the HARROWING STORY.
Player Information
Name: Pelt.
Age: 17.
AIM SN: Peltted.
email: dogedly@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yes'm.
Currrently Played Characters: Allen Walker, Nicholas D. Wolfwood & Shiroe Rei Seki.
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Character Information
General
Canon Source: Durarara!!
Canon Format: Anime.
Character's Name: Masaomi Kida.
Character's Age: 16.
What form will your character's NV take? His own handy cellphone. Nothing fancy.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: He's proficient in street brawling and knife fighting but otherwise he's a completely normal human.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them?
The ability to summon a large pack of dogs.
They can be of any breed, though they're all characterized by having dull yellow tails. While they might act like normal dogs when not being threatened, being able to play fetch or roll in the grass or take a snooze under a tree, they don't have to sleep, eat or drink; those who try to talk to them or telepathically investigate will find out that they're largely brainless and soulless. When summoned, they seem to form out of whatever shadow is avalible in the area, including Kida's own. Kida himself can't speak with them, per se, but they're the most attentive to him and will follow any issued command like drones to the best of their ability. He won't be able to do anything like look through their eyes or instinctively know where they are if they're out of eyesight, and every dog is a completely average dog of its breed. As Kida makes his power grow, he'll be able to send dogs up to a mile radius away from him. He'll also be able to summon multiple dogs at once, up to a cieling cap of twenty-five. The downside is that each summoning takes energy and a piece of his mind - if he forgets about a dog for even a second, it will waver out of existence. He'll be able to keep the dogs "alive" for up to seventy-two hours, but doing so would mean he couldn't sleep.
At first, Kida will only be able to summon dogs like terriers and pommeranians, but as he gets his powers under control, he'll be able to summon dobermans and rottweilers. Thankfully, all of his dogs should get along.
Weapons: An old switchblade and a disarmingly handsome smile.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Here.
Point in Canon: Right as he returned to the Yellow Scarves' hideout and discovered that the Blue Squares had taken over.
Character Personality:
Kida is the teenager every mother prays their daughter doesn't hook up with. He's also the teenager that every father hopes their son could "learn a few things" from.
He's confident, secure; he has a swagger to his step that’s all at once over-the-top and down-low. He’s polite and respectful when he needs to be, courteous when he wants to be, has often treaded the line of ridiculous but never quite pushes it to what most people would call obnoxious, and he has a great smile that he shows off constantly, to boot. He pranks and teases, he’s light and funny, and maybe he won’t always pull back before crossing the metaphorical line, but no one who saw him on a normal basis would think that he could go too far. And sure, he might be a bit twitchy, too quick in the movements, but he had a strong charisma about him, a command of the people he interacted with - the same as any good undeniably smart joker would have, despite the fact that his jokes were often either puns or very bad ones.
He wasn’t a saint by any measure of the word - he had the tendency to get exaggeratedly huffy when things didn’t go as planned, he was sarcastic, he wasn’t the best with the academics - he’d actually probably miss more days than he’d taken tests - and he chased skirts as much as any boy who had the guts to try did, without apparent reason or rhyme (though there was a girl who could tell you the reason, you really shouldn’t meet up with her). He wasn’t the type who believed them weak or anything like that, though; he’d talk to them the same as he would boys, aside from those compliments, and that was admirable, too.
He had an easy way of words, that was plain to see; cleverness and Kida were like two good pals, especially when it came to others. He had the smarts to know what to look for in people, the attentiveness to find it and the confidence to be forward about it. Maybe that made him overbearing at times - and it certainly did, no doubt about it - but it also made him fairly reliable. Responsible, even. It was with all of those traits and more that led him to becoming a fifteen-year-old gang leader, collecting up a bunch of people for the sole purpose of ‘adventuring--’ or, in other words, letting out frustrations by fighting all over the place.
Kida had a way of commanding people; he knew exactly how to twist a person’s arm to keep them in line, and if words wouldn’t cut it, he wasn’t above literally beating someone down. And even though he came to leave his gang (after the horror of guilt set in, but that’s a topic for later), he probably couldn’t say that he honestly regretted the time before they passed ‘the line -’ he loved the thrill of a fight, loved moving at the head of a metaphorical pack, was addicted to it the same as anyone else would be to a drug-- not the fighting, exactly, but the responsibility. The pressure of having to take care of someone was something he always longed for, because to him, it meant that he belonged somewhere. The ‘Yellow Scarves’ was a family, and he was the top of the top in it -- he might have smacked them around once or twice, but he always made sure to take care of them in the end. It might’ve been considered unhealthy, but he was actually rather idealistic and naive about it: when he’d first made his gang, he’d expected it to keep to just his friends, a bunch of middle schoolers who could beat up people with no true consequences. As he’d never had any real consequence, he’d gotten pretty far before reality chose to show him differently. And when it did, it broke him.
Because at the very core of Kida’s personality was loyalty. A hyperactive loyalty that might as well have been called obsession, if not possession; he wouldn’t crowd his friends until they changed to his whims, but he would do his best to mold them as he could (such as trying to keep his best friend as ignorant as possible in a city full of dark corners). If they were harmed, he had the tendency to overreact - or, at least, if one could consider rejoining a gang just because a friend had been attacked in the streets as overreacting. In this, he was reckless, desperate- he’d go to any length to protect those he wanted to, whether or not they wanted him to. Now, his original full loyalty was given to a girl named Saki just a few years into creating his gang: she made him feel like he belonged where even his old best friends had failed to, and for it, he’d thought he could lay down his life for her. He turned to a man he distrusted greatly on her advice, and likewise, he’d grown blind around her presence. When she was abducted and mortally threatened by a rival gang, he froze up on saving her - he was, after all, just a middle schooler, playing at games he only understood on a low level. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see it like that. As such, even though she got out of the situation alive (just without further use of her legs, as far as he knew), he drowned himself in guilt-- quit the gang, crawled back to making up a ‘normal life,’ and jumped from girl to girl (non-seriously, always) as fast as possible. He withdrew; didn’t lead so much as observe, even though he wasn’t aware of himself doing it.
It wouldn’t be right to call him jaded and bitter deep inside forever, because he did make new friendships-- he still held on (ran from, more like) that guilt like a drowning man, but he was still living. Still waffling over decisions, too, though as time passed, he grew enough that when it came down to it, he could turn out to be counted on. He’d grown enough to understand the realities of his actions and to accept them-- up to the point where he would lay down his life for his friends.
Character Plans: Development! Involvement! Hopefully not abandonment! Kida is a character that hovers on the very edge between being good and rejoining the metaphorical dark side, and with Siren's Port being such a votaile place, I'd like to explore that more thoroughly. It'd also be interesting to see how he could deal with being in a place that really is all out of his hands in every single way. In that way, he might once again seek stability-- maybe even by becoming a company's thug, even if he is ridiculously young.
I'd also like to throw him at the amazingly different types in the city; not because Ikebukuro is lacking in any diversity as far as people go, but it would be interesting to see if he could, for instance, ever accept someone taking care of him.
Appearance/PB: He may or may not be a troublemaker.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample.
aaah~n, the welcoming committee here is so excellent! i was scared at first, with this new world being so dark and gloomy, with those shady people lurking just at the corner of my eye, but then a beautiful girl ran up to help and i knew it would all be okay!
so thank you again, himawari-chan! i'm sure everyone else you've ever helped feels the same, but i'm also positive you need to be told more often! so everybody who was helped by her should speak up now! i mean, after all, who wouldn't feel better after meeting such a sweet girl? (maybe someone with no heart, who dyes their hair black and grows their nails like claws.)
an-y-way, the wonderful and gracious himawari told me all about this place! and how someone managed to reroute my cell phone to include a whole network of people!
which would fine if you were all gorgeous ladies, but i don't think i died yet. better luck next time, i guess.
but i also heard that people here have special powers! is that true?
if it is, tell me about it! do you have wings? can you teleport? can you turn into a dog? or maybe heat up nachos really really fast?
mysterious or otherwise, i want to know! it might just help me settle in more to this scary place if i get the weirdest stuff out of the way first.
till then, random assortment of strangers:
ciao! ¤
Third Person Sample.
"Ah-hep! And here we are." He swung his free arm out wide, grin stretching as far as a grin was meant to stretch without going into that 'creepy' or 'threatening' territory. She tittered as if he really were a sweet thing, and he blew her a kiss as he - make a show of being reluctant, that wasn't difficult, she really was a nice lady - weaved his arm back out from hers, spun on a heel and gave one last bow. "You can now brave the streets as much as you want! Take caa-aare! Make sure to give me a call!
"Byyyy-ee!"
He waved at least three more times as he started off, and she laughed and blew him an imaginary kiss, too, of which he grabbed, swooned and fell away to continue on down the street with, arms lacing behind his head and smile staying on his face.
This city wasn't anything like Ikebukuro aside from the people: but people were people were people, he'd always found, and what was a different world to change that? Even if these people had wings, or gills, or the ability to twist a tree around and grow a forest of weeds at the flick of a wrist, they were still fundamentally the same. They still breathed, still walked, still talked, still grabbed purses from older ladies and ran, took spray paint to walls and tagged in the most elaborate ways, and he was slowly learning every sign there was, how there would be a twist to a letter that meant Afterglow, Inc or SERO or maybe just the Blood Brothers, how those businesses in the area would jump at every eighteen-nineteen-twenty year old that entered.
Instead of stepping into that, he helped good-natured women across the street; instead of catching a job at the forever hiring pharmacies or entertainment centers, he looked into groceries, pet stores, even a hair salon or two (although he wouldn't deny that was completely for work).
He was fine with this. The city crawled with monsters, but it wasn't Ikebukuro.
Currently speaking, he had no reason to dive into anything. It actually gave him a restless feeling in his chest, a lethargy when he tried to wake up in the morning that he'd never had before - it made him want to lay in bed or sit on the couch for hours and hours, even though he'd really never been good at keeping still. There was an interesting network to speak with during the worst hours of it, something that occupied his mind and kept him thinking, because otherwise, he was sure his very being would drag to a stop. The city's people were the same as other people, but they weren't his people, and it was crushingly clear with every kiss blown in his direction (which were quite a few in number, if he might say so himself).
Maybe he should have looked into schooling. But right then, all he could think of was getting a job, seeing the looming end of the month when he'd be thrown out into the siren-filled street, and while he knew where to go to sleep safely, he didn't exactly want to. Siren's Port was interesting, yes, but it was also aimless-- so open, so easy to take this path or that, and if he thought about it, the past didn't matter at all.
Except he had a fight waiting at home, had a person he needed to protect, and they said time stopped but he wasn't sure about it. What was he supposed to do while he waited for time to start up again?
Get a job and survive, it seemed like. Speak to whoever was awake at ridiculous hours in the night over his now broad-ranged cellphone and try to ignore how the clock on the wall ticked with time that shouldn't have passed. Those seemed to be the only options.
It was, quite frankly, frustrating.
Name: Pelt.
Age: 17.
AIM SN: Peltted.
email: dogedly@gmail.com
Have you played in an LJ based game before? Yes'm.
Currrently Played Characters: Allen Walker, Nicholas D. Wolfwood & Shiroe Rei Seki.
Conditional: Activity Check Link: Here.
Conditional: Official Reserve Link: Here.
Character Information
General
Canon Source: Durarara!!
Canon Format: Anime.
Character's Name: Masaomi Kida.
Character's Age: 16.
What form will your character's NV take? His own handy cellphone. Nothing fancy.
Abilities
Character's Canon Abilities: He's proficient in street brawling and knife fighting but otherwise he's a completely normal human.
Conditional: If your character has no superhuman canon abilities, what dormant ability will you give them?
The ability to summon a large pack of dogs.
They can be of any breed, though they're all characterized by having dull yellow tails. While they might act like normal dogs when not being threatened, being able to play fetch or roll in the grass or take a snooze under a tree, they don't have to sleep, eat or drink; those who try to talk to them or telepathically investigate will find out that they're largely brainless and soulless. When summoned, they seem to form out of whatever shadow is avalible in the area, including Kida's own. Kida himself can't speak with them, per se, but they're the most attentive to him and will follow any issued command like drones to the best of their ability. He won't be able to do anything like look through their eyes or instinctively know where they are if they're out of eyesight, and every dog is a completely average dog of its breed. As Kida makes his power grow, he'll be able to send dogs up to a mile radius away from him. He'll also be able to summon multiple dogs at once, up to a cieling cap of twenty-five. The downside is that each summoning takes energy and a piece of his mind - if he forgets about a dog for even a second, it will waver out of existence. He'll be able to keep the dogs "alive" for up to seventy-two hours, but doing so would mean he couldn't sleep.
At first, Kida will only be able to summon dogs like terriers and pommeranians, but as he gets his powers under control, he'll be able to summon dobermans and rottweilers. Thankfully, all of his dogs should get along.
Weapons: An old switchblade and a disarmingly handsome smile.
History/Personality/Plans/etc.
Character History: Here.
Point in Canon: Right as he returned to the Yellow Scarves' hideout and discovered that the Blue Squares had taken over.
Character Personality:
Kida is the teenager every mother prays their daughter doesn't hook up with. He's also the teenager that every father hopes their son could "learn a few things" from.
He's confident, secure; he has a swagger to his step that’s all at once over-the-top and down-low. He’s polite and respectful when he needs to be, courteous when he wants to be, has often treaded the line of ridiculous but never quite pushes it to what most people would call obnoxious, and he has a great smile that he shows off constantly, to boot. He pranks and teases, he’s light and funny, and maybe he won’t always pull back before crossing the metaphorical line, but no one who saw him on a normal basis would think that he could go too far. And sure, he might be a bit twitchy, too quick in the movements, but he had a strong charisma about him, a command of the people he interacted with - the same as any good undeniably smart joker would have, despite the fact that his jokes were often either puns or very bad ones.
He wasn’t a saint by any measure of the word - he had the tendency to get exaggeratedly huffy when things didn’t go as planned, he was sarcastic, he wasn’t the best with the academics - he’d actually probably miss more days than he’d taken tests - and he chased skirts as much as any boy who had the guts to try did, without apparent reason or rhyme (though there was a girl who could tell you the reason, you really shouldn’t meet up with her). He wasn’t the type who believed them weak or anything like that, though; he’d talk to them the same as he would boys, aside from those compliments, and that was admirable, too.
He had an easy way of words, that was plain to see; cleverness and Kida were like two good pals, especially when it came to others. He had the smarts to know what to look for in people, the attentiveness to find it and the confidence to be forward about it. Maybe that made him overbearing at times - and it certainly did, no doubt about it - but it also made him fairly reliable. Responsible, even. It was with all of those traits and more that led him to becoming a fifteen-year-old gang leader, collecting up a bunch of people for the sole purpose of ‘adventuring--’ or, in other words, letting out frustrations by fighting all over the place.
Kida had a way of commanding people; he knew exactly how to twist a person’s arm to keep them in line, and if words wouldn’t cut it, he wasn’t above literally beating someone down. And even though he came to leave his gang (after the horror of guilt set in, but that’s a topic for later), he probably couldn’t say that he honestly regretted the time before they passed ‘the line -’ he loved the thrill of a fight, loved moving at the head of a metaphorical pack, was addicted to it the same as anyone else would be to a drug-- not the fighting, exactly, but the responsibility. The pressure of having to take care of someone was something he always longed for, because to him, it meant that he belonged somewhere. The ‘Yellow Scarves’ was a family, and he was the top of the top in it -- he might have smacked them around once or twice, but he always made sure to take care of them in the end. It might’ve been considered unhealthy, but he was actually rather idealistic and naive about it: when he’d first made his gang, he’d expected it to keep to just his friends, a bunch of middle schoolers who could beat up people with no true consequences. As he’d never had any real consequence, he’d gotten pretty far before reality chose to show him differently. And when it did, it broke him.
Because at the very core of Kida’s personality was loyalty. A hyperactive loyalty that might as well have been called obsession, if not possession; he wouldn’t crowd his friends until they changed to his whims, but he would do his best to mold them as he could (such as trying to keep his best friend as ignorant as possible in a city full of dark corners). If they were harmed, he had the tendency to overreact - or, at least, if one could consider rejoining a gang just because a friend had been attacked in the streets as overreacting. In this, he was reckless, desperate- he’d go to any length to protect those he wanted to, whether or not they wanted him to. Now, his original full loyalty was given to a girl named Saki just a few years into creating his gang: she made him feel like he belonged where even his old best friends had failed to, and for it, he’d thought he could lay down his life for her. He turned to a man he distrusted greatly on her advice, and likewise, he’d grown blind around her presence. When she was abducted and mortally threatened by a rival gang, he froze up on saving her - he was, after all, just a middle schooler, playing at games he only understood on a low level. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see it like that. As such, even though she got out of the situation alive (just without further use of her legs, as far as he knew), he drowned himself in guilt-- quit the gang, crawled back to making up a ‘normal life,’ and jumped from girl to girl (non-seriously, always) as fast as possible. He withdrew; didn’t lead so much as observe, even though he wasn’t aware of himself doing it.
It wouldn’t be right to call him jaded and bitter deep inside forever, because he did make new friendships-- he still held on (ran from, more like) that guilt like a drowning man, but he was still living. Still waffling over decisions, too, though as time passed, he grew enough that when it came down to it, he could turn out to be counted on. He’d grown enough to understand the realities of his actions and to accept them-- up to the point where he would lay down his life for his friends.
Character Plans: Development! Involvement! Hopefully not abandonment! Kida is a character that hovers on the very edge between being good and rejoining the metaphorical dark side, and with Siren's Port being such a votaile place, I'd like to explore that more thoroughly. It'd also be interesting to see how he could deal with being in a place that really is all out of his hands in every single way. In that way, he might once again seek stability-- maybe even by becoming a company's thug, even if he is ridiculously young.
I'd also like to throw him at the amazingly different types in the city; not because Ikebukuro is lacking in any diversity as far as people go, but it would be interesting to see if he could, for instance, ever accept someone taking care of him.
Appearance/PB: He may or may not be a troublemaker.
Writing Samples
First Person Sample.
aaah~n, the welcoming committee here is so excellent! i was scared at first, with this new world being so dark and gloomy, with those shady people lurking just at the corner of my eye, but then a beautiful girl ran up to help and i knew it would all be okay!
so thank you again, himawari-chan! i'm sure everyone else you've ever helped feels the same, but i'm also positive you need to be told more often! so everybody who was helped by her should speak up now! i mean, after all, who wouldn't feel better after meeting such a sweet girl? (maybe someone with no heart, who dyes their hair black and grows their nails like claws.)
an-y-way, the wonderful and gracious himawari told me all about this place! and how someone managed to reroute my cell phone to include a whole network of people!
which would fine if you were all gorgeous ladies, but i don't think i died yet. better luck next time, i guess.
but i also heard that people here have special powers! is that true?
if it is, tell me about it! do you have wings? can you teleport? can you turn into a dog? or maybe heat up nachos really really fast?
mysterious or otherwise, i want to know! it might just help me settle in more to this scary place if i get the weirdest stuff out of the way first.
till then, random assortment of strangers:
ciao! ¤
Third Person Sample.
"Ah-hep! And here we are." He swung his free arm out wide, grin stretching as far as a grin was meant to stretch without going into that 'creepy' or 'threatening' territory. She tittered as if he really were a sweet thing, and he blew her a kiss as he - make a show of being reluctant, that wasn't difficult, she really was a nice lady - weaved his arm back out from hers, spun on a heel and gave one last bow. "You can now brave the streets as much as you want! Take caa-aare! Make sure to give me a call!
"Byyyy-ee!"
He waved at least three more times as he started off, and she laughed and blew him an imaginary kiss, too, of which he grabbed, swooned and fell away to continue on down the street with, arms lacing behind his head and smile staying on his face.
This city wasn't anything like Ikebukuro aside from the people: but people were people were people, he'd always found, and what was a different world to change that? Even if these people had wings, or gills, or the ability to twist a tree around and grow a forest of weeds at the flick of a wrist, they were still fundamentally the same. They still breathed, still walked, still talked, still grabbed purses from older ladies and ran, took spray paint to walls and tagged in the most elaborate ways, and he was slowly learning every sign there was, how there would be a twist to a letter that meant Afterglow, Inc or SERO or maybe just the Blood Brothers, how those businesses in the area would jump at every eighteen-nineteen-twenty year old that entered.
Instead of stepping into that, he helped good-natured women across the street; instead of catching a job at the forever hiring pharmacies or entertainment centers, he looked into groceries, pet stores, even a hair salon or two (although he wouldn't deny that was completely for work).
He was fine with this. The city crawled with monsters, but it wasn't Ikebukuro.
Currently speaking, he had no reason to dive into anything. It actually gave him a restless feeling in his chest, a lethargy when he tried to wake up in the morning that he'd never had before - it made him want to lay in bed or sit on the couch for hours and hours, even though he'd really never been good at keeping still. There was an interesting network to speak with during the worst hours of it, something that occupied his mind and kept him thinking, because otherwise, he was sure his very being would drag to a stop. The city's people were the same as other people, but they weren't his people, and it was crushingly clear with every kiss blown in his direction (which were quite a few in number, if he might say so himself).
Maybe he should have looked into schooling. But right then, all he could think of was getting a job, seeing the looming end of the month when he'd be thrown out into the siren-filled street, and while he knew where to go to sleep safely, he didn't exactly want to. Siren's Port was interesting, yes, but it was also aimless-- so open, so easy to take this path or that, and if he thought about it, the past didn't matter at all.
Except he had a fight waiting at home, had a person he needed to protect, and they said time stopped but he wasn't sure about it. What was he supposed to do while he waited for time to start up again?
Get a job and survive, it seemed like. Speak to whoever was awake at ridiculous hours in the night over his now broad-ranged cellphone and try to ignore how the clock on the wall ticked with time that shouldn't have passed. Those seemed to be the only options.
It was, quite frankly, frustrating.