HIROSE, hakumi

[HIROSE HAKUMI]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=6][bg=e3e3e3] hakumi hirose AND THE PAGES YOU WRITE IN YOUR JOURNAL EACH NIGHT ARE YOUR ONLY RELEASE, AND THE MASK YOU PUT ON IS LIKE WORDS IN A SONG, BUT THERE'S NO MORE TO BE SEEN. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - AGE, nineteen.     ( he acts his age, or perhaps even more so, considering how those of his age group are viewed to be that of party animals bathing in freedom within university dorms and whatnot. a trait passed down in his family, he possesses a ' look ' younger than what he appears to be, fitting the youth quite comfortably in the nest of high school. rarely do people question his age, but when answered, a bit of surprise would sting the atmosphere for the fact that, as a nineteen year-old, hakumi should already be hitting off in college. albeit the numbers are few, people have actually looked down on him after discovering his actual age, believing him to be an idiot of some sort. because of the trouble and nonsensical rumors, he has no qualms in lying about his age here and there. ) GENDER, male.     ( a slender figure with a head of silky chocolate hair to compliment such fragility — why, there had been one or two occasions where ' helpful ' strangers had poked at his shoulder in a notion to ' guide ' the fellow to the ladies' restroom when he had been seen to stumble towards the men's room. realization would only rise upon the event when he'd turn around to stare at the unexpected interference, only to have them gasp an ' oh ', followed by a stare to confirm the boy's gender. " effeminate " would be one word to describe him, but that would be as far as it would go to dot the hirose's soft features. not enough to be deemed completely androgynous and neither bordering the label of being called a ' trap ', hakumi is simply pretty. ) OCCUPATION, [high school] student, novelist, lyricist.     ( his career as a novelist had sprung just before the start of his high school years after he had submitted a written story to his literature instructor; the instructor adored the contents of the assignment so much that she had submitted it to a publisher, and somehow, the recognition gained from it had all too suddenly crept on his shoulders. agents knocked on his door and began shoving contracts into his face; his parents, ecstastic at the time, threatened him to sign his soul to the company. much to their displeasure in the future, however, the crammed schedules consisting of deadlines and constant absences from classes to finish such works had dragged hakumi a year behind his colleagues, forcing him to stay in high school as a senior, as a nineteen year-old. his comprehension of various emotions and eye for detail has also earned him a position in bands as a songwriter.) SOCIAL CLASS, middle-class.     ( hakumi, believing he would have graduated a year before the current, had hurried to purchase an apartment - to escape from his nagging mother and father, to rest in the complete comfort of his own privacy, to dig for more space for his assistants, his paperwork, to clutter in; unfortunately, his principal had hunted the lad far too late to stop him from making the deposit. and so, he packed his belongings and rammed his possessions into his new pad. since he makes his own money by the popularity of his romance novels, hakumi fares rather well; that is, if juggling the idea of school out of his priorities is exempt. ) SEXUALITY, pansexual.     ( to be one of the best as a writer, an open mind is almost a requirement to make the achievement. imagination alone isn't much help to create a genuine atmosphere, to form personalities into beloved characters in the pages of stories. though hakumi has no definite preference in gender, he finds himself with females looped around his arms more often; nonetheless, if it involves obtaining material and experience for his original creations of literature, he'd shamelessly dive into any relationship, albeit platonic. inspiration visits at random and motivation to write is often lacking, thus through the encouragement of his entourage, he'd be found lingering in ' hot spots ' for dates, couples, and all the lovey-dovey galore. kind of sickening, if you ask him. ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - + ADORE, pastries ( to resist the temptations of freshly baked cakes and fruit-laced tarts are monstrously harsh to both the mind and soul — and for hakumi, if he were to spot a bakery or pass by one, he'd just have to buy a box to take home. surprisingly, with the amount of sweets he dives into, he doesn't appear to gain weight. ) music ( besides the fact that it helps block the disturbing paranoia of people planning to attack him in vulnerable dark alleys, music provides a stable source of inspiration in the majority of his writing components. ) massages ( nothing beats a quick relaxation than a rub against his back or a continuous beating rhythm to his shoulders. a soft spot, a weakness, such soothing treatments instantly gratify him and could easily wipe stress and worries off his visage. consider it a ' reset ' button — one push, and he'd be refreshed as new. ) company ( fully capable of being independent, hakumi has the necessities and skills required to survive as a single individual — but that doesn't mean he'd prefer to live all by his lonesome. he kind of just likes people being near him, even if they were to be in another room or just there in silence. long as he knows he's not completely alone, the nineteen year-old's satisfied. ) literature ( a collection of books prop against the walls of his confines, ranging from best-sellers to personal reading interests — he studies the trends and present favorites of youths and adults, usually gathering data for what topic he should aim for in his writings. nonetheless, he specializes in romance, and if vampires or werewolves are what's " in ", he'd attempt to circulate his specialty around said foundation. ) art ( music, dances, sketches, paintings — there exists a beauty for everything, a beauty worthy to marvel at, and truly, hakumi has developed an appreciation for the arts, able to see the grandeur of the designs that surface chairs, tables, and weird, minor things like that. ) - CONDEMN, medicine ( the hirose's a firm believer of naturally healing — medicine simply goes against his belief, and with personal reasoning, he thinks it weakens the body, thus none would find him depending on any outside substances juggling down his throat or piercing his flesh. ) nonsense ( rambling is cute... if it doesn't go on for hours, nonstop. blocking noise with the power of daydreams can be a useful thing, but its effectiveness varies from talkative person to person — and in those occasions, he would love to claw a route of escape, but manners are manners, and the obligation to sit and listen chains him to the ground to suffer. ) arguments ( kicking and screaming goes nowhere but down to violence; it's a waste of time if quarrels pounce from stupid, minor problems, and really, hakumi wouldn't bother shedding a second of his time to settle a score to retrieve an apparent result. to him, argument is nonsense. ) pressure ( he only gets work done by the stress of deadlines; he thrives in the expectations and desires of others; but like hell he would want to have gray strands of hair bursting before the age of twenty-one. the only drive for him to continue his job under pressure is to gain enough cash to retire early, and even then, he'd still prefer to work at his own pace instead. ) the cold ( easily, he gets cold, a reason of which he'd be found wearing a light sweater or cardigan during the season of summer — the hirose child would commonly hole himself in when the wearther forecasts snowy drizzlings. ) dishonesty ( maybe he shouldn't care, maybe he should just let destiny do whatever it entales itself to do — it, however, hurts to stand and watch if awareness of wrongdoings stain the youth's mind. action without truth, words without meaning — if a friend is without the quality of honesty, it becomes a turn-off. ) FEARS, the dark ( it's not so much the shadows he's afraid of, particularly; he could function like any other average person in the dark, just that he obtains chills if he were to even think about looking over his shoulders or turning around. even if there would be no presence lingering behind him, hakumi can't shake off the feeling that, if he did glance back, he'd be assaulted or discover some creepy predicament. ) lengthy periods of isolation ( never would the fellow admit that he hates living alone in his apartment; uncomfortable, silence is, and lonely, his home seems without the atmosphere of acquaintances. nothing scares him more than the thought of living and dying alone without no one knowing of his existence; a tragic death, and definitely, a nightmare, which is why he frequents many of his friends' homes to ' leech ' off of them and stay overnight. ) cockroaches ( oh, he could certainly kill the disgusting creatures [as long as he's at a distance] — just throw a shoe and wait for the sound of a crunch, but would he clean the mess afterwards? hell no. his distaste for such insects further reasons him to linger at an acquaintance's house, only because he wouldn't have any obligation to clean bug guts. ) commitment ( all the relationships he had been in were short and painless — most of them were just for the heck of it, for the ' good ' of his novels, so he hadn't had to worry about breaking hearts or remaining serious and devoted to a single loved one; he liked to experience the different values and personalities of characters, and to stay in a bond for more than a year seems a bit... foreign to him. unrequited love hurts, but rejection? that seems to be in a totally new level of agony. ) DREAMS, retire early ( for the majority of his high school years, hakumi barely had any room to kick back and rest — even if he had a break from the labor of manuscripts and whatnot, he always had assignments from teachers he needed to catch up on. his ambition, or wish, really, is to make enough money to grant him a peaceful, unbothered life after the late twenties, as crazy as it may sound. ) live happily ( what's life if there's conflict and negativity? sure, a bit of drama adds spice to the stage, but jolly ol' contentment is good, too, even if it may be considered ' boring ' — and that's exactly what suits the hirose's cup of tea, or at least, if it involves him; otherwise, he wouldn't demonstrate much care for the problems of others. ) get over his love ( the girl he happens to like has been claimed by a close friend of his, and albeit love is certainly a beautiful emotion to experience, it's not so delightful after a half a year of unrequited feelings; if anything, he'd like to take his mind off of that certain girl, and usually, adventurous friends are such medications, if not, only temporary substances. ) become a best-seller ( oh, the degree and lengths he would go through to make his stories written as genuinely as possible — and if his hard work paid off, he'd be proud of his ' babies ' and the reactions received from readers, whether bad or good. if he became a best-seller, hakumi's positive he would make enough money to complete his ambition of retiring young. ) HOBBIES, writing ( he sleeps, breathes, eats, and lives in paper and ink. emotions and feelings are complicated to get across through action and expression, but by the means of literature — it's endless. quotes are capturable with the mere memorization of a page number, plots and memorable twists are crammed into powerful, spine-bounded pages — a world portable and unlimited to mind. literature is one of his few passions, a passion that not everyone can be witness of. ) people-watching ( and no, it's not stalking — he doesn't deliberately pinpoint certain targets who interest him and follow them from place to place — rather, if it's a simple amusement park or wide garden spot, hakumi would settle with what he'd be able to see and learn from the intimate actions of couples to genuinely relay it to his written materials. though secretly studying humans isn't particularly a repulsive enjoyement of his, it's what he spends most of his outdoor hours doing. ) traveling ( visiting historic monuments, attractions, tourist sites, hiking paths — hakumi gains inspiration in the unlikeliest of places and always carries a thirst to view the beauty of nature and city structures. occasionally, he'd ask a friend or two to accompany him in his random treks, frequently journeying on bullet trains. ) HABITS, giving nicknames ( names don't stick to his head, and rarely does he recall one's label after a single meeting, unless the impression was strong enough; nonetheless, the youth tends to take the most unique qualities of a person and compact it into a sobriquet that would make one's face easier to memorize — once he plants a nickname, it's difficult for him to make a switch., though it's never done with malevolent intention ) chewing on writing utensils ( if his hands aren't doing the job of typing or writing, he'd practically be a zombie staring at nothing but a blank screen or sheet of paper; and as if he'd be able to stay still. natural urgencies have him preoccupied, and often more than not, he'd stick the end of a pencil or pen into his mouth in hopes of ' clicking ' his brain for ideas. ) TALENTS, art-related activities ( his most profound talent would be that of writing — he enjoys it more than slabbing colors over canvases, but nevertheless, creativity had been a continuous strength in his subjects, weakening his scores in more practical topics, such as mathematics. first and foremost, he's an artist — and maybe in the future, he'd prefer to have that label propped near his name over ' novelist ', or author. ) baking ( request a plate other than dessert, and he'd have to decline. whipping frosting over a sponge surface of cake and decorating exteriors whilst combining flavors and mixtures? it's an experiment, an adventurous one at that, too. cooking things, like chicken or vegetables, don't exactly have that colorful pizzazz that encourage sugary inspiration. ) SECRETS, novelist identity ( everyone has a skeleton in their closet they won't want anyone to see; hakumi's no exception. he writes about romance and all the girly, frilly, warmth-dipped feelings about ' love '; he has heroes and heroines marching through obstacles and dramas, and believe me, he has plenty of readers who refer him as a ' she '. the hirose has a pen name of ' kumiko ', and if anyone were to discover his identity, it would ruin his image. ) yaoi fiction ( ' for fun ', is what he says, since he partners with a close companion in writing romantic boy-to-boy stories and chapters; it's harmless, really, and doesn't suggest the guy's true orientation, but considering how the fictions involve plenty of male friends in lovey-dovey situations, he would rather not reveal his co-writer role in it since that may lead to troubling corners. ) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - FIRST, how did you come to find forever & ever?

[/i] with several age groups, I decided that it'd be the foundation to a short story I'm working on. Advertisements, gossip, the discovery of ' true love ' — many of my cohorts had linked their ' opened eyes ' towards ' Forever and Ever ', which had brought me a need to quench my curiosity, is that so wrong? It's popular, so naturally, I'd check it out. As what one would say: if you can't beat them, join them.[/ul][/size][/blockquote][/justify]

SECOND,

what do you consider to be your good points?

[/font][/b] — not that I view people, things, as formulas to an equation, but rather, I tend to survey minor actions that may suggest anxiety, frustration, and things along those borders; it's helpful, those small tidbits, in what I write — it makes characters more human, more real. Observing friends and families has helped me understand problems, if not, sympathize, but really, it has developed the quality of patience more than anything. I'm a, uh, listener — I don't really like to droll on and on about myself, and even now, I'm struggling to find the words to highlight my good characteristics.

I'd like to think I'm fair, unbiased, with people; I mean, I don't automatically dislike people, you know? ... I believe in chances, and to shun cohorts based on pathetic gossip and influences? Silly, just silly. Generally, I'm quite friendly, there's no malice behind what I say or do — if pessimistic values drive my reason of being, what would be the purpose of doing what I love to do? Passion in writing is nothing if it is done half-heartedly, and truly, I'd love to connect with readers on a personal ground. Be it with strangers or comrades, I try to be considerate — I'd wince to even think of what I might say or do would hurt those I love, and some times, I don't think about my words until a minute later, and usually, I am blunt. Sorry. [/ul]
and what would you consider to be your bad points?

[/i], to unleash ' hidden ' emotions, or whatever they wanted of me; they told me their condolences about how secretive I am. I won't protest against that; it's true, but how could I ever bother friends with my own petty problems? Still, I've had a couple of bad experiences under my belt when people have asked me for an honest opinion; as much as I intend to be nice, I'd just snap and let word vomit spew blunt sentences. To put it simply, don't ask about what I think — I just like to get things over and done with as quick as possible, and that rarely works to my favor.

I'm a good friend... if I want to be, but if there's something clearly wrong in the relationship, I'd probably be that conniving two-faced jerk who'd really have no qualms in, uh, sabotaging emotions; oh, but don't get me wrong, my intentions are usually misunderstood[/font]. Ugh, I simply don't like explaining the reasons of why I did it, how I did it — too troublesome. It's for that tendency of mine that people label me as passive, or apathetic, whatever they prefer to define, and I suppose that's also a fact. It's probably why that, even though the girl I like is constantly before me, I lock my feelings and... — er, that's all.[/ul][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

THIRD,

what do you look for in a friend, a love interest, a lover or people in general?

[/i]' — as long as a potential companion can provide these means, I wouldn't mind their presence. Ah, but I don't mind most people either — but I also suppose it's also because I have a tendency to drift into daydreams. Lovely, really, since the bulk of my story material is picked from what I imagine throughout the hours of day, like how sparks could stem from a meager bump of shoulders, and how... — uh, right — I don't usually look for certain qualities in acquaintances, that'd be narrow-minded as well as unhealthy for the depth of my characters [in my novels]. Unique individuals? Show them to me, I'd love to learn.[/ul][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

FOURTH,

do you believe in "love at first sight"?

[/i], who would like to believe in it, but realistically, it wouldn't be possible, that is, the concept. Sure, I'm positive there's quite a few who'd drool upon glancing at a beauty or man with handsome features — yet, would that really be called love? No. Why, it's nothing more than simple adoration, a feast for longing eyes. Hrm, perhaps this is why ' Forever and After ' became a centered attraction to the majority? The likelihood of meeting someone who shares the same likes, dislikes, ideals, and views — well, the chances of truly falling in love would increase, yes? Although I can't speak for myself, I'd guess ' love at first sight ' would be something that happens inside, an inward jolt that somehow ' clicks ' for one and a destined mate, soulmate. It happens often in what I write, but it's what readers lean towards, this ' fantasy '. Ha, well... - yeah, a fantasy.[/justify][/ul][/size][/blockquote]

FIFTH,

how do you know you have found "the one"?

[/i] ', but would said partner have to be single to be deemed so? I don't know, but I detest the butterflies flapping within whenever I see that one perfection before me, a treasure I, myself, can't have since it has already been claimed. Perhaps I haven't found that one special soul as of yet, but if... if I were to encounter such a powerful existence, I would be utmost certain that every inch of my body, heart, and mind would be devoted. If a time were to ever come when I've reached the point of 'forever', where I've touched the base of confidence, then yes, that's when I'd know I've found 'the one'..... or so, that's what the protagonist of my novel would declare.[/ul][/size][/justify][/blockquote]

OTHER,

Oh, was that it? ... any more information would be unnecessary, I suppose.

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ALIAS,

ayumi.

REFERAL,

friend.

CHARACTERS,

none.

FACE CLAIM,

[b]DURARARA!!,[/b] [color=3e86c2]kasuka heiwajima[/color], hakumi hirose
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