Post by xJaxx on Apr 16, 2012 19:04:13 GMT -5
General Information
Name: Tsutomu Arata
Nickname: Ara(-kun)
Age: 24
Orientation: Heterosexual
Appearance:
Height: 6’2”
Clothing preference: Arata’s attire consists of dark-washed jeans (on occasion, trousers) and usually wears sweaters or t-shirts depending on the weather.
Special markings: None
Weapon: Usually his fists; occasionally a small knife forged from the broken blade of a katana.
Ability: He’s able to control the force of gravity within a small area (Although he very rarely uses his ability because it’s physically exhausting.)
Specialty in combat: Hand-to-hand
Role in organization: Spy
Relations
Mother: Tsutomu (Kinjo) Aina: Living: Physical Therapist
Father: Tsutomu Yuuto: Deceased: Dojo Owner
Siblings/Other: Tsutomu Takao: Deceased
History
Short background:
Considering Arata spend most of his free time at his father’s dojo, he grew exceptionally close to Yuuto. He and his father would stay out late at the dojo perfecting martial arts techniques whilst Arata’s mother worked a hectic work schedule being a physical therapist for people recovering from chronic illnesses. In turn, he and his mother never really developed a close relationship.
Life went on normally for Arata until his sixth birthday, when his mother announced that she was pregnant again. Yuuto, for reasons he wouldn’t explain to Arata, was perplexed by his wife’s sudden report and he and their relationship faltered. After the baby was born—who was named Takao—Yuuto’s and Aina’s relationship grew hostile.
It wasn’t until Arata was thirteen that he realized what upset his father so much. Takao looked like neither of his parents. Yet when questioned, Aina brushed if off and explained that not all children bared resemblance to their parents.
Arata grew up without an intimate relationship with his mother and brother, yet continued to strengthen his bond with his father.
Then, on his twenty-first birthday, Arata was sent to the library by his mother to return a book she had borrowed. Upon arriving, he came face-to-face with a man who was in his mid-forties who bared an uncanny resemblance to Takao. Not knowing what to do, Arata ran to tell his father.
Yuuto, heartbroken by the news took up drinking. He continued to drink for two years straight, resulting in failure of his liver. He later died from alcohol poisoning.
Arata, deeply saddened and angered by his father’s death, decided to take matters in his own hands: a life for a life. He then went on to brutally murder Takao; stabbing him eight times in the chest and then dumping his body on his mother’s side of his parent’s bed.
Not having any close family to him left—besides his mother—he took off to be a part of an artificial family: Sasayaita Namida.
Personality:
Because of his animosity toward his mother, Arata’s developed a hatred toward women. At first, he appears to be the perfect gentleman, kind and considerate until his true intentions bare their face. He’s constantly deceiving women into thinking that he’s practically the ideal man until he tears them down heartstring by heartstring. Unlike the cool and compassionate “ladies’ man” he’s thought to be, his true colors pose to be quite opposite.
He’s arrogant and highly egotistical and will do just about anything to preserve his pride. He’s combative and foul-mouthed and never shies away from an argument or a brawl; although he reacts before he thinks, often getting him into rough places with people more experienced in battle than him. He isn’t trusting of people and often thinks down on them; feeling as if they’re a waste of space and oxygen. He’s even bluntly stated that he isn’t concerned about anyone but himself. All he’s concerned about is proving that he’s the top dog (which isn’t always true.)
He’s stubborn and thick-headed and nothing really seems to get through to him. Once he has an objective in mind, there’s no way to stop him. He hates being bossed around and only does things on his own terms and no one else’s. He’s highly unpredictable and it’s hard to be sure what’s going on behind his cold composition.
Likes:
- Deceiving people
- Martial arts
- Spicy food
Dislikes:
- Women
- Liars (Although he is one himself)
- People who call his bluff
- Women not giving into his “charm”
- People stronger than him
Strengths:
- Lying
- Hand-to-hand combat
- Wielding knives
Weaknesses:
- Ego
- Cockiness
- Long-distant combat
- Quick to jump the gun
And Everything Else
Additional info: He’s had about twenty-one girlfriends within the past year.
RP Sample:
Glancing at the clock, she furrowed her eyebrows. He was late—an hour late to be exact. So far, she left eight text messages and two voice mails. She was beginning to worry. Leaning her torso on her kitchen counter, she blew upward, causing her bangs to shift and cascade around her eyes. Where was he?
Then, a knock at the door sent her erect. Her lips twitched into a wide smile as she pushed off of the counter and scuttled across the hardwood floors into the foyer. She paused before opening the door, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt and combing away fly-aways by raking her fingers through her auburn hair. She was ready.
Opening the door revealed a brilliant cardinal haired man, leaning against the frame of her doorway with his hands casually tossed in his pockets. She was never particularly attracted to redheads, but there was just something about him. He was absolutely stunning; with piercing emerald eyes and a strong jaw line that pointed to his soft lips that were always pressed into a small smirk.
“Ara-kun, you’re late,” she noted, trying to conceal her excitement. When he was late, it often pointed to him going out of his way to stop by a new flower shop to pick up a beautifully crafted floral arrangement for her or stopping at her favorite cake shop to buy some sweets for them to share.
“Ah, yeah, you know,” he muttered, shifting his position.
She squinted slightly. There was something off. Normally, he’d let out a quiet laugh and rub the back of his head before saying, “Ah! I know. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” But this time, she could tell something wasn’t right. “Where were you?” She asked, reaching up and brushing some of his crimson tresses out of his eyes.
Brushing her hand away, he glanced down at her. “You say you want to know, but you already do.”
Bewildered, she allowed her head to tilt ever-so-slightly to the side to express her confusion. “What?” She hadn’t the slightest clue of what was on his mind.
Arata let out a huff of frustration. “With another girl,” he muttered bluntly.
With those simple words, her world ceased to spin, shattering into a thousand pieces that she knew would never fit perfectly together once she reassembled them. Although they were only going out for two months, it had been the best two months of her life. He was so considerate and kind…what happened?
Taking in a shaky breath, she glanced up at him. “W-what?” she breathed.
“You heard me,” he muttered, cutting her off. "I've never liked girls like you," he whispered before pivoting on his heels. Then, like a warm august breeze, he was off.