THE WORLD ENDS WITH YOU ⇌ 「Daisukenojo "Beat" Biitou 」 at ``discedo`beatitlikemjSeptember 10 2009, 13:31:50 UTC
Character's Name: Daisukenojo “Beat” Biito Series: The World Ends With You Timeline: Post-Game. Canon Resource Link: TWEWY Wiki.
What your character can offer: Honestly, he doesn’t have a whole lot to offer in the brain department. In canon, he just leaves the puzzles up to Neku. He’s a tough person to be opposite to, surely, especially inasmuch as his abilities are the most difficult to play with to get Stars (best left to the computer!) He may be hotheaded and quick to jump to assumptions, but he’s got a heart of gold and only wants the best for his sister. What items will they be bringing with them? Just the clothes on his back, a few insignificant Yen, his Tin Pin Fire, and his skateboard (as that’s both his weapon and his source of recreation--though it may be hard to use on the jilted sidewalks).
Third-Person Sample: The wait had been painful. Beat was never one to be patient, especially not when it came the matter of his sister. He paced down the coffee shop, back up, glanced at the clock, and scowled. The only comfort it offered was a staccato, incessant tick, something that was started to echo in his mind restlessly. It’s face offered no comfort.
So he promptly flipped it off.
This wasn’t fair. The trap had been set for him. He was the one who was supposed to be shark food! And instead he’s only left behind with that horrible mental image of the way Rhyme’s face looked when she pushed him out of the way.
It only made him think about how his efforts to save her the first time were all in vain. She had succeeded were he had not, and that was a blow to both his pride and his manhood.
Couldn’t he even save the one person that meant most to him? It was his fault she was even in the game, after all …
And then Hanekoma came out, looking worse for the wear. His glasses were off, and Beat could really see his age in the wrinkles under his eyes.
“Whas tha diagnosis, doc?” He asked with an awkward rub to his shoulder, only for that hand to be seized and a pin placed in it. Beat stared at the taboo summon pin distantly and bit his bottom lip. This wasn’t a time to cry.
He didn’t like that option, though. It was so … demeaning to Rhyme, to look like a damn chipmunk.
“Fuck, man. Why’d she hafta go an’ do dat.”
“She loves you.”
“Yeah, bu’ it ain’t fair!” That time, he slammed a hand down on the table and it shook under the force behind his fist. When Hanekoma said nothing, he turned his back on him and headed for the door.
“Thanks ‘bout this, Mista H, bu’ … I got things to take care’a.”
It almost seems like maybe the man understands, because his only reply is a peaceful--although stoic--silence.
THE WORLD ENDS WITH YOU ⇌ 「Daisukenojo "Beat" Biitou 」 at ``discedo`beatitlikemjSeptember 10 2009, 13:32:16 UTC
First-Person Sample: Man, I ain’t neva seen a kid so skinny eat an ice cream dat big. I unno wha’ it is ‘bout Phones and those huge heaps’a crap that try ta call themselves “desserts” (they ain’t nuttin’ like a heap from Dippin’ Dots, yo), but he devours tha thing like he starvin’ or somethin’.
Kitty-Girl’s a little more calm about her approach, but damn if she ain’t lookin’ ‘bout as hungry as he is. Then again, I can’t really rag on her since I ain’t seen her in like two weeks.
Rhyme’s sittin’ all up beside me, swingin’ her feet over the edge’a tha platform like she does when she’s thinkin’ or she’s jes plain happy. I’m jes glad winnin’ the game or whatever we did gave her memories of us back. I’unno what I’d do witout her permanently.
“Melting,” Phones tells me off-handedly, and it’s only then that I feel the coldness running between my fingers.
“Aw, damn it!”
They jes’ laugh like we’re a big happy family ‘er some shit.
Series: The World Ends With You
Timeline: Post-Game.
Canon Resource Link: TWEWY Wiki.
What your character can offer: Honestly, he doesn’t have a whole lot to offer in the brain department. In canon, he just leaves the puzzles up to Neku. He’s a tough person to be opposite to, surely, especially inasmuch as his abilities are the most difficult to play with to get Stars (best left to the computer!) He may be hotheaded and quick to jump to assumptions, but he’s got a heart of gold and only wants the best for his sister.
What items will they be bringing with them? Just the clothes on his back, a few insignificant Yen, his Tin Pin Fire, and his skateboard (as that’s both his weapon and his source of recreation--though it may be hard to use on the jilted sidewalks).
Third-Person Sample: The wait had been painful. Beat was never one to be patient, especially not when it came the matter of his sister. He paced down the coffee shop, back up, glanced at the clock, and scowled. The only comfort it offered was a staccato, incessant tick, something that was started to echo in his mind restlessly. It’s face offered no comfort.
So he promptly flipped it off.
This wasn’t fair. The trap had been set for him. He was the one who was supposed to be shark food! And instead he’s only left behind with that horrible mental image of the way Rhyme’s face looked when she pushed him out of the way.
It only made him think about how his efforts to save her the first time were all in vain. She had succeeded were he had not, and that was a blow to both his pride and his manhood.
Couldn’t he even save the one person that meant most to him? It was his fault she was even in the game, after all …
And then Hanekoma came out, looking worse for the wear. His glasses were off, and Beat could really see his age in the wrinkles under his eyes.
“Whas tha diagnosis, doc?” He asked with an awkward rub to his shoulder, only for that hand to be seized and a pin placed in it. Beat stared at the taboo summon pin distantly and bit his bottom lip. This wasn’t a time to cry.
He didn’t like that option, though. It was so … demeaning to Rhyme, to look like a damn chipmunk.
“Fuck, man. Why’d she hafta go an’ do dat.”
“She loves you.”
“Yeah, bu’ it ain’t fair!” That time, he slammed a hand down on the table and it shook under the force behind his fist. When Hanekoma said nothing, he turned his back on him and headed for the door.
“Thanks ‘bout this, Mista H, bu’ … I got things to take care’a.”
It almost seems like maybe the man understands, because his only reply is a peaceful--although stoic--silence.
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Kitty-Girl’s a little more calm about her approach, but damn if she ain’t lookin’ ‘bout as hungry as he is. Then again, I can’t really rag on her since I ain’t seen her in like two weeks.
Rhyme’s sittin’ all up beside me, swingin’ her feet over the edge’a tha platform like she does when she’s thinkin’ or she’s jes plain happy. I’m jes glad winnin’ the game or whatever we did gave her memories of us back. I’unno what I’d do witout her permanently.
“Melting,” Phones tells me off-handedly, and it’s only then that I feel the coldness running between my fingers.
“Aw, damn it!”
They jes’ laugh like we’re a big happy family ‘er some shit.
Heh, maybe we are.
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