Post by Darla Hitawa on Apr 7, 2008 20:05:17 GMT
Who I am
Essentials:
Name:
Darla Hitawa.
Birthday:
14th December 1989.
Age:
18.
Gender:
Male.
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual.
My Story and Family:
History:
Darla was born in Tokyo, Japan - not that he remembers it much - he and his family moved to New York when he was one and a half years old. Something to do with his fathers work, or rather the lack of it. Since then he's been brought up with both western and eastern traditions. He's fluent in both English and Japanese. The way his mother wanted. He'd never had a very good relationship with his father, he was never home. Being an only child he turned to his mother alot, maybe the reason he's not completely straight - lack of male influences - sure he had his friends at school, but they were never as close to him as his mother. He'd always done his best to please both of his parents, but his father always seemed so tense and stressed that he rarely bothered to congratulate his son on anything. Darla recently graduated High School, and sought the opportunity for a change of scenery. A cruise, to the Bahamas...(cont below)
How you arrived on the island:
Though his holiday seemed the perfect get away, it soon took a turn for the worst. Something went wrong with the ships navigations systems, North was East, South was West. The dial just went crazy, before they knew it the Bahamas where way behind them, and they'd found a whole new island, triangular, and off the map. But what made situations worse - there was no going back.
Family Members:
None on the island, but Mother and Father situated in New York.
A bit more about me:
Picture:
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Celebrity:
Aiba Hiroki
Physical Description:
Darla has shoulder length auburn hair, it's nearly always straight - lucky for him he doesn't have to straighten it, it's naturally that way. He's quite tall, measuring in at 6ft 2. His complection is quite pale for an asian boy but his hair colour and wardrobe bring a little vibrancy to his appearance.
Personality:
Bouncy, happy, friendly and kind-hearted. Though deep down he's really quite lonely and unhappy, desperate to please his father. However, he's hopeful that this new life on the island will allow him to forget his desperate childhood.
Interests:
Music, Books, Anime, Fashion - to an extent, Women, Cute Men.
Dislikes:
The Dark, Birds, cocky people.
Fears:
His above dislikes, and returning home - he believes his father will think him a total failure.
Sample of your RP style:
Cho's small arms clasped for a box on the top shelf of her supplies cupboard. She sighed, jumping as she tried to grip the dusty object. 'Gah!' She mentally screamed. The squeaking of wood along shiny floors filled the room. Cho stood onto the stool she had placed inside the cupboard. Her arms automatically spread out, the make-shift stepladder seemed to wobble beneath her. After successfully grabbing the box she looked down at the short yet alarming drop she needed to jump. "I can see why I married a tall man..." She muttered to herself, wandering how Angel's day was going in the Department of Music.
An odd noise embraced her ears. "I love you, you love me..." Someone was singing, rather well if she was honest, "...We're a happy family..." Cho struggled to recognize the voice, she bit the bullet and jumped off the stool, bending her knees as she hit the ground. She smiled, sighing a little before walking over to one of the desks in the classroom. The singing continued to echo around her like a pleasant drone in the background. She opened the wooden box, her mind flicking forwards and backwards from the past to the present. Cho slammed the box shut, unsure of the context she thought hard for a moment. 'Is this such a good idea?' She pondered, "...won't you say you love me too?" The song had finished, the person was still around. She composed herself and quickly opened the box infront of her, it was lined the photographs, herself as a child with family and friends. Other newspaper articles lay in the box.
'Murderer of 3 still a mystery in a small Tokyo suburb.' Read one of the headings on a particularly antique piece of paper. Her lip quivered, she quickly pulled out her old school books, one containing her German notes before shutting the lid back down. She took some deep breaths, her hands subconsciously turning into fists as her teeth seemed to grow jagged. 'I thought this was behind us?' Cho hissed under her breath, interrupted by the harsh sound of three knocks on her classroom door. It almost made her jump, her fists unclenched as she panicked a little -- feeling her teeth prick against her tongue she quickly looked in one of the cracked mirrors attached to her wall -- she couldn't change now! Not in front of a student!
Cho sighed, trying to calm herself down before opening the door to see Aki. "Hello." She said jollily and opened the door wide for him to come in. The classroom was a mess, yet it seemed organized. Along worktops lay smashed crayons, pots of paints and the occasional paintbrush and pencil sharpening lay strewn on the floor. This was a haven for Cho, and she didn't dare change it, sure; later she'd put a lid or two here and there and clean out the coffee mugs, but never in her life would she dream of keeping a tidy classroom.
She remembered where she'd left off before Aki knocked her door. As she approached the box on the table she pressed her tongue over her teeth - fangs - they where getting worse. What could she do? She hoped it'd only stop there, but as she brushed her fringe aside she could feel her hair thickening. "I-If you'll excuse me one moment Aki, please, have a seat!" She motioned towards a seat by the trunk before dashing into her office and closing the door behind her. Cho felt ill, she felt weak. She pulled open the drawers to her desk, scrambling through them to find the pink vile she so desperately needed. Aha! The silvery cap glistened in the sunlight which poured into her office. Snatching it quickly and pulling off the cap to what looked like an old fashioned perfume bottle -- complete with mini-press pump to spray out the liquid inside. She doused her neck and chest in a few sprays, the scentless liquid sunk into her skin. Her breathing got a little less rapid. It was over before it had even begun, luckily.
Cho emerged from her office a few minutes after leaving. "Sorry about that, I left my pen in my office." She lied, picking out her silver pen from her back pocket. "I hope you're ready to dive straight in with some German? Or should I say Deutsch?" She chuckled slightly with a bright smile.
An odd noise embraced her ears. "I love you, you love me..." Someone was singing, rather well if she was honest, "...We're a happy family..." Cho struggled to recognize the voice, she bit the bullet and jumped off the stool, bending her knees as she hit the ground. She smiled, sighing a little before walking over to one of the desks in the classroom. The singing continued to echo around her like a pleasant drone in the background. She opened the wooden box, her mind flicking forwards and backwards from the past to the present. Cho slammed the box shut, unsure of the context she thought hard for a moment. 'Is this such a good idea?' She pondered, "...won't you say you love me too?" The song had finished, the person was still around. She composed herself and quickly opened the box infront of her, it was lined the photographs, herself as a child with family and friends. Other newspaper articles lay in the box.
'Murderer of 3 still a mystery in a small Tokyo suburb.' Read one of the headings on a particularly antique piece of paper. Her lip quivered, she quickly pulled out her old school books, one containing her German notes before shutting the lid back down. She took some deep breaths, her hands subconsciously turning into fists as her teeth seemed to grow jagged. 'I thought this was behind us?' Cho hissed under her breath, interrupted by the harsh sound of three knocks on her classroom door. It almost made her jump, her fists unclenched as she panicked a little -- feeling her teeth prick against her tongue she quickly looked in one of the cracked mirrors attached to her wall -- she couldn't change now! Not in front of a student!
Cho sighed, trying to calm herself down before opening the door to see Aki. "Hello." She said jollily and opened the door wide for him to come in. The classroom was a mess, yet it seemed organized. Along worktops lay smashed crayons, pots of paints and the occasional paintbrush and pencil sharpening lay strewn on the floor. This was a haven for Cho, and she didn't dare change it, sure; later she'd put a lid or two here and there and clean out the coffee mugs, but never in her life would she dream of keeping a tidy classroom.
She remembered where she'd left off before Aki knocked her door. As she approached the box on the table she pressed her tongue over her teeth - fangs - they where getting worse. What could she do? She hoped it'd only stop there, but as she brushed her fringe aside she could feel her hair thickening. "I-If you'll excuse me one moment Aki, please, have a seat!" She motioned towards a seat by the trunk before dashing into her office and closing the door behind her. Cho felt ill, she felt weak. She pulled open the drawers to her desk, scrambling through them to find the pink vile she so desperately needed. Aha! The silvery cap glistened in the sunlight which poured into her office. Snatching it quickly and pulling off the cap to what looked like an old fashioned perfume bottle -- complete with mini-press pump to spray out the liquid inside. She doused her neck and chest in a few sprays, the scentless liquid sunk into her skin. Her breathing got a little less rapid. It was over before it had even begun, luckily.
Cho emerged from her office a few minutes after leaving. "Sorry about that, I left my pen in my office." She lied, picking out her silver pen from her back pocket. "I hope you're ready to dive straight in with some German? Or should I say Deutsch?" She chuckled slightly with a bright smile.
