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Archived Applications / Re: Kenji Ikari
« on: 29/04/2019 at 07:41 »
Application for Hogwarts School
→ CHARACTER INFORMATION.
Name: Kenji Ikari [碇,けんじ]
Birthday: April 7th, 1945
Hometown:
Osaka, Japan
Bloodline:
Pureblood
Magical Strength (pick one):
Conjuring & Summoning
Magical Weakness (pick one):
Transfiguration
Year (pick two):
First choice - First Year
Second choice - Second Year
Biography:
Kenji was born brimming with curiosity. It spilled from his earliest expression and wound its way into the lives of his family with clumsy baby fingers and wide eyes that stared and stared. When he was a little older, he would crawl and climb away from his caretakers to explore, and when he was older still, he asked questions that his family struggled to answer and annoyed his aunts. His grandmother attributed it to his mother not covering her feet to keep them warm during her pregnancy. Or sometimes it was because she had eaten too much uni or because he was born in the year of the rooster; the reasons changed with the day, and pointing this out only earned him a scolding.
Being the baby of the family, Kenji looked up to his older siblings. Ichiruo, his older brother and the first born child was thirteen years older and the coolest person Kenji knew. Haruka, his older sister, was nine years older, and his closest confidant. Due to the wide age gap, and his father’s position in the family syndicate, Kenji’s early childhood was extremely sheltered. He was the baby. The precious, protected son. His favourite memories soon became the short summer weeks when Ichirou and Haruka came home for the summer. Then they would take him on short trips and bring home tales of the ancient island that housed the Japanese wizard school, Mahoutokoro.
Finally, when he was seven, Kenji was given his wand, allowed to don the light pink robes and ride the giant petrels with the other wizard children. By the time he was eight, he joined the quidditch team and made some cool friends. When he was nine, his paternal grandfather had passed away and he had somehow developed a terrible crush on Satsuki Watanabe.
When he was ten, relationships with several rival clans had worsened, and his father had taken a heavier hand at grooming Ichirou. He also pulled Kenji from Mahoutokoro, stating that ancient school was no longer safe place for his youngest son. Instead, Kenichi Ikari, now head of the Ikari syndicate, decided to send Kenji to the UK to continue his education, trusting that his son would be safe enough at Hogwarts, and out of reach from his rivals.
Now, while worried about his family back home and apprehensive of the big changes in his life, Kenji is doing the best he can to put on a brave front. He isn’t sure about the food in the UK, or the weather, or the fact that the locals speak too quickly for him to understand half the time. In fact, Kenji isn’t sure about a lot of things. Haruka has assured him that everything will be fine, and all he can do is hope that she’s right.
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House Request:
“Not Hufflepuff, not Hufflepuff, not Hufflepuff…”
Personality:
Not as cool Ichirou, nor as kind or as respectful as Haruka, Kenji would struggle to define himself if asked. If left to his own devices, he would love nothing more than to explore new places, draw, nerd out over his favourite manga and play quidditch - especially since his big dream is to one day join Japan’s national quidditch team.
While not one to have an overabundance of friends, Kenji is a naturally sociable and openminded child, though since moving to the UK, he’s been a little bit more shy and anxious due to cultural and language barriers. Hoping to make new friends in Hogwarts, Kenji is doing his best to be nice to everyone and can often come across as slightly gullible in his attempt to be amiable.
Appearance:
Kenji is a skinny, pint-sized Japanese boy with black hair and dark eyes. He tries to be neat and tidy, but more often than not appears in some state of disarray. Mostly it’s because there are too many things in life that gets in the way of being neat and tidy; such as climbing things, smudging things, flying over or hiding under things, touching and prodding things (in the name of science, mostly). The only thing he bothers with is his hair, which his older brother, Ichiruo, has recently taught him to style in a way that seems to emphasise a level of cultivated dishevelment.
→ SAMPLE ROLEPLAY.
Option 2:
That rat of his was in for it now.
The grey little rascal had disappeared from his clutches at breakfast. Again.
Before Hugh even knew what was happening, Merlin had shot across the floor, somehow managing to avoid all the feet walking across the hall and had escaped through the open doors.
Which meant that Hugh was now stomping through rows of flowers and other various flora, searching for the small creature. It was like the rat knew Hugh was allergic to most flowers. Merlin always chose to run to the gardens whenever he got away from Hugh. It was as if the rat did not want to have him for an owner.
Hugh had named his pet Merlin because he had hoped the powerful name would give the rat more incentive to be more than a rat. Not that he expected Merlin to change into a wizard or anything, but rats were just so...useless, for the most part. With a name like Merlin, Hugh thought it might give the rat purpose.
The only purpose Merlin seemed to have was getting away from Hugh as often as possible.
As the fifth year trudged into the second row of flowers, not taking much care to avoid trampling the first row, he felt the first sneeze building up pressure in his nose and behind his eyes.
"You blasted rat! Where are you?"
He pulled apart a section of bright red flowers; he didn't know what they were called because he despised flowers, and ducked his head low to peer into the depths of the flowerbed. It was moving closer in proximity to the flowers that finally did it. Hugh took in three great breaths and then let out an almighty sneeze. It was strong enough to disturb some of the dirt on the ground before him.
Groaning, he stood up again and wiped his nose on his sleeve. It was as he was turning his head, his nose running up and down his arm, that movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Normally one who preferred to put his best face forward, Hugh was a bit embarrassed to be caught wiping his runny nose on his robes.
Nevertheless, Hugh put on his best haughty voice. albeit a bit thickly with his plugged nose and said, "Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare."
Squatting low on the ground in the middle of a flower bed wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position. He was slowly going numb in the legs and the end of his tie was now muddy, but Kenji didn’t care. The earth beneath his shoes was soft and damp, the dark soil clinging to the top of a small stick that the young boy was using to prod at the soft earth and slowly shove clumps of dirt into a tiny makeshift pot that had once been a teacup.
Engrossed in his task, Kenji almost didn’t notice the rat until it dashed over his shoes in its escape, the sudden flurry of tiny limbs shocking him into almost falling over.
(“Ehh!! Nezumi1?”)
The sound of sudden and unexpected yelling only added to his surprise, and then his arms were windmilling as he nearly lost his balance again before grabbing part of a nearby bush to keep himself from falling face first in the dirt.
Kenji didn’t have a pet with him at school, but he couldn’t imagine even yelling at one like that. He couldn’t imagine Momotarō running away from anyone like that either. Not without a proper reason.
His thoughts towards the boy then were not kind.
The boy’s suffering among the flowers seemed deserved.
“Can I help you with something? It is not polite to stare.”
“Ahhh —“ Kenji felt his face flush the deepest shade of red at such a direct rebuke from an upperclassman. It wasn’t that he knew him, but the boy was older and in some way that alone meant that he could demand respect.
Kenji’s posture stiffened as he frantically rose to standing, his head dipping low. “Gomen nasai!”
He had been staring, but he didn’t think it was his fault. Not really. However, being called out for his rudeness was so embarrassing!! Was this snotty boy for real? Why couldn’t he have just left Kenji alone?
The thought of losing face made his own annoyance at the whole situation simmer into anger, knowing that he had probably been rude to stare and also angry at the unwarranted rudeness that was unleashed in turn.
Feeling too embarrassed at the direct confrontation, Kenji wanted nothing more than to turn his gaze away and leave. Against his better judgement, he stood his ground.
His hands clenched and unclenched in agitation, though his tone, when it came, was easy and offhandedly casual, if only the slightest bit rude.
“If you’re nice, pets don’t run away.”
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