Reboot!Ninomiya Kazunari
Character: Ninomiya Kazunari
Band/Solo/Ethnicity: Arashi/Japanese
Race: Fairy (That's Fay to you, thank you very much)
Occupation: N/A
Likes: Music, Lawful Good humans, his chosen humans, purity, pretty things, getting offerings, his homeland, flying, the dawn, nature, Good magic, playing pranks on mean humans
Dislikes: Most humans, the sea, alcohol, Evil magic, Evil beings
Character History: Ninomiya Kazunari was born in Tír na nÓg, a land of eternal youth and peace with a name that no human could hope to pronounce. He left, young and restless and utterly fascinated by humans, in years best left forgotten by human history. When he left Tír na nÓg he was the human equivalent of seventeen. He hasn't physically aged a day since, and in many ways he retains a similar mental age. (During the darkest years of humanity the location of Tír na nÓg changed several hundred times. He always knows where it is and he could return at any time, but he has never felt the call to.)
The first court he served called him Caoimhghin. He has also been called Kliment, Goiridh, Cwenraed, and Clement, depending on who was ruling and how badly their language mangled his first name at the time. (Ninomiya Kazunari is a new development, much like his current face, which he received on a boat to America after World War I.)
Nino isn't your Mama's Disney fairy - he's short but he's not three inches tall (unless he is), he has wings (unless he doesn't), he'll have nothing to do with that vanity stuff (no, really, he won't), and he definitely won't be wearing leaves or flower petals when you meet him. In fact you probably won't meet him because he keeps himself invisible behind the winds at all times unless he trusts you. When he's not working his magic, his body is short and slouchy, and he's thin all over.
On the topic of magic: Nino is strong, but certainly not invincible. He can't fly without his wings and his wings can be broken. He can change his face and body at will - a touch of Glamor and nobody would know better - but he doesn't do it often. Depending on what physical laws he's breaking at the time magic is draining and can sometimes leave him sick for days after. Nino is also allergic to iron (being near it leaves him exhausted, touching it burns him, and somehow ingesting it would probably kill him).
Nino is a mischievous brat at heart. He loves music and fun (if that fun means being mean to a hapless human, so be it). When he first emerged into the human world it was to the sound of music and dancing and to tribute at the fairy mounds in Ireland. Though he was as likely to terrorize farmers by messing with their cattle as he was to help a lost or lonely human, humans were the ones who cared for and revered him. He has never quite gotten over the loss of that imprint and the purity of belief at that time. He is fiercely loyal to those who are kind to him - even if they turn against him in the end - and by nature he can't turn away from a being (human or otherwise) in need. This has led to him participating in both World Wars and standing by the side of his beloved Marie Antoinette (his chosen human of the time) at her death.
Since he lost his Marie, Nino has been human-shy. 16 October, 1793 found him mourning over her unmarked grave until an Imp working for the Revolution attacked and chased him away. He wandered the European country in the years that followed, never really able to leave humans even though he stayed well out of sight of them. He was in Germany when World War I began and stayed there, roaming from battleground to battleground in an attempt to save all those he found. Needless to say it didn't work very well and the trauma of war sent him packing to America as soon as the Treaty of Versailles was signed in June 1919.
He has lived in New York through the Roaring Twenties and the Great Depression, and has no desire to ever leave it. He doesn't have an apartment; he lives on roofs or under bridges or in churches, but most often he lives in the Cloisters at Fort Tryon Park in upper Manhattan. The building reminds him of his 'childhood' in the human world and he makes sure it stays safe from thieves and graffiti. But other than that, He keeps to himself and doesn't work. Since Nino doesn't need to eat, can wash his clothes with magic, and isn't affected by weather unless it's being magically tampered with, he doesn't need money. Mostly he keeps watch over children and animals and hopes that someday the reverence people used to hold the fay in will return.
Nino does make it his business to poke his nose into any hints of Evil that he feels, which is part of his nature. He doesn't take action against it unless there is something seriously threatening.
Roleplay Sample:
There was Evil here. It lurked in all the halls and twisted through the shadows and tainted the air. He scrunched his nose tightly and bared his teeth in disgust but pressed on. This was why his Human Child was so sick; he was certain of it. The silly boy had come here in spite of his parents' warning, to prove himself to the village boys. He'd watched the boy tremble at the gates from the shelter of the trees nearby. The boy had known something was wrong. Humans always knew when something was wrong; they were just absolute rubbish at listening to themselves. And now, for the sake of a dare, the boy was laid up in bed with fever and his mother weeping over him.
He moved silently up the stairs to the second floor, then to the third. Evil was stronger up here. Demons, he decided. Low-ranked. Not strong but many. Too many. This was not a natural slip between the worlds. They were being allowed in - probably by some idiot with a basic magical training and a too-large ego. The Demons were bound here but had no orders so they had begun to fuss and cause talk in the village of hauntings. He would have let them be had it not been for his Human Child. Now, well. Now the door had to be closed, locked and destroyed.
He stopped in front of the fourth door from the stairs and inhaled. Instantly his mouth felt like it had been coated in molasses. He nearly gagged. This was definitely the one. He reached into his pocket, withdrew a tiny block of salt, crumbled some from the corner, and steeled himself. The Demons were sleeping and the warp of the door pulled towards the left.
He just had to be quick and hope they didn't have any iron on them.
Band/Solo/Ethnicity: Arashi/Japanese
Race: Fairy (That's Fay to you, thank you very much)
Occupation: N/A
Likes: Music, Lawful Good humans, his chosen humans, purity, pretty things, getting offerings, his homeland, flying, the dawn, nature, Good magic, playing pranks on mean humans
Dislikes: Most humans, the sea, alcohol, Evil magic, Evil beings
Character History: Ninomiya Kazunari was born in Tír na nÓg, a land of eternal youth and peace with a name that no human could hope to pronounce. He left, young and restless and utterly fascinated by humans, in years best left forgotten by human history. When he left Tír na nÓg he was the human equivalent of seventeen. He hasn't physically aged a day since, and in many ways he retains a similar mental age. (During the darkest years of humanity the location of Tír na nÓg changed several hundred times. He always knows where it is and he could return at any time, but he has never felt the call to.)
The first court he served called him Caoimhghin. He has also been called Kliment, Goiridh, Cwenraed, and Clement, depending on who was ruling and how badly their language mangled his first name at the time. (Ninomiya Kazunari is a new development, much like his current face, which he received on a boat to America after World War I.)
Nino isn't your Mama's Disney fairy - he's short but he's not three inches tall (unless he is), he has wings (unless he doesn't), he'll have nothing to do with that vanity stuff (no, really, he won't), and he definitely won't be wearing leaves or flower petals when you meet him. In fact you probably won't meet him because he keeps himself invisible behind the winds at all times unless he trusts you. When he's not working his magic, his body is short and slouchy, and he's thin all over.
On the topic of magic: Nino is strong, but certainly not invincible. He can't fly without his wings and his wings can be broken. He can change his face and body at will - a touch of Glamor and nobody would know better - but he doesn't do it often. Depending on what physical laws he's breaking at the time magic is draining and can sometimes leave him sick for days after. Nino is also allergic to iron (being near it leaves him exhausted, touching it burns him, and somehow ingesting it would probably kill him).
Nino is a mischievous brat at heart. He loves music and fun (if that fun means being mean to a hapless human, so be it). When he first emerged into the human world it was to the sound of music and dancing and to tribute at the fairy mounds in Ireland. Though he was as likely to terrorize farmers by messing with their cattle as he was to help a lost or lonely human, humans were the ones who cared for and revered him. He has never quite gotten over the loss of that imprint and the purity of belief at that time. He is fiercely loyal to those who are kind to him - even if they turn against him in the end - and by nature he can't turn away from a being (human or otherwise) in need. This has led to him participating in both World Wars and standing by the side of his beloved Marie Antoinette (his chosen human of the time) at her death.
Since he lost his Marie, Nino has been human-shy. 16 October, 1793 found him mourning over her unmarked grave until an Imp working for the Revolution attacked and chased him away. He wandered the European country in the years that followed, never really able to leave humans even though he stayed well out of sight of them. He was in Germany when World War I began and stayed there, roaming from battleground to battleground in an attempt to save all those he found. Needless to say it didn't work very well and the trauma of war sent him packing to America as soon as the Treaty of Versailles was signed in June 1919.
He has lived in New York through the Roaring Twenties and the Great Depression, and has no desire to ever leave it. He doesn't have an apartment; he lives on roofs or under bridges or in churches, but most often he lives in the Cloisters at Fort Tryon Park in upper Manhattan. The building reminds him of his 'childhood' in the human world and he makes sure it stays safe from thieves and graffiti. But other than that, He keeps to himself and doesn't work. Since Nino doesn't need to eat, can wash his clothes with magic, and isn't affected by weather unless it's being magically tampered with, he doesn't need money. Mostly he keeps watch over children and animals and hopes that someday the reverence people used to hold the fay in will return.
Nino does make it his business to poke his nose into any hints of Evil that he feels, which is part of his nature. He doesn't take action against it unless there is something seriously threatening.
Roleplay Sample:
There was Evil here. It lurked in all the halls and twisted through the shadows and tainted the air. He scrunched his nose tightly and bared his teeth in disgust but pressed on. This was why his Human Child was so sick; he was certain of it. The silly boy had come here in spite of his parents' warning, to prove himself to the village boys. He'd watched the boy tremble at the gates from the shelter of the trees nearby. The boy had known something was wrong. Humans always knew when something was wrong; they were just absolute rubbish at listening to themselves. And now, for the sake of a dare, the boy was laid up in bed with fever and his mother weeping over him.
He moved silently up the stairs to the second floor, then to the third. Evil was stronger up here. Demons, he decided. Low-ranked. Not strong but many. Too many. This was not a natural slip between the worlds. They were being allowed in - probably by some idiot with a basic magical training and a too-large ego. The Demons were bound here but had no orders so they had begun to fuss and cause talk in the village of hauntings. He would have let them be had it not been for his Human Child. Now, well. Now the door had to be closed, locked and destroyed.
He stopped in front of the fourth door from the stairs and inhaled. Instantly his mouth felt like it had been coated in molasses. He nearly gagged. This was definitely the one. He reached into his pocket, withdrew a tiny block of salt, crumbled some from the corner, and steeled himself. The Demons were sleeping and the warp of the door pulled towards the left.
He just had to be quick and hope they didn't have any iron on them.