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Character
Name: Kitora Kurokawa
Series: Otomen
Timeline:
Canon Resource Links: Wikipedia
"Each flower is a soul blossoming out to nature."
- Gerard de Nerval
Personality: Kitora Kurokawa stands as a tall weed in a sea of wildflowers. (No, seriously.) The ridiculously tall, somewhat threatening high school student has an odd, worrisome presence from the start. He’s quiet, almost silent, and he rarely makes eye contact with people. Because of this, many people think of him as an almost scary loner, the kind of person you don't get close to. And Kitora doesn't seem to try very hard to change that.
Awkward by nature, Kitora has a difficult time connecting with people. He doesn't talk to others often, which leaves room for many rumors to start around him. He starts off as quite a loner, and although he has his group of otomen friends, he doesn't step forward to actively make friends until he can tell they are likeminded individuals. Most of the time, friends just happen to stumble upon him. However, any fan of flowers is a fan of his, and he befriended Asuka over the sheer fact that they both cared to preserve a beautiful garden. And he continues to be his friend, and in turn managed to become friends with his little group, because they all shared the same belief that everyone should be true to their passions and accepted as they are. Kitora can't express his feelings because he often finds difficulty finding appropriate words. That is his main reason for using flowers.
To Kitora, flowers hold strong meanings and can say the words he personally can't. He's always loved flowers, but his love for them is... well, ridiculous. To tell a girl he likes her, he tends to make bouquets or garlands of different flowers with matching meanings. He also tends to do this to girls--or just people overall--who he finds very beautiful, whether on the inside or out. (But because this is a shoujo manga, everyone is pretty.) Kitora has a strange habit of decorating people, by tucking flowers into their hair or pocket or placing them around the person. If they tell him not to, he tends to attempt to be sneakier; it's an almost obsessive habit that tends to pop up at the most ridiculous of times. In addition, he is very confrontational about them and will rise forth to argue anyone who calls them stupid. After all, it's not the flowers who are dumb, but rather the person staring at them.
Unfortunately, his love for flowers has a downside as well. Because Kitora has trouble using his words, he tends to rely on flowers to get his meaning across. This, sadly, makes him appear almost creeper-like and makes some believe he puts flowers over people. He has lost a girl he loved over this; because of that, he tries to keep his love of flowers separated from people, but in turn it tends to isolate him from others.
Kitora tends to feel rather depressed without flowers. When his garden was confiscated, he was sent into a depression that had him lying in a puddle on the floor for hours, and he went through drastic measures in order to get it back. Kitora Kurokawa is 95% flowers and 5% person. But other than that, he's just a quiet, reserved young man.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Oddly enough, Kitora is a very gentle person. Even though he looks intimidating, he doesn't start fights, nor does he like fighting around flowers. With the patience and delicacy it takes to have gardening as a hobby, Kitora has little problem sitting still and waiting for small buds to bloom. He is also very passionate about his hobbies, and compassionate when it comes to others. As an otomen, he feels more connected to those who struggle with their passions, because he struggled with his as well (he worried over his love for flowers and feared that he couldn't love them because they had cost him a girlfriend; thankfully, he got over that rather quickly).
He's very helpful to his friends. When asked to do something or tag along with some silly scheme, or even to stand up for their ever-constant struggle over being able to properly express oneself, Kitora is a reliable source to have when you might need assistance, or someone to reach a tall shelf.
Kitora also knows flowers. As a flower evangelist, Kitora knows a lot about flowers. He tends to take it a bit overboard by speaking in flower language and decorating people, but it's his way of expressing his love and knowledge with the world. (Technically, this is a strength; it also counts as an obsession, as well as a weakness.) His knowledge isn't limited to just flowers, however; as a gardener, Kitora knows many things about all sorts of different plants and weeds; he just tends to stick to flowers.
However, Kitora also has trouble talking to others. Because of his almost inability to express himself besides flowers, he tends to frustrate others who don't want to be covered in fragrant decor. This ends up making him appear as though he puts flowers above people, when in reality he's communicating the only way he truly knows how. Kitora is overbearing sometimes due to this habit. Kitora also tends to befriend--or attempt to befriend--those he plans on decorating with said flowers, which tends to not work as well as planned since it does come off as overbearing and, well, for lack of a better word... weird.
He's also very intimidating by his looks. Tall, with hair falling in his eyes, and silent most of the time, he tends to loom over people by accident and often frightens or concerns them. Many people thought he was dangerous or up to no good, when in reality he was just standing there.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Breeder
Starter: Oddish
Password: Sunflower Seeds
Samples
First Person Sample:
[The camera starts off with the stoic face of a moss-haired individual. He's staring at the communicator, though his eyes, hidden by his bangs, give him more of a dangerous appearance than a curious one.]
...it's on.
Where is this?
[His voice is soft, oddly enough. He looks around.]
A woman must be mistaken... she called me her son before sending me off... How unfortunate to have confused me... [His head turns back towards her house--and then he remembers what he was doing with this thing.
He holds up his pokéball.] I don't think this is mine... If anyone knows that woman's son, could you tell me where I can return this to him?
Third Person Sample:
Bellsprouts were beautiful. There was something about the way the little spindly body swayed in a battle that had just captivated the young gardener's attention. It shifted to the left, balancing on little roots in the tufts of dirt, and bent itself over to dodge leaves flying in its direction. Very limber, he noted; 'like a daffodil swaying in a strong wind'. As he sat there, almost lost in thought yet observing behind his curtain of hair, he wondered if, by chance, a Bellsprout was related to a campanula by some twist of nature. However, it did look amazingly like a tulip which chose not to blossom, hidden behind some form of ligh--
Oh right. He had engaged this little thing in battle! How had he have zoned out so quickly? The little Oddish squeaked its insecurities over to the trainer, waiting for him to give the next order. Kitora could do this, yes; he just needed to think again. He had played this game sometime in middle school, so it shouldn't have been this hard to think.
However, he didn't want to fight the Bellsprout; it was far too cute. Wiggling around and dodging... Kitora just wanted to capture it. But the handbook he had received said he would have a better chance if he weakened it, so that was what he aimed for. "Use absorb again, little Bulb," he spoke softly to the young Oddish. As it nodded and resumed its attack, Kitora returned to staring at the Bellsprout. He was going to catch that. It was too beautiful not to. It was almost as if his life depended on it, as if his life would be done and over with if he couldn't reach down and scoop that little thing up--
and it was running away.
The little Oddish was chirping at him, wondering if it had done a good job by causing the wild Bellsprout to flee. After all, it was her job to protect him, right? However, the sheer look of panic and horror that floated told her otherwise, as Kitora began running after the Bellsprout, hands searching his pockets for something, anything that could stop it.
Oh yes, a pokéball! He could use this! Tugging it out, he pressed the button to enlarge it and tossed it at the escaping campanula--er, Bellsprout. And it caught! The ball rocked on its side, light flashing. The Bellsprout was trying to escape--
One...
But Kitora had caught it, he had caught the campanula--
Two...
And it was definitely hi--
*Pop!*
The ball snapped in two and the little Bellsprout disappeared into some thick bushes. As Kitora's happiness shattered into a hundred pieces, he could hear the loud, worried cries of his precious little Bulb behind him. The poor thing, how could he have left it? Even in the throes of passion, he shouldn't have abandoned the tiniest thing.
But he hadn't caught his Bellsprout, either.
Heading back to scoop the Oddish into his arms, Kitora made his way to a shady spot under a tree, lay down, and, in the most depressing manner imaginable, watched other trainers walk past. Today was the saddest day.
Name: Kitora Kurokawa
Series: Otomen
Timeline:
Canon Resource Links: Wikipedia
"Each flower is a soul blossoming out to nature."
- Gerard de Nerval
Personality: Kitora Kurokawa stands as a tall weed in a sea of wildflowers. (No, seriously.) The ridiculously tall, somewhat threatening high school student has an odd, worrisome presence from the start. He’s quiet, almost silent, and he rarely makes eye contact with people. Because of this, many people think of him as an almost scary loner, the kind of person you don't get close to. And Kitora doesn't seem to try very hard to change that.
Awkward by nature, Kitora has a difficult time connecting with people. He doesn't talk to others often, which leaves room for many rumors to start around him. He starts off as quite a loner, and although he has his group of otomen friends, he doesn't step forward to actively make friends until he can tell they are likeminded individuals. Most of the time, friends just happen to stumble upon him. However, any fan of flowers is a fan of his, and he befriended Asuka over the sheer fact that they both cared to preserve a beautiful garden. And he continues to be his friend, and in turn managed to become friends with his little group, because they all shared the same belief that everyone should be true to their passions and accepted as they are. Kitora can't express his feelings because he often finds difficulty finding appropriate words. That is his main reason for using flowers.
To Kitora, flowers hold strong meanings and can say the words he personally can't. He's always loved flowers, but his love for them is... well, ridiculous. To tell a girl he likes her, he tends to make bouquets or garlands of different flowers with matching meanings. He also tends to do this to girls--or just people overall--who he finds very beautiful, whether on the inside or out. (But because this is a shoujo manga, everyone is pretty.) Kitora has a strange habit of decorating people, by tucking flowers into their hair or pocket or placing them around the person. If they tell him not to, he tends to attempt to be sneakier; it's an almost obsessive habit that tends to pop up at the most ridiculous of times. In addition, he is very confrontational about them and will rise forth to argue anyone who calls them stupid. After all, it's not the flowers who are dumb, but rather the person staring at them.
Unfortunately, his love for flowers has a downside as well. Because Kitora has trouble using his words, he tends to rely on flowers to get his meaning across. This, sadly, makes him appear almost creeper-like and makes some believe he puts flowers over people. He has lost a girl he loved over this; because of that, he tries to keep his love of flowers separated from people, but in turn it tends to isolate him from others.
Kitora tends to feel rather depressed without flowers. When his garden was confiscated, he was sent into a depression that had him lying in a puddle on the floor for hours, and he went through drastic measures in order to get it back. Kitora Kurokawa is 95% flowers and 5% person. But other than that, he's just a quiet, reserved young man.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Oddly enough, Kitora is a very gentle person. Even though he looks intimidating, he doesn't start fights, nor does he like fighting around flowers. With the patience and delicacy it takes to have gardening as a hobby, Kitora has little problem sitting still and waiting for small buds to bloom. He is also very passionate about his hobbies, and compassionate when it comes to others. As an otomen, he feels more connected to those who struggle with their passions, because he struggled with his as well (he worried over his love for flowers and feared that he couldn't love them because they had cost him a girlfriend; thankfully, he got over that rather quickly).
He's very helpful to his friends. When asked to do something or tag along with some silly scheme, or even to stand up for their ever-constant struggle over being able to properly express oneself, Kitora is a reliable source to have when you might need assistance, or someone to reach a tall shelf.
Kitora also knows flowers. As a flower evangelist, Kitora knows a lot about flowers. He tends to take it a bit overboard by speaking in flower language and decorating people, but it's his way of expressing his love and knowledge with the world. (Technically, this is a strength; it also counts as an obsession, as well as a weakness.) His knowledge isn't limited to just flowers, however; as a gardener, Kitora knows many things about all sorts of different plants and weeds; he just tends to stick to flowers.
However, Kitora also has trouble talking to others. Because of his almost inability to express himself besides flowers, he tends to frustrate others who don't want to be covered in fragrant decor. This ends up making him appear as though he puts flowers above people, when in reality he's communicating the only way he truly knows how. Kitora is overbearing sometimes due to this habit. Kitora also tends to befriend--or attempt to befriend--those he plans on decorating with said flowers, which tends to not work as well as planned since it does come off as overbearing and, well, for lack of a better word... weird.
He's also very intimidating by his looks. Tall, with hair falling in his eyes, and silent most of the time, he tends to loom over people by accident and often frightens or concerns them. Many people thought he was dangerous or up to no good, when in reality he was just standing there.
Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Breeder
Starter: Oddish
Password: Sunflower Seeds
Samples
First Person Sample:
[The camera starts off with the stoic face of a moss-haired individual. He's staring at the communicator, though his eyes, hidden by his bangs, give him more of a dangerous appearance than a curious one.]
...it's on.
Where is this?
[His voice is soft, oddly enough. He looks around.]
A woman must be mistaken... she called me her son before sending me off... How unfortunate to have confused me... [His head turns back towards her house--and then he remembers what he was doing with this thing.
He holds up his pokéball.] I don't think this is mine... If anyone knows that woman's son, could you tell me where I can return this to him?
Third Person Sample:
Bellsprouts were beautiful. There was something about the way the little spindly body swayed in a battle that had just captivated the young gardener's attention. It shifted to the left, balancing on little roots in the tufts of dirt, and bent itself over to dodge leaves flying in its direction. Very limber, he noted; 'like a daffodil swaying in a strong wind'. As he sat there, almost lost in thought yet observing behind his curtain of hair, he wondered if, by chance, a Bellsprout was related to a campanula by some twist of nature. However, it did look amazingly like a tulip which chose not to blossom, hidden behind some form of ligh--
Oh right. He had engaged this little thing in battle! How had he have zoned out so quickly? The little Oddish squeaked its insecurities over to the trainer, waiting for him to give the next order. Kitora could do this, yes; he just needed to think again. He had played this game sometime in middle school, so it shouldn't have been this hard to think.
However, he didn't want to fight the Bellsprout; it was far too cute. Wiggling around and dodging... Kitora just wanted to capture it. But the handbook he had received said he would have a better chance if he weakened it, so that was what he aimed for. "Use absorb again, little Bulb," he spoke softly to the young Oddish. As it nodded and resumed its attack, Kitora returned to staring at the Bellsprout. He was going to catch that. It was too beautiful not to. It was almost as if his life depended on it, as if his life would be done and over with if he couldn't reach down and scoop that little thing up--
and it was running away.
The little Oddish was chirping at him, wondering if it had done a good job by causing the wild Bellsprout to flee. After all, it was her job to protect him, right? However, the sheer look of panic and horror that floated told her otherwise, as Kitora began running after the Bellsprout, hands searching his pockets for something, anything that could stop it.
Oh yes, a pokéball! He could use this! Tugging it out, he pressed the button to enlarge it and tossed it at the escaping campanula--er, Bellsprout. And it caught! The ball rocked on its side, light flashing. The Bellsprout was trying to escape--
One...
But Kitora had caught it, he had caught the campanula--
Two...
And it was definitely hi--
*Pop!*
The ball snapped in two and the little Bellsprout disappeared into some thick bushes. As Kitora's happiness shattered into a hundred pieces, he could hear the loud, worried cries of his precious little Bulb behind him. The poor thing, how could he have left it? Even in the throes of passion, he shouldn't have abandoned the tiniest thing.
But he hadn't caught his Bellsprout, either.
Heading back to scoop the Oddish into his arms, Kitora made his way to a shady spot under a tree, lay down, and, in the most depressing manner imaginable, watched other trainers walk past. Today was the saddest day.