Nakano Hiroshi - Gravitation - Application
OOC:
Name: Dis
Are you over 16?:Why, yes, I am~<3
Personal LJ: Snarkrabbit
Email: Mephistophocat [at] gmail [dot] com
Timezone: UTC−05:00
Other contact:
• Plurk: Snarkrabbit
• Gmail: Mephistophocat [at] gmail [dot] com
Characters already in the game: None.
How did you find us?: Gravitation!cast head-hunting~<3
IC:
Character name: Nakano Hiroshi
Fandom: Gravitation
Timeline: Somewhere amidst the events of chapters 21-22.
Age: 19
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: While Hiro is both musically and intellectually gifted, he is still a creature of a debatably realistic portrayal of Earth, and so is lacking in the magic department.
He is, however, a great listener, and posses a level of patience that may be deemed supernatural.
How would they use their abilities?: To bring peace to space through the power of music! Nothing special. Maybe hook up with a band and jam. Maybe get written up for a few noise violations. If he gets really wild, he might even decide to sit around and...read!
Appearance: At 5'8, Hiro is taller than is average for Japan, but, he's not going to be winning any height contests anywhere else. His physique could generally be described as athletic, though, one has to wonder what on Earth he’s done to deserve it, with all the sitting around he does. Grey eyes, and long hair that falls just shy of fire-engine red contrast sharply with his pale skin, and make for an unusual, if striking, overall appearance.
That Hiro’s wardrobe is stylish at all is probably pure coincidence. Motorcycle chic meets neo-grunge--or, in other words, things from the sale rack, and whatever gear he threw on before hoping on his motorcycle to drive to work. What few flashy pieces he does own (mostly jewelry and performance pieces) are either gifts, or items picked out by Hiro’s best friend, Shuichi.
Background/Personality:
Once upon a time, there lived a sweet little boy by the name of Hiroshi Nakano. He was a good child, top of his class, and ever-mindful of his parents wishes. As with many parents, his wanted only the best for their offspring; and by "the best," they meant a career as a distinguished doctor at a fittingly renowned institution. Whether or not the Nakano boys were interested in studying medicine was another, and completely irrelevant, matter. A child's duty rests in doing his family proud. For the Nakanos, that meant getting (and making use of) a doctorate.
Which was just fine by Hiroshi. He was a more sociable, freewheeling type than your typical aspiring med. student, but who said a personality and career had to match? Unlike his older brother, Yuuji, Hiroshi's heart wasn't set on a different path. Yuuji dreamed of being an actor, and devoted his every available waking moment to making his goal a reality. Sure, his grades were mediocre, and no, he probably couldn't get into a decent school if he tried, but, he was happy. Both boys were. Hiroshi, as the reliable academic, and Yuuji as the rebellious artist. Theirs was a perfect equilibrium.
Hiro was about seven when that all changed.
It was shortly after he and his family had moved from Hokkaido to Tokyo. He had been minding his own business, zooming around the school yard with a group of friends, when it happened. What "it" is, neither Hiro nor the boy that fateful encounter caused him to meet, can recall. They know that it involved sand, a football, and an inconveniently placed squirrel, but, generally agree that the result matters more than the details: it was what brought Shuichi Shindo & Hiroshi Nakano into one another's lives.
"It" was also the accidental formation of Bad Luck.
Shuichi Shindo wasn't unlucky. Quite the opposite, in fact; if anything, the boy had been born under a blessed star. The world almost seemed to revolve around him, as if everything in his path were drawn in by the force of gravity. Hiro was no exception.
Slowly, but surely, he was drawn further away from the future set out for him, and more into Shuichi’s world--that of music.
It started with clapping. Just clapping and tapping along to Shuichi’s arrangements. But, rhythm wasn’t what interested Hiro. Actually, he wasn’t much up for melody, either. It was the act of playing--the challenge of motion. Something straddling the line between sound and movement.
The guitar, he found, was a perfect match; fingers flying across strings, picking out notes and plucking them into the air. It was song and sport in one--harmony in its purest form.
Or, so he felt. As with all new musicians Hiro needed practice. The trembling chords and screeching crescendos were enough to make a connoisseur's ears bleed.
But, practice he did. And by the close of high school, Hiro and Shuichi both had grown quite adept in their craft. Maybe Shuichi’s piano was a bit rough around the edges, but, his vocals were in a league of their own. They had small shows, both in school and out, and even had a few fans (all classmates, but, who was he to be picky?). Times were good.
But, as with all good things, it would have to end. After high school, Hiro would have to go on to medical school. It would be studying and academics from there on out with little or no time to play.
The logical part of his mind accepted this, so...why did he feel like he was making a mistake?
Shuichi, predictably, threw a fit when he learnt that Hiro was quitting the guitar. But, really, there was no time, and Hiro’s parents were becoming more insistent by the day: they had placed their hopes in him. It was his job as a son to see things through.
Like a good boy, Hiro went to the entrance exams for medical school. He went---and promptly fell asleep.
The answers? He knew them. The fibula is found on the lateral side of the tibia. The arthroial joint between the lateral condyle of the tibia and the head of the fibula is called the superior tibiofibular articulation. The scapula is positioned on a posterolateral aspect of the thoracic cage. Blah, blah, blah. None of that was the problem. No. It was just...the subject matter was...really. Boring. As much as he wanted to be a good son, Hiro wasn’t sure he could spend the rest of his life doing something that literally bored him to sleep.
But, he would have to, wouldn’t he? Yuuji was the one who could do as he pleased. It was up to Hiro to be the responsible one. It would take a lecture from Yuuji himself to convince Hiro otherwise, but, it was a good thing he did: Shuichi had been right.
Bad Luck (so named after the duo’s childhood monkier) rocketed to fame--well, sort of. They weren’t super-stars, but, they were getting there. Still, there sound was missing something.
Tohma Seiguchi, musical genius, rock legend, and head of NG Studios knew just what it was: a third member. Two-man bands worked with back-up, but everything sold better in groups of three.
Shuichi, predictably, threw a fit: It was supposed to be just the two of them. Adding a third person would be wrong! Hiro didn’t see what the fuss was: if one of the industry’s most brilliant minds had an idea, there was probably some merit in going along with it. If anything, the two of them should be grateful. It was just another little thing that Shuichi was treating like the end of the world.
Incidentally, the world did wind up ending the next day, but, Hiro strongly doubted that their band had anything to do with it.
When it come to personality, Hiro is noted for always being the laid-back, level-headed one, He can take charge and stage confrontations when needed, but, then, there usually isn't a need. Sitting back and watching life float along, heading wherever the current takes leads--that sort of thing is much more to his liking.
Hiro is the person others turn to for advice, a good laugh, or a shoulder to cry on. He's clever enough to understand, patient enough to put up with it (whatever "it" may be), and kind enough to care. The perfect recipe for a reluctant, un-paid therapist your classic "nice guy"-friend.
Granted, the prototypical sweetie-pie's probably a bit less laid-back (because, let's face it, Hiro takes it all the way to deadpan), and definitely isn't as prone to snarking. If Hiro really fit the bill, he may not have had such a reputation with the cops as a kid; though, to be fair, that was almost entirely Shuichi's doing, and they never got into anything Hiro couldn't talk them out of.
If Hiro were an ideal do-gooder, there's a chance he'd have taken his brilliant mind, and put it to use curing life-threatening diseases instead of...playing the guitar.
So, it's possible that he's a few ingredients short of the ideal Mr. Nice Guy recipe. But, all recipes can use variations--who says a deadpand, freewheeling nice guy isn't just as sweet~?
Have you read up on how the game works?: The guide plug-in is known as the FlamingFerret. You can earn money honestly by signing up for jobs, missions or doing some freelancing, and dishonestly by stealing. The more often you steal, the more likely you are to get caught, so, crime never pays it’s probably a better idea to just work and get the punishment over with~
1st person sample:
[If he hadn’t grown up with Shuichi, being greeted by what appeared to be a clothed anthropomorphic blue whale may have been a bit unusual. As is, Hiro was mostly curious about where it (he? she?) had gotten those shoes.]
Custom?
[He motioned at the “foot”wear, flashy red numbers with bold white stitching, and silver rivets running up the sides.]
...
[Nothing. Either outer-space whales weren’t big talkers or his presence was not wanted. From the hostile atmosphere, Hiro would guess the latter.]
H’okay, tough crowd. I'll just...go over here then. To this...
[Hiro leaned leaned back, in an attempt to see what it was he'd decided to join forces with. The writing wasn't in any language he read, but, the image bore a striking resemblance to many a member of the Patellogastropoda clade.]
...giant limpet.
3rd person sample:
It was a plan, and a good one at that. There was a petrol station about a block or two away. It'd be closed at this time of night, but the rows of vending machines out front were 24/7. Too few things were. Life, taken at one's own pace, didn't always step neatly to the hours the world set out for it. Sometimes, you just had to make a run out for cigarettes and candy way the heck past midnight.
The air outside was warm, though not enough so to cause discomfort. Now and again, wind could be felt as it whispered around the city streets, licking past torn fliers, and gently ruffling clothes; perfect t-shirt weather, Hiro thought.
Neither spoke as they made their way past the dimly-lit displays and vacant lots of the shopping district; words weren't needed. They'd been together since they were little kids, and would probably stay together until they were crotchety old men.
It was kind of comforting, in a way.
Too soon, the lights of the station came into view, breaking whatever spell had settled around them.
“What are the chances that we're going to have to go questing for vending machines if these don't have the candy you want?”
Questions?:
Why is this premise so awesome?! Hiro has a motorcycle and two guitars. May they come along?
Did you put your characters name and fandom in the subject: I did~! <3 Or, I will. This is a trick question for external posts, isn't it? orz
Name: Dis
Are you over 16?:Why, yes, I am~<3
Personal LJ: Snarkrabbit
Email: Mephistophocat [at] gmail [dot] com
Timezone: UTC−05:00
Other contact:
• Plurk: Snarkrabbit
• Gmail: Mephistophocat [at] gmail [dot] com
Characters already in the game: None.
How did you find us?: Gravitation!cast head-hunting~<3
IC:
Character name: Nakano Hiroshi
Fandom: Gravitation
Timeline: Somewhere amidst the events of chapters 21-22.
Age: 19
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths: While Hiro is both musically and intellectually gifted, he is still a creature of a debatably realistic portrayal of Earth, and so is lacking in the magic department.
He is, however, a great listener, and posses a level of patience that may be deemed supernatural.
How would they use their abilities?: To bring peace to space through the power of music! Nothing special. Maybe hook up with a band and jam. Maybe get written up for a few noise violations. If he gets really wild, he might even decide to sit around and...read!
Appearance: At 5'8, Hiro is taller than is average for Japan, but, he's not going to be winning any height contests anywhere else. His physique could generally be described as athletic, though, one has to wonder what on Earth he’s done to deserve it, with all the sitting around he does. Grey eyes, and long hair that falls just shy of fire-engine red contrast sharply with his pale skin, and make for an unusual, if striking, overall appearance.
That Hiro’s wardrobe is stylish at all is probably pure coincidence. Motorcycle chic meets neo-grunge--or, in other words, things from the sale rack, and whatever gear he threw on before hoping on his motorcycle to drive to work. What few flashy pieces he does own (mostly jewelry and performance pieces) are either gifts, or items picked out by Hiro’s best friend, Shuichi.
Background/Personality:
Once upon a time, there lived a sweet little boy by the name of Hiroshi Nakano. He was a good child, top of his class, and ever-mindful of his parents wishes. As with many parents, his wanted only the best for their offspring; and by "the best," they meant a career as a distinguished doctor at a fittingly renowned institution. Whether or not the Nakano boys were interested in studying medicine was another, and completely irrelevant, matter. A child's duty rests in doing his family proud. For the Nakanos, that meant getting (and making use of) a doctorate.
Which was just fine by Hiroshi. He was a more sociable, freewheeling type than your typical aspiring med. student, but who said a personality and career had to match? Unlike his older brother, Yuuji, Hiroshi's heart wasn't set on a different path. Yuuji dreamed of being an actor, and devoted his every available waking moment to making his goal a reality. Sure, his grades were mediocre, and no, he probably couldn't get into a decent school if he tried, but, he was happy. Both boys were. Hiroshi, as the reliable academic, and Yuuji as the rebellious artist. Theirs was a perfect equilibrium.
Hiro was about seven when that all changed.
It was shortly after he and his family had moved from Hokkaido to Tokyo. He had been minding his own business, zooming around the school yard with a group of friends, when it happened. What "it" is, neither Hiro nor the boy that fateful encounter caused him to meet, can recall. They know that it involved sand, a football, and an inconveniently placed squirrel, but, generally agree that the result matters more than the details: it was what brought Shuichi Shindo & Hiroshi Nakano into one another's lives.
"It" was also the accidental formation of Bad Luck.
Shuichi Shindo wasn't unlucky. Quite the opposite, in fact; if anything, the boy had been born under a blessed star. The world almost seemed to revolve around him, as if everything in his path were drawn in by the force of gravity. Hiro was no exception.
Slowly, but surely, he was drawn further away from the future set out for him, and more into Shuichi’s world--that of music.
It started with clapping. Just clapping and tapping along to Shuichi’s arrangements. But, rhythm wasn’t what interested Hiro. Actually, he wasn’t much up for melody, either. It was the act of playing--the challenge of motion. Something straddling the line between sound and movement.
The guitar, he found, was a perfect match; fingers flying across strings, picking out notes and plucking them into the air. It was song and sport in one--harmony in its purest form.
Or, so he felt. As with all new musicians Hiro needed practice. The trembling chords and screeching crescendos were enough to make a connoisseur's ears bleed.
But, practice he did. And by the close of high school, Hiro and Shuichi both had grown quite adept in their craft. Maybe Shuichi’s piano was a bit rough around the edges, but, his vocals were in a league of their own. They had small shows, both in school and out, and even had a few fans (all classmates, but, who was he to be picky?). Times were good.
But, as with all good things, it would have to end. After high school, Hiro would have to go on to medical school. It would be studying and academics from there on out with little or no time to play.
The logical part of his mind accepted this, so...why did he feel like he was making a mistake?
Shuichi, predictably, threw a fit when he learnt that Hiro was quitting the guitar. But, really, there was no time, and Hiro’s parents were becoming more insistent by the day: they had placed their hopes in him. It was his job as a son to see things through.
Like a good boy, Hiro went to the entrance exams for medical school. He went---and promptly fell asleep.
The answers? He knew them. The fibula is found on the lateral side of the tibia. The arthroial joint between the lateral condyle of the tibia and the head of the fibula is called the superior tibiofibular articulation. The scapula is positioned on a posterolateral aspect of the thoracic cage. Blah, blah, blah. None of that was the problem. No. It was just...the subject matter was...really. Boring. As much as he wanted to be a good son, Hiro wasn’t sure he could spend the rest of his life doing something that literally bored him to sleep.
But, he would have to, wouldn’t he? Yuuji was the one who could do as he pleased. It was up to Hiro to be the responsible one. It would take a lecture from Yuuji himself to convince Hiro otherwise, but, it was a good thing he did: Shuichi had been right.
Bad Luck (so named after the duo’s childhood monkier) rocketed to fame--well, sort of. They weren’t super-stars, but, they were getting there. Still, there sound was missing something.
Tohma Seiguchi, musical genius, rock legend, and head of NG Studios knew just what it was: a third member. Two-man bands worked with back-up, but everything sold better in groups of three.
Shuichi, predictably, threw a fit: It was supposed to be just the two of them. Adding a third person would be wrong! Hiro didn’t see what the fuss was: if one of the industry’s most brilliant minds had an idea, there was probably some merit in going along with it. If anything, the two of them should be grateful. It was just another little thing that Shuichi was treating like the end of the world.
Incidentally, the world did wind up ending the next day, but, Hiro strongly doubted that their band had anything to do with it.
When it come to personality, Hiro is noted for always being the laid-back, level-headed one, He can take charge and stage confrontations when needed, but, then, there usually isn't a need. Sitting back and watching life float along, heading wherever the current takes leads--that sort of thing is much more to his liking.
Hiro is the person others turn to for advice, a good laugh, or a shoulder to cry on. He's clever enough to understand, patient enough to put up with it (whatever "it" may be), and kind enough to care. The perfect recipe for a reluctant, un-paid therapist your classic "nice guy"-friend.
Granted, the prototypical sweetie-pie's probably a bit less laid-back (because, let's face it, Hiro takes it all the way to deadpan), and definitely isn't as prone to snarking. If Hiro really fit the bill, he may not have had such a reputation with the cops as a kid; though, to be fair, that was almost entirely Shuichi's doing, and they never got into anything Hiro couldn't talk them out of.
If Hiro were an ideal do-gooder, there's a chance he'd have taken his brilliant mind, and put it to use curing life-threatening diseases instead of...playing the guitar.
So, it's possible that he's a few ingredients short of the ideal Mr. Nice Guy recipe. But, all recipes can use variations--who says a deadpand, freewheeling nice guy isn't just as sweet~?
Have you read up on how the game works?: The guide plug-in is known as the FlamingFerret. You can earn money honestly by signing up for jobs, missions or doing some freelancing, and dishonestly by stealing. The more often you steal, the more likely you are to get caught, so, crime never pays it’s probably a better idea to just work and get the punishment over with~
1st person sample:
[If he hadn’t grown up with Shuichi, being greeted by what appeared to be a clothed anthropomorphic blue whale may have been a bit unusual. As is, Hiro was mostly curious about where it (he? she?) had gotten those shoes.]
Custom?
[He motioned at the “foot”wear, flashy red numbers with bold white stitching, and silver rivets running up the sides.]
...
[Nothing. Either outer-space whales weren’t big talkers or his presence was not wanted. From the hostile atmosphere, Hiro would guess the latter.]
H’okay, tough crowd. I'll just...go over here then. To this...
[Hiro leaned leaned back, in an attempt to see what it was he'd decided to join forces with. The writing wasn't in any language he read, but, the image bore a striking resemblance to many a member of the Patellogastropoda clade.]
...giant limpet.
3rd person sample:
It was a plan, and a good one at that. There was a petrol station about a block or two away. It'd be closed at this time of night, but the rows of vending machines out front were 24/7. Too few things were. Life, taken at one's own pace, didn't always step neatly to the hours the world set out for it. Sometimes, you just had to make a run out for cigarettes and candy way the heck past midnight.
The air outside was warm, though not enough so to cause discomfort. Now and again, wind could be felt as it whispered around the city streets, licking past torn fliers, and gently ruffling clothes; perfect t-shirt weather, Hiro thought.
Neither spoke as they made their way past the dimly-lit displays and vacant lots of the shopping district; words weren't needed. They'd been together since they were little kids, and would probably stay together until they were crotchety old men.
It was kind of comforting, in a way.
Too soon, the lights of the station came into view, breaking whatever spell had settled around them.
“What are the chances that we're going to have to go questing for vending machines if these don't have the candy you want?”
Questions?:
Why is this premise so awesome?! Hiro has a motorcycle and two guitars. May they come along?
Did you put your characters name and fandom in the subject: I did~! <3 Or, I will. This is a trick question for external posts, isn't it? orz