Post by YUJI USAKI on Jun 22, 2009 19:26:33 GMT -5
(YUJI USAKI)
IT'S A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
TO COME AND GRAB YOU
IT CAN CREEP UP INSIDE YOU
AND CONSUME YOU
A DISEASE OF THE MIND
IT CAN CONTROL YOU
IT'S TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT
IT'S A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
TO COME AND GRAB YOU
IT CAN CREEP UP INSIDE YOU
AND CONSUME YOU
A DISEASE OF THE MIND
IT CAN CONTROL YOU
IT'S TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT
( BREAK IT DOWN FOR US )
( FULL NAME ) Yuji Usaki
( PLAYBY ) Kazamasa (Shou) Kohara
( CANON/ORIGINAL ) Original
( NICKNAMES ) N/a
( AGE ) 28 Years
( ORIENTATION ) Bisexual
( BIRTHDATE DATE ) 07/05
( SPECIES ) Werewolf
( POWERS ) Super speed in wolf form
( EXPLAIN THAT AGAIN )
*NOTE: IF YOUR CHARACTER IS A WOLF OR SHIFTER, GIVE
CHARACTERISTICS OF BOTH HUMAN AND ANIMAL FORM.
CHARACTERISTICS OF BOTH HUMAN AND ANIMAL FORM.
( HEIGHT )
Human: 5' 10"
Wolf: 41" (At the shoulder)
( WEIGHT )
Human: 130 lbs
Wolf: 215 lbs
( HAIR )
Human: Brown
Wolf: Greys and Browns
( EYES )
Human: Chocolate Brown
Wolf: Piercing Gold
( PIERCINGS/TATTOOS ) One piercing on his lower lip, but he doesn't keep a ring in it all the time.
( SCARS/BIRTHMARKS ) Clawmark scars on his stomach from an intense fight as a teenager.
( ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW ) Nope.
( ONE MORE TIME )
( HABITS ) Singing in his sleep, picking at his nails, and daydreaming.
( FEARS ) Death and old age.
( LIKES ) Singing, hikes, his friends and family, cool weather, and swimming.
( DISLIKES ) Hunters, hot weather, "high and mighty" vampires, snobby people, and getting up early.
( SECRETS ) He's willingly gone all the way with a guy before, and he enjoys dancing in his underwear ( ;D).
( BEST MEMORY ) One day when he was just feeling down and out depressed and he was feeling sick, one of his teachers excused him from class, telling him that he could just lay there and sleep, or he could go home if he wished. It wasn't much, but Yuji found it really endearing that they would care for him in such a way.
( WORST MEMORY ) His worst memory would have to be the fight he got into his senior year of high school. Another werewolf that was in the class he had just transferred into smelled him for what he was instantly, seeking him out for a fight after lunch. Yuji had refused, so the werewolf jumped him with his buddies after school (not just for fighting either) and while Yuji managed to keep himself from being killed, there was quite a bit of trauma instilled in him afterwards.
( OK, NOW I GOT IT! )
( FAMILY )
Sakura Usaki (Mother; 56)
Tatsuya Usaki (Father; 60)
Sayuri Usaki (Sister; 19)
( FRIENDS )
Shinya Kakumei (29)
Robynne Shinomori (24)
Katashi Minamoto (30)
Kamui Hikeme (27)
( PETS ) None (That'd be a little sadistic of him. XD)
( HOMETOWN ) Kyoto, Japan
( HISTORY )
Yuji's family are werewolves native to Japan. All of them had been born there like Yuji himself and all were pure werewolves. That's how his parents had met and him and his sister born. It was a large, tourist city they lived in. It made them less likely to be spotted, or found out for what they were, because supposedly they couldn't fight on the heavily populated streets, but somehow such things always have to get ruined, don't they? His father and mother were challenged for the alpha position in Kyoto by a younger mated pair of werewolves--one bitten and one pure. This harmed his father's pride that a bitten one would take over the city, so both him and Yuji's mother fought...and lost. This was when Yuji was about sixteen years old and his sister was about seven.
They moved to the states after being banned from the city, because both of his parents were too shamed to go anywhere else in Japan and show their faces. They started in California and steadily moved towards Louisiana. The final thing that caused them to move from a state neighboring to Louisiana itself was the fight that Yuji got into during his senior year that left him scarred physically and mentally. This amount of moving killed Yuji because he kept losing all his friends, but luckily when he was finishing his senior year here in Louisiana he met a group of friends he's really close to--most of them being from Japan themselves--and ones that he's started a band with. Yuji is the singer, with Robynne on lead guitar, Shinya on rhythm guitar, Kamui on bass, and Katashi on drums.
This is where Yuji has grown up and intends to stay for the rest of his life, even though the rest of his family has moved on and now resides somewhere up in the Northeastern states. This includes his sister.
( NOW, TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF! )
( ALIAS ) Kavik
( TIMEZONE ) Eastern Standard (-5)
( HOW'D YOU FIND US? ) Sent me an ad
( RULES WORD ) admin edited
( RP SAMPLE )
(This is from awhile ago and would take a bit for me to be able to post this length again.)
As Kami continued to struggle with keeping the bookshelf righted, he began thinking that perhaps Jules wasn’t going to get him down. Not that that actually came as much surprise since the taller teen had put him up there in the first place, but still he had guessed there was at least a small chance he would have went back on his decision. How very small indeed. He thought to himself as his hands clutched the edges of the shelf. It was definitely not something used to holding the weight of a human, even one as small as Kami. It’s going to fall if I don’t get off of it soon. He realized a moment behind those thoughts before his gaze traveled back to the cause of his plight, only to see him holding his chin in a studious manner as he looked at both the bookshelf and Kami himself. This slightly unnerved Kami because just what was it that Jules was planning to do? Surely, he wasn’t going to try and make things worse.
That thought was countered a moment later as he felt the vibrations of something hitting the bookshelf and he only had a moment of time to see the cause for it: Jules’s boot. Kami’s eyes glared even more so at Jules, but the look quickly changed to that of worry as the shelf lurched back and forth, him moving his body opposite to it trying to get it back steady. It was a fruitless effort of course. The bookshelf was going to fall whether he liked it or not. Oh, shit. That was the thought that traveled through his brain as the shelf finally gave way and fell. He scrambled for some form of holdings, but the only thing he could grasp was unsteady and thus he wasn’t quite able to catch himself or get his legs under him before crashing to the floor with the shelf. Luckily he managed to get out of the way of the heavy object, so it didn’t fall a top him and crush him as it would have.
His hands went out to catch his weight so he didn’t fall flat on his face when he hit the ground, but as one of his hands connected with the hard floor a split second before the other and therefore took the most weight. Pain shot up that particular hand as well as the wrist and arm connected to it. He groaned in pain at it and just laid there on the floor for a bit, only dimly hearing the librarian. After a few moments though, despite the pain, he was reminded of the cause of what happened and pulled himself to his feet, turning his still angered gaze on Jules even as he clutched to the injured wrist with the opposite hand. “I said get me down not knock me down!” He hissed angrily, gripping his hand tightly in an effort to subside the pain. Just as he was about to start telling the other off though, he felt a hand come down to his wrist and he shot his gaze in the direction it came from. It was the librarian and as such he jerked his hand from her grasp and glared. “Don’t touch it.” He growled and at such the librarian backed up a bit, realizing his want for space.
Kami still held onto the injured limb as he turned back to Jules. There were so many spiteful things he wanted to say, but none came to his tongue. Instead he just settled for looking at him for a moment before looking around at the people who had gathered in their curiosity as to the situation. He felt heat flood to his cheeks in embarrassment at how pathetic he probably looked and since he hadn’t heard Jules’s description of what had happened, he didn’t know to correct it, thus making him look stupid to most onlookers. Some, at seeing he was generally alright, laughed and rightfully so. Kami knew he would laugh as well if he had happened upon something like this. This didn’t stop his bubbling anger and embarrassment though and soon he found himself picking up the book he’d been trying to get, with his uninjured hand, and throwing it forcefully at Jules, hoping to connect with some part of his body, before he began walking off, unmindful of the librarian following and trying to assist him.
His wrist and hand both throbbed insistently with pain and he had to grit his teeth against it. Some portions of his torso hurt as well, but they felt nothing like the pain coming from his injured limb. At worst, the small pains in his sides would become bruises, but his wrist ran the likelihood of being broken or at least sprained. Thinking about this, he went and seated himself at one of the tables nearby, resting his hands in his lap and putting his head on the table, shutting his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see if people were still watching him or if Jules decided to get him back for chucking the book at him. Not that he really cared about the latter at the moment. After all, what should he care how Jules felt after a book had been thrown at him? Hell, he’d just been toppled over with a bookshelf due to him. Dammit, I’m never asking anyone for help again. He cursed to himself in his mind, among other, more colorful, phrases aimed at both his pain and at the cause of it.
That thought was countered a moment later as he felt the vibrations of something hitting the bookshelf and he only had a moment of time to see the cause for it: Jules’s boot. Kami’s eyes glared even more so at Jules, but the look quickly changed to that of worry as the shelf lurched back and forth, him moving his body opposite to it trying to get it back steady. It was a fruitless effort of course. The bookshelf was going to fall whether he liked it or not. Oh, shit. That was the thought that traveled through his brain as the shelf finally gave way and fell. He scrambled for some form of holdings, but the only thing he could grasp was unsteady and thus he wasn’t quite able to catch himself or get his legs under him before crashing to the floor with the shelf. Luckily he managed to get out of the way of the heavy object, so it didn’t fall a top him and crush him as it would have.
His hands went out to catch his weight so he didn’t fall flat on his face when he hit the ground, but as one of his hands connected with the hard floor a split second before the other and therefore took the most weight. Pain shot up that particular hand as well as the wrist and arm connected to it. He groaned in pain at it and just laid there on the floor for a bit, only dimly hearing the librarian. After a few moments though, despite the pain, he was reminded of the cause of what happened and pulled himself to his feet, turning his still angered gaze on Jules even as he clutched to the injured wrist with the opposite hand. “I said get me down not knock me down!” He hissed angrily, gripping his hand tightly in an effort to subside the pain. Just as he was about to start telling the other off though, he felt a hand come down to his wrist and he shot his gaze in the direction it came from. It was the librarian and as such he jerked his hand from her grasp and glared. “Don’t touch it.” He growled and at such the librarian backed up a bit, realizing his want for space.
Kami still held onto the injured limb as he turned back to Jules. There were so many spiteful things he wanted to say, but none came to his tongue. Instead he just settled for looking at him for a moment before looking around at the people who had gathered in their curiosity as to the situation. He felt heat flood to his cheeks in embarrassment at how pathetic he probably looked and since he hadn’t heard Jules’s description of what had happened, he didn’t know to correct it, thus making him look stupid to most onlookers. Some, at seeing he was generally alright, laughed and rightfully so. Kami knew he would laugh as well if he had happened upon something like this. This didn’t stop his bubbling anger and embarrassment though and soon he found himself picking up the book he’d been trying to get, with his uninjured hand, and throwing it forcefully at Jules, hoping to connect with some part of his body, before he began walking off, unmindful of the librarian following and trying to assist him.
His wrist and hand both throbbed insistently with pain and he had to grit his teeth against it. Some portions of his torso hurt as well, but they felt nothing like the pain coming from his injured limb. At worst, the small pains in his sides would become bruises, but his wrist ran the likelihood of being broken or at least sprained. Thinking about this, he went and seated himself at one of the tables nearby, resting his hands in his lap and putting his head on the table, shutting his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see if people were still watching him or if Jules decided to get him back for chucking the book at him. Not that he really cared about the latter at the moment. After all, what should he care how Jules felt after a book had been thrown at him? Hell, he’d just been toppled over with a bookshelf due to him. Dammit, I’m never asking anyone for help again. He cursed to himself in his mind, among other, more colorful, phrases aimed at both his pain and at the cause of it.
