Username: Sean_Hiruki
GENERAL

Name:Sean Hiruki
Gender:Male
Age:18
School:(High School Graduate. That is applying for Tokyo National University of Fine Arts and Music.)
School Clubs:

-Disregarded Because He Is Applying For College

Skill Stats:
Stamina: 10.
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10

Total Skill Points: 40.

Status: F-Rank.
A-T Information:A standard pair of two-wheeled air treks, the paint has been scratched off at some point or another, because Sean eventually grew bored with the dull-store bought design. He decided to take his art supplies and redesign the outer appearance of them, something to fit his personality a little better. Red and Black stripes that fade in and out of the other, causing them to at first glance appear like straight lines but on further inspection it is difficult to tell if they are straight or crooked.  

LOOKS

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Eye Colour: Blue
Hair Colour:Blonde
Skin Tone:White, Mild Tan.
Height/Weight: 5'6"/  122lbs or so
Blood-type:A+
Overall Appearance:  A rugged pair of blue jeans, with the knees, rubbed raw from either falling down, tripping, or whatever the case may be, the typical rocker jeans, that you see tight-fitting onto the next hot rocker to spill his soul out on the stage. Give him a Classic Rock-band T-shirt that’s partially hidden by a svelte brown jacket and Sean can fit right on in, at any of the club-scenes. He tends to keep his hair spiked up, because he just doesn’t have enough hair to get it to slide back all the way without looking extremely cheesy. And cheese fits nowhere into his style, his calloused fingers, cute facial features, and coming close to that rock-hard body accentuate this fact.

PERSONALITY

Likes:

[*]Music [I](Especially Rock[/I])
[*]Speed [I]{Not the Drug}
[*]Babes [I](But then again, what guy doesn?)


Dislikes:

[*]Rap (Because You Can't Spell Crap Without It.)
[*]Opinions, No wait, The Assholes That Have Different Ones Than His Own.


Hobbies:
[*]His Band, which he does Guitar and Vocals for.
[*]Air Treks
[*]He's A Slight Nerd For The Japanese Animation. Isn't Everyone? Isn't That Cool These Days?

Fears:
Athazagoraphobia- Fear of being forgotton or ignored or forgetting.Which is why he is trying to get his band, Eleven Catch Em Squeezems, from the slums of the midnight club-scene to the top of the charts.
Topophobia- Fear of certain places or situations, such as stage fright. Mild Case.

Goals:
Getting Laid- A Gentleman Never Tells. ((Once))
Getting Into Tokyo National University of Fine Arts and Music- Work In Progress
Getting Band To Number One- Work In Progress

Overall Personality: Agreeable, as the next person, but he's quick at figuring out if he likes the people that he is exposed to or not, because after all if he's going to be in the Music World. He'll eventually have to find out for himself the Phonies from the Cronies, his music career would probably take off if he could overcome his slight nervous flicker of stage-fright. He's not the person to lead in a conversation, but rather the guy that is sitting on the sofa, club, or bar that's really just chilling out, and if you start the conversation, he can pick it up and at least go through the usual paces of hellos. But when it comes to a conversation about his family, he can get real quiet, in a flash, it's definitely best to not even bring them up as they come along with some hard memories for him.

When it comes to a job, or a task that he has been assigned too, he puts his heart and soul into doing it well. He fits like a glove into the Japanese society, polite, respectful, when the situation calls for it, while behind his pearly whites lay his own opinions of the people around them, unbeknownst to them. When it comes to his peers, or at least the ones that are still attempting to sort out their lives, he's a small step ahead of them, as he has yet to get accepted into a college. It's coming to a head on that point, but it just needs another push of effort, and it'll become a reality.

The music scene, is huge to Sean, however he tends to fixate his attention towards the past music when it comes to rock, because that is where the glory days were. Yet he's trying to bring it back with his band, yet still putting in a todays flare into the mix. Blues, jazz, and the hypnotic soul touching songs stir up the goosepimples on his back, just as well as the next blues enthusiast. A lot of the music of contemporary society is pushed away, due to it being excessively annoying, and lacking any sort of soul. Although some bands sneak into his ears and he agrees with them, although it takes effort on the part of those musicians to accomplish this.

Sean is a decent Kick Boxer, and can hold his own in a few one on one rounds, having taken a lot of classes in it at his High-School in Maryland. An advocate for the Eastern Martial Arts, he is currently searching for a Kendo school, he was forced to leave his school back home because of the move. He had only had a year of the school, before he made the decision to take his music, and everything else with him over the seas after a regrettable incident with his parents. When it comes to that matter the most you can expect to hear from him is a cold and probably harsh "No Comment" if you manage to get anything to come out.

HISTORY

Birthplace: Baltimore, Maryland (Moved to Tokyo)
Birthdate: July 10th
Birthtime:4:37 Pm
Parents:John Hiruki (Deceased)Ryoko Hiruki (Deceased)
Siblings:Only Child.

Overall History:An average A-B student in the American School System, he didn't go to the top school, but neither did he go to the slummiest bit of trash on the block. The average school, with the average situations, with average idiots, nerds, jocks, bullies and the whole click scene that is boringly and might we add overly expressed though television dramas. He happened to have a scuffle with a few punks in his Junior High Days and has a nasty scar on the left side of his body as a reminder of the three weeks that he spent in the hospital bed, that happened to break the surreal experience of school. His parents had been extremely scared during this time; the doctors said that it was a miracle that he hadn't bled to death by the time anyone at the school found him. A few more hours and he could not even be where he was today.
If one must know anything of how his parents met their ill-fated end, it was during the summer of his sophomore to junior year in High School. As a birthday gift, his parents had bought him and a few of his chums tickets to the concert that was all the rage at the time, the concert had been wonderful, full of the Teen Spirit, where Sean was for the first time driving the second family car out with his friends to the concert. He had arrived and partied somewhat safely at the concert, jamming and bashing bodies with the one of the wicked mosh-pits that had ever seen the concert-grounds. It had ended all to quickly as his friends and himself piled themselves into the little four-door grey car and headed for the nearest diner. His phone however had other plans, it was flashing a missed call message, little did he know that, that particular phone call would end his life in America. As a drunk driving accident was the cause of death.
Seeking refuge at his grandfather's house in Tokyo, he filed out the remainder of his High School experience a wreck, and feeding most of his pain into his music and his schoolwork. He had wrapped up his years at school with a 3.6 Grade Point Average, a respectable amount, which most likely could have been higher if his second unforgettable hospital visit hadn't occurred.
EXTRA

Extra:Trilingual- English, Japanese, German. Also knows a slight amount of Celtic, and Chinese, but nothing fancy.

Roleplay Sample: Sean breathed in the cool, damp air, smelling the rather sweet smell of recent rain fall. His deep blue eyes closed as he breathed in his surroundings. The sound of chirping birds and the caws and poetic "Nevermores" of the Crows and Ravens entered his ears from under his large Headphones. In the distance smelled someone lighting coals under their grill. Sean smiled as he almost tasted the burning coal. He always loved that smell, although not many people used Coal for grilling anymore. It was a damn shame, in Sean's opinion.

Sean yawned as he pulled on the front of his shirt a bit. As usual, he wore a Band shirt, today's Band being Tool with their album Undertow on the front. Sean felt around in the front pockets of his tan cargo pants looking for his MP3 Player.
Sean let out a quit "Ah!" when he found what he was looking for. He was in the mood for some good old Canadian 90's Rock.
The Tragically Hip, was therefore the best choice. Sean flipped through their albums, the hand-held music player made small Clicking sounds as he flipped through each one. He found the album "Road Apples" and he played the most fitting song at the moment.
"On the Verge"

Sean looked at his opponent, a 17 year old beginner with an ego the size of Jupiter. The kid grinned and said, "You ready yet, trash?". The kids voice was cold and cocky. Sean could feel a ting of anger rise, heating up his blood. He let out a sigh and then smiled.
Sean changed his music one last time to get him in the mood to show no mercy.
Static-X's Shadow Zone was his choice.
Sean gave the kid a nod as he revved his A-T, all the while going through the battle type, location and his opponent's data in his mind.
The battle was a simple race. 100 Miles with a few things to slow them down on the way. The Battlefield was a local park, which was completely empty because no one would be up on a Saterday at Nine in the Morning. His opponent was Okaji Rokoro, a total newbie who didn't even have a single stat yet. But the ego on him was annoying, though Sean didn't show any emotion beside happiness.
There was a loud BOOM as the two started as the song began

I get we gotta run
Make me take it
Take out the big one
I can't forget I cannot
See infect me!

The kid was pretty fast, taking the lead at the start of the race. They past the first point, a Flag pole, which Sean grabbed at top speed to do a 90 Degree turn, thus changing his place to first.
Enter the shadow zone
I like it, slice it
This is your own world
Naked, resurfacing
About 20 miles from the finish line, Okaji took the lead once more. This lasted for 10 miles when he found out he couldn't get past the last point, a large fence.
Sean, on the other hand climed the fence with ease and jumped into the air. Into that beautiful morning sky.

I'm sick of this mutation
All of this masturbation
It becomes my salvation
Taking it, taking it

I'm dead inside, my head my mind
Right way wrong way, this cage is my rage
My cord ripped out, cry out for help
Call this my own

Sean landed on the grass, A-Ts first and let out a laugh and a small cry of victory,
"Yahooo!!"

Sean heard a loud "TCH!" From behind him. He quickly turned around and took his headphones off to find the soundly beaten Okaji glaring at him.
Sean just smiled and held out his right hand for his opponent to shake.
"Good match", He said, "Your pretty fast. Better luck next time,man. I hope I can race you again someday"
Okaji let out a small grown as he reluctently grabbed Sean's hand and shook it.
"Yeah...Sure" He mumbled.
The two Storm-Riders turned away from each other and went their seperate ways, choosing their roads that well lead them to their fate.
Before departing, Sean stopped and brought his hand up to wave to his opponent
"Auf Wiedersehen!"[/quote]