Near (Death Note) [2/3]kurosaki_akaneJuly 26 2009, 01:25:58 UTC
AU HISTORY; -Near was born in Leicester, England. His real name is Nate River. -When he was a little kid, he was wrongly labeled as autistic, based on his odd behaviour as he ignored the rest of the world in favor of his toys. Under that distant appearance, however, there lay a perfectly functioning and brilliant mind which was easily bored at the lack of stimulus. -It has never been clear to him if that is the reason why his parents left one day, only to never come back again. He was five. -Alerted by some neighbors, the Leicester police found him alone in the house and took him to an orphanage. -At the age of nine, a man named Quills Wammy requested for Near to be transferred into an orphanage created for gifted children, where he could effectively develop his abilities. -After Mr. Wammy died and the orphanage ran out of funding, Mello and Near (ranked second and first at the orphanage) were called into his office. They were given the choice to go to a private school in America to continue their studies or be sent off to an orphanage. -They decided to enroll in the new school, unaware of what was awaiting for them…
PERSONALITY; Near is a pinnacle of intelligence; pure, cold, and unwavering logic, possessing a very low tolerance for those he considers idiotic. He never ever lets his emotions cloud his judgment, thus he tries to avoid them at any cost, always showing an emotionless, undisturbed self. This doesn’t mean he lacks feelings, though, contrary to what many people believe.
Usually detached from the rest of the world and never allowing anyone close, he spends his time alone playing with toys, indoors. He never has a problem in stating what he thinks, and he never fails to do it in a polite way, despite how harsh and untactful the meaning behind his words might be in many cases. People who are unused to his company might find his ways pretty shocking; no one really knows what’s inside that brilliant head, as he tends to keep his thoughts to himself unless it’s his job to share them. His predilection toward playing with toys while he solves the most difficult equations or the most atrocious cases gives everyone the slightly disturbing image of a great mental and physical age gap.
His main and only obsession is to follow in L's footsteps, to become him. Near strives for every single action he takes to be exactly what the man would do in the same situation, and for every single thought crossing his mind to be L's. In the end, however, Near's still himself.
Near (Death Note) [3/3]kurosaki_akaneJuly 26 2009, 01:30:59 UTC
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JOURNAL POST; Nice to meet you. You may call me Near.
This journal shall be used to keep a record of any remarkable event worth mentioning, if anything to leave evidence of my presence in this institution.
I am both hopeful and hopeless that my stay here will go off without incident.
[Private to the teachers] If possible, I wish to request a transfer to a higher grade, as I believe that grade 9 does not quite meet my needs. In the case in which my request is impossible to meet, I would like to request for more additional, challenging work on top of curriculum based assignments.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE; There’s only the sound of puzzle pieces filling the empty, white room. Only puzzle pieces and silence.
Pale fingers continue their ceaseless, mechanical work, fitting piece after piece -- every single one finding its place, each and every one deemed necessary for the whole scheme to be complete, for everything to be perfect.
Time passes, the puzzle is finally completed. The same treacherous fingers that once gave it shape engage in the inverse. Little pieces once again forced to fall onto the ground, separated from where they belong. An easy task -- a puzzle’s full of cracks.
The cyclical, eternal, almost perverse game of creation and destruction. The one humankind has played for as long as there has been existence in this world, mesmerized by its alluring call of power.
Build. Destroy. Repeat. Start. Finish. Repeat.
Like a case expectantly waiting to be solved, like the fire in human passions and desires; like life itself, and all the cruelty and gentleness it entails.
Near knows about human passions because he’s seen others break around him. He knows about life because he’s observed others going through it. He, however, could never relate to those from his personal experience. Not because he’s incapable of feeling anything, despite what certain individuals might claim, but simply because emotions are easy to retain, to the point of almost forgetting they were there to begin with.
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-Near was born in Leicester, England. His real name is Nate River.
-When he was a little kid, he was wrongly labeled as autistic, based on his odd behaviour as he ignored the rest of the world in favor of his toys. Under that distant appearance, however, there lay a perfectly functioning and brilliant mind which was easily bored at the lack of stimulus.
-It has never been clear to him if that is the reason why his parents left one day, only to never come back again. He was five.
-Alerted by some neighbors, the Leicester police found him alone in the house and took him to an orphanage.
-At the age of nine, a man named Quills Wammy requested for Near to be transferred into an orphanage created for gifted children, where he could effectively develop his abilities.
-After Mr. Wammy died and the orphanage ran out of funding, Mello and Near (ranked second and first at the orphanage) were called into his office. They were given the choice to go to a private school in America to continue their studies or be sent off to an orphanage.
-They decided to enroll in the new school, unaware of what was awaiting for them…
PERSONALITY; Near is a pinnacle of intelligence; pure, cold, and unwavering logic, possessing a very low tolerance for those he considers idiotic. He never ever lets his emotions cloud his judgment, thus he tries to avoid them at any cost, always showing an emotionless, undisturbed self. This doesn’t mean he lacks feelings, though, contrary to what many people believe.
Usually detached from the rest of the world and never allowing anyone close, he spends his time alone playing with toys, indoors. He never has a problem in stating what he thinks, and he never fails to do it in a polite way, despite how harsh and untactful the meaning behind his words might be in many cases. People who are unused to his company might find his ways pretty shocking; no one really knows what’s inside that brilliant head, as he tends to keep his thoughts to himself unless it’s his job to share them. His predilection toward playing with toys while he solves the most difficult equations or the most atrocious cases gives everyone the slightly disturbing image of a great mental and physical age gap.
His main and only obsession is to follow in L's footsteps, to become him. Near strives for every single action he takes to be exactly what the man would do in the same situation, and for every single thought crossing his mind to be L's. In the end, however, Near's still himself.
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JOURNAL POST;
Nice to meet you. You may call me Near.
This journal shall be used to keep a record of any remarkable event worth mentioning, if anything to leave evidence of my presence in this institution.
I am both hopeful and hopeless that my stay here will go off without incident.
[Private to the teachers]
If possible, I wish to request a transfer to a higher grade, as I believe that grade 9 does not quite meet my needs. In the case in which my request is impossible to meet, I would like to request for more additional, challenging work on top of curriculum based assignments.
THIRD-PERSON SAMPLE;
There’s only the sound of puzzle pieces filling the empty, white room. Only puzzle pieces and silence.
Pale fingers continue their ceaseless, mechanical work, fitting piece after piece -- every single one finding its place, each and every one deemed necessary for the whole scheme to be complete, for everything to be perfect.
Time passes, the puzzle is finally completed. The same treacherous fingers that once gave it shape engage in the inverse. Little pieces once again forced to fall onto the ground, separated from where they belong. An easy task -- a puzzle’s full of cracks.
The cyclical, eternal, almost perverse game of creation and destruction. The one humankind has played for as long as there has been existence in this world, mesmerized by its alluring call of power.
Build. Destroy. Repeat.
Start. Finish. Repeat.
Like a case expectantly waiting to be solved, like the fire in human passions and desires; like life itself, and all the cruelty and gentleness it entails.
Near knows about human passions because he’s seen others break around him. He knows about life because he’s observed others going through it. He, however, could never relate to those from his personal experience. Not because he’s incapable of feeling anything, despite what certain individuals might claim, but simply because emotions are easy to retain, to the point of almost forgetting they were there to begin with.
Logic comes first; everything else later.
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Now that you're in, please be sure to do the following things:
- Comment to the taken page with your character journal. If you had a reserve, comment to your thread to let us know it has been filled.
- Join paedeia, paedeiaooc, and paedeialogs with your character journal. You may join the OOC community with your regular journal, if you wish.
- Take a look at the scheduling page and fill in the independent study requirement.
- Comment to the dorms page, requesting rooming.
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