Kenryoku Nagori

[Kenryoku Nagori]

* Kenryoku Hyaku Nagori !

* who i am

NAME: Kenryoku
AGE: 16
OCCUPATION: Part-time slacker, student.
GRADE: 11th
CELEB: Satoshi Tsumabuki

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HAIR: Black, and he prefers to keep it messy.
EYES: Black, but he puts on green contacts.
HEIGHT: 5'7"

* wha

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LIKES:

• staring at others
  
• eating pocky, especially during class
  
• the color green, even though he can't see it
  
• listening to others make jokes, and contributing whenever he feels he's in a good enough mood
  
• his green iPod
  

DISLIKES:

• going to see his couselor
  
• listening to the sob stories of others, but he deals with it
  
• the smell of cigarettes
  
• being offered help by others just because he happens to be blind
  
• people that are overly happy or loud
  

FEARS:

• Being left completely alone
  
• Losing his contacts and not knowing
  
• Getting physically or emotionally hurt
  
• Losing his grandmother
  
• Having to go back to Japan
  

GOALS:

• Find his "calling" in life
  
• Learn to play the drums
  

PERSONALITY: In general and in a "sane" mood, he thinks of himself as complicated, often confusing himself. He contradicts himself quite often, staging arguments within his mind while remaining calm on the outside. He spaces out quite a lot, hiding in his mind. He prefers to wander alone at times when he's feeling sulky, but there are times when he decides to loosen up and converse with others. He hates when others offer help just because they see he's blind and despises when someone is picked on for having problems and/or disabillities. He's often seen eating pocky, usually having a stick of it pointing out of his mouth. When he has pocky, he's more than likely going to join a conversation, usually cracking out jokes.

Due to his multiple personality disorder, he also has different "moods". In his "bad" mood, he isn't afraid to speak his mind and is quick to get on someone's nerves. He's completely careless at this point, shrugging others away and preferring to keep to himself. He feels that when he does something to offend someone, it's completely justified and alright, since he was 'defending' himself from their 'lies'.

When in between both "moods", he's quick to apologize, feeling bad whenever he thinks he said something wrong. Silences scare him especially, putting him on edge. He often has a hard time talking to others, but once he warms up to someone, he finds it hard to let them go.

Because he hates to forget, he carries around his recorder and camera, often recording conversations he has daily and asking others to take pictures of themselves when he feels he can trust them to do that honestly.

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PARENTS:
Yuuku Nagori, now past. A loving and gentle woman, she had married Shinhi because their parents had arranged their marrage for business matters. She was murdered, suffering only a shot to the forehead. Her murder still goes unsolved, and is considered a 'cold case'.
Shinhi Nagori, now 35. His despised father, who he refers to as a 'weak, hate-filled man'. After indirectly causing Kenryoku's blindness and killing his wife, he was sent to prison but was released early for good behavior and lack of evidence on suspicion of murder. Six years later, he had Kishimori with his second wife; their child wasn't with them for long, either. His sister took their child from them, knowing he was going to abuse him like he had abused Kenryoku.
SIBLINGS:
Kishimori Nagare, his younger half-brother by six years. Born to his father and his new wife nearly six years after Ken was sent to live with his grandmother at her home ten years ago, he only got to know him through phone calls. He calls Ken on his cell weekly, and often asks him questions about his days of darkness. He stills lives in Japan with their aunt Namida after their father got arrested for child abuse once again. Although he barely knows his half-brother, let alone how he looks like, he still feels concerned about him as an older brother should.
OTHER RELATIVES:
Aware Hobin, Kenryoku's grandmother from his mother's side. She got custody of him after his mother died and his father was arrested. She relocated them both to America to give Ken a second chance at a peaceful life after all he'd gone through, and enrolled him in couseling when she felt that he was depressed.

AUTOBIOGRAPHY:

Born in Tokushima City in the Tokushima prefecture of Shikoku, Japan, Kenryoku had always known and gotten used to the crowded streets of an over-populated city. He was born to a rather wealthy family, and was lucky enough to live in a large enough house. That didn't protect him from the abuse of his father, though.

In front of others, his father was an experienced business man, brimming with kindness and compassion, but within closed doors he was truly brimming with anger and hate for his first son, who he wanted to be a daughter. At first, he played it off that he loved his son, keeping him close to him at all times. During this time, Yuuku was working late as a doctor at the hospital her family owned. Kenryoku began getting some mysterious injuries ranging from a simple cut across the leg to numerous burns on the head, torso and arms. At one point, his skull was nearly cracked open. Relatives from his mother's side began to suspect that the child was getting abused, but Shinhi merely shrugged it off as ridiculous. He stated that the child just got into too many things in their home, and that they were just starting to close off areas dangerous to him. They backed off, believing him.

Nonetheless, Kenryoku's amount of injuries rose and fell during his first two years of living. He learned words quickly, calling his father "Father" even though he saw that other children referred to their dads as "Daddy" or "Pa". He often got sick, his immune system too weak to guard him from illnesses. At this point, his mother noticed that his father was the one hurting him, but she knew that if she confronted him too quickly, he'd turn violent and kill them both. Kenryoku had a lot of check-ups monthly after this, since his mother was a doctor. His mother noticed that he had begun staring and acting violent toward others lately so she kept a close watch on him; it was not within his usual behavior to do that.

Even though he was not being beaten on his third year, fourth year, or fifth year, he often felt pains in his head and sharp stings in his eyes. He found himself forgetting who others were constantly, and it worried his mother. He often forgot who his parents were often, and his father grew angry at that. First he got a son instead of a daughter, and now he had a mentally retarded child. How great. Kenryoku's interests completely changed that year, and he began to have a love of the color green: the only color he never forgot. He grew to hate forgetting, and asked his mother a camera for Christmas that year. He took to taking pictures of everything so he'd never forget anything ever again.

The month nearing his fifth birthday was one he would make himself remember for the rest of his life, he swore it. His father began beating him again, constantly aiming at his head. The day he was slammed against the ground on his head was when he felt he lost it all. His stitched skull nearly cracked open again, and the four year old fell into a short coma. He awoke nearly a month after his birthday had passed. His world was pitch black, and he found himself afraid. He'd always been afraid of the dark, but this amount of darkness terrified him. He didn't recognize his mother's voice, or the voice of the doctors that were trying to help him. He remembered only certain things, including his father, who he felt he hated now. The first thing he asked those "strangers" for was his camera, which he remembered immediately, and he took a clumsy picture of whatever injuries he had for future reference. He then asked for a recorder he could keep with him at all times.

His habit of recording his conversations with people started there. He recorded conversations between him and his "mother" often, telling her he was "making memories." She thought his behavior was definetly odd, but she didn't question it. She thought it was his own indivitual way of healing. A few days after that interaction, his mother was shot while on her way to work. She was shot right in between the eyes and died instantly. It shattered his last hopes of remembering who she was. His father was arrested on suspicion of her murder, and Aware Hobin, Kenryoku's grandmother, gained custody of him.

She moved them both to America quickly, wanting the boy to break away from his past. She felt that he didn't need to remember his past life, but that he had to make a more positive future. Aware noticed his odd habits of recording people and taking pictures he'd never be able to see, so she enrolled him in counseling, feeling that he must be depressed. He certainly didn't appreciate that. He despised the counselor he had; she always called him a depressed and deprived child. Unfortunatly for him, his counselor was a part of the family, and moved in with them.

He developed a bigger love for the color green while living in America. At eight, he bought green contacts with the lunch money he'd saved up for a month. His grandmother found it ridiculous, but she taught him to put on the contacts anyway. He starting learning braille with a teacher in a public school a few weeks after that, and gained an interest in Japanese rock after hearing a cousin of his play it during lunch.

His life was overall peaceful during these years, but he couldn't consider himself 'at peace' just yet. He had become somewhat violent during the first few months of braille, despising how everyone offered him help just because they could see he was blind. He'd constantly get into arguments with others, eyes burning into the head of whoever he was arguing with. His counselor especially got the worse end of this rage; he snapped at her for calling him depressed quite often. But just as quickly as he became angry, his anger fell and he quickly apologized for his behavior. It was quite odd, and his grandmother took him to a doctor as soon as the behavior began. They said he had a multiple personality disorder, but it's not like they would tell him that.

When he turned ten, his aunt called him to announce that his father had had another child. His hate for his father rose, and he demanded to know where that child was. She quickly told him that she had his younger half-brother, Kishimori, and he calmed himself. He knew that if she had him in her custody, he'd be alright. He began calling back to Japan weekly, often at midnight, to talk to his younger sibling.

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ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
It was another one of those days.

Five in the morning and it was Tuesday. He sighed as his alarm screamed its head off, rolling over to smash it onto the floor. His head was pounding as he did his best to sit up, holding his head. He could feel that his hair was all over the place, and he chuckled a bit to himself; some things about him would never change. His grandmother always told him he looked like he'd just been skydiving without a helmet on. He lazily stood up, clumsily searching the table next to his bed for a brush or comb. He managed to get a hold of his usually-lost brush, bringing it across his scalp as he tried to flatten his crazy morning hair.

He gave up quickly, feeling that it didn't matter if he did or didn't brush his hair that day. No one knew him and he didn't know what he looked like anyway, so what good would that do? He placed a hand on the way, feeling his way to the bathroom to get his contacts as he did every day. He opened the door to his room, getting the cane his grandmother put next to his door. He moved the cane along the ground, waiting until he heard the familiar bump of the bathroom's door. He knocked before entering, not wanting to catch his grandmother while she was in there. She had a habit of leaving the door open, and he certainly didn't want to catch her while she was in the bathroom. He shuddered at the thought.

When he didn't get a reply from inside, he reached for the knob, turning it, placed his cane next to the door, and went in. He felt his way to the sink, opening the small cabinet next to the mirror. He felt the small case he kept his contacts in and his bottle of eyes drops, and he grabbed them quickly. Opening the left side of the contact case, he gently stuck the contact to his right index finger, using his left index finger and thumb to open his eye widely, he rose it to his eye, fitting it in quickly. He repeated the process for the right eye, putting some eye drops in afterward. He blinked quickly, his eyes tearing. He sighed to him, "Time to get ready for school.."

The sixteen year old didn't find it difficult to get into regular clothes anymore; after eleven years of changing in and out of clothes daily, it was easy to get used to. He put on a black hoodie over his usual dark green shirt, knowing that it could possibly be cold outside. Like I get cold.. he thought to himself. He shuffled to his table once again, grabbing his beloved iPod and gently stuffing it into the pocket of his hoodie; he'd use it later if he felt he needed it to kill boredom.

He grabbed his backpack that was by the door, as always. He opened the front pocket, grabbing his cell phone that was in there. His clicked at a few buttons as he usually did, and it read the time to him, "It is currently 5:45 AM." He quickly opened the door, running outside; he was about to be running late.

Late for what, you ask? He was late for his early breakfast. Even though he kept himself thin, he often ate when he was waiting for school to start. He often went to the Dunkin Donuts up the street from his house and bought a few Boston Creme donuts with either a large coffee, tea or a bottle of Pepsi. Later, at six AM, he'd get some breakfast a Burger King(since he had no taste for McDonald's), either getting a breakfast sandwitch or just some coffee. He loved coffee, after all.

He spoke to the cashier with a happy tone, smiling as he was handed his three donuts and took a pepsi from the fridge. He payed quickly, and bowed a bit to the man as he did daily. He was a regular here, after all. He sat himself at his regular table, nibbling at his donut as he spaced out, thinking of the day ahead. I wonder what's gonna kill me today..

(Kind of bleh-ish example..)

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NAME: Kenshinteki
AGE: 16
EXPERIENCE: About six years.
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