Post by Kiku on Sept 22, 2010 0:53:15 GMT -5
Name: Kiku Honda
Country of Origin: Japan
Gender Male
Age: 26
Height: 146 lbs
Weight: 5'4 ft
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Personality: Kiku is a relatively quiet man who keeps to himself. He can be described as ‘shy’ at times, not liking to open up to new people and retracting into his shell when forced to. At the same time, he’s very curious and loves learning new things about other people and customs. He enjoys discovering something new, but tends to hold on to the old ways, even if it makes him appear to act like he’s an old man. This leads others to believe he’s eccentric, but he thinks everything he does is perfectly normal, even if it’s not.
He is a very hard worker, and he maintains a strict work ethic, a trait he likes to see in others. He’s very good at fixing and building things and treats it equally as a job and a hobby. Kiku doesn’t exactly understand why someone would want to be lazy, and finds it annoying when others suggest he take a break or relax. He will often retort with ‘I can relax later, on my own time’.
When he is relaxing, one can mostly find Kiku alone. He keeps to himself most the time and would rather be left alone when he’s trying to unwind. He’ll usually fix himself a cup of tea and disappear to his room. Most of the time, he’ll read a book, but he does have a small obsession that he’d rather keep secret. He’s an otaku, and does own quite a few Hentai collections that he hides with his normal book collection.
When it comes to ‘family’, Kiku shows respect and honors them. Even though he knows they aren’t related. Some of his family members get on his nerves (-COUGH- YongSoo -COUGH-) but he tries to maintain a good relationship, even if it means telling a little white lie instead of the full fledged truth.
He is a very peaceful person, and doesn’t like fighting unless there’s a reason. When he does have to fight, he prefers physical weapons rather than guns or other long range weapons. Kiku often uses a sword and takes very good care of it. He also knows mixed martial arts, picking up moves from all areas instead of concentrating on one particular style.
Since he rarely displays any emotions, some people wonder what his anger would be like. He can only remember getting truly angry once, and from that experience he knows he does not want to go there ever again. This causes him to withhold any and all anger and to leave a verbal fight before they start. He’ll usually calm down by practicing with his sword or on a dummy, something physical so he can release all his pent up emotions.
History: Kiku grew up in a village that treated everyone like family. It was a perfectly serene town, and he enjoyed living there. Both his mother and father were Japanese and taught him respect and honor. He was a very obedient child and listened to his parents every word, only wanting to please them. He had few friends and the most important of them was a self-claimed ‘big brother’, Yao. Yao would teach him things and was always kind to Kiku, even if he didn’t always return it. Whenever Yao called him his brother, he would usually tell him ‘you’re not really my brother’. For some reason, he felt bitter toward him, but tried to overcome it over the years.
One day, when he was in his backyard, tending to the chickens and making sure Yong Soo didn’t try to steal them again, he heard screams. When he ran out front to see what was going on, he saw people starting to invade the village, murdering and pillaging many of the townspeople. Rage filled him, and Kiku ran back inside to grab his father’s sword, planning on fighting these men and protecting who he could. In the midst of the fight, he slashed what he thought was one of the murderers in the back, only to find he had just hurt Yao, his friend, part of the villages' family. He helped Yao out of there, and tore his clothing to try and bandage him up, to stop the bleeding. Guilt racked him and he stayed by Yao’s side while he recovered, doing whatever he could to help. He ended up traveling to a nearby village and got the doctor to tend to Yao.
He returned to the village after making sure Yao would be okay with the doctor. All he found was ash and rubble. He tried to find his parents, with no luck. Either they were gone or they had been killed. Kiku prayed for them and searched the remains of his house for anything. He found a little money, which he paid the doctor with, and two things belonging to his parents. A necklace of his mothers', and a pipe his father had used. He kept them and set out on his own, feeling that when Yao woke up he wouldn’t want to see his face after what he did. Guilt still lives in him today from that incident.
He figured out very soon that living on your own is hard. He had to sell his parents' items, crying the night he had to do so just so he could get food and new clothes. His previous clothing had been ripped to shreds from bandaging Yao and charred by the fires that had destroyed the town. He never let go of the sword though, and used it on anyone who dared try to take it from him. Kiku journeyed for quite a while, living off the kindness of others and working here and there for some money or food, or other type of reward.
After a while, he found himself in a town by the sea. The navy was recruiting and Kiku saw this as a chance to hunt down people like the ones who destroyed the village and work for the good side. He ran into a little bit of trouble getting in, considering he didn’t have any legal documents saying who he was and he didn’t want to give up his sword, but they finally accepted him into a naval academy. He trained for quite a while before even stepping onto a boat. He stuck with the rules and followed orders to the letter. He constantly worked hard to prove himself and slowly rose through the ranks.
Kiku had quite a few friends in the Navy, most of them Asian and speaking in their home tongues with a mixture of English. One of the men introduced him to Anime and Manga, getting him hooked into the world of busty girls with cute smiles. A few of the other guys taught him certain moves from various martial arts. He soon had an arsenal of moves to be used in combat, but he didn’t have a definite style. Kiku didn’t mind too much, but still envied his fellow crewmates who had one type of fighting style down pat. He grew quite close to his crew and did his job well.
One of his duties was helping the crews' engineer fix things. He soon discovered he liked to fix things, and started talking to the engineer quite often. He learned a lot from the older man and extended that knowledge further by buying books on the subject. The Captain put him under the engineer’s guidance to learn more, and he was happy there.
It was after he turned 25 that his happy life with the Navy took a turn. He was in a port one day when a familiar face grabbed him and dragged him off. Im Yong Soo, from his home village, a face he thought he'd never see again. He never thought he’d see anyone from there again. Yong Soo babbled about having a ship and that it was great and that he was coming with him da ze. He managed to convince Yong Soo to at least let him visit the ship and get his things when it became apparent that he wasn’t going to let him go. He has been on the Lucky Dragon ever since.
Allegiance: The sea is what calls to me...
How They Died: They were coming. He knew they were. He could feel it.
Kiku sighed and clasped his hands together in a silent prayer, preparing himself for what he was about to do. He would die an honorable death, away from the hands of the Americans. He had decided to perform seppuku, alone. It was more painful that way, and he knew it, but he didn't have time to retrieve a second. The sword was laid in front of him, ready to be used and glinting faintly in the light of the setting sun.
He slowly took hold of the handle and put his palm to the open blade, positioning it so it faced him. He shut his eyes and prepared to plunge it in when a hand grabbed his wrist firmly. Kiku's eyes shot open and he found a face inches from his own.
"Let go." He said calmly, but the panic in him was starting to rise. What was Korea doing?
"You're not getting out that easy da ze."
The words sent a chill up his spine and he fought to pull his wrist away from Yong Soo. But it was no use. He was stronger than Japan had thought. Korea tightened his grip until the blade fell, clattering on the ground as it was pushed away with a foot. Kiku looked up at the other with wide eyes, his body shaking with a mixture of fury and panic. "What are you doing!? You're going to let them take me away and kill me in whatever way they see fit?!" He cried, struggling against the others' hold. He didn't get an answer. Instead Korea grabbed his other hand and hoisted him onto his feet as there was a crash from the other side of the house.
Funny, he thought, how you heart seems to beat faster when you know you're not going to live.
Dishonor.
Disgrace.
These words and many more ran through his head as he took his place beside Ludwig, facing a row of gunmen, behind some building in the middle of nowhere. Feliciano was there as well, off to the far right on the other side of Ludwig. They were gagged and tied, hands behind their backs as they faced the Americans. His face was a blank mask, betraying no emotion except for his eyes. If one looked close enough, they could see the raw emotion.
Betrayal.
An outrage.
Kiku stood with his shoulders back, tall and proud. If he was going down this way, then he would face it like a man. He wouldn't be afraid. He would not close his eyes and wait for it to be over. He would give whoever had to check his pulse a face to look at, one with wide open eyes and mouth set in grim determination. He didn't look over to Ludwig, or Feliciano. He had seen the last of them this morning, said his goodbyes in his own way. He wished them a peaceful afterlife.
So, this was how it ended. Shot to death, not on a battle field, not in an honorable way, not even by his own hands. As the gunmen clicked off the safety, he took a deep breath. Death was upon them. And Kiku embraced it with open arms.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Is it.... Jack Sparrow?
Country of Origin: Japan
Gender Male
Age: 26
Height: 146 lbs
Weight: 5'4 ft
Appearance:
Crew member of:
Status:
Pet:
Crest:
Personality: Kiku is a relatively quiet man who keeps to himself. He can be described as ‘shy’ at times, not liking to open up to new people and retracting into his shell when forced to. At the same time, he’s very curious and loves learning new things about other people and customs. He enjoys discovering something new, but tends to hold on to the old ways, even if it makes him appear to act like he’s an old man. This leads others to believe he’s eccentric, but he thinks everything he does is perfectly normal, even if it’s not.
He is a very hard worker, and he maintains a strict work ethic, a trait he likes to see in others. He’s very good at fixing and building things and treats it equally as a job and a hobby. Kiku doesn’t exactly understand why someone would want to be lazy, and finds it annoying when others suggest he take a break or relax. He will often retort with ‘I can relax later, on my own time’.
When he is relaxing, one can mostly find Kiku alone. He keeps to himself most the time and would rather be left alone when he’s trying to unwind. He’ll usually fix himself a cup of tea and disappear to his room. Most of the time, he’ll read a book, but he does have a small obsession that he’d rather keep secret. He’s an otaku, and does own quite a few Hentai collections that he hides with his normal book collection.
When it comes to ‘family’, Kiku shows respect and honors them. Even though he knows they aren’t related. Some of his family members get on his nerves (-COUGH- YongSoo -COUGH-) but he tries to maintain a good relationship, even if it means telling a little white lie instead of the full fledged truth.
He is a very peaceful person, and doesn’t like fighting unless there’s a reason. When he does have to fight, he prefers physical weapons rather than guns or other long range weapons. Kiku often uses a sword and takes very good care of it. He also knows mixed martial arts, picking up moves from all areas instead of concentrating on one particular style.
Since he rarely displays any emotions, some people wonder what his anger would be like. He can only remember getting truly angry once, and from that experience he knows he does not want to go there ever again. This causes him to withhold any and all anger and to leave a verbal fight before they start. He’ll usually calm down by practicing with his sword or on a dummy, something physical so he can release all his pent up emotions.
History: Kiku grew up in a village that treated everyone like family. It was a perfectly serene town, and he enjoyed living there. Both his mother and father were Japanese and taught him respect and honor. He was a very obedient child and listened to his parents every word, only wanting to please them. He had few friends and the most important of them was a self-claimed ‘big brother’, Yao. Yao would teach him things and was always kind to Kiku, even if he didn’t always return it. Whenever Yao called him his brother, he would usually tell him ‘you’re not really my brother’. For some reason, he felt bitter toward him, but tried to overcome it over the years.
One day, when he was in his backyard, tending to the chickens and making sure Yong Soo didn’t try to steal them again, he heard screams. When he ran out front to see what was going on, he saw people starting to invade the village, murdering and pillaging many of the townspeople. Rage filled him, and Kiku ran back inside to grab his father’s sword, planning on fighting these men and protecting who he could. In the midst of the fight, he slashed what he thought was one of the murderers in the back, only to find he had just hurt Yao, his friend, part of the villages' family. He helped Yao out of there, and tore his clothing to try and bandage him up, to stop the bleeding. Guilt racked him and he stayed by Yao’s side while he recovered, doing whatever he could to help. He ended up traveling to a nearby village and got the doctor to tend to Yao.
He returned to the village after making sure Yao would be okay with the doctor. All he found was ash and rubble. He tried to find his parents, with no luck. Either they were gone or they had been killed. Kiku prayed for them and searched the remains of his house for anything. He found a little money, which he paid the doctor with, and two things belonging to his parents. A necklace of his mothers', and a pipe his father had used. He kept them and set out on his own, feeling that when Yao woke up he wouldn’t want to see his face after what he did. Guilt still lives in him today from that incident.
He figured out very soon that living on your own is hard. He had to sell his parents' items, crying the night he had to do so just so he could get food and new clothes. His previous clothing had been ripped to shreds from bandaging Yao and charred by the fires that had destroyed the town. He never let go of the sword though, and used it on anyone who dared try to take it from him. Kiku journeyed for quite a while, living off the kindness of others and working here and there for some money or food, or other type of reward.
After a while, he found himself in a town by the sea. The navy was recruiting and Kiku saw this as a chance to hunt down people like the ones who destroyed the village and work for the good side. He ran into a little bit of trouble getting in, considering he didn’t have any legal documents saying who he was and he didn’t want to give up his sword, but they finally accepted him into a naval academy. He trained for quite a while before even stepping onto a boat. He stuck with the rules and followed orders to the letter. He constantly worked hard to prove himself and slowly rose through the ranks.
Kiku had quite a few friends in the Navy, most of them Asian and speaking in their home tongues with a mixture of English. One of the men introduced him to Anime and Manga, getting him hooked into the world of busty girls with cute smiles. A few of the other guys taught him certain moves from various martial arts. He soon had an arsenal of moves to be used in combat, but he didn’t have a definite style. Kiku didn’t mind too much, but still envied his fellow crewmates who had one type of fighting style down pat. He grew quite close to his crew and did his job well.
One of his duties was helping the crews' engineer fix things. He soon discovered he liked to fix things, and started talking to the engineer quite often. He learned a lot from the older man and extended that knowledge further by buying books on the subject. The Captain put him under the engineer’s guidance to learn more, and he was happy there.
It was after he turned 25 that his happy life with the Navy took a turn. He was in a port one day when a familiar face grabbed him and dragged him off. Im Yong Soo, from his home village, a face he thought he'd never see again. He never thought he’d see anyone from there again. Yong Soo babbled about having a ship and that it was great and that he was coming with him da ze. He managed to convince Yong Soo to at least let him visit the ship and get his things when it became apparent that he wasn’t going to let him go. He has been on the Lucky Dragon ever since.
Allegiance: The sea is what calls to me...
How They Died: They were coming. He knew they were. He could feel it.
Kiku sighed and clasped his hands together in a silent prayer, preparing himself for what he was about to do. He would die an honorable death, away from the hands of the Americans. He had decided to perform seppuku, alone. It was more painful that way, and he knew it, but he didn't have time to retrieve a second. The sword was laid in front of him, ready to be used and glinting faintly in the light of the setting sun.
He slowly took hold of the handle and put his palm to the open blade, positioning it so it faced him. He shut his eyes and prepared to plunge it in when a hand grabbed his wrist firmly. Kiku's eyes shot open and he found a face inches from his own.
"Let go." He said calmly, but the panic in him was starting to rise. What was Korea doing?
"You're not getting out that easy da ze."
The words sent a chill up his spine and he fought to pull his wrist away from Yong Soo. But it was no use. He was stronger than Japan had thought. Korea tightened his grip until the blade fell, clattering on the ground as it was pushed away with a foot. Kiku looked up at the other with wide eyes, his body shaking with a mixture of fury and panic. "What are you doing!? You're going to let them take me away and kill me in whatever way they see fit?!" He cried, struggling against the others' hold. He didn't get an answer. Instead Korea grabbed his other hand and hoisted him onto his feet as there was a crash from the other side of the house.
Funny, he thought, how you heart seems to beat faster when you know you're not going to live.
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Dishonor.
Disgrace.
These words and many more ran through his head as he took his place beside Ludwig, facing a row of gunmen, behind some building in the middle of nowhere. Feliciano was there as well, off to the far right on the other side of Ludwig. They were gagged and tied, hands behind their backs as they faced the Americans. His face was a blank mask, betraying no emotion except for his eyes. If one looked close enough, they could see the raw emotion.
Betrayal.
An outrage.
Kiku stood with his shoulders back, tall and proud. If he was going down this way, then he would face it like a man. He wouldn't be afraid. He would not close his eyes and wait for it to be over. He would give whoever had to check his pulse a face to look at, one with wide open eyes and mouth set in grim determination. He didn't look over to Ludwig, or Feliciano. He had seen the last of them this morning, said his goodbyes in his own way. He wished them a peaceful afterlife.
So, this was how it ended. Shot to death, not on a battle field, not in an honorable way, not even by his own hands. As the gunmen clicked off the safety, he took a deep breath. Death was upon them. And Kiku embraced it with open arms.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: Is it.... Jack Sparrow?
