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A RP journal.
Non-User
Muse: Yuzuru, nicknamed Zull
Band: ex-Nookicky, ex-The Candy Spooky Theater
Country: Japan
Address: 224 Lower Okane
Physical Appearance: Slim, bordering on thin, build. Zull's appearance is slightly androgynous in the least, and his young age doesn't do much to help it. Although his family and social relations press him to fade his feminine features, Zull finds it more pleasant to accentuate them, which aggravates his father to no end (more of that later on).
He keep his hair long and unevenly bleached, so that it falls in messy curls around his face every so often decorated with a hint of eye-shadow or lipstick. Without his beloved high-heeled boots (which is to say, rarely) his height is around 5'6"/170 cm. Clothes go with his androgynous look, black and white stripe being his personal favourite. Hats of different shapes and colours have also earned his love, and are often seen topping his mass of hair.
Personality: On the first glance, Zull would appear to be the average teenager, with his sullen mood swings and whatnot. Maybe a tad more reclusive than others, a trait that pushes through in social situations dealing with unknown people. With his small circle of friends from school he's much more open and apparent with his emotions when compared to his behaviour at home. None of his friends are aware of this, as none of them have been permitted to visit his house.
When at home, Zull's most usual expression is that of mild interest, with a polite smile and nod when required. Since his father strongly disapproves of any "nancy-business", as he calls anything referring to makeup or -God forbid- female clothing, Zull has learned it's easier to just tuck away his own thoughts, opinions, personality. So his daily life at home is mostly a facade.
Zull's success is school has so far been, luckily, mainly flawless. Though if he was asked, he couldn't probably name any favourite subject of his (except Art), or anything that might be plans for his future. As he is living his youth, Zull has decided to take out everything he can from the time, sometimes leading him into daring or reckless actions. Anything, even something possibly dangerous, as long as it's something different from the strict and controlled life of his home, is bound to pique his interest. As a less risky activity, Zull also likes wandering around the neighbourhood. There are no great woods around his house, so he usually takes a walk somewhere a little further away, sketch book and mp3-player tucked into his pockets.
History: Losing his mother at very young age, Zull grew up with his father, a second-in-line to the president of a very well-doing company. The memories of his mother are few and hazy at that, with only one slightly clearer that is a recurring theme in his dreams. The memory of being led by hand, away from something, and being told not to look behind. The dream was not a particularly frightening one as confusing. It only got frightening when he tried to look back, and saw the streaks of red and the deformed lumps of flesh and realised it was the last thing he ever saw of his mother.
Obvious even without mentioning, Zull's father doesn't like talking about the demise of his wife, and is prone to hitting his son every time he mentions it. Though he hits him anyway. Zull's appearance, his way of talking, all the way to his taste in music is something his father has always managed to find flaws in. Because the son of a second-in-line president is an important person, or at least will be at his time, it's a disgrace how he doesn't seem to understand his position. Due to this violent behaviour, Zull has learned to hide his "faulted sides" when in the presence of his father, though their relations aren't very good despite his efforts.
Career: Attending Public High School, soon starting as a 3rd year student.
Housing: A nice, medium-sized house of the upper middle-class. The lawn is well-tended with a path leading from the low gates to the steps of the main door. The wood-panelled walls are painted a plain cream colour with minor decorations to door and window frames. It's nothing that would stick out from the neighbouring houses but shows clearly that the residents have the money needed for a nice life and then some.
Zull's room is on the second floor with a window facing towards the playground, a large enough tree near the outer wall so that he can slip out of the house if he so wishes. Just like most of the rooms of the house, the walls in his room are tapestried with light-coloured patterns, something Zull utterly hates. The patterns are almost entirely covered by posters, drawings, photographs, what have you, taped over them. Zull rarely bothers keeping his room very tidy, only enough so his father won't beat him up because of the mess.
Sample: The day was drawing to an end. After the compulsory socialising with his father at dinner, Zull excused himself and huddled away in his room, careful to lock the door behind him even though he knew he wouldn't be bothered. It was Thursday, which meant father would be spending the rest of the evening talking with his business colleagues with a glass of cognac. This gave Zull the free time he needed, the time he had not, however, planned to spend with his homework.
His note and textbooks scattered on the desk in front of him received none of his attention. Instead, he was lazily leaning onto his arm, eyes gliding over to his cell phone every so often.
And - finally, something. The little screen on the cover of the phone lit up and the whole gadget vibrated on the table. Zull snatched the phone in his hand and flipped it open, his eyes settling to read the short yet sufficient message from his friend.
We're going out today. Are you coming?
Fingers tapped on the buttons and soon a reply message was sent back: Of course. Meet me in the playground? 15 minutes.
The time was enough for him to change his casual home clothing into something more fitting; a black and white striped shirt along with matching stockings and knee-length black pants. Bleached hair was swept out of the loose ponytail to hang messily around his face. Just a smudge of black around his eyes and he was ready to go.
Grabbing his boots, Zull walked over to his window and hoisted it open. He reached down with the shoes in his hand as low as he could before letting go. They landed on the ground below with a soft thud and he followed soon after, swinging himself onto a tree branch and making his way down. Nimble fingers and toes found the secure places to hold on and no long later his feet met the ground. Pulling his boots on and running a hand through his hair, Zull started making his way towards their meeting place.
Non-User
Muse: Yuzuru, nicknamed Zull
Band: ex-Nookicky, ex-The Candy Spooky Theater
Country: Japan
Address: 224 Lower Okane
Physical Appearance: Slim, bordering on thin, build. Zull's appearance is slightly androgynous in the least, and his young age doesn't do much to help it. Although his family and social relations press him to fade his feminine features, Zull finds it more pleasant to accentuate them, which aggravates his father to no end (more of that later on).
He keep his hair long and unevenly bleached, so that it falls in messy curls around his face every so often decorated with a hint of eye-shadow or lipstick. Without his beloved high-heeled boots (which is to say, rarely) his height is around 5'6"/170 cm. Clothes go with his androgynous look, black and white stripe being his personal favourite. Hats of different shapes and colours have also earned his love, and are often seen topping his mass of hair.
Personality: On the first glance, Zull would appear to be the average teenager, with his sullen mood swings and whatnot. Maybe a tad more reclusive than others, a trait that pushes through in social situations dealing with unknown people. With his small circle of friends from school he's much more open and apparent with his emotions when compared to his behaviour at home. None of his friends are aware of this, as none of them have been permitted to visit his house.
When at home, Zull's most usual expression is that of mild interest, with a polite smile and nod when required. Since his father strongly disapproves of any "nancy-business", as he calls anything referring to makeup or -God forbid- female clothing, Zull has learned it's easier to just tuck away his own thoughts, opinions, personality. So his daily life at home is mostly a facade.
Zull's success is school has so far been, luckily, mainly flawless. Though if he was asked, he couldn't probably name any favourite subject of his (except Art), or anything that might be plans for his future. As he is living his youth, Zull has decided to take out everything he can from the time, sometimes leading him into daring or reckless actions. Anything, even something possibly dangerous, as long as it's something different from the strict and controlled life of his home, is bound to pique his interest. As a less risky activity, Zull also likes wandering around the neighbourhood. There are no great woods around his house, so he usually takes a walk somewhere a little further away, sketch book and mp3-player tucked into his pockets.
History: Losing his mother at very young age, Zull grew up with his father, a second-in-line to the president of a very well-doing company. The memories of his mother are few and hazy at that, with only one slightly clearer that is a recurring theme in his dreams. The memory of being led by hand, away from something, and being told not to look behind. The dream was not a particularly frightening one as confusing. It only got frightening when he tried to look back, and saw the streaks of red and the deformed lumps of flesh and realised it was the last thing he ever saw of his mother.
Obvious even without mentioning, Zull's father doesn't like talking about the demise of his wife, and is prone to hitting his son every time he mentions it. Though he hits him anyway. Zull's appearance, his way of talking, all the way to his taste in music is something his father has always managed to find flaws in. Because the son of a second-in-line president is an important person, or at least will be at his time, it's a disgrace how he doesn't seem to understand his position. Due to this violent behaviour, Zull has learned to hide his "faulted sides" when in the presence of his father, though their relations aren't very good despite his efforts.
Career: Attending Public High School, soon starting as a 3rd year student.
Housing: A nice, medium-sized house of the upper middle-class. The lawn is well-tended with a path leading from the low gates to the steps of the main door. The wood-panelled walls are painted a plain cream colour with minor decorations to door and window frames. It's nothing that would stick out from the neighbouring houses but shows clearly that the residents have the money needed for a nice life and then some.
Zull's room is on the second floor with a window facing towards the playground, a large enough tree near the outer wall so that he can slip out of the house if he so wishes. Just like most of the rooms of the house, the walls in his room are tapestried with light-coloured patterns, something Zull utterly hates. The patterns are almost entirely covered by posters, drawings, photographs, what have you, taped over them. Zull rarely bothers keeping his room very tidy, only enough so his father won't beat him up because of the mess.
Sample: The day was drawing to an end. After the compulsory socialising with his father at dinner, Zull excused himself and huddled away in his room, careful to lock the door behind him even though he knew he wouldn't be bothered. It was Thursday, which meant father would be spending the rest of the evening talking with his business colleagues with a glass of cognac. This gave Zull the free time he needed, the time he had not, however, planned to spend with his homework.
His note and textbooks scattered on the desk in front of him received none of his attention. Instead, he was lazily leaning onto his arm, eyes gliding over to his cell phone every so often.
And - finally, something. The little screen on the cover of the phone lit up and the whole gadget vibrated on the table. Zull snatched the phone in his hand and flipped it open, his eyes settling to read the short yet sufficient message from his friend.
We're going out today. Are you coming?
Fingers tapped on the buttons and soon a reply message was sent back: Of course. Meet me in the playground? 15 minutes.
The time was enough for him to change his casual home clothing into something more fitting; a black and white striped shirt along with matching stockings and knee-length black pants. Bleached hair was swept out of the loose ponytail to hang messily around his face. Just a smudge of black around his eyes and he was ready to go.
Grabbing his boots, Zull walked over to his window and hoisted it open. He reached down with the shoes in his hand as low as he could before letting go. They landed on the ground below with a soft thud and he followed soon after, swinging himself onto a tree branch and making his way down. Nimble fingers and toes found the secure places to hold on and no long later his feet met the ground. Pulling his boots on and running a hand through his hair, Zull started making his way towards their meeting place.