OOC: Application
OOC
alias: Drae
timezone: CEST (UTC+2 - Paris)
chat:
Y!M: superfactorielle@yahoo.com
AIM: factoriellen
character journal: used_to_it
IC
name: Izumi Kousuke
age: 15
position & team: Centerfield/third base, Nishiura
koushien dream email: izumi.k@koushiendream.net
history:
Born the second son of a woman who wanted only daughters, Izumi took up baseball with the quiet desperation of a boy who knows that it's either that or flower arrangement. Despite his father's attempts to make the game 'more interesting' by changing the rules every time they played catch, Izumi managed to learn to play properly, and found himself genuinely interested in the sport: enough to put himself through the extra training of switch-hitting in order to give himself an edge over the many other kids in his grade school baseball club.
With a mother whose feet are planted firmly on the ground and a father with his head forever in the clouds, Izumi is still amazed that they've managed to maintain a loving marriage for over twenty years. He himself dated the two girls who confessed to him in middle school, but both ended up breaking up with him because he didn't seem to care for them at all, which didn't exactly break his heart.
He works hard enough at school not to get in trouble with his teachers or parents, but most of his energy remains dedicated to baseball.
personality:
Izumi takes after his mother, in that he is terminally pragmatic. He is, globally speaking, two thirds of the way through the serenity prayer: he has the serenity to accept the things he can't change and the courage to change the things he can, but the wisdom to know the difference is not quite there yet. He tries to get better at that part by observing the world around him with great attention. He is, consequently, capable of reassessing a situation quickly, and putting his decisions and beliefs in question if need be.
Another consequence of his practicality is that if something needs to be done, he'll do it. He used to be rather eager about it, but after becoming the de facto errand boy for his team in middle school ('oh it's fine, Kousuke will do it'), he isn't eager for anyone else to find that out about him. These days, he'll always wait to see if someone else steps up before taking charge.
He's both a little envious of people who can be whimsical and damn consequences, and easily irritated by those who don't seem able to behave sensibly and cause trouble for other people.
strengths & weaknesses:
Izumi is sensible and reliable, basically someone you'd want with you when stranded on a desert island.
He's a sensible voice when advice is needed, but not so much a shoulder to cry on.
Since he usually accepts things as they are, he can appear not to give a damn about much of anything, even when that is emphatically not the case. he does, however, tend to repress strong emotions, which he finds especially unproductive.
His mother will also point out that no matter what he may appear like outside, her youngest is a right slob at home.
SAMPLES
-first person-
(Private) So, social networking is the Thing of the Future and I absolutely need an account because 'high school won't last' and 'baseball isn't forever' and 'it's important to extend your social circle beyond your comfort zone'.
Note: stay away from dad when he's reading articles about teenagers and technology. Or burn the articles, whichever is easiest. Banking on him leaving it alone if I tell him I am in a social network, even if it's a baseball one.
(Public) Did coach even approve this?
-third person-
It was a dream. Somehow, Izumi always knew it was a dream, just like the one with the giant bird-lion. For this one, it was because from one instant to the next he could find himself swung elsewhere on the field, to see the action unfold from a completely different vantage point. Over the months, he'd visited most positions: home plate, batter's box, second base, right field. He'd been the catcher and the runner poised on first and the batter and the shortstop, and even once in some kind of overhead position, always watching the game. Everything except the mound, because the moment he even thought of looking at the pitcher--
He found himself back in the dugout, watching the windup with the quiet pride of knowing that this pitch would retire the side-- and woke up disoriented, heart beating wildly, and for a terrible moment convinced that if he could just go back, shout out a warning, the nondescript pitcher would stop, not throw that ball, save his arm.
By the time he was awake enough to check the time (five forty seven this time, too late to fall back asleep), Izumi always remembered that it had been sealed long before that last pitch. Plus, the fact that it was all a dream in the first place made it unlikely that a warning would serve any form of purpose. Still, it might have made him feel a little bit better.
He got up, of course -staying in bed at this point was never a good idea. Got up, got dressed, went to the kitchen to take a gulp of the lukewarm tea from the thermos his mother prepared every night without fail, and grabbed a bat from the stand on his way to the yard. The sun was rising early enough these days that he didn't need to turn on the outside lights anymore: for him, it was the most significant sign that summer was coming.
alias: Drae
timezone: CEST (UTC+2 - Paris)
chat:
Y!M: superfactorielle@yahoo.com
AIM: factoriellen
character journal: used_to_it
IC
name: Izumi Kousuke
age: 15
position & team: Centerfield/third base, Nishiura
koushien dream email: izumi.k@koushiendream.net
history:
Born the second son of a woman who wanted only daughters, Izumi took up baseball with the quiet desperation of a boy who knows that it's either that or flower arrangement. Despite his father's attempts to make the game 'more interesting' by changing the rules every time they played catch, Izumi managed to learn to play properly, and found himself genuinely interested in the sport: enough to put himself through the extra training of switch-hitting in order to give himself an edge over the many other kids in his grade school baseball club.
With a mother whose feet are planted firmly on the ground and a father with his head forever in the clouds, Izumi is still amazed that they've managed to maintain a loving marriage for over twenty years. He himself dated the two girls who confessed to him in middle school, but both ended up breaking up with him because he didn't seem to care for them at all, which didn't exactly break his heart.
He works hard enough at school not to get in trouble with his teachers or parents, but most of his energy remains dedicated to baseball.
personality:
Izumi takes after his mother, in that he is terminally pragmatic. He is, globally speaking, two thirds of the way through the serenity prayer: he has the serenity to accept the things he can't change and the courage to change the things he can, but the wisdom to know the difference is not quite there yet. He tries to get better at that part by observing the world around him with great attention. He is, consequently, capable of reassessing a situation quickly, and putting his decisions and beliefs in question if need be.
Another consequence of his practicality is that if something needs to be done, he'll do it. He used to be rather eager about it, but after becoming the de facto errand boy for his team in middle school ('oh it's fine, Kousuke will do it'), he isn't eager for anyone else to find that out about him. These days, he'll always wait to see if someone else steps up before taking charge.
He's both a little envious of people who can be whimsical and damn consequences, and easily irritated by those who don't seem able to behave sensibly and cause trouble for other people.
strengths & weaknesses:
Izumi is sensible and reliable, basically someone you'd want with you when stranded on a desert island.
He's a sensible voice when advice is needed, but not so much a shoulder to cry on.
Since he usually accepts things as they are, he can appear not to give a damn about much of anything, even when that is emphatically not the case. he does, however, tend to repress strong emotions, which he finds especially unproductive.
His mother will also point out that no matter what he may appear like outside, her youngest is a right slob at home.
SAMPLES
-first person-
(Private) So, social networking is the Thing of the Future and I absolutely need an account because 'high school won't last' and 'baseball isn't forever' and 'it's important to extend your social circle beyond your comfort zone'.
Note: stay away from dad when he's reading articles about teenagers and technology. Or burn the articles, whichever is easiest. Banking on him leaving it alone if I tell him I am in a social network, even if it's a baseball one.
(Public) Did coach even approve this?
-third person-
It was a dream. Somehow, Izumi always knew it was a dream, just like the one with the giant bird-lion. For this one, it was because from one instant to the next he could find himself swung elsewhere on the field, to see the action unfold from a completely different vantage point. Over the months, he'd visited most positions: home plate, batter's box, second base, right field. He'd been the catcher and the runner poised on first and the batter and the shortstop, and even once in some kind of overhead position, always watching the game. Everything except the mound, because the moment he even thought of looking at the pitcher--
He found himself back in the dugout, watching the windup with the quiet pride of knowing that this pitch would retire the side-- and woke up disoriented, heart beating wildly, and for a terrible moment convinced that if he could just go back, shout out a warning, the nondescript pitcher would stop, not throw that ball, save his arm.
By the time he was awake enough to check the time (five forty seven this time, too late to fall back asleep), Izumi always remembered that it had been sealed long before that last pitch. Plus, the fact that it was all a dream in the first place made it unlikely that a warning would serve any form of purpose. Still, it might have made him feel a little bit better.
He got up, of course -staying in bed at this point was never a good idea. Got up, got dressed, went to the kitchen to take a gulp of the lukewarm tea from the thermos his mother prepared every night without fail, and grabbed a bat from the stand on his way to the yard. The sun was rising early enough these days that he didn't need to turn on the outside lights anymore: for him, it was the most significant sign that summer was coming.