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Character: Nakano Hiro
Series: Gravitation
Character Age: 19
Canon: Known for its shounen-ai goodness, Gravitation is the story of Shindou Shuichi, a rising pop star for the band Bad Luck who ends up falling for a popular romance novelist named Yuki Eiri. Of course, things like love are never easy, and not only do they have their own relationship to worry about, they have to deal with the insanity that comes with being two popular celebrities. That's not including the prone-to-spazzing producer or gun-happy manager.
Of course, a band can't be made of just one person, and that's where Hiro comes in. Calm, level-headed, and mature most of the time, it seems like Hiro's the complete opposite of Shuichi; but like his friend, Hiro has his moments of spazzing out, though not as often. He's there to give support and advice whenever Shuichi needs it, and to listen when his friend needs a shoulder to cry on.
But in the end, they both share one dream; to reach the top.
You know, I've gotta wonder about this place. Especially when the name itself is a dead giveaway that something isn't right. That's not including the fact that it's winter and this is supposed to be a summer camp. But if this is what Shuichi thinks will help him get inspiration to write, I'm not going to stop him.
The people here are pretty . . . interesting, though. I met a group of guys when I first arrived who were a little bit too friendly, if you know what I mean. Especially the one who offered to show me the Holy Land; girls might think battle scars are sexy, but a giant hole in the chest isn't exactly a turn-on, especially if you can see right through. I feel kind of bad for bolting on them, but his friend was talking about his "healing power" and going for his pants, and I really didn't want to stick around for that.
. . . maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea after all. Yeah, I wanted to see what this place was like, but there really isn't anything to see. Then again, maybe I'm missing something. The bulletin board was almost helpful, except I'm not about to trust anything written . . . is that blood?
Hey, you don't have to give me that look. I'm not insulting you, just pointing out that the writing looks like somebody--
. . . thanks for the demonstration, but I didn't have to see that. I saw signs for a hospital, so you might want to get that checked out before it gets infected. Or uh, the rest of them fall off. Ouch.
And before you leave, would you mind pointing me back towards the way out of here? I think I'll just go find a nice hotel somewhere far away and come back when it's time to leave. Besides, it looks like those guys from earlier might have followed me, and I'm not waiting around to see if pick-up lines are the only thing they suck at.
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Series: Gravitation
Character Age: 19
Canon: Known for its shounen-ai goodness, Gravitation is the story of Shindou Shuichi, a rising pop star for the band Bad Luck who ends up falling for a popular romance novelist named Yuki Eiri. Of course, things like love are never easy, and not only do they have their own relationship to worry about, they have to deal with the insanity that comes with being two popular celebrities. That's not including the prone-to-spazzing producer or gun-happy manager.
Of course, a band can't be made of just one person, and that's where Hiro comes in. Calm, level-headed, and mature most of the time, it seems like Hiro's the complete opposite of Shuichi; but like his friend, Hiro has his moments of spazzing out, though not as often. He's there to give support and advice whenever Shuichi needs it, and to listen when his friend needs a shoulder to cry on.
But in the end, they both share one dream; to reach the top.
You know, I've gotta wonder about this place. Especially when the name itself is a dead giveaway that something isn't right. That's not including the fact that it's winter and this is supposed to be a summer camp. But if this is what Shuichi thinks will help him get inspiration to write, I'm not going to stop him.
The people here are pretty . . . interesting, though. I met a group of guys when I first arrived who were a little bit too friendly, if you know what I mean. Especially the one who offered to show me the Holy Land; girls might think battle scars are sexy, but a giant hole in the chest isn't exactly a turn-on, especially if you can see right through. I feel kind of bad for bolting on them, but his friend was talking about his "healing power" and going for his pants, and I really didn't want to stick around for that.
. . . maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea after all. Yeah, I wanted to see what this place was like, but there really isn't anything to see. Then again, maybe I'm missing something. The bulletin board was almost helpful, except I'm not about to trust anything written . . . is that blood?
Hey, you don't have to give me that look. I'm not insulting you, just pointing out that the writing looks like somebody--
. . . thanks for the demonstration, but I didn't have to see that. I saw signs for a hospital, so you might want to get that checked out before it gets infected. Or uh, the rest of them fall off. Ouch.
And before you leave, would you mind pointing me back towards the way out of here? I think I'll just go find a nice hotel somewhere far away and come back when it's time to leave. Besides, it looks like those guys from earlier might have followed me, and I'm not waiting around to see if pick-up lines are the only thing they suck at.
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