a lot like a form letter with a photocopied signature on it. It also had a giant red R on the stationery.
Seriously? Team Rocket? This had to be some crazy-ass prank, except... who the hell would think up a prank like this? He would, that's who.
The note said to change into his uniform. Sure, Niou could play along. He changed clothes, stuffing his other ones in the bag, then grabbed the Pokéball and the device, shouldered the backpack and went to stick his head out the door. The hall was empty, but he followed it until he found stairs, which led up into a shop of some sort. The man there didn't even look twice at him.
Outside the shop was fresh air and snow, and some fat guy who tried to sell him something called a Rage Candy Bar. Niou lifted one when he wasn't looking. It tasted like manju.
Finally overcome by curiosity (and somewhat mollified that it wasn't going to explode or anything), Niou decided to toss the Pokéball.
When the light faded, an amorphous purple blob gelled itself around to look at him, blinking tiny dot eyes.
"Dit?"
Niou stared.
"No fucking way."