Post by die on Mar 11, 2011 6:47:11 GMT
Name: Daisuke
Nick Name
Age: 23
Original Band: Dir en grey
Instrument: Guitar/rhythm guitar
Year: Fifth Year
Image:
Personality: Die's a bit of an introvert, though he's got his moments of extrovert as well. He has a taste for art, though rarely cares what's popular or 'good'; his tastes are all he cares about. While he won't always come out and say so, he's an environmentalist at heart and enjoys indulging in the small things, like his penchant for buying organic or recycling. It's not much of a passion when he can't be bothered to educate or even talk about his habits and hobbies and neither does he shy from queries when one discovers them. He's often seen as sociable and enjoys parties quite a bit. In moments of solitude, one can almost see the way he broods about god knows what, but rarely can a vacuous moment be detected in the redhead.
Habits: Die spent a summer learning basic emergency response, which has become something of a hobby and he keeps himself up to date with. In an emergency, he's a good guy to have on hand when one's gushing blood. He's a 'closet' environmentalist and recycles though he tends to be ninja about it rather than explain the benefits of recycling.
Likes: At parties, Die's a social butterfly. He loves telling stories and talking to just about anyone. The downside is it's usually only at parties you'll see him as openly talkative. He's very passionate about music, something that hasn't really been a point of focus until being sent to the academy.
Dislikes: Being told what to do. He'll take direction only so far and he'll deviate from instruction if he feels there's a better method. It's gotten him into trouble quite a few times and it tends to make him irritated to have to explain how his way was better. As such, he doesn't work well with groups, preferring to do solo projects when allowed.
History: Like many kids growing up in a dysfunctional family, Die's life was pretty much that of a loner. Oh, he had friends, had quite a few of them, in fact. None that were close enough to be considered 'brother' enough to confide in, save for discussing the few one night conquests in the last two years of high school. None close enough to even get that he'd been almost solely responsible for keeping the neighborhood park free of litter and often recycled for his neighbors when the odd opportunity presented itself.
By then, a failing marriage finally failed and Die, being old enough to decide which parent he'd rather be with, opted, much to both parent's surprise, to remain with his father. He saw it as the lesser of the two evils and the better for opportunity. His father lived in Tokyo. His mother was moving to a prefecture near Osaka. Didn't take rocket science.
The downside of living with a man who felt Die should already have become one was a clash in father/son expectation. Soon enough, Die had struck off on his own, turning down good universities in favor of work, that next paycheck and nights of partying.
It lasted a whole four months. A series of small crimes from mischief to theft were levied at his feet. For being a few months shy of "not my father's problem", the elder Ando appeared on his son's behalf and negotiated for an alternate to criminal prosecution. The result was enrolling into university or face the consequences. It didn't take a genius to choose school. With school mostly out of the way, Die grew bored and had a near brush with the law. Academics weren't his strongest suit and most everything had lost its interest to him. He tried out learning to be a mechanic and discovered it was a foreign language he'd never understand. He tried out being a paramedic, but the levels of trauma he saw... no. It was mostly accident that he came across Ageha Academy and canceled enrollment in university in favor of the school. A chance to explore creativity and give back to himself for once. Though, he's not entirely sure what he'd get out of it. It's music and hopefully there are kindred spirits waiting to become friends. Or party buddies, who's to say?
RP Example:
There, that one. Flipping a page of his book, Die's finger pushed the button on his phone to a mechanical whir and the capture of another specimen.
#32. Long hair, lean physique. Looks like he's never seen a day's work in his life. He's pretty when he looks your way.
In the autumn's fading light, the redhead flipped back a few pages and sought out, ah, #11. The teacher.
#11. Medium hair. Has that slightly unshaven look. He plays mysterious, but it might not be a gambit. He'd be cuter if he smiled more.
On the verge of adding something to it, Die stopped and decided it was enough. Looking through his notes, he spotted #11 himself walking across campus and got up to follow, taking position near the left of a pair heading toward the dorms. Staring studiously at his opened notebook, Die glanced to the side and made sure he wasn't being watched and pushed the button one last time, expertly turning another page while he turned away, headed toward the cafeteria. Once he was enough paces away, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one watched and checked the picture gallery on the phone.
#11. addendum. Has a nice ass, too.
Observations done for the day, Die closed his research and let his thoughts turn toward dinner.
Nick Name
Age: 23
Original Band: Dir en grey
Instrument: Guitar/rhythm guitar
Year: Fifth Year
Image:
Personality: Die's a bit of an introvert, though he's got his moments of extrovert as well. He has a taste for art, though rarely cares what's popular or 'good'; his tastes are all he cares about. While he won't always come out and say so, he's an environmentalist at heart and enjoys indulging in the small things, like his penchant for buying organic or recycling. It's not much of a passion when he can't be bothered to educate or even talk about his habits and hobbies and neither does he shy from queries when one discovers them. He's often seen as sociable and enjoys parties quite a bit. In moments of solitude, one can almost see the way he broods about god knows what, but rarely can a vacuous moment be detected in the redhead.
Habits: Die spent a summer learning basic emergency response, which has become something of a hobby and he keeps himself up to date with. In an emergency, he's a good guy to have on hand when one's gushing blood. He's a 'closet' environmentalist and recycles though he tends to be ninja about it rather than explain the benefits of recycling.
Likes: At parties, Die's a social butterfly. He loves telling stories and talking to just about anyone. The downside is it's usually only at parties you'll see him as openly talkative. He's very passionate about music, something that hasn't really been a point of focus until being sent to the academy.
Dislikes: Being told what to do. He'll take direction only so far and he'll deviate from instruction if he feels there's a better method. It's gotten him into trouble quite a few times and it tends to make him irritated to have to explain how his way was better. As such, he doesn't work well with groups, preferring to do solo projects when allowed.
History: Like many kids growing up in a dysfunctional family, Die's life was pretty much that of a loner. Oh, he had friends, had quite a few of them, in fact. None that were close enough to be considered 'brother' enough to confide in, save for discussing the few one night conquests in the last two years of high school. None close enough to even get that he'd been almost solely responsible for keeping the neighborhood park free of litter and often recycled for his neighbors when the odd opportunity presented itself.
By then, a failing marriage finally failed and Die, being old enough to decide which parent he'd rather be with, opted, much to both parent's surprise, to remain with his father. He saw it as the lesser of the two evils and the better for opportunity. His father lived in Tokyo. His mother was moving to a prefecture near Osaka. Didn't take rocket science.
The downside of living with a man who felt Die should already have become one was a clash in father/son expectation. Soon enough, Die had struck off on his own, turning down good universities in favor of work, that next paycheck and nights of partying.
It lasted a whole four months. A series of small crimes from mischief to theft were levied at his feet. For being a few months shy of "not my father's problem", the elder Ando appeared on his son's behalf and negotiated for an alternate to criminal prosecution. The result was enrolling into university or face the consequences. It didn't take a genius to choose school. With school mostly out of the way, Die grew bored and had a near brush with the law. Academics weren't his strongest suit and most everything had lost its interest to him. He tried out learning to be a mechanic and discovered it was a foreign language he'd never understand. He tried out being a paramedic, but the levels of trauma he saw... no. It was mostly accident that he came across Ageha Academy and canceled enrollment in university in favor of the school. A chance to explore creativity and give back to himself for once. Though, he's not entirely sure what he'd get out of it. It's music and hopefully there are kindred spirits waiting to become friends. Or party buddies, who's to say?
RP Example:
There, that one. Flipping a page of his book, Die's finger pushed the button on his phone to a mechanical whir and the capture of another specimen.
#32. Long hair, lean physique. Looks like he's never seen a day's work in his life. He's pretty when he looks your way.
In the autumn's fading light, the redhead flipped back a few pages and sought out, ah, #11. The teacher.
#11. Medium hair. Has that slightly unshaven look. He plays mysterious, but it might not be a gambit. He'd be cuter if he smiled more.
On the verge of adding something to it, Die stopped and decided it was enough. Looking through his notes, he spotted #11 himself walking across campus and got up to follow, taking position near the left of a pair heading toward the dorms. Staring studiously at his opened notebook, Die glanced to the side and made sure he wasn't being watched and pushed the button one last time, expertly turning another page while he turned away, headed toward the cafeteria. Once he was enough paces away, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one watched and checked the picture gallery on the phone.
#11. addendum. Has a nice ass, too.
Observations done for the day, Die closed his research and let his thoughts turn toward dinner.
