Realistic or Modern Character Sheets for "Pass, Set, and Spike"

[SharkBark]

Here's a quick little format for you.

Image of OC (animated)
Name
Age
Year
Personality
Brief Background
Interest
Position
Height
Weight

 

[Minma]

Name: Minma Netto

Age: 17

Height: 5'11

Weight: 142

Year: Junior

Personality: Minma is a cool headed, alpha type of guy. He doesn't hold back when critiquing his teammates. He is charismatic and tends to give compliments. He is passionate and really does enjoy the game, and his position and volleyball. He has a strong willpower and a mind of a hard worker.

Brief Background: Minma played basketball from 6th grade to the 8th grade before joining the high school volleyball team his freshman year. He first started off as a libero in his freshman year. He was electrified to start playing volleyball. Basketball got boring for Minma, he was, simply put, just too good at it. Every year he started and every year he played they won the championship. Same in elementary school when he played soccer and baseball. Minma had always been ahead of his class in sports, making him a genius.

It wasn't until he became Lakeside's Libero's he would realize what it truly meant to go through the emotional drain of losing games. Winning came natural to the genius, it was like breathing, and Lakeside took that away. Volleyball took that away. All his life sports were boring to Minma but now he was challenged and deep down it pushed him. Minma's positive, bossy, attitude never changed. Even when he was carrying his teams to victory and setting his team up for losses on lakeside.

Lakeside became MInma's home, and volleyball became Minma's passion. The gym carries thousands of stories of games, practices, fights, tears, laughs, and more. Minma was there for the past two years and lived through so many of them. That, the fact that it was challenging, and his stubborn need for victory didn't let Minma give up on himself or his team. However his attitude by itself couldn't hold the team together.

Being the analyst and keen person Minma was he could see it coming before it happened. The dismemberment of Lakeside's volleyball team, but it was more than that for MInma. It was the loss of friends, a passion, and something he loved. After he finished off his sophomore year known as the ''okay, but not good enough setter to even think about going big time'' setter, MInma feel into a slight depression, however his mentality and strong willpower allowed him to pull himself out of it. That summer after the worst record of games Minma ever recorded in his life, he trained the hardest he ever did in his life that summer. It wasn't even for Lakeside, it was for himself, he had no knowledge of Lakeside's volleyball team opening back up again.

Countless nights and days, some cold some hot. Others had plentiful stars in the sky, some were short of a good performance and others were hard. By the end of the summer he was a new force. Way more skilled than 3 and a half months ago. He was quicker, smarter, and more comfortable with the ball and different plays. Even his aura was different. He was ready to take on the world.

Interest: Track, basketball, and drawing.

Position: Setter​

 

[SharkBark]

(photo by Marshiiwoo on Media Bang)

Name: Akito Suzuki

Age: 15

Year: Sophomore (Second Year)

Personality: Akito is a calm, mild mannered boy. He's not easy to anger, but he's easy to motivate. He often gets hyped up in games and begins yelling triumphantly. He tries to uplift his teammates as much as possible. He tries his hard to play as well as possible at his position and doesn't let a few mistakes alter his ego.

Brief Backstory: Akito had a mediocre childhood. It wasn't bad but, it wasn't good either. Because he was Black-Japanese, he was often called slurs by other children. This caused fights and made him seem like a menace to his town. He was shunned by his friends and his teachers gave him good grades because they thought he'd snap. One day, he couldn't take it anymore. He had to change himself. So afterwards, he studied hard, gave out as many compliments as possible, and supported other students. Four years afterwards, he was training to join the volleyball team. He was still in 8th grade, but wanted to try out for it next year. But then, by the time he had reached 9th grade, the team was disbanded. A year afterwards, Akito begged the coach to let him reboot the team, which is how he is where he is now.

Interests:
Volleyball
Making Friends
Food
Working out

Position: Outside Hitter

Height: 5'9

Weight: 137 lbs

 

[Dextra]

Saw you meantion it was an inter gender team, so decided on a female if I'm understanding that right.

Name:
Nozomi Knight

Nickname:
Nozi

Age:
14

Year:
First year

Personality:
Hot-headed, unpredictable, and bursting with energy. Nozomi is a girl who isn't afraid to say what she thinks, regardless of what others think. Nozomi, like a typhoon, causes havoc wherever she goes, and whether that's a good thing or a bad thing depends on which side of the bed she awoke on. She's honest, blunt, and slightly vicious, having been known to rip the heads off many people who irritate her. To anyone she dislikes, she can be the queen of insults, and she'll make damn sure you know she doesn't like you. To her friends, she is the most loyal person they have ever met, and she would take a bullet for you if necessary. She has been known to become frustrated during games in which she performs poorly, but most of the time all she needs is someone to help her get back into the game.

Brief Background:
Nozomi is a British-Japanese citizen. She spent the majority of her childhood in London, England, where she played volleyball a lot. Her time in England came to an end when her grandfather became ill and required care, and both her parents agreed that it was their responsibility because Nozomi's mother was his sole child.

As a result, the knight family packed their belongings and relocated to Japan. Nozomi already knew how to speak Japanese, thanks to her mother, who had taught her her entire life, but she had a distinct accent, indicating that she was not entirely Japanese. Combine that with her last name, and it wasn't long before she became a target for bullies. While Nozomi continued to play volleyball and loved the sport, she despised her teammates. It turns out that in this middle school, volleyball was the 'popular girl sport,' and Nozomi didn't fit in, mostly being treated as the team gofer, and the coach did nothing to intervene.

While she only played a few games in middle school, she quickly established a reputation as a skilled libero, which eventually drew the attention of her coach. He began to pick her to play more and more, much to the chagrin of her team and especially the old Libero. It didn't take long before Nozomi was given an ultimatum "quit the team or we'll make your life hell," she refused thinking that they had already done that what else could they do, but things went from bad to worse, the name calling became worse, the bullying changed from simple things to crueller things, they put chewing gum in her hair, poured drinks down her, and they made sure no one would be friends with her. They humiliated, bullied, and broke Nozomi down gradually until she snapped and unleashed all her pent-up rage on the captain at the start of her final year of middle school. She left her bloodied and bruised, and most people ignored her after that, which was nothing knew but even the bullies did. It resulted in her being barred from playing in her final year of middle school.

With such a thing on her record, it was nearly impossible for her to find a high school, let alone one with a volleyball team. Lakeside had been gracious enough to give her a chance, and she had no intention of squandering it.

Interest:
Volleyball
Music, mostly metal
Spicy food
Singing but she'd never admit it


Position:
Libero

Height:
5'1

Weight:
95 lbs

 

[AlphaBlueWolf]

Name: Mikaela "Mika" Makarov
Age: 14
Year: First year transfer student
Personality: Mika can be rude and short tempered; easily irritated. She's known to be a tomboy and doesn't take anyone's shit. She'll throw punches without a second thought which usually just stems from her being angry at her situation. She's more of a fight now talk later kind of gal. She can be soft and kind, but that's usually locked behind a tight door. She doesn't like getting things wrong and she doesn't like letting people know about herself and what she really likes.

Brief Background: Mika is a born and raised Russian, living originally in the capitol of Moscow due to her brother's career. Her brother, Aleksandr, is a champion volleyball player who made his debut in the Olympics two years prior. He only grew more and more famous as time went on and was renowned as Russia's best volleyball player. His good looks and charisma also sealed the deal for his career. However, that just made Mika grow up in her brother's shadow; always having to watch as his fame grew. She didn't mind it, well until his career landed them in Japan.

He'd started teaching her Japanese a few months before the move, which she didn't even realize was because they were moving. Next thing she knew, they were packing up and moving their whole lives to Japan just so that Aleks could train for the summer Olympics that were being held in Tokyo, Japan that year. Ever since then, her mood grew sour, and she transformed into a moody teenager. Her close relationship with her brother, practically the only living relative she had, was being torn because he'd decided to uproot their lives without her consent.

Mika has to take a special class to help with her Japanese as it sounds very broken, her slipping in Russian to fill in the blanks which no one understands. It can be frustrating when trying to communicate with other students. She also has a thick Russian accent, which can make the way she says things come out weird. She doesn't mind it, but the other students find it increasingly funny whenever she speaks. Practically the only reason she hasn't gotten too much bullying is because of her family ties, and because she'll beat the crap out of anyone who tries it.

She also gets severely seasick. She's used to Russia's colder climates which is a big contrast to Japan which is an island nation and has much warmer climates. She can't take being on sea as it makes her way to sick. When its frozen, that's a completely different story.

Mika doesn't immediately take to the idea of joining the team because she wants to defy Aleks as much as possible. Though, with rumors about her brother spreading, she'd be the perfect target for a member of the team.
Interest:
Volleyball (She used to play with her brother before he got famous)
Ice skating
The cold

Position: Middle blocker
Height: 4'9
Weight: 98 Ibs

 

[poiyuups]

Name: Gen Fujikawa
Age: 14
Year: First Year
Personality: Gen is the last girl you would expect to be playing Volleyball. A girly girl through and through, she maintains a chill demeanor always willing to go with the flow. This can often backfire as she is a naturalborn follower who struggles with making her own decisions. She's never really had to make her own calls or decisions before. She's a very amiable girl, always willing to befriend any soul. True intimacy though, spilling secrets and the title of best friend is incredibly hard to obtain.

Brief Background: Gen was born the beloved, third youngest child in a family of 9. The Fujikawa clan wasn't rich, but they got by comfortably with the money made from working as fishermen. The siblings would play all kinds of games to amuse themselves in their spare time, but Gen's favorite was always Volleyball. She wasn't necessarily a quick thinker, but she could jump high and put muscle into her spikes. Unfortunately, the siblings usually liked baseball or running, and so she had to put her own love for the sport on hold. That was the way it always was.

With her parents often away at sea, she was essentially raised and bossed around by her 6 elder siblings. Though that did contribute to her being a pushover, it also ensured she was always cared for no matter what. It's just that the way they loved was different from most families. Instead of treating her or asking how she was, they would swim and frolic around with her. They'd teach her how to apply first aid if she ever got injured.

When starting middle school, she didn't really think to join any sports clubs even if she enjoyed it. She could do that at home after all. Her best friend at the time however, suggested she join the Home Ec club where she gained a reputation for being a sweet, mild-mannered girl who handed out baked goodies to anybody. But even though she loved baking, something felt wrong. Like something was missing.

It was growing more and more clear that she missed Volleyball. Missed the rush she felt when she won a match. As her siblings got older, the odds of them playing the game only she loved grew smaller and smaller. There was a giant volleyball-sized hole in her heart that she had to get back.
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So when news spread of the revival of the volleyball team, to say she was excited was an understatement. She was pumped.

Interest:
Volleyball
Baking
Crafts

Position: Middle Blocker
Height: 5'5
Weight: 107 lbs​

 

[salem.]

(I may or may not have added a few things to the sheet, just a lover of info.)
(I am 0% responsible for any minor or major spelling mistakes i type very fast and i type long stuff ok)

Name: Connor Müller
Nicknames: His few friends call him ‘Connie’. But only the good blokes.
Age: 17, close to 18. So he just tells everyone that he’s 18.
Gender: Non-binary. He/Him They/Them pronouns.
Sexuality: Equal to a shrug and a squiggly arm motion. (Questioning? He‘s got enough problems and finding out if he’s gay or not is the least of them.)
Year: Senior
Personality: Snarky and rude, as he should be. Connor has a MASSIVE ego thanks to his background, legacy, volleyball team and just because he can have a healthy self-esteem that went too far. He’s the WORST stranger/person you aren‘t close to, but the BEST closest friend/relative. If he doesn’t know you, and doesn’t want to know you, then you better bet he’ll be a prick to you. On the other side, they’re one of the best friends to ever have, Müller knows exactly how to cheer someone up, they’re a great listener when they want to be, and have great conversa topics to last a lifetime. Sadly, he’s an asshole.

But as any asshole, they have bigger flaws and problems underneath their thick, slimy ugly shell.


Connor is known to be a bit of a chain smoker. (This, of course, will be explained in his backstory.)

Despite his age, Müller is a ‘stress smoker’ outside of school environments, after a busy day of school, they go home and take a fat rip. That makes it sound less serious than it is. Connor’s got a massive problem, but he isn’t telling anyone. Just yet. He needs to accept that this isn’t as ‘Cool’ or ‘Destressing’ as he thinks.

Word has been going around of him smoking, it’s just a rumor that’s gossiped around halls. It might be for his constantly increasing coughing. He just says that he’s sick, or something got caught in his throat.
Those lies won’t last long.

On a less serious flaw note: They’re a big sore looser, Connor won’t go down without a fight, and doesn’t enjoy accepting defeat, errors, and anything that proves that he made a big woopsie. Under their constant bad acts, he has this immense mountain of self doubt hidden across his wall of assholery.

He also has rage problems, Müller gets irritated extremely easily, a fly buzzing around him can make him loose control. Reason why he takes Anger Management Pills and Smokes. His therapist (who quitted) gave him a journal to just vomit his feelings into when there’s no one around to punch. They aren’t the type of person to punch a wall.

I should probably stop, but I’m feeling inspired. You can stop reading if you’d like by now.

He also has a bit of a problem with keeping his relationships stable, he might be really kind on the inside, but his selfish acts and bad habits drive people away. Which just makes him angrier and confused. Due to the lack of authority in his life, bullying and being a jerk has been one of his main coping mechanisms, therefore he thinks it’s right.
Likes:
: ̗̀➛ Winning, obviously.
: ̗̀➛Getting to insult or hurt people without consequences.
: ̗̀➛Sleeping
: ̗̀➛Volleyball
Dislikes:
: ̗̀➛Other people that aren’t him being right
: ̗̀➛Being proven wrong
: ̗̀➛People invalidating his ’feelings’ (Telling him that maybe it isn’t the best option to take out your rage on others.)
: ̗̀➛Loosing and getting angry about it (He looses, gets angry, regrets it, gets angry that he regrets it.)
: ̗̀➛Getting told that he’s emo. Don’t call him emo. He isn’t emo. Stop it.
Brief (I’m Sorry) Background:
quick disclaimer uhh his backstory is pretty dark and long so um if you don’t want to witness the stories of a madman with too much time on his hands just read the TLDR at the end of all the spoilers
and i refuse to reread this since it is so long so if there’s any major or minor spelling mistakes i am not sorry

Spoiler: CHAPTER 1: A star that shouldn’t be born.

Connor Müller was born far off somewhere in Eastern Europe, on a family of many riches. He lives a great life, being, of course, spoiled by bountiful gifts and the riches that his dad and mom had left for him if he happened to struggle with adult life. Which, he kind of is in a way.

Things were fine and dandy, he went to a good school, he had good friends, great grades, good behaviour, and good pretty much everything. A complete opposite of what he is now. He was always greeted home with a big, warm smile, a perfect meal waiting in the kitchen.

Both of their parents were supportive of him, being there when he first got bullied, scraped his knee, icecream fell, babying him and helping him grow on a safe environment, where he was protected from any danger that dared get close. Until…

Spoiler: CHAPTER 2: Oh, the misery.

His father decided to get an affair with a much younger, prettier lady. Upon being blackmailed by the husband of who he was sleeping in, Connor’s mother eventually found out. Daily fights begun, it broke poor Müller‘s heart to listen his parents argue in the next room Every. Single. Day.

As any growing kid, Connor began gaining interests, in the worst moment possible. He loved playing volleyball when he got the chance in P.E, and he wanted to practice the sport. But sadly, his parents were too busy arguing to pay attention. He felt lost, unheard, and sad. He had no one to speak to, as his friends began moving on from them due to their clingyness and desperate need of attention.

All of this seemed to line up on the worst moments, he was a developing kid, 10 year old at the time, and his parents constant arguing only made the environment he grew in worse. He began to inherited the abusive and angry behaviour of his mom, seeing as she was the one who lashed out on his father, coming to the point of hitting him. And he inherited the cowardliness, stupidness, and caged attitude of his father.

His grades got worse, he got constant reports of bad behaviour around his fellow students and authroity figures, this being rare, as he didn’t get caught most of the time, or threatened to shank whoever dared to speak up.

This only made his parents angrier, their frustration eventually shifting to their troubled child. The screaming and arguing was all around him now. His mom was enraged, out of control. In a bad moment, when Müller decided to speak up for himself, their mother threw a porcelain flower vase at them around his liver area, causing a real bad scar. He still has it.

Spoiler: CHAPTER 3: Organic Brain In A Panic.

After that horrifying event, his father was quick to take them to the nearest hospital, and that was the final straw for him. That man must’ve been real tolerant. After getting out of the hospital, he came home to blaring sirens and flashing red and blue lights.

The police were here to arrest his mother for domestic abuse, he felt... Happy. Mom was going away, so said his father. She wouldn’t come back. They wouldn’t let her. Hurting should be over, right?

Spoiler: CHAPTER 4: It’s already past our bedtime.

Connor thought it was going to only be him and his father on his house, safe from mom. But when the sirens were gone, the only thing left were suitcases. And his father prohibited him from entering the house once again. They had to move. Connor didn’t, and still doesn’t know why. But he won’t be able to ask.

And so, they arrived to Japan, somewhere somewhere. He refuses to remember the name of where he currently is, it just makes him remember.

He and his father lived in a modest house. With less than half of the riches they had before. It’s not like he knew, or cared anymore.

The moment he stepped into the school our story is set in, he was trouble. He was a really big bully, taking his rage out on poor, unsuspecting peers. His father, who was a kind man underneath all of the bad decisions he has made, saw all of the pain and suffering he had caused his son, and knowing that st the time he couldn’t help him, decided to take him to a therapist.

It was good, great, even. The therapist helped most of his problems… For a while. The months he had been away with a therapist, his father spent drinking alone to drown grief. After his problems were supposedly fixed, one time he came home to an angry, drunk mess of what his father once was.

His father, just like him, let out all of his vexation on his son. And like his problems, hit him in the face.

Hard.

Spoiler: CHAPTER 5: I feel sick to my stomach, or am I sick in the head?

He started all over again. Connor was so emotionally frail at the moment a single, uncontrolled hit from his father opened that emotional wound he thought had sealed. And it bled, and bled.

He hadn’t made such a deal of it at first, well, he did, but he didn’t quite show it.

In a moment of desperation, after coming home from school to a drunk, smoking father, a fight had broken down with both of them. All of Connor’s rage, sadness, confusion and resentment for what their father had done to their perfect family, came out with a single, devastating punch on his father’s head. It didn’t kill him, of course. It just left him with small brain damage and knocked out.

He wasn’t gonna get pushed around.

Not anymore.

Making up an improvised story on how he was beaten down on a bar, he left him at the hospital. He hasn’t planned to visit his father after that. He wouldn’t come back to him after he had done. He got away with beating him. And left him to rot in an hospital. Where he deserved to be. Alone. Miserable. Old.

Spoiler: CHAPTER 6 (END): This is what happens when you leave it to somebody else.

He came back home. No one to greet him, no one to even look at him. Liquor bottles broken down and shattered on the floor. Some brand new in the fridge. All bad memories, broken down into one single moment.

He had the biggest pile of money from his father to keep him afloat. He had his father’s signature, his permission wasn’t needed anymore. No authority could hold him back from doing exactly what he wanted.

He had the money to buy his pills, pay rent, and whatever other need. He was nearly an adult, and he knew how to defend himself. Connor didn’t need a caretaker anymore. Like he ever did after what happened.

And so, he signed up for his forgotten and ignored dream. Volleyball. His hopes were crushed by his struggles. But they were no more. No one to shout at him, no one to hurt him, no one to tell him no.

He signed up to the Fuhai team. No need for practice, he trusted in himself to find his strength and will to win, at something that didn’t necessarily harm others. His only outlet that didn’t harm HIM.

After getting all of the paperwork done, he felt complete. Finally he could be what he wanted to be. Do whatever he wanted to do.

He picked up the lighter, and pack of cigarettes.

He knew his father smoked, and when he did, things got much calmer. The times his father didn’t drink, but smoke, everything was better, his father treated him with the least human decency, and he thought the air smell nice when it happened. He had learned at school that smoking wasn’t good, but what was the point, if he had already done all the bad he was told not to do.

He reluctantly turned the cigarette on, and so his snowball of problems continued to roll down a hill, soon to break.

And at school, some of his friends who enjoyed being the worst to people smoked too! Because they thought it was cool to smoke. And Müller‘s smoking habit grew. It wasn’t a full-on addiction, he just smoked regularly to feel ‘better’. Hiding himself from the real problem.

Connor became this jerk, a walking problem. And underneath this prickly skin, was this sad, piqued and extremely troubled teen. Who just needed someone to help him, despite him not being able to accept that.

That was long and sad, eh? I hope you read all of that, cus’ it took a lotta time.

TLDR: kid is born into rich family, father gets in affair, family breaks down, moves to wherever this is taking place (i forgot sorry), becomes edgy and a smoker. It’s way more serious and better if you read the full thing, ya know?
Interests:
: ̗̀➛Volley, obviously.
: ̗̀➛Mad scribbling down on his journal(s).
: ̗̀➛Kicking nerds in the nose.
Position: Opposite Hitter of the rival team of the main babies.
Height: 6’5 (fuck you i’m making him the tallest)
Weight: 156 lbs (Underweight for the standard BMI)​

 

[Spiderverse]

Name: Haida Kusakabe
Age: 14
Year: Freshman (First Year)
Personality: Haida can be summed up in a sentence as a high energy thrill seeker with a penchant for causing trouble. Whatever he can do to get the adrenaline pumping will be attempted with glee, and there will definitely be a smile on his face from beginning to end. Its not just the thrills that have him grinning from ear to ear, but everything around him will always him smiling. Most people would consider him a hyena, with how much he laughs and smiles. While some people find it funny, others know of it for a different reason, to be afraid. While he may just seem like a hyper and giggly dude, Haida is all too willing to throw a punch, and hand deliver a beat down on some he believes deserves it, grinning all the while he does so.
Background
Haida grew up as an only child being raised by his single mother Setsuna, not ever seeing a hint of his father anywhere in his life. From what Haida's mother had told him when he asked, his father had supposedly been a really stand up guy, being a really kind and caring person when he first met his mom, but after Haida had been born, the man suddenly became distant from both his mom and his newborn son. Spending all day working and all night drinking, the man had been roped into gambling by one of his coworkers one night. Supposedly after a long string of bad decisions and lost money, he had racked up a serious debt, and fled the country the next day. All the man had left Setsuna was a note with a hastily written apology and some valuables that she could sell for money. The only reason she had found out about the gambling and mountain of debt was when gangsters had come a knockin'. It had been a few months after he had left, and Haida's mother had been desperately searching for some job she could take to at least feed Haida. According to her, the man who had lead the small group of gangsters sent to collect on the debt had taken one look at Setsuna, who had answered the door holding the baby Haida in her arms, and had told her why they were here, but to forget about it.

In order to keep their home, Setsuna had taken on three jobs, leaving Haida with daycare for most of the day and with the elderly neighbors for when the daycare had to close up. For most of his early years, Haida had really embodied the phrase "it takes a village". If not for the good will of his neighbors and those around him and his mother, it was hard to say whether or not the two would have survived. Once he had outgrown the elderly woman and her home, with Haida becoming too rowdy for the old woman to take control of, his mother had placed him in the community center, where he would play sports with the other kids until it was time for him to go, driven by the community center's director to his mother's grocery store, where her boss had allowed Haida to stay in his office while his mother worked. He would often mess around on the man's tablet, playing games and watching old kung fu movies until it was time to close up shop. But the walk home from his mother's third job was his favorite, as she would carry him in her arms, telling him fantastical versions of her days at work while they rode the bus home.

This blissful routine lasted until Haida moved into middle school, where his mother moved to a new city and a much better paying job. But unlike their old neighborhood, the people of this one didn't take too kindly to Haida or his mother Setsuna. Being a single mother and leaving Haida on his own at such an age had given her a bad reputation, and most kids Haida's age would try and make fun of him for it, but the boy was having none of it. Instead of shutting it down, Haida reacted violently, getting into a fight with whoever spoke badly of his mother. Quickly, he too had gained a bad reputation, one of a violent delinquent who was shunned from social circles, clubs, and after school programs that any kids from his school had gone to. Soon enough, Haida was left to wander the streets, at least until his mom would get home from work before she fell right asleep from the sheer stress of her new job. But it was enough to keep them in a better place, so she dealt with it, and Haida knew that.

The boy learned to cook with what little was left in the fridge, making enough for the both of them so they didn't have to live off of the occasional take out and minute make meals. He would get used to this routine, of enduring strife and ridicule, of rumors and foul words slung his way. He would wander the streets looking for some place to get his mind off of everything. One night, he heard it, a sound nearly akin to a perfectly thrown right hook, the THWACK that rang out across the neighborhood and outside the nearby gymnasium. With curiousity egging him on, Haida looked through the windows, to see a guy he could tell was at least a good 4 inches shorter than him leaping off the no ground and smacking a ball down HARD. It was exciting, sending a chill down his spine and forcing a grin on his face. Rushing over to the door, he forced it open and shouted how he wanted to play, surprising all but the guy he had seen slam down the ball. The guy walked off the court and tossed him a spare ball, smiling: "Learn how to play first".

Haida's immediate reaction had surprised even himself, as without hesitation he turned around and walked home, spinning the ball in his hand, clutching onto it with a tight grip. He learned the next day at school that what he watched them play was volleyball. From then on he visited the gymnasium, every day, without fail. He watched, he learned, until he could replicate that beautiful sound. And eventually, learning of his new high school's fresh team, he approached with excitement to join.

Interests

• Volleyball
• Video Games
• Martial Arts

Position: Outside Hitter
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 156 lbs.

 

[onestepback]

Kellen Otaski

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  April 16th
  

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  Tokyo, Japan
  

  * Real Name

  Kellenarin Jone Otaski
  

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  Kellen is really nice, and has only a good side. he enjoys playing with his dog, he also likes gaming. he can be rude when sleepy and goes to sleep really early. he is very fast and tall and likes to zone out. he's kind of bland so yea
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Kellen has always been obsessed with volleyball. even when he was a little kid and also enjoys the outside. he loves the summer and enjoys ice cream. he has this weird fear of pineapples.
  

  
  
  
  
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♡coded by uxie♡

 

[onestepback]

also hes a outside hitter for the other team-

 

[AlphaBlueWolf]

("Regular Toki" Except he's got a lot of scaring on his left eye and generally his left side.)

(Tokito bagged up after the car accident and in his hospital gown)

Name: Tokito "Toki" Furukawa
Age: 15
Year: Freshman year (Repeating his freshman year due to 'circumstances')
Personality: Tokito was a shy, silent and modest boy before the accident occurred. The same is true after the accident, the silent part more so now. He's a selective mute, not talking much to people anymore which can cost him in a game. He gets frustrated when trying to remember things and can lash out at people because of his frustrations, especially when they talk about things he can't remember. Otherwise, he stays silent. He doesn't like to interact much with his teammates outside of practice and games, a stark difference from before. He keeps headphones with him to even avoid the interactions. He loves animals, especially dogs, and finds comfort in playing around with them. He will not let people touch the volleyball Kaito gave him from the hospital. Anyone touches it, besides Kaito, and they will feel his pent-up frustration and wrath.

Brief Background: Tokito had been a smiling, bright kid all the way up until high school. He spent his time with his two loving parents and kicked around a volleyball as a child, learning in middle school that that was not how you played. He learned all the skills he needed in middle school, an 8th grader taking him under his wing and showing him how to play. He was sad when that 8th grader graduated the next year, looking up to him like a big brother figure. But he did make a promise to get out of his shell and join his middle school's team in 7th grade, which he did. He learned from his mistakes, grew, and become one of the best on his team. People started calling him the silent victory song. Silent because of his nature, and victory song because that was the meaning of his name. Well, also because he helped to win many victories for his team. He became good friends with his team, but their faces would eventually fade in his memory.

A year later, end of 8th grade, and he was being scouted for the Fuhai team. The Silent Victory Song would be making his way onto the court for Fuhai. It was pretty much a dream for him, considering he was your run of the mill average kid from not even a well-known family. His new team members seemed scary, bigger than the small shrimp that was Toki and seemingly better too. He was sure he wouldn't stick out, but his parents still cheered him on as he played an impressive season for Fuhai in his freshman year. He wanted to show them he could dominate the court as much as they could. Even if he was small and shy, he had the ability to play and win. He had the determination and passion for the sport to land them a victory.

After nationals and Fuhai's win, his parents wanted to take him out to celebrate his first victory with Fuhai. Tokito had begged his parents to let him go out with the team, being selfish. However, they wanted to do a family thing, go out to a restaurant and celebrate. Toki was being a little brat to his parents, something he would deeply regret if he could remember. The game had run late, so it was already dark when they had started their drive. Tokito was in the back seat, not really paying attention when his body was pitched forward, the only thing stopping him from flying was his seat belt. He heard the windows break and shards of glass cut deep into his skin. His body was a little weightless for a second before the car crashed onto its side with Tokito heating the side hard and blacking out.

The next thing the fourteen-year-old knew, he was in a hospital bed, in a white gown, and he couldn't remember anything. What's more, he was no longer fourteen. He'd immediately panicked, ripping off the cords and infusion pump. His head pounded and he ran out of the hospital. He was found a day later, huddled up and dirty in the woods. His mental state was fragile. He felt lost and alone. He couldn't even remember his own name. He probably wouldn't have if the officers hadn't been able to identify him. He was taken back to the hospital for testing, rehabilitation, and mental stability. He was diagnosed with very advanced retrograde amnesia, the inability to recall events and details from his life before the accident. Tokito began getting aggressive and snappy, stemming from his inability to remember and the headaches he'd get when he'd try to. There was nothing that seemed to help him remember.

Soon enough, the boy who couldn't remember anything was getting regular visits from an older boy with darker hair. Kaito Fujihara. The boy who had helped him learn to play volleyball in middle school. He was an instant trigger for Tokito along with the volleyball he had brought along with him. On it read the words in bold print, 'The Silent Victory Song will be heard once more!' Of course, Toki couldn't understand any of this. He still felt a strong yearning for both the boy and the ball, as if they were calling to him. Kaito was the one person who could get through to Tokito. He never lashed out at him or got angry when he brought up something he couldn't remember. He felt a deep calm around Kaito who explained about his past as a volleyball champion of the court. When he was removed from the hospital after months of visits from Kaito, he found himself a home at his place. The Fujihara family had agreed to foster him for the time being, and maybe even adopt him if Tokito found himself liking the place. It was hard navigating the new family and quarters, but he found himself slightly remembering bits and pieces around Kaito. He started having less and less episodes and getting a little bit back. He remembered volleyball skills as Kaito taught him once more. When school started up again, he returned to Fuhai high school, though not as a sophomore. He'd missed almost half of his freshman year while being comatose in the hospital. He'd been required to repeat the year, especially since his knowledge from that year had vanished from his memory. His place on the team had been debated on. His therapist and doctors said it'd been risky, especially with his sickly thin body from poor eating habits that border lined on disorders. But, as Tokito played a practice match with the team, he looked like the bright boy he was again. After the match, he recalled a game Fuhai had played that had ended much like the practice one. It was determined that volleyball was a trigger to help him remember, and so he was allowed to play once more for Fuhai.

His first few games had been a disaster for him. He had come out of the hospital with plenty of scars, a weak left ankle, and blurry visibility in his left eye, his left side taking the brunt of the injuries due to it being the impact zone of when the car had slammed on its side. He wasn't able to pinpoint where the ball was, and he'd collapse when making turns with his left ankle. He'd been subbed out and left to sit on the bench. His coach wasn't so keen on keeping him in, wanting to have the best team rather than caring for the kid's amnesia. The stress started piling up and he started having more episodes. His therapist was considering on taking him out of the court when she thought of a new solution. In dropped Haru, the pooch with the thick fur and ray of sunlight. His emotional support dog started following him everywhere, even being allowed at school to help with the stress and anxiety. Haru came to practice each day and became known as the team's little mascot. Of course everyone would love the friendly Golden Retriever. And Tokito did too. His mental state improved a great deal and he was able to play somewhat well again. He couldn't control what happened as a result from his left side injuries, but he could at least be mentally prepared to try his best in games.

Interest:
Volleyball
Drawing
Animals
Kaito
Haru (The sunshine Golden Retriever)

Position: Setter
Height: 4'9
Weight: 90 Ibs

 

[SharkBark]

Name: Shinohara Toshio
Nickname: "Shino"
Age: 15
Year: Sophomore

Personality: Shinohara is a genuinely calm person, and it's very obvious. The way he carries himself it's, soothing. He walks as if he has not a care in the world, and that everything is good for him when, in reality, he's broken. And after a while, he's noticed that most of his team is the same way. He's usually kind and will be supportive of you if you're close him. If you're not, he won't really acknowledge you. He's also what people would call, "brutally honest". He'll tell you the truth, even if it hurts you.



Background:

-- A baby brother, and an asshole. --​

Shino has always been really good at giving emotional advice. And that's because he's had the most problems. Someone once said, "The people who give the best advice, usually have the most problems. Where else do they get these solutions from? Experience."

He's been struggling since he was seven. It all started when his younger brother was born. Sako Toshio. 7 year old Shino instantly fell in love with him, and vowed to protect him for the rest of their lives. He would always offer to take care of him. He'd, without hesitation, change his diaper, comfort him when he cried, and tucked him to sleep. It was all going well. Until Jaden.

Jaden was a foreign boy from America who had just moved into their neighborhood. Shino doesn't know how it is in America but, for some reason, Jaden was a huge asshole, and physically abusive. He had extreme anger problems and would constantly fight people that made him mad. And because he was 5'2 at 10, he was pretty intimidating. Since Shino didn't want Sako to be around him, he often made sure to not meet paths with him. Anywhere Jaden was, they'd be somewhere else. The cycle was going well until one day, Shino accidentally took them to the same park as him. He thought it was going to be terrible but, after hanging out with him, he realized that he was just a softy. The moment he saw Sako, he was as kind as ever.

Shino and Jaden became good friends at that point. Jaden would always come over to help take care of Sako, and sometimes they'd play video games. Shino genuinely thought Jaden was a great person. But things aren't always as they seem. Shino had to learn that the hard way.

-- Never Again. --

*Warning. Mentions Death and Violence.*​

It was the worst mistake he had ever made in his life.

By the time Shino was 11, he and Jaden were the best of friends. They had only known each other for one year but, they felt a strong connection. They stayed together, despite their differences. Shino was calm and collected, while Jaden was often angry and cold. In fact, Shino has had to calm Jaden down a few times to make certain he didn't hurt Sako. Jaden hated the sound of crying. It made his ears ring and blinded him with rage. Shino should've known how this would turn out.

One day, Shino went out to the store for toddler supplies and left Jaden alone to watch a 4 year old Sako. He expected it to be a quick 5 minute checkout then he'd come back and play with them again. But no. Everyone's good luck runs out after a while. It was horrible. Terrible. Shino wanted to throw up. The smell. It assaulted his nose and made him gag. He walked back into the house to see Jaden on the couch alone, watching TV. Sako being no where to be found.

"Hey, Jaden. Where's Sako? Is he asleep?" He had asked that day. But Jaden had just shrugged.

"What do you mean, "shrug"? You were here the whole time, you should know where he is." He had continued. But Jaden just pointed to a closet. Shino walked over to it, and the closer he got, the stronger the stench was. And god, Shino wished he had never left.

There his 4 year old brother was, motionless in the closet, his eyes white and cold. When Shino rushed over to him, he realized that he wasn't breathing. That he was...he was dead. Remembering what he had learned at school, Shino did extensive CPR on his baby brother's lifeless body. After 15 heartbreaking moments, he was still dead. And it would stay that way forever.

Suddenly, Shino's calm demeanor was overtaken by pure rage. He screamed at Jaden, demanding he tell him what happened, tears still flowing from his eyes. And yet, even after all of this. Jaden pointed at a pillow, and shrugged.

"He kept crying and I got annoyed. So, I silence him." Jaden told him. That was it. Shino snapped. It all happened so quickly but, next, he found himself smashing in Jaden's face with a remote, blood flying onto his face and the sound of Jaden's nose breaking flushing his ears. Shino probably would've killed him that day if it wasn't for him passing out from mental strain.

He woke up in a hospital bed, his parents sobbing violently around him. It all came back to him. Jaden. The pillow. And, fuck. Sako.

Shino's parent's pressed charges and Jaden was supposed to be sent to juvie but, it wasn't possible. Turns out, the beating with the remote he got from Jaden had given him permanent brain damage, making him mentally damaged and brain dead. Jaden had been the one who had killed the baby, but in the end, Shino was sent to Juvie for 2 years.


When he got out, the first thing he saw was a volleyball. It had rolled into the street after a kid had hit it out of bounds. The way the kid channeled all of his force into it was satisfying to Shino. As if he had put all of his emotion through it. Shino decided to take up volleyball and that's exactly what he did. He spiked the ball with all of his channeled rage and sorrow and became a strong middle blocker. Fuhai saw him as the perfect player, and that's where he is now.

Position: Middle Blocker

Team: Fuhai

Points Per Game: 17

Blocks Per Game: 12

Saves Per Game: 3

Height: 5'10

Weight: 153 lbs.

Hair Color: Purplish White

Eye Color: Teal


Interests:
Babies
Volleyball
Music
Reading

Hates:
Jaden
People with anger issues (Connor isn't included in this)
Jail

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[KaiMedia]

Name: Haruto Takahashi
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 130lb
Year: Freshman

Personality: In social situations Haruto is usually pretty reserved. Not shy or distant or anything like that he just doesn't tend to show a ton of emotion usually keeping a pretty straight face only giving small smiles or frowns here and there. To go along with this he doesn't say a lot preferring to keep his responses short and only filling them with the information that actually matters. Tho if you get him in private with somebody he likes being around he has been known to be a bit of a chatter box at times.
However on the court he is like a different human being very vocal when he needs to be and putting his emotions on full display. He takes the sport very seriously and it shows by how he acts even though he has been known to be a little full of himself sometimes thinking he is far better than he his and seeming a bit arrogant. That's of course not to say he isn't a talented player just not always as talented as he thinks.

Brief history:
Haruto was born in Japan to Haru and Hina Takahashi two world class Olympic athletes quickly setting in stone his destiny to follow in their footsteps and become an athlete as well I mean how could he not surely he would bring shame to the family if he didn't right? At four Haruto and his family moved to Russia so his dad could pursue some opportunities to play Volleyball which happened to include playing for Russia's Olympic team. By six Haruto began showing interest in gymnastics his parents quickly getting him the best professional coaches money could buy at seven his focus switched. While he still loved doing gymnastics and had no real desire to stop it became clear to him that he wanted to play volleyball just like his father. He would constantly be hitting a ball around the house, the park, or really anywhere he could get away with it. He even started begging his dad to take him to practice with him where he would carefully study everything the players would do trying to perfect his own technique. It didn't take long for Haru to notice his son's fascination with the sport and just like that Haruto went from gymnastics to volleyball 2 hours a day five sometimes six days a week.

Haru never wanted to force volleyball on his son but if Haruto wanted to play he was going to make sure the boy trained hard and did everything he could to be the best. Unbeknownst to Him however this extreme training regiment quickly began stressing Haruto out sure he was interested in playing but to a seven year old this was insane but Haruto just sucked it up and pushed through guessing this is just what happens when both of your parents are Olympic athletes and he doesn't really have a choice. Needless to say Haruto began putting pressure on himself to be the best to not disgrace his family not knowing that both of his parents would be completely okay with him never playing a sport at all. Eventually Haruto got used to the training and even liked it feeling off anytime he missed a session completely ruining his mood. Haruto love volleyball and he loved training he felt more alive on a court than he did anywhere else this led to him becoming quite good at the sport and finding his place on the team tho he had trained pretty much everywhere throughout his life it was no question that he liked playing opposite it was his sweat spot and his home.

Interest: Other than Volleyball Haruto likes to do Gymnastics, He also enjoys science, and Music

Position: Opposite