Post by Yukito Kushii on Apr 20, 2008 2:24:51 GMT 7
Name: Yukito Kushii
Age: 12
Alias: Yukito-Mother/most people Yu-chan-other
Custom Title: When the snow Falls..
Nationality: Believed to be Italian/Japanese
Hair Color: Black with silvery white streaks (natural)
Eye Color: Pure black for his right eye and pure white for his left with a rim of the iris is a dull grey.
Height: 5’ 3”
Weight: 94 lb.
Appearance:
(Fear my edit that sucks>.>; I couldn’t edit it so one of his eyes were a white color;
Yukito’s appearance appears varied depending on emotions. Such as he might look mature and older at one time and then he can look younger than he is at another. He has a bit long black hair, though it can still be considered short. His hair also has some white streaks of hair that appears like he had bleached or highlighted it though it is natural as far as he can tell. His eyes are probably one of the oddest things about him. First off, the appearance can appear different depending on his mood. Such as from having puppy dog eyes-large/innocent or cold-serious/mature. His right eye is a pure black color. His left eye is quite strange, pure white and colorless with only a slight bit of a dull gray color to show the rim of his iris. Not only is his eye color odd but he cannot see in one of his eyes. He has 20/20 vision in his left eye-the colorless one-and he is blind in his right eye-which appears normal. He is a bit light for his height and age. He has pale skin which appears more so because of his black hair. All together, he has a slight ‘pretty boy’ sort of face which came in handy when he worked at his foster mother’s cafe. He has a slightly muscled but still fairly slim/slender physique.
When wearing casual clothes, he usually wears something simple and easy to move in. This would be something like a collared shirt or a t-shirt along with some shorts. He doesn’t feel very inclined to wear anything special or fashionable in front of others.
Alice: The Sight Pheromones. This alice is basically as it is stated. It’s like the saying ‘love at first sight,’ mostly without any mutual affection from Yukito’s part. Because Yukito is still a child, he still can’t effectively control his alice which is why whenever he just looks at someone, without meaning to, he is using his alice. To prevent this, he usually always wears bandages over both of his eyes and a special sort of eye patch over his left eye which is the core of his alice that manipulates the person while his right eye exerts the ‘pheromones’ that keeps the victim in a state of ‘affection’ (girl or boy). He has a hard time suppressing his alice so he usually wears the bandages and eye patch. Another blind spot in his alice is that it won’t affect anyone who doesn’t make eye contact with him or if they are simply blind.
Personality: Yukito is all around a nice guy. He is always a gentleman to others and he will try to help others smile even if it hurts himself in any way. However, he will try to do anything but use his alice. He is one who doesn’t like to use his alice for any sort of advancement or gain. This way of thinking was probably influenced by his foster mother. He’s manipulated a bit easily by some for his alice especially since he has little control over his alice. He isn’t really seeking any kind of personal gain. He is protective of any close friends he has.
On rare occasions, Yukito will be cold and the complete contrast of his usual personality. One reason could be that he dislikes a person. This is rare of him to particularly dislike any one person. It isn’t like him as well because he’s so levelheaded and he also gets along well socially with others. He will usually dislike a person for specific insults like ones related to families since he never really had one and because his foster mother had died. He also will be cold and icily polite and stiff with his words if someone was to hurt or endanger his friends.
In truth, he feels a bit lonely when he’s to himself. He’ll be reminiscing of his memories that he has. Memories are important to him as he doesn’t remember any past the time he was four. He’d prefer something to occupy his memories at the moment instead of reminiscing over old memories. Because he also wants to learn to control his alice, he doesn’t feel the need to get away or out of Alice Academy.
Background: It was..so cold. It was dark, very dark. That’s all I remember before I made that wish to seal away my memories as I watched the snow fall on my eyes forming the tears I never could’ve shed. Those were his words. Those were the only words he can remember as he had awoken to little white flakes performing a ceremony of dances for him. It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing..he’d ever seen. His eyes were clouded as he laid in something warm yet mixed with the cold. He raised his hand to his face to see it covered with a red liquid. He blinked at the strange liquid, of one he didn’t seem to know.
He was covered in blood. However, it wasn’t his own. There wasn’t any sign of wounds on his body. It was for sure. ‘Child..’ A voice, so melodic. It was beautiful as well. He could hear the voice well as he glanced toward the direction of the melody to see a woman. The top of her face was hidden under an umbrella. Her hair was long and black and she had a scarf around her neck, black and white. She had pale skin and she was beautiful like her voice. He was probably in her late 20’s but looked as young as in her early 20’s.
‘Child,’ she spoke again, ‘You shouldn’t exploit to deeply in that liquid. The smell of it reeks in the air, of blood..’ She said as she walked close enough so that he could see her eyes,..they were blind. ‘Your breathing is quite loud as well, you must’ve recently felt some sort of shock..’ She said as her hand extended to caress his cheek. Her hand was warm compared to his face that was slightly flushed from the coldness of the snow. ‘What’s your name?’ She asked. He spoke not a word to her, remaining quiet. ‘You do not have a name, boy? How terrible, to not have a name in this world. Then I shall give you a name. For the bloodsoaked snow I found you in, I’ll call you Yukito Kushii. Yuki, meaning snow. Ku from Kuro meaning black and shi from shiro meaning white. As well as Kushii from Utsukushii meaning beautiful for the pure soul you have that is also beautiful.’ That’s what she told me. However, I know she couldn’t see. I knew for sure she didn’t use black and white to signify my hair color of my eyes. ‘Come with me,’ She said as she offered her hand. I looked at her, her eyes set and sturdy even if they could not see me. I took the opportunity and she picked me up from wherever I had fallen down.
She took me to a hospital to be checked up because of the blood she said she ‘smelt.’ Metal instruments were all around me. They were cold unlike the hand that caressed his cheek. He was diagnosed by doctors for a short period of time until they wanted him to stay there while they talked in private with the woman. The boy wasn’t supposed to hear those words as he had accidentally heard them. He walked to follow the person like a lost puppy until he heard them still talking and hid behind a wall. Those words..It’s like he’s never existed past this day, like he shouldn’t be alive. We can’t exactly say it’s a simple case of amnesia. That was their prognosis. He could’ve sworn he could see his soul break meticulously right in front of him. The cracks were apparent in his soul the way he saw it.
‘That’s enough.’ The voice, clear as bells, had intervened. ‘To say such a thing about one of your patient. It’s ridiculous and quite rude.’ She was fixing the soul that was broken. She walked toward him though she couldn’t see. He held onto her as she was his savior from that darkness that he could’ve sworn he felt. He soon came to speak. He was raised and adopted by this woman who was his legal mother/guardian. He also came to realize the business she ran, just a small business of minor cafes.
He accepted this person not just as a guardian but a real family. He learned, this woman had a spouse that had left her and that this woman also was not able to produce children because of a disease she has had since she was a child. He was happy then..until another stepping stone intervened in his way.
She died at the time of his seventh birthday. She died on her way to take a plane ride to America. It happened when he was going to the airport to bid goodbye to her. As he waved to the plane she left on, the plane suddenly faltered and fell. He panicked at the thought of losing her as she went to the plane’s broken pieces. He had picked apart debris until he found her arm sticking out from the debris. He gave a small smile relieved that he would probably get to her on time. But it was all for not. As his hand grasped the arm, it was cold. Unlike the time he felt her hand caress his cheek that day.
Such a tragedy to happen to another fragile soul. Even though the sight of her corpse still remained as well as the bloodsoaked image when he first awoken, he assumed the responsibilities his foster mother took. At age eight, he rightfully assumed the position of manager of the few small cafes she owned in the area. He was responsible for a child, he had to be. The memories may haunt him but he couldn’t allow his foster mother’s teachings to be laid to waste. For the few years that she was there to take care of him as a guardian, he would also assume responsibilities as well.
Of course, it was misfortunate for him to be stepping on landmines in his life. He actually came by often to the cafes. Time to time, he’ll try to work or insist on learning how they cook or make what the workers do. An unusual spike had occurred in his café, at this time he didn’t bother to cover his eyes not knowing his alice. It happened as he came more often to cafes. There would be a spike in customers.
Family History:
Foster Mother-dead
Extras:
Approval Status (Mod 1): Not yet approved
Approval Status (Mod 2): Not yet approved
Approval Status (Admin): Not yet Approved
Class Section: Not yet Approved
Combination Class Section: Not yet Approved
Dangerousness: Not yet Approved
Age: 12
Alias: Yukito-Mother/most people Yu-chan-other
Custom Title: When the snow Falls..
Nationality: Believed to be Italian/Japanese
Hair Color: Black with silvery white streaks (natural)
Eye Color: Pure black for his right eye and pure white for his left with a rim of the iris is a dull grey.
Height: 5’ 3”
Weight: 94 lb.
Appearance:
(Fear my edit that sucks>.>; I couldn’t edit it so one of his eyes were a white color;
Yukito’s appearance appears varied depending on emotions. Such as he might look mature and older at one time and then he can look younger than he is at another. He has a bit long black hair, though it can still be considered short. His hair also has some white streaks of hair that appears like he had bleached or highlighted it though it is natural as far as he can tell. His eyes are probably one of the oddest things about him. First off, the appearance can appear different depending on his mood. Such as from having puppy dog eyes-large/innocent or cold-serious/mature. His right eye is a pure black color. His left eye is quite strange, pure white and colorless with only a slight bit of a dull gray color to show the rim of his iris. Not only is his eye color odd but he cannot see in one of his eyes. He has 20/20 vision in his left eye-the colorless one-and he is blind in his right eye-which appears normal. He is a bit light for his height and age. He has pale skin which appears more so because of his black hair. All together, he has a slight ‘pretty boy’ sort of face which came in handy when he worked at his foster mother’s cafe. He has a slightly muscled but still fairly slim/slender physique.When wearing casual clothes, he usually wears something simple and easy to move in. This would be something like a collared shirt or a t-shirt along with some shorts. He doesn’t feel very inclined to wear anything special or fashionable in front of others.
Alice: The Sight Pheromones. This alice is basically as it is stated. It’s like the saying ‘love at first sight,’ mostly without any mutual affection from Yukito’s part. Because Yukito is still a child, he still can’t effectively control his alice which is why whenever he just looks at someone, without meaning to, he is using his alice. To prevent this, he usually always wears bandages over both of his eyes and a special sort of eye patch over his left eye which is the core of his alice that manipulates the person while his right eye exerts the ‘pheromones’ that keeps the victim in a state of ‘affection’ (girl or boy). He has a hard time suppressing his alice so he usually wears the bandages and eye patch. Another blind spot in his alice is that it won’t affect anyone who doesn’t make eye contact with him or if they are simply blind.
Personality: Yukito is all around a nice guy. He is always a gentleman to others and he will try to help others smile even if it hurts himself in any way. However, he will try to do anything but use his alice. He is one who doesn’t like to use his alice for any sort of advancement or gain. This way of thinking was probably influenced by his foster mother. He’s manipulated a bit easily by some for his alice especially since he has little control over his alice. He isn’t really seeking any kind of personal gain. He is protective of any close friends he has.
On rare occasions, Yukito will be cold and the complete contrast of his usual personality. One reason could be that he dislikes a person. This is rare of him to particularly dislike any one person. It isn’t like him as well because he’s so levelheaded and he also gets along well socially with others. He will usually dislike a person for specific insults like ones related to families since he never really had one and because his foster mother had died. He also will be cold and icily polite and stiff with his words if someone was to hurt or endanger his friends.
In truth, he feels a bit lonely when he’s to himself. He’ll be reminiscing of his memories that he has. Memories are important to him as he doesn’t remember any past the time he was four. He’d prefer something to occupy his memories at the moment instead of reminiscing over old memories. Because he also wants to learn to control his alice, he doesn’t feel the need to get away or out of Alice Academy.
Background: It was..so cold. It was dark, very dark. That’s all I remember before I made that wish to seal away my memories as I watched the snow fall on my eyes forming the tears I never could’ve shed. Those were his words. Those were the only words he can remember as he had awoken to little white flakes performing a ceremony of dances for him. It was beautiful, the most beautiful thing..he’d ever seen. His eyes were clouded as he laid in something warm yet mixed with the cold. He raised his hand to his face to see it covered with a red liquid. He blinked at the strange liquid, of one he didn’t seem to know.
He was covered in blood. However, it wasn’t his own. There wasn’t any sign of wounds on his body. It was for sure. ‘Child..’ A voice, so melodic. It was beautiful as well. He could hear the voice well as he glanced toward the direction of the melody to see a woman. The top of her face was hidden under an umbrella. Her hair was long and black and she had a scarf around her neck, black and white. She had pale skin and she was beautiful like her voice. He was probably in her late 20’s but looked as young as in her early 20’s.
‘Child,’ she spoke again, ‘You shouldn’t exploit to deeply in that liquid. The smell of it reeks in the air, of blood..’ She said as she walked close enough so that he could see her eyes,..they were blind. ‘Your breathing is quite loud as well, you must’ve recently felt some sort of shock..’ She said as her hand extended to caress his cheek. Her hand was warm compared to his face that was slightly flushed from the coldness of the snow. ‘What’s your name?’ She asked. He spoke not a word to her, remaining quiet. ‘You do not have a name, boy? How terrible, to not have a name in this world. Then I shall give you a name. For the bloodsoaked snow I found you in, I’ll call you Yukito Kushii. Yuki, meaning snow. Ku from Kuro meaning black and shi from shiro meaning white. As well as Kushii from Utsukushii meaning beautiful for the pure soul you have that is also beautiful.’ That’s what she told me. However, I know she couldn’t see. I knew for sure she didn’t use black and white to signify my hair color of my eyes. ‘Come with me,’ She said as she offered her hand. I looked at her, her eyes set and sturdy even if they could not see me. I took the opportunity and she picked me up from wherever I had fallen down.
She took me to a hospital to be checked up because of the blood she said she ‘smelt.’ Metal instruments were all around me. They were cold unlike the hand that caressed his cheek. He was diagnosed by doctors for a short period of time until they wanted him to stay there while they talked in private with the woman. The boy wasn’t supposed to hear those words as he had accidentally heard them. He walked to follow the person like a lost puppy until he heard them still talking and hid behind a wall. Those words..It’s like he’s never existed past this day, like he shouldn’t be alive. We can’t exactly say it’s a simple case of amnesia. That was their prognosis. He could’ve sworn he could see his soul break meticulously right in front of him. The cracks were apparent in his soul the way he saw it.
‘That’s enough.’ The voice, clear as bells, had intervened. ‘To say such a thing about one of your patient. It’s ridiculous and quite rude.’ She was fixing the soul that was broken. She walked toward him though she couldn’t see. He held onto her as she was his savior from that darkness that he could’ve sworn he felt. He soon came to speak. He was raised and adopted by this woman who was his legal mother/guardian. He also came to realize the business she ran, just a small business of minor cafes.
He accepted this person not just as a guardian but a real family. He learned, this woman had a spouse that had left her and that this woman also was not able to produce children because of a disease she has had since she was a child. He was happy then..until another stepping stone intervened in his way.
She died at the time of his seventh birthday. She died on her way to take a plane ride to America. It happened when he was going to the airport to bid goodbye to her. As he waved to the plane she left on, the plane suddenly faltered and fell. He panicked at the thought of losing her as she went to the plane’s broken pieces. He had picked apart debris until he found her arm sticking out from the debris. He gave a small smile relieved that he would probably get to her on time. But it was all for not. As his hand grasped the arm, it was cold. Unlike the time he felt her hand caress his cheek that day.
Such a tragedy to happen to another fragile soul. Even though the sight of her corpse still remained as well as the bloodsoaked image when he first awoken, he assumed the responsibilities his foster mother took. At age eight, he rightfully assumed the position of manager of the few small cafes she owned in the area. He was responsible for a child, he had to be. The memories may haunt him but he couldn’t allow his foster mother’s teachings to be laid to waste. For the few years that she was there to take care of him as a guardian, he would also assume responsibilities as well.
Of course, it was misfortunate for him to be stepping on landmines in his life. He actually came by often to the cafes. Time to time, he’ll try to work or insist on learning how they cook or make what the workers do. An unusual spike had occurred in his café, at this time he didn’t bother to cover his eyes not knowing his alice. It happened as he came more often to cafes. There would be a spike in customers.
Family History:
Foster Mother-dead
Extras:
Approval Status (Mod 1): Not yet approved
Approval Status (Mod 2): Not yet approved
Approval Status (Admin): Not yet Approved
Class Section: Not yet Approved
Combination Class Section: Not yet Approved
Dangerousness: Not yet Approved