Kokoro Hall

[Life.]

Alright so like any normal apartment building, THERE IS GOING TO BE AN ACCEPTING PROCESS. So I will be evaluating the applications turned in. Really I am going to be lenient on what type of characters there are (as long as we don't have two the same or similar) as long as you follow the following requirements.





Hello newcomer! I am Ryukonase, Nasame and I am the Kokoro Hall's owner.


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Now I hear you want to be a part of the Kokoro family? Pfff...well I wish you luck in that part. Here we are rather...different. We come in all shapes and sizes and with unique personalities and let's just say lives. But here we don't accept just anybody! You will have to impress me before you can join the ranks. Anyways here is an application for you to fill out...even though you might not have a shot. But hey! Who says you might be one of the lucky chosen ones! Well I will leave you to the application now.


Hmmmm? What's this? You want to know about me? What's it got to do with you!


Fine. I guess since I'm asking about you, I will tell you about me.


Name: Ryukonase, Nasame


Nickname: "Drunkard Police"


Age: 26


Gender: Female


Occupation: Building owner as well as a former army lieutenant


Favorite Color: Purple


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Likes: Guns, swords, clubs (both kinds)


Dislikes: Sadness, hopelessness, frogs


Hobbies: Fencing, martial arts, drinking


About Me: Born to a line of samurais I was already destined to be in the correction unit. But since the samurai ways have dwindled I decided to head towards the new modern way of justice. Soon becoming a police officer. Now even though my life seemed pretty steady it wasn't. At a young age I was rather abused by my father, even though he may have been in the lineage of samurais he sure did not act like one. I grew rather defiant and rebellious against him. I wasn't the one to shrink away and be subservient to him. Once I was able to live on my own I seized the opportunity. I was thirteen when I moved out. Coming out of years of abuse was rather difficult. I was quick to snap at people and not trust anybody. Yet it seemed though that I had this strange aura that attracted people. Eventually after pushing many people away I became tired, so I decided to try this friendship thing. And it wasn't so bad. I actually became a lot happier, healthier, and smarter. My friends said I was stubborn, a riot, loud, intimidating, sarcastic, and hot-headed. Most of those things I believed myself to be those qualities, but I also saw myself as lonely and uncertain. The only reason why I keep my voice clear and loud is so I sound confident. Confidence allows me to appear as a leader and independent. And the surprising part was that I was terrific at this leader job. Although at first I had to learn how to hold back my tongue or else I was punished. It was difficult but eventually I yielded. Now I am a sucker for small animals but I will not reveal it on my face. Well crap...that just spilled out of my mouth. You listen up here this is between only you and me, got it? Back to my story. After discovering these qualities of mines I decided to join the military. I earned many medals and recognition. This gave me some pride in that I didn't become some helpless wife with traumatic problems. I was so skilled and honored that I became a lieutenant. It was great being at such a high position but...I don't know...I felt empty. At some point I was a living robot. One of the coronels had watched me grow up and saw through my facade so he decided to retire me as well as give me this building. At first I was against the offer but eventually I felt attracted to this building. I moved into this empty building at the age of 23. So this is still a fairly new building barely any residents have lived here. This is the largest amount that has lived here really. So yeah...that's my story.


Medical conditions/allergies: Allergic to misanthropes (people-haters [she isn't really allergic she just despises them enough to not want to be around them])


Anything else you want to know about me?


Everyone here addresses me as sir. And you will too as well if you want to live here. And I will be out of the hall most of the time entrusting all who live here that they will behave. *glares*


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*Name:


Nickname(s): (Optional)


*Age: (Must be 16 or older. But not too old.)


*Gender:


*Occupation: (Student, doctor, unemployed, grocery bagger, etc.)


Favorite Color:


(What color for your player's text.)


Sexuality:





What are your likes?


(At least three)


What are your dislikes?


(At least three)


*Any hobbies?


(At least three)


*Tell me a bit about yourself:


(This is both personality and biography. A minimum of a paragraph for both personality and biography.)


(You can post in either first or third for this portion otherwise the rest of the roleplay STAYS third person.)


*Any medical conditions/allergies?





Anything else that we should know about you?





*MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION: Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?


Spots:


Room #120 - Tomoto, Quyoya (@LifeNovel) - Illusory Wizard


Room #121 - McConners, Willamina (@theunderwolf) - Irish Musician


Room #122 - Elizabeth, Lucy Evergale - (@Black Masquerade) - ADHD Princess


Room #123 - Koibito, Kolto (@Lexielai) - Freedom Seeking Millionaire Son


Room #124 - Dee Jay (@BlackJack) - American Forensic Gamer


Room #125 - Park, Kaine Shimn (@Plushie) - South Korean Evangelist Teacher Mix


Room #126 - Hanase, Kei (@Nutter) - Hardworking Flirt


Room #127 - Warai, Akito (@Lucem Tenebris) - Redeeming Artist

 

[theunderwolf]

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*Name:


Willamina McConners


Nickname(s):


Will. PLEASE.


*Age:


21


*Gender:


Female


*Occupation:


Musician (Violinist, plays in bars)


Occasional bouncer when the need arises.


Favorite Color:


Green


Sexuality:


Bisexual


What are your likes?


-Music


-Books


-bars


What are your dislikes?


-Light beer


-Interruptions while shes playing


-Silences


*Any hobbies?


-A very skilled handyman.


-Boxing (Punched a few touchy drunkards, liked it, now does it for exercise)


-Amateur barkeep


*Tell me a bit about yourself:


SOOOO I guess the first thing I should tell you about is why an irish lass like myself ended up in japan. Well my Ma was a Japanese business women who was making some deals and was pretty close to being fired. So she was pretty sad and ended up walking into Da's bar when he was performing. And well things happened its a totally sweet story I'll tell you later but the end result is he moved back with her to japan and they got married. It was really sweet. Anyway eventually ma popped me and out and that was that. Flashing forward, I'm a violist myself now and I hire myself out to bars, usually my dads but I go higher class sometimes. Me wise, I'm a passionate person, and people like hearing me talk, I think. They never seem to be able to get a word in edgewise. I'm passionate and friendly and absolutely love music and well, don't say I'm too cliche Irish but I'm a big barfly, and have been since before I could even drink. Da reopened a bar here in town, and I pretty much grew up there. And I Love books especially books about love and. Oh god. I didn't say that. But yeah I'm a big reader and I love talking about books.


*Any medical conditions/allergies?


Nope!


Anything else that we should know about you?


Nope!


*MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION: Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?


I want to be a little more independant. As I said, my Da practically raised my in his bar and well living with my main employer is a little straining, i want to strike out a little more, meet some new people and well living here seemed like a good way to do it.


((Hope this is ok!))
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[BlackJack]

Dee Jay

"I never had a family, so I just tell everyone to call me Dee Jay, my initials were that..wonder what my real name was.."

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*Age:

"

23, 2 circles, 3 points on a triangle... ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED..wait no that means I'm Illuminati

"


23


*Gender:

"

Pretty sure I'm male, but what If all males were females but did not know it yet..

"


Male


*Occupation:

"

I am a forensic scientists assistant, right now I'm working towards becoming one

"


Forensic Scientists Assistant, Training to become a Forensic Scientist


Favorite Color:

"

Orange, the color of topaz in a sense, which is also my birthstone

"


Orange

Sexuality:

"

I have way to many problems for people to love me, like my tendency to never sleep...maybe my OCD...yeah too much to deal with

"


Heterosexual

What are your likes?

"

Oh man this is not hard at all, I love video games, things that challenge my mind and my meds...yeah my meds really help me out

"


Video Games


His medication


Challenging cases or puzzles


Nerdy movies and such

What are your dislikes?

"

Well I dislike a lot of things, mostly people who make fun of me

"


People who make fun of how odd he is


OCD, Unwanted thoughts OCD not the forced to do things one


Girls who are super flirty


People who try to take his stuff

*Any hobbies?

"

Only real hobby I can think about would be video games, maybe looking into conspiracy theories as well, they always get my brain thinking

"


Video Gaming


Reading, whether it be his odd nerdy books or reading up online about theories


Can fix anything technological, he is amazingly smart with electronics and any confusing words he is like a walking dictionary


Designing video games

*Tell me a bit about yourself:

"

I will start with biography, you are probably questioning why an american in in japan and the answer is I came with my boss to work on cases here, seeing how I have no family other than my uncle and grandmother back in New York they don't really mind so I'm here for a bit with my boss to work on a couple cases, I am great at cases. My parents were killed when I was younger, they never found the culprit so I swore to one day find the man who did this. (P.S- He is probably part of the Illuminati or the secret KGB) But it's all in the past now, I went to a couple of foster homes, no one wanted me because I was the weird brainy kid who could never shut up and was afraid of everything so my grandma who was housing my uncle took me in, they were awesome people but it felt lonely there because my grandpa was missing and my aunt was always in and out normally drunk. I moved to escape the past other than the case, I'm still stringing that together...but one day I will figure it all out, sorry it was such a brief history.


For my personality, it's easy for me to explain because I know whats wrong I just can't keep myself from acting this way. I'm a loner normally, always in my room and never talking to anyone because i was always picked on for being different. I also am super paranoid, because you never know who could be watching you like japans version of the NSA....I am always jumpy and seem to be a spaz most of the time if you surprise me. I always seem to be nervous about something because of my ocd which tends to ruin my life...of course. Hmmm well I mean I have some good traits, I am super nice to everyone and I am rarely mean and super nerdy, which is good in my book. I am very funny I guess because I say stuff without thinking. I am really smart and I tend to correct people and ask a lot of questions which I am sorry about, I have to ask...I just have to. I probably have more traits but I focus on the bad ones sadly, I think of them too much, you'll figure me out soon enough. I also dont get much sleep so I always look tired."

*Any medical conditions/allergies?

"

Again I have OCD which is slightly a problem but more for myself, and I also am allergic to flirting and peanuts, I swear

"


OCD


Allergic to Peanuts


Insomnia from his traumatic experience

Anything else that we should know about you?

Dee Jay voice is always shaking and sounds very nervous all the times, he almost always eats pizza and his boss is kinda a jerk so he tends to come home sad. Dee jay almost never sleeps.

*MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION: Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?

"

Because my boss is a jerk he would not let me live with him so to be honest I just want somewhere to stay so I can just get away from it all...is that to hard to ask...hopefully here I can meet people who might be able to stand me and will like me but really I guess I want a place to stay

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[Life.]

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Spoiler

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Tomoto, Quyoya

"Are you a magical being too?"

Nickname(s):

"Most often people call me insane but that isn't a nickname of mines."


Q or Moto


*Age:


"I am of legal age to create spells!"


18 years old


*Gender:


"I am but of course the most powerful sorceress of this world!"


Female


*Occupation:


"What kind of question is this? I'm obviously a wizard in training!"


Home-schooled student


Favorite Color:


"A witch's color is always purple...sometimes green...but always purple!"


Dark Purple


Sexuality:


"Mmm I don't know there are so many fascinating creatures out there...I encompass my love for all. Even though many don't love me."


Pansexual


What are your likes?


"That's simple; snakes, spiders, cauldrons, potions, food, magic spell books, knives, wands, cats, darkness, and much more!"


Snakes


Spiders


Cauldrons


Potions


Food


MAGIC SPELL Books


Knives


Wands


Cats


Darkness


What are your dislikes?


"Gosh there's so many...goblins, demons, religions, hate-magic muggles, these so-called gods, and lots more."


Goblins


Demons


Religions


Hate-magic muggles


So-called gods


*Any hobbies?


"Well everything that has to do with magic of course! Spell-casting, potion-making, future-telling, transmutation, and many more."


Spell-casting


Potion-making


Future-telling


Transmutation


Becoming a sorceress


*Tell me a bit about yourself:


"Okay let's see...well I am a sorceress if I had not said so already. But my real parents keep telling me I'm some muggle. Ha they must be crazy to think that I don't have magic powers. I was the age of three when I discovered my gifted powers. Those magicians you see are not the real wizards. The real ones are the ones who make people believe. Not the ones who ask people to believe. At first it was with simple things like changing the colors of papers or the shape of a rubber band. But soon I was able to create potions that caused some odd effects. It was a wonderful childhood, or at least it should've been...but my parents wholly rejected me. Many people kept calling me freak or special...and my parents...my parents were just disappointed and never protected me. The only one who believed in me was my grandma. But she barely lived to see me grow. I grew up on my own. This made me independent quickly but I didn't like the feeling of being alienated. So I decided to run away. At first I thought it was a mistake, running away at the age of seven but then I was able to fully free myself from the chains of conformity. Quickly I learned how to survive off the streets by gaining money through magic tricks. Yes I had to use those cheap magic tricks but they helped. For years I lived on the streets caring even those homeless around me. I wasn't able to receive any education though but through just reading in the library. My learning process was slow and quiet stressful until the librarian began helping me out. She saw me struggling one day and asked my situation. Afterwards I began weekly lessons with her. It took me about 10 years of non-stop learning to catch up on the grade level I was supposed to be in and in fact I surpassed it by one grade. So I had a pretty eventful life living in the streets eventually being taken care of other homeless people and the librarian. Even the small food shops nearby knew me by name and was quick to offer me meals. I basically became the child of the streets. Then came the time where the government wanted the homeless people to begin living in some sort of housing to make the appearance of the city cleaner. This led me to seek out a home. Luckily the librarian heard about this low-price housing apartment building. And right away I felt warm and welcomed here feelings I had not felt in such a long time.


Well that was basically a summary of my history and now onto my wonderful qualities.


I am quirky, awkwardly social (unless it comes to magic), spontaneous, noisy, crazy, neither happy or sad but fascinated by life. Learning and experiencing are things I enjoy doing, especially if it involves destruction and explosions those are the best! I am accepting of any type of personality really since I wish to not act like parents how they treated me. I am willing to be anyone's friend and I usually don't understand "personal space" so watch out! I'm not really talkative but when I do talk people often say I do connect to the topic, but I mean when you're talking about magic how can you not be on point? I am happy the way I am but I still have some self-esteem issues. I am not in the medical staged of horrible self-esteem issues but I contain the average amount. Relationships are a huge boost to my self-esteem. I love the company of people and lives really. Having to speak with the undead a lot of the time makes you want to hang out with living souls. Trying new things is what I'm all about! I'm not afraid to try new things or food. Everything in this world was made for us! So why not use it?


I am neither ambitious nor a giver-upper. The smooth flow is what I like to follow. Eventually I will reach my goals, which makes me a procrastinator you can say. Alright let's see what other else...I am caring, kind, and clumsy. When I feel like being my true witch self I become dark, brooding, even a little mean, intimidating, wicked, awesome, and cool! But really I can get mean if someone makes me angry. Although I may not look like it I can handle myself. The sunlight may bother me but mean people burn me. I understand that some people may have some issues with me but that does not mean you have to hate my guts. I have no reason to hate people unless they give up on life themselves. Usually I am not this deep philosophical about life. It usually gets me down I enjoy the witch I am. It keeps my everyday life full of magic and whim. It also sometimes adds a bit of light to some people's days. Well that is the basic frame of my personality. It really is kind of hard to fully describe myself so I will just reveal myself more as soon as I live here!"


*Any medical conditions/allergies?


"Not that I know of."


None discovered at the moment.


Anything else that we should know about you?


"I have a pet snake named Slithisis. Here's a picture."

"Cute isn't he? He's a Black Mamba from Africa. Very venomous snake, but don't worry I put a spell on him to rid of his poison!"


Has a pet snake that had an underdeveloped poison sac making him not venomous.


*MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION: Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?


"Mmmm? Why I want to live here? Well that's an easy question. I want to find a family that will accept me the way I am. And I believe that I can find my family here."

 

[Nutter]

Hanase, Kei

Just call me whatever...

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Spoiler

*Age: ​

19




*Gender:

Believe it or not, he is a DUDE. A male, if you want to be scientific about it.




*Occupation:

College student, works part-time at a nearby convenience store. He does some other odd jobs in his spare time.




Favorite Color:

Blue




Sexuality:

He's about as straight as ramen noodles. A homosexual through and through.






*Tell me a bit about yourself:

((This is ridiculously long, but it's much better than what I had before in my opinion. I probably overdid it though, sorry. I have a problem where I don't know how much is too much >.<))

Kei is pretty much your average guy, save for the fact that he’s a total flirt. He’ll flirt with everyone, despite only dating men. A go-with-the-flow type person, Kei doesn’t take anything too seriously, at least not romantic relationships. He has his reasons, but that’ll have to come later. First, more on his personality.


Well, although Kei likes to play and fool around a lot, he’s not that bad of a guy. He’s always considerate towards his partners and friends, even if he doesn’t really understand what is going on. Girls get along with him because he’s kind of a lovable idiot, and guys get along with him mainly because he’s just a fun, energetic person. The only problem arises when his friends use him as a mediator to meet possible romantic interests, in which he becomes a sort of third wheel and just a ball of awkwardness. Kei can play it cool pretty easily, but in reality he has trouble in these types of situations. He tries not to say anything because his biggest fear is probably losing all of his friends, so he often ends up being unnecessarily careful around them to the point where he’s not even sure if he’s actually being himself anymore.


It is not very clear whether Kei is actually a “lovable idiot,” doesn’t care, or is just plain stupid sometimes. With some things (often relationships,) he can be extremely perceptive about them. With others, like basic skills of life (cooking, doing laundry, etc.), you’d think he came here from a different planet. School is a bit of a struggle for him also, but he managed to make it into the local college in this area. He’s actually pretty hardworking where he was taught it matters, like work and school, despite coming off as loud and occasionally disruptive. He likes doing work if he’s not playing with friends because it gives him something to do. He’s kind of a busybody, if only to keep his mind from straying into sketchy territory that he’d rather it stay out of. He really hates thinking, and if he could, he would probably choose to be a robot or a chair or practically anything else but an intelligent life form. That way he wouldn’t begin to overthink things too much. Alas, he cannot, so he tries to be positive and not think too hard about life.


Kei was born in Japan to an Japanese-Australian father and Japanese mother. Both his parents worked in business, so they were often going on trips and such when he was young. It was difficult for his parents to look after him a whole lot, so they would often have the aunties in their neighborhood take care of him. Kei was fine with this arrangement, since they all spoiled him anyways. He always got to play with their grandchildren, too. So Kei was never really lonely, nor did he ever have to worry about there not being food or clean clothes for him.


What was probably the hardest part of his childhood was moving to Australia. Kei didn’t actually have any living grandparents in Japan, but he did in Australia. His father convinced his mother that Kei needed more attention than he was getting, and that only his actual grandparents could provide that kind of care while they went on their business trips and such. His parents didn’t really know that Kei was already getting more attention than he needed from all of the aunties in the area, so off they went.


Kei enjoyed his grandparents company just fine, but it was difficult to make any other friends since his English wasn’t great. He spent most of his time at home, watching TV or helping his grandmother with errands. He never had much fun, despite being in such a sunny place with so many happy people.


Eventually, his mother decided they should move back. She could only take so much of her in-laws every time she came home to see her son. She also thought that Kei should be more comfortable in Japan if he was going to go to college there, which she had every intention for him to do. Kei was grateful to his mother for this, but he played it down for the sake of his grandparents. At this point, his father really couldn’t protest. Kei was old enough now, at least. The family moved back to Japan just in time for Kei’s first year of high school.


Kei was ecstatic to be back, and ended up making friends super easily. It was around this time, however, that the boy began to notice a change in his feelings and such. He was going on group dates and playing with friends, but nothing ever happened with the girls he met. When a senpai suggested he might be gay, Kei was unsure, but thought it might be a possibility. He went along with it, and didn’t protest when his senpai wanted to date him. The two got along easily, and Kei fell hard for his partner. When it came time for the older boy to graduate, Kei didn’t know how their relationship would last. He was determined to make it work out, but it seemed that his senpai did not reciprocate his feelings. Admitting he was just playing around, his senpai broke it off with him. At this point, Kei had given his everything into their relationship, and to be tossed away like a used toy devastated him. Most of his friends had accepted his homosexuality, but others rejected it.


Kei’s been a little jaded by this whole ordeal ever since, which is why he tries not to get into serious relationships. He finished high school as a notorious flirt and moved onto college as per his mother’s wishes. He’s been living on the floor of a friend’s dorm since he started school, but that can’t really last much longer. As a person who’s been pretty dependent on others for most of his life, he needs to branch out.






What are your likes?

Men, preferably hot, but a good personality is fine with him, too.


Chocolate and raspberries.


Small animals, despite his allergies.


Karaoke or just hanging with friends.


Surprisingly enough, he enjoys watching sports, if only for the excitement of the game. American sports interest him a lot.




What are your dislikes?

Homophobes who are mean. (There are some great people who are homophobic and, while that may be a downside to their personality, he'll respect them for their upsides all the same.)


Ham, salmon, and cinnamon-flavored candy.


Copious amounts of perfume or cologne.


His allergies and shots.


Third-wheeling.




*Any hobbies?

Working. He does various odd jobs outside the convenience store, like running errands for the aunties in the neighborhood, among other things.


Watching television. He's always on the hunt for a good drama or anime.


Playing soccer. He may be extremely uncoordinated, but that didn't stop him from joining an intramural league at his college.


Sleeping, if he has the time.




*Any medical conditions/allergies?

Unfortunately, he's allergic to animal fur and often their saliva as well. This includes, cats, dogs, gerbils, rabbits, horses, and probably more. Rather than taking medicine or getting shots like a normal person, he recently adopted a kitten in order to build up his immunity. Right now he suffers from constantly itchy, red eyes and congestion, but- damn, that cat is a cutie! Hopefully it'll get better soon.


Other than that, (and I'm not sure if this counts or not,) Kei was born a couple months premature, so his growth was stunted as a child and now he's rather short and skinny. He wishes he were taller, if only so he could play sports like basketball and not get laughed at.




Anything else that we should know about you?

No, but look at his cute little kitten! Her name is Hana, short for their last name, Hanase.

Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?

Well, Kei can't commute to my school from his parents' place because it's much too far away. He would've stayed in the college dorms, but they all seemed to be filled. His coworker told him about Kokoro Hall because it's close to his school and his job, so that's great. The building owner seemed a little strange, but it's comforting to know there's an officer of the law around to keep the residents safe and whatnot. Honestly, this is his chance to become a little more independent, as it would be his first time living alone. Also, who wouldn't want to live in a place called "Kokoro Hall"?!

((I did this rather quickly, so let me know if I need to change or improve anything.))

 

[Plushie]

___________________________________________________________________________Kaine Shimn Park

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• Basic Information
• Personal Interest
• Personal Information
• THE MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION EVER

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  Nickname(s): "Cuddle Bear" or Kai (Codename: Seohon)
  
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  Age: 23
  
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  Gender: Male
  
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  Occupation: High school teacher (Biology) and a freelance evangelist
  
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  Favorite Color: Sky blue
  
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  Sexuality: Demisexual (Gender, Race Etc. doesn't matter to him.)
  
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  What are your likes?:
  
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  • Animals and anything small
    
  • Tea (Any type will do) with some sweets (macaroons, cakes, etc)
    
  • Assisting people/ Being helpful
    
  • Take a few puffs/ Smoking (Only ever smoke when stressed or his mouth feels lonely, when he's not smoking, he's chewing gum)
    
  
  
  What are your dislikes?:
  
  
  • Being judged by appearance (Is usually mistaken for someone bad or such)
    
  • Drinking (He's not fun to drink with)
    
  • Too many sweets (He has his limits)
    
  
  
  Any hobbies?:
  
  
  • Playing with his pet cat, Kitt (From the candy, Kit Kat)
    
  • Taking naps
    
  • Browsing the web for crimes and stuff
    
  
  
  
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  Tell me a bit about yourself:
  
  
  Warning: Most of the first few paragraphs are about his history but you can skip that and go to his personality.
  
  
  Born in S. Korea by an American mother and a Korean father, Kaine was born being a mix of both but more towards his mother's genes with natural blonde hair and hazel eyes. His name was suppose to be 'Seohon' but because his mother liked the name 'Kaine' he was named by his mother with his father's name as his middle name and 'Seohon' being his nickname - and soon to be codename as an investigator - by his father. At the time, his father was an police officer - like father, like son - and would always be gone during the day leaving Kaine's mother to nurture him and his two younger siblings, both being fraternal twins. Among his sibling, he was the only one with his mother's looks while his twin siblings were both the same hair and eye color as his father.
  
  
  Growing up, Kaine's father wasn't always there but when he was, he would bring up many stories about his investigations and even play it out for them to visualize it. Watching his father being so passion in his job, it kind of grew on him to become just like his father and fight crime with justice. Following his father's footsteps, Kaine became an investigator under a company. The company wasn't big but it gave him the push he needed to improve. As a newbie, many called him "rigid" and "arbitrary" because when crime started, he was the first to jump in and get himself hurt but as time passed, he learned from his superiors how to be calm, smart, and quick on his feet when he sees unjust happening on the streets. Being rash with his actions had its consequences and learning from his mistakes, he was able to stand on his own two feet.
  
  
  Leaving the company, he became a freelance investigator and solved his own crimes. He didn't need someone to boss him around and he was able to make his own decisions while facing the consequences himself. He also got a job as a Biology teacher at a high school.
  
  
  Now that he has grown and matured, he is able to have an open-mind while being smart with what he does. He is can adapt to changes and can be an amiable fellow to those he believe can be trustworthy. He keeps a stolid manner and only ever cracks a smile when it comes to people he likes - he's still getting used to the people in Kokoro Hall - especially with animals. Kitt is his main pal who he can never leave behind, unless duty, calls and gives his love all to Kitt. He's a real animal-lover and is easy to approach so don't be shy to talk to him about anything.
  
  
  Any medical conditions/allergies?: None, he's a healthy guy.
  
  
  Anything else that we should know about you?: He has a quirk to cuddle with something - mostly animals - and can sometime be off on long trips to solve crimes which leaves his room open for anyone to come in and take care of Kitt while he's away but all his important objects are locked away safely so no snooping around.
  
  
  
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  Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?: "Nice place to keep low from society and is close to the school where I work at plus everything you need is close by. Food, work and everything that is essential for survival. I need a roof to shelter me from the weather and this place seemed much more comfy than those high-class inns, too much luxuries for my taste and Kitt didn't like the rundown inns."
  
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[Mauvez]

Name

Yuri Hanase




Nickname(s)

Hana

Hurricane Yuna [Former]




Age

23




Gender

Female




Occupation

Botanic College Night Student

Florist




Favorite Color

Pink

Sexuality

Bisexual

What are your likes?

"Hmm, let's see...Well first of all, I love Nature. Being outside, gardening,camping, you name it, as long as I can see green, I'm happy! It was a bit difficult to get used to the city at first because of that actually. More things...oh, I really like cinema and other forms of art, I love animals of all kinds and shapes, though I'm specially fond of cats, I like exotic food, at least that's what my mother used to call it, origami and I have a weakness for guys who possess a brave and strong manly spirit and cute girls...I think that's about it!

What are your dislikes?

"Violence of any kind. Oh but also judgmental and arrogant people, loud voices and noises and...ah, technologies. You can say I'm the old-fashioned type, eheh..."




Any hobbies?

Gardening

Origami

Playing with her cat

Reading English Books

Floral Arrengements

Shopping at the market

*Tell me a bit about yourself:

(This is both personality and biography. A minimum of a paragraph for both personality and biography.)

(You can post in either first or third for this portion otherwise the rest of the roleplay STAYS third person.)




Any medical conditions/allergies?

"I'm intolerant to perfume but other than that I'm a very healthy woman!"

Anything else that we should know about you?

This is Yuri in her delinquent days.

Never try to wake her up in the morning. You will regret it.

Yuri has a strong sense of smell but a bad eyesight, as she continously refuses to wear glasses.

She has shown to be a lot more awkward and shy when she is around people she fancies




MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION


Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?

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[Lucem]

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Name

Warai Akito




Nickname

Aki




Age

18




Gender

Male




Occupation

Unemployed




Favorite Color

Azure




Sexuality

Heterosexual




What are your likes?

-Art


-Books


-Music


-Flowers




What are your dislikes

-Seclusion


-Silence


-Being compared to others




Any hobbies

-Reading


-Painting (mixed feelings)


-Observing the sky


-Walking through fields


-Writing




Tell me a bit about yourself

His world had always been a canvas, waiting for the colors of passing years to create the illustration of his story. For the lives that came into this world, they would splash in various hues until the board was no longer visible behind dried paint. Amidst all these colors, he was left unseeable by the eyes of anyone. If Warai Tsukuri's life was one of these colors, it would have been white.


In a group, there are those that tend to never stand out. If they were to suddenly speak, the realization would be met with shock, followed by an apology for the lack of attentiveness. However, for every child that shined in the spotlight, even for a mere moment after being ignored, there were those that would forever be kept behind the stage curtain. Tsukuri was such a child.


Warai. That was a well-known name across the land of Japan. Household members were held in high esteem for their skill in many fields of culture and art, talent seeming to flow through their veins. Composers, playwrights, and sculptures filled their family tree, every last one perfecting their own trade. Tsukuri was no exception.


He did not have his mother's musical talent, unable to take part in the beautiful symphonies of both piano and viola. His father was gifted in the field of theater, but the trait was not passed down as his own. To say that the lack of prowess he displayed was disappointing would be an understatement. Wasn't he capable of anything? Yes, he was.


From the moment he picked up a brush and covered the bristles with every color of the spectrum, he had found something that he could call his own. Every stroke created a beautiful image, worthy of great praise. It could be said that the artwork was of museum quality. Having this gift made him feel happy, knowing that he could make his family proud. However, it was a gift that paled in comparison to true talent.


The eldest Warai child was nothing less than a prodigy. Whenever the instrument was placed into his hand and the easel was set at the proper angle, a masterpiece would be born. It was as if his very existence was the rebirth of the greatest from the times of the renaissance, the mixtures of red and blue bringing forth the powerful emotions of passion and grief. He was unparalleled as an artist, works placed in the refined galleries for all to see, each passerby marveling, some even brought to tears after viewing the young boy's creations. Warai Akito was superior to his younger brother in every way.


Tsukuri was only worth what he could produce on the canvas. It was the one thing that gave him any sort of value in the Warai house, a hall of talent where anything average or below was foreign. Despite how he desperately clung to this and loved painting so dearly, Akito would always surpass him. He could never catch up, watching as his ascent would send him below.


Akito shined so brightly that it threatened to blind him and all others that had clung to the elder child. All eyes were on him and his light, leading the way to salvation every time he would unveil his pure works that could only be described as angelic. However, every light casts a shadow, especially one as grand as Akito's. That was where Tsukuri lived.


He lived in his older brother's shadow, a constant reminder that he was never good enough. He could never stand with him, let alone surpass him. People would criticize him while the other was hailed. He was known as trash. No, that was not true. If he felt such scorn, he might have been able to find even the slightest comfort.


Whether it was during his time at school or in his own home, Tsukuri was neglected. His presence was so small in comparison to his brother's, he was not even worthy enough to receive criticism, completely ignored. As Akito grew, it would get only worse.


In the beginning, he was sad whenever he had to remind his parents that he was still home, but he could tolerate this, as they would always turn back to acknowledge that he was heard. When he was skipped over during the count for school attendance, he disliked having to call attention to himself, but he would make it through. As stated, this was only the beginning.


As Akito became more decorated and received more accolades, he would sink further back into the shadow. What had once been a simple overlook of his presence had become far worse. Even if he stood right in front of someone, they would walk on by. A memory with him was rare and it would only be a momentary flicker. He continued to fall into sadness, suffering the most when meals on the table were left for three. He was disappearing.


He had lost his drive to paint, despite his love for the art. He missed the smell of turpentine, but he could not bring himself to open a single container. His brother's talent was suffocating, inferiority spreading into his mind. He was not good enough and he never would be. Slowly, he was falling into a sorrow-filled state. However, there was one thing that helped him deal with such melancholy.


Books were the only source of joy he had left in this world, the smell of turning the first page rivaling the colorful substances he had loved. The black symbols traveling along white sheets drifted through his mind, creating images of what the descriptions must have looked like. Each session of reading was like being sent to a different world, not having to waste away in his own. It was his way of escape.


His collection of literature was grand, shelves stacked neatly by author and alphabetically. The fields of hard and soft covers that held gateways to new lands formed his private nest, comfort always waiting. He never grew tired of this, relishing the chance to unlock unseen visions and have new words slip by his lips.


Soon, he became immersed in creating stories of his own. The world that had hurt him could be left in favor of the ones he could create. Chapters upon chapters of material would lay scattered across the floor of his small room, threatening to drown him in a sea of paper. He could not stop and he did not want to, it was his paradise of ink and sheets of white. He loved it dearly.


Soon this paradise would be taken from him. In a tragic accident involving a speeding car, Akito would be hospitalized for a great amount of time, his brother having fallen into a coma. Despite not having much of a relationship with him beyond the distance between them, he still hoped that his sibling would get well. The parents dealt with this grief in a different manner.


On a morning just like any other, he awoke before his alarm could ring, bringing back the constant question of why he went to the trouble of setting it. However, unlike the morning routine he would follow, a great shock would be given. When his mother and father called out to him, it was unexpected.


During the time when Akito was hospitalized, Tsukuri had spent a great portion of it alongside his parents. When not at school, he would be around them within the walls of their home, his presence finally acknowledged. He wanted to do many things with them to make up for lost opportunities, but their family activities were limited to just one.


He painted. That's all he did when around his parents, presented with the familiar brush whenever they made contact. It had been a long time since he had engaged in his past hobby, but he still loved it, happy to do as they asked. However, the love he had was missing.


They were always strict on him, voicing their disapproval when his work didn't meet their standards. It was put off as subpar, called unacceptable. Many cruel things were said, but he took it in stride. After all, they were trying to help him improve. This meant that they knew he was capable of doing better, right? No.


When he heard it, his life changed dramatically. The words they had said were without hesitation, as if nothing about it was wrong. That single criticism had done so much, just a single sentence. "That's not good enough, Akito."


It made sense. They didn't want him, but the other son. He was being made into a replacement and the results were not to their liking. They would repeat it over and over, resounding in his ears. "That's not good enough, Akito." "You need to improve, Akito." "You'll never get anywhere like this, Akito." Yes, he was Akito.



This would continue for a long period of time, taking the role of the injured Akito. He was no longer Tsukuri, but his brother. No longer was he being ignored. Now, he was being erased.


Just as soon as it had happened, it had ended. The moment the real Akito was healed, it was back to the old way of life. It was back to being ignored and everything would be the same again. All would be the same, with the exception of one crucial piece of information.


The day Akito had been released from the hospital, Tsukuri had felt physically weak, body not responding properly. It took everything he had not to pass out in the waiting room, as he would have likely been there until nightfall. Thankfully, this was avoided due to the actions of a kind doctor that took him in for a brief rest during his break hours. When he finally awoke, he would receive an examination out of concern.


The news was not pleasant for either party. After all, how could the doctor tell a young boy that he would slowly lose his vision until the day where he would become blind, unable to see ever again? The expression he held on his face made the reveal all the more painful. It was utterly devoid of life, bangs casting a dark shadow over his facial features and the eyes that were slowly deteriorating.


Tsukuri was essentially a member of the living dead, eyes accompanied by dark circles and face consistently blank. He did not stay home, despite that he would likely be counted absent from school. He just couldn't be in the house any longer.


Word around the classroom quickly spread about Akito's return, the call for attendance drowned out by excited chatter. Each word crawled into his ear and remained there like the buzzing of an insect attempting to make its way inside. Their cheery faces at the mere thought of seeing him and hearing that name repeated continuously drove him crazy.


"Akito. Akito. Akito. Akito. Akito." It was always Akito. The one in the light and he in the shadows. The one with the talent and he with nothing. The one who was recognized and he who was fading from this world. The one that could always see beauty and he would lose sight completely. It was always Akito.


When his name was called out, he could barely announce that he was indeed present. He went unheard. Each time he was called, he would repeat himself. He went unheard. When the teacher marked him as absent, he lost it.


Slamming his hands onto the desk with great force, he yelled out to the entire class, voice booming. For the first time, their heads turned. Was that it? Did they enjoy seeing him cry out in frustration? Was this all he had to do in order to get a reaction? After only a few moments, they turned away. He broke.


With great speed, he rushed out of the room and made his way through several identical halls. He didn't know where he was going, but he didn't care. He needed to be anywhere but there, letting his feet carry him wherever the would.


His sprint came to an end when he reached the rooftop, throwing down his bag to the concrete surface and dozens of used books spilling across the floor. He marched over to the chainlink fence, gripping the metal and allowing the wire to dig into his skin. The boy took in a large breath, emptying his lungs and damaging his throat after releasing the great roar. He called out to anybody, anyone that would listen. "My name is Tsukuri! Somebody answer me!" Silence.


Dropping to his knees, he released one final pathetic call of "please..." Out of breath, he fell to his back, left to stare at the sky above. There were no clouds on that day, left to gaze at the vast, empty space of azure. It was here that his chest started to ache, the current action taking a toll on his exhausted state.


For some reason, he laughed. The situation was by no means laughable, but he had released the expression of joy regardless. It had been the only time he could recall doing so. This joyful expression would soon die down, sad smile planted on his face as he felt wetness at the corners of his eyes, blue reflecting in the clear substance. "Nobody cares."


That one brief instant were the other students had looked towards him as if he was real filled him with a mix of hope and despair. He began to change his attitude to where he could get a reaction out of anyone, not caring whether they would were positive. He did not have the strength or courage to become a delinquent of any sort, leaving him to force others to acknowledge him trough annoying tactics. They hated him for this, previous empty emotions being filled with contempt. He did not mind. It was something that proved he was alive.


This behavior was not tolerated by his family, as it ruined the image that had been created after years of their bloodline working hard for their good name. They needed to preserve it at any costs, including dismissing their son. He would not be a member of their household any longer.


The day he left, he did not see Akito.




Personality

Akito is quite the eccentric individual. He acts out at all times, defying all sense of normalcy. Even in public places, he cannot be restrained.


He is a prankster and enjoys messing with other people. Depending on the person, his method of teasing can vary. The reactions he gets out of them are amusing to watch and it only encourages him to continue. In this regard, he can be seen as insensitive at times, but the act is all in good fun.


The young man is not aggressive when he creates trouble for others, keeping a cheery tone in his voice that remains consistent with a goofy grin. It is this upbeat nature that can often wear down on one's patience, creating a great risk when around those that have short tempers. Although, he doesn't really seem to mind, continuing to act out regardless of the consequences.


Beyond simple teasing, his actions are simply odd in general. He follows no specific pattern, spouting random phrases or performing some odd motion to accentuate his words. There's hardly a limit to what he won't do and where he won't do it, the youth greatly unpredictable.


Nothing really affects him, managing to remain without a care in the world, regardless what is said or done to him. While he is no doubt annoying, his resilience is something to be admired. Nothing manages to put him down and he will continue on his crusade to spread chaos in his own way.


This is the person people in the public get to know and hate, only the strongest of minds able to tolerate his personality. However, this is a mere facade that he has created for the express purpose of gaining attention from others. He is not proud of what he does, but he cannot go back to the child that held no presence in the world.


Behind the mask, Akito's true self is the polar opposite of the front he maintains in his daily life. Rather than the eccentric man that insists on creating havoc for others, he is quite reserved and composed. He is not a fan of creating problem's for others, but it is a necessary evil.


Instead of the idiot he has allowed people to see him as, Akito is rather intelligent. His knowledge is vast and he contains a wealth of information on numerous topics. However, for the sake of keeping up appearances, he must cover this, including his great love for reading.


When alone, he allows himself to indulge in the private collection of books that he managed to secure from his home. Reading is a great love of his, wishing that he could spend more time flipping through the pages that bring him comfort. The same could be said for his love of painting, but his relationship with creating artwork has been damaged.


With his feelings of inferiority, Akito finds himself to not be good enough at many things, lacking confidence. This also pertains to painting, uncomfortable with the act, as it brings back painful memories. However, he still enjoys viewing artwork at times.


Unlike his other self that has no shame or remorse for anything he does, Akito dislikes acting out, as it makes him uncomfortable. He also has a tendency to get flustered in certain situations, one of the most prominent involving women.


Akito is weak to close contact with the opposite gender when not immersed in his jokester attitude. He can become quite embarrassed, leaving breaks in the personality he has created. He isn't quite sure how to deal with such situations while maintaining his cover, causing him to split.


In regards to what can cause his persona to crack, anger is perhaps the strongest force. Although he is a quiet and composed person, there are certain situations that can cause Akito to loss his tempter. These include instances where an individual is talking down to someone else, as well as when others complain about their lives when they are unaware of how good their circumstances truly are. The reason is the aftermath of how he was neglected in the past due to the talent he failed to show.


Similar to the triggers for his anger, the failure he was previously perceived as has left Akito unsure of how to deal with praise. He has never experienced anything beyond negative reception, creating a mixture of both confusion and nervousness. It is an odd feeling, one that is foreign to him even today.


Further contrasting from the person he has created, Akito is a damaged and melancholic individual at his core. Aside from the times where he is involved with a book, he has never experienced true joy and is mostly acquainted with disappointment or no real emotion at all. However, he has somehow managed to retain a kind nature.


Even when he is hiding his true personality, Akito will try and help others during times of seriousness. He has no certainty that he will be able to truly succeed in resolving a personal issue, but he will try his best to do so. Despite this, he will also put equal effort into preventing the masquerade from falling.


Finally, there is Akito's personal feelings toward his brother. All the hardship in his life can be attributed to how he was always put in his shadow and left to play second fiddle. He was always outclassed and cast aside. However, he does not hate his brother.


In truth, Akito isn't quite sure how he feels about his brother. He cannot be certain if he hates him or loves him, having several unresolved emotions that have been left to hang in the air after his departure from home. If there is one truth to their relationship, it is that he sees him as a being far above him, something that he desires to achieve, but never will. It is for that reason that he chose to take his brother's name.


He cannot return to the days of being nothing more than a ghost, nonexistent in this world. He must continue to maintain this act so that he will not disappear. He cannot go back to being Tsukuri.




Any medical conditions/allergies

Retinitis Pigmentosa:

Akito's eyesight is slowly deteriorating, growing worse with each day. At the moment, it is unknown if the severity will cause him to become permanently blind, but it is unlikely that he will be able to keep his vision.




Anything else that we should know about you?

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Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?

Aside from being forced out of his home, Akito only wants to be acknowledged by at least one person. He doesn't want to be erased from the world. He wants proof that he exists.
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[Castello]

*Name


"You can call me Princess Lucy Evergale Elizabeth the uh... Third! Or um, just Milady or Her Majesty works too, tee hee!"

("I am pretty, I know! I am told all the time. Hee hee.")


*Nickname(s)


"My real name is actually Yuka, but call me that and I will have you executed for treason!"


*Age


"I'm nineteen and I am already the prettiest princess around! I wonder when my handsome prince will come and swoop me up!?"


*Gender


"Uh... You couldn't tell!? How dare you ask a Princess that! I am a Princess, get it? A girl!"


*Occupation


"I uh... Work at a convenience store, a cashier. But I am only doing so to get closer with my people. So when I become Queen I will be the bestest ever!"


*Favourite Colour


"I just loooooove purple! It's so pretty, like Violets!"


*Sexuality


"Hee hee. I am heterosexual, is that the word?"


*What are your likes?


"Hmmm, if I had to write a list of things it would be;"

• "Cake! Especially chocolate, made with the finest dairy in the lands!"
  
• "I really like my Daddy, he's always been so nice to me! Even though... Mommy... didn't."
  
• "Puppies, kitties and anything cute and soft!"
  
• "I like my Princes nice and handsome, I like people who stay by my side no matter what. They'll be the shield and I the sword!"
  
• "Vegetables I need to stay healthy you know? I especially like grinding carrots, broccoli and tomatoes up and making a smoothie!
  
• "I like dolls, especially the ones with the big eyes! They are super cute!"
  

*What are your dislikes?

• "Anything icky and yucky like... uh... Spiders! Yeah, spiders!"
  
• "I don't like working too hard, it ruins my complexion!"
  
• "I am not very good at school, I only barely passed. Math is the worst!"
  
• "Mean men who try to hit on me! They are the worst! I am a Princess for goodness sake..."
  
• "Other girls, they would always hurt me and call me names..."
  

*Any hobbies?


"Hmmm, I have a lot of things I like... Ah fiddle sticks! I'll make another list, hee hee!"

• "I love to collect things, especially Victorian dolls. My mom said they scared her and she broke them all... I used to have ten, now I only have 3. Their names are Cerulean, Scarlett and Canary!"
  
• "It's an odd one, but I really like tennis! I'm not good at it and I am always playing by myself though..."
  
• "Well the last one would be singing and dancing. I used to practise all day when I was a girl. I was Daddy's little star! I still do to this day!"
  

*Personality (From perspective of a classmate)


"Yuka or 'Princess Lucy' as she demands to be called is a childish, overly energetic and a pure over confident bitch! The best place for her is buried underneath the ground along with all her childish fantasies of being a princess. I've seen her try and fit in, but a person like her doesn't belong to society, she's best doing her thing and combing the hair of her dolls like she's been doing since she was a mere girl. Not only that but she's a complete Daddy's girl and he's just one big fat man with a jolly smile written on his face. He's the reason for her behaviour, always treating her like a little girl, spoiling her whenever she asks for something. However the thing I remember the most about her is when we stuffed her face in a cake when she brought some to share, hehehe."

Spoiler

Lucy is an energetic girl who has some stuck up aspects. She thinks of herself as a princess and holds tightly to her childhood days where she would sing, dance and play with dolls. She hasn't grown up in the slightest and is extremely attached to her father. Over the years she has become more reclusive and spends most of her time by herself, knowing her time is being wasted trying to fit in. Though she likes to share oddly and deep down wants nothing more than to grow up like everyone else. She can be silly, lazy and is extremely prone to depression.


*Biography


"I uh, was born to the witch queen Haruka... And the finest king in the land, Akio! My dad made sure he was always by my side during my childhood and I was always having fun with him. He was really interested in the medieval times and always called me his little princess. I would always giggle at the name and I really wanted to be one! Though soon my Daddy would have to work more and I was left with my witch mother. She would always drink this white, clear liquid that smelt like garlic and metal. Sometimes, when she drank too much she would call me names and break my stuff. Without Daddy my life was very sad, but when he came home on Sunday he would always play with me!"


"Eventually my school life began to change when everyone 'grew up'. They would always call me daddy's little girl and would push me to the ground and steal my lunch... Eventually they began to call me a bitch when I got to grade six. They would always play mean pranks on me that would end with me in tears and they would always be laughing. But I always knew the were witch-born and I was a high birthed princess! Though I eventually got very sad, only my dolls and Daddy could comfort me..."


"I soon got out of highschool and my Mommy didn't want me in the house. She said I scared her with my antics and she began to scream more often then she usually did. My Daddy seemed also distressed, so I moved, looking for an apartment. I saw this one called 'Kokoro hall and I thought it'd be perfect!"


*Any medical conditions/allergies?:


"My Royal nurse said I had something called ADHD. I don't know what it means, nor do I care. Tee hee!"


*MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION: Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?


"I want to be in an environment that accepts me for who I am. If everyone here is family, then maybe I can experience days like when I was a little girl. Playing Princess's with my Daddy!"

 

[Lexielai]

Kolte Koibito

Name: Kolte Koibito


Nickname(s): Koko, Bromance


Age: 19


Gender: Male


Occupation: Unemployed


Favorite Color: Red


Sexuality: Heterosexual


What are your likes?

• Success
  
• Meat
  
• Salmon
  
• Fruit Smoothies
  
• Attention
  
• Praise
  
• Attractive women
  
• Literature
  
• Beautiful voices
  
• Instrumental music
  
• Clever rap
  
• Learning new things
  
• Thinking about...stuff
  

What are your dislikes?

• Failure
  
• Being lectured
  
• People acting stupidly
  
• Scary movies
  
• Violence
  
• Ugliness
  
• Mushrooms
  
• Shrimp
  
• Tomatoes
  
• Feeling stupid
  
• Oppression
  
• Personal inhibition
  
• Being exploited
  
• Responsibility
  
• High expectations of him
  
• Not understanding something
  

Any hobbies?

• Self-Improvement
  
• Reading
  
• Learning New Skills
  

Tell me a bit about yourself:


The name’s Kolte- er, Koibito Kolte. Yes, Koibito as in the Koibito Corporation. Yes, my Dad’s the CEO, has majority shares, and is a Japanese immigrant to America whose rise to multi-billionaire status from poor beginnings is a well-known success story—can we move on? I’m the no-name youngest child out of three. The eldest, my sister, is a rising star in rocket science and my brother’s a high-profile Electronic music artist travelling the world on tour. My Dad’s really proud of them. Everybody tells me about how incredible they are and how I should be more like them, blah blah blah. Whatever. I’m just the shy kid that got good grades and isn’t good at much, okay?


You want to know about my academics? Well, I suppose I did alright. I’m not like Romance—my sister, Sera—but I scraped by with my straight A’s and Valedictorian. Still, I didn’t win the National Contest of Scientific Innovation for High Schoolers; neither did I partake as a special member of NASA’s research department before I graduated from university either.


Anyways, I’m here on an extended vacation. Like, a reeaaaaaally extended vacation. I hated living at home. My parents would always be out, and everywhere I went it would be “Kolte, stop slacking off” or “Kolte, get out there and do something.” Well you know what? I am doing something! I go out every day to learn new skills.! I’m shy and I don’t know anything outside of academics. I can’t make music, I can’t draw, I can’t express myself, and I’m not good enough to contribute anything intellectually worthwhile. I felt, and still feel a little, like a loser.


I just want to get away from all that. I don’t want to have all this responsibility and pressure on my shoulders, you know? I just...kind of want some time to find out who I am. I’m jealous of normal people. They don’t have superhuman siblings, and they all seem to be way better at holding a decent conversation. Sure, some of them don’t have access to a lot of money like I do, but they all seem so much happier. What is my worth as a man when I’m such a boring, incapable loser? That’s right, not much.


This is my chance to change that. I’m tired of feeling confined in my own body, and I’m goddamn tired of having everyone expect me to be perfect. I’m angry, I’m mad, and...I don’t know, I just want to relax for a while. Ha...Japan is the last place I want to be. I intended to go to Britain or France or someplace that wasn’t my Dad’s homeland. It reminds me too much of my family back home. But my Dad wouldn’t let me leave until I beat him in a poker game and like the cocky idiot I am, I accepted. His conditions when he won were simple: he’d let me go, but for my first year of absence I’d have to live in Japan. His second was that I’d accept a bank account with a significant deposit within in.


So, now here I am. My Dad said that I should “explore my roots” and start with the base of who I was--my ancestors and family--but that seems like a load of bull. Starting over means letting go, not going back! Guess there’s nothing I can do about it now though. Can I move in yet?


Any medical conditions/allergies? None


Anything else that we should know about you?


I’m an aspiring musician, writer, pick-up-artist, actor, painter, singer, dancer, martial artist, flying mermaid, you-name-it. Anything that’s not academic for the love of God, please!


Oh, uh, sorry about that, God. Didn’t mean to use your name in vain and all. Did I mention I was Catholic?


MOST IMPORTANT QUESTION: Why do you want to live in Kokoro Hall?


I mean, it’s about the farthest you get from being a rich prick without living on the streets (which seems kinda dangerous) and my Dad told me I should start from the bottom. Besides that, there's a lot of good venues nearby...and the girls in the neighborhood were pretty cute.