Profile Post
Name: Fuuta
Age: Twelve
Occupation: Sales Statistics Keeper in training. Currently ranks the local book sales for Vongola.
What company do they work for?: Vongola
Any changes to your character's appearance?: A few extra inches height-wise, but nothing other than that. (oh fuuta, you and your book geek clothes)
History: Since before he can remember, Fuuta's parents have traveled the world, dragging their son along with them. They move every few years, switching countries almost as much as they do clothes. As such, he's kept himself from getting too attached to anything that he can't take with him when he leaves. He only very rarely made friends, since he'd just have to say goodbye to them a little while later.
Even after finally moving back to Namimori after six years, Fuuta was doubtful. They'd never come back to a place where they'd already lived, but even if it was an exception, he was silently skeptical when his parents said this time it would be different. However, his hopes quickly smothered his doubt. They truly seemed to be there for good.
Being as good (if not better) than his father at record-keeping, Fuuta began to do small tasks to aid the company the older man worked for. He's always been happy, even glad to help in any way he could. He doesn't mind occasionally being an errand boy for a few of the Vongola's writers, since it keeps him from thinking that he's just a burden to them, and gives him something extra to do if his own work is done.
Sample Third Person Post: Run. Run away. Go back home, and get there as fast as you can. Fuuta's common sense was warning him, fighting desperately against his urge to get the job over with. This was his least favorite stop out of all the bookstores he went to: Kokuyo. The shop itself wasn't the least bit imposing other than the larger-than-average size.
The real reason he was so prepared to start sprinting was the people inside it. All the employees there, save for one or two, were incredibly intimidating. He swore that he'd heard one of them growl at him once. Usually strangers, even big strangers, didn't scare him this much. It was odd, but they were different somehow. They were scary.
Fuuta turned around so that he no longer faced the door. Maybe, just this once, it'd be okay to wait a little while, until someone could come with him. Since everyone at Vongola had been busy with their own work, no one could accompany him. He never minded the clerks and workers there so long as there was someone with him. Maybe they wouldn't mind, just this once...
He grasped the large red ranking book close to his chest. No, he had to do it, he was sure. Even if he was scared, he still needed that month's numbers to get accurate results. This job, however insignificant it might be, had been entrusted to him, and he wasn't about to let Tsuna down. With new resolve, he turned around and opened the door so that he wouldn't have time to take back his decision.
This is for them. I have to be brave. For them. He reminded himself quickly, eyes clenched shut as he stepped inside.
Sample Journal Entry: Is it weird that I can remember last month's sales count, but not the coffee orders for three people?
I think I mixed up one of the coffees today. When I finally got it back to the office, he started acting weird after taking a sip... Maybe it was two shots of espresso, not four.
It should be okay, so long as it doesn't hurt his writing, right?
Next time I'll write them all down somewhere, just to make sure.
Age: Twelve
Occupation: Sales Statistics Keeper in training. Currently ranks the local book sales for Vongola.
What company do they work for?: Vongola
Any changes to your character's appearance?: A few extra inches height-wise, but nothing other than that. (oh fuuta, you and your book geek clothes)
History: Since before he can remember, Fuuta's parents have traveled the world, dragging their son along with them. They move every few years, switching countries almost as much as they do clothes. As such, he's kept himself from getting too attached to anything that he can't take with him when he leaves. He only very rarely made friends, since he'd just have to say goodbye to them a little while later.
Even after finally moving back to Namimori after six years, Fuuta was doubtful. They'd never come back to a place where they'd already lived, but even if it was an exception, he was silently skeptical when his parents said this time it would be different. However, his hopes quickly smothered his doubt. They truly seemed to be there for good.
Being as good (if not better) than his father at record-keeping, Fuuta began to do small tasks to aid the company the older man worked for. He's always been happy, even glad to help in any way he could. He doesn't mind occasionally being an errand boy for a few of the Vongola's writers, since it keeps him from thinking that he's just a burden to them, and gives him something extra to do if his own work is done.
Sample Third Person Post: Run. Run away. Go back home, and get there as fast as you can. Fuuta's common sense was warning him, fighting desperately against his urge to get the job over with. This was his least favorite stop out of all the bookstores he went to: Kokuyo. The shop itself wasn't the least bit imposing other than the larger-than-average size.
The real reason he was so prepared to start sprinting was the people inside it. All the employees there, save for one or two, were incredibly intimidating. He swore that he'd heard one of them growl at him once. Usually strangers, even big strangers, didn't scare him this much. It was odd, but they were different somehow. They were scary.
Fuuta turned around so that he no longer faced the door. Maybe, just this once, it'd be okay to wait a little while, until someone could come with him. Since everyone at Vongola had been busy with their own work, no one could accompany him. He never minded the clerks and workers there so long as there was someone with him. Maybe they wouldn't mind, just this once...
He grasped the large red ranking book close to his chest. No, he had to do it, he was sure. Even if he was scared, he still needed that month's numbers to get accurate results. This job, however insignificant it might be, had been entrusted to him, and he wasn't about to let Tsuna down. With new resolve, he turned around and opened the door so that he wouldn't have time to take back his decision.
This is for them. I have to be brave. For them. He reminded himself quickly, eyes clenched shut as he stepped inside.
Sample Journal Entry: Is it weird that I can remember last month's sales count, but not the coffee orders for three people?
I think I mixed up one of the coffees today. When I finally got it back to the office, he started acting weird after taking a sip... Maybe it was two shots of espresso, not four.
It should be okay, so long as it doesn't hurt his writing, right?
Next time I'll write them all down somewhere, just to make sure.