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PLAYER: Misty
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CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Hitsugaya Toushirou
CANON: Bleach
CANON REFERENCE: Here.
AGE: 13
GENDER: Male
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: 9th Grade (HS-1)
APPEARANCE: Here.
PERSONALITY: Those who would describe Toushirou as cold aren't always referring to his powers. He keeps himself largely distant from other people, is blunt, has little patience and outwardly little compassion. Something bad happens to you? Deal with it. Why should he care about your problems? He genuinely feels that every person is responsible for what they make of their lives and that any issues should be handled productively. Don’t whine; do something.
Which isn’t to say that he doesn't gripe about petty things, because he does. Even this is something he tries to keep to a minimum in efforts to appear more mature, though in reality he’s not as successful at it as he would like to think. His near-constant frown would be enough to shatter that illusion even without the fact that he will constantly order people to stop bothering him. He's an irritable child, and it shows.
Toushirou likes order and organization on a level that borders on compulsive. He can't abide a mess any more than he can abide his powers slipping his grasp. He may not be at a point where he colour-codes his sock drawer, but if anything is out of the order he deems is correct, it bothers him and he wants to fix it. This even extends to the people around him, though he's respectful of personal space and property and rather than just going in and fixing the "mess" himself, he'll tell the other person to do it. This can make him seem rather bossy, but he's unconcerned with such opinions. He's most comfortable being in charge; give him a proper focus, and he's capable of being an effective leader.
However abrasive he can be, however, he does believe in giving people a chance. Treat him decently and he’ll be civil in return. Though he's not afraid of confrontation, he does his best not to initiate it. If someone else starts it, though, he’s not about to back down; he won’t allow himself to be bullied. He has his principles and he will fight for them, no matter the obstacles in his way. Knocking him down, whether physically or emotionally, only makes him want to jump back up and fight harder.
Underneath that coldness he displays, Toushirou is capable of very deep feeling. If he calls someone a friend, he means it very seriously. He's extremely protective of those he cares for and will do absolutely anything for them. Even die. Even kill, if necessary. He’s not shy about expressing his rage if something happens to someone he feels close to. This does, however, make him irrational and prone to rash decisions, which can potentially land him in a lot of trouble. The emotions he does try to shove down are the ones that he feels make him look more vulnerable: sadness, grief, guilt. Those, he internalizes. If he has a legitimate problem, he doesn't whine; he broods.
He still couches his positive feelings in unfriendly mannerisms. Just because he'd die for someone doesn't mean he won't call them an idiot all the time. He sees the typical expressions of happiness and excitement as a childish thing, and he can't afford to be childish now. And honestly, he’s never been one to smile a lot to begin with. He doesn't know why, really. He can't remember being any other way. He'll grump and he’ll complain, even while he just goes right on ahead to do whatever he can to aid those he calls friends. Why look like a softie when he doesn't have to?
Though he can be quick to offer help, he has a great deal of trouble accepting it. He’s not a toddler; he can handle things just fine, thank you. Any overture made toward him that way is met with some suspicion and a suppressed hostility. He instinctively thinks that anyone offering to help him thinks that he’s incapable, even when it's just a sincere act of kindness. Besides, how is he supposed to be a responsible, independent person when people are doing things for him? He's no one's charity case; he'll handle his problems on his own, thank you very much.
Toushirou has a sharp mind and catches onto new concepts quickly. Nevertheless, he doesn't coast. Anything worth doing is worth doing well, at that means putting in sincere effort. Laziness in others frustrates him. He has high expectations for himself and tends to apply them to everyone else. Even if they can’t be as good as he is – he’s biased in that he doesn't consider doing as well as he does to be difficult – they can at least strive toward perfection. Otherwise, what’s the point? Everything should have a point, a purpose. If there’s no purpose, then there's no direction, and how does anyone live their life without that? He wouldn't know what to do without one.
POWERS/ABILITIES: Toushirou is cryokinetic. He has the ability to freeze water particles, whether liquid or atmospheric, instantaneously. With refined control, he could make snow or sleet from these same particles, but when his power is in its infancy, all he gets is ice: the most extreme of the three, due to his lack of control. His power also makes him able to drastically lower the temperature in a limited area without actually freezing anything, and his body has developed an unnatural tolerance to the cold. In fact, he barely even registers cold anymore; his body is now conditioned to find the lowered temperatures comfortable. Conversely, he’s more sensitive to heat. In very dry air, his power is nearly useless unless there is a water source nearby, as it depends on the existence of water molecules.
AU HISTORY: Born to a Japanese father and an American mother, Toushirou spent the first four years of his life growing up in his father's homeland. With his pale hair and bright green eyes, he stood out quite a bit amongst the other children, and not always in the best way. Many children avoided him just because he looked so far outside the norm – or because their parents deigned to keep them away. After all, what kind of child was born with white hair, as his parents claimed? A sign of mutation, in their eyes, and they felt it irresponsible or outright dangerous to allow their kids near him.
Consequently, he spent much of his earliest years in fairly solitary fashion. His own parents refused to believe that there could be any mutation in him; they didn’t have a history of such an awful thing in their families. Surely their little Toushirou was perfectly normal. He was loved, doted upon, even, as an only child. Though the outside world appeared to have a problem with him, his home was a safe haven.
Until he lost his parents.
It was a train accident that took them both as they commuted home from work. Only four at the time, Toushirou had trouble conceptualizing the reality of death, and even after being told what had happened, he'd expected them to come back for him. At first, anyway. Once he’d attended the funeral services, the idea that he would never see them again set in.
Child services took over then, and found that in the event of their passing, his parents had willed his care to his maternal grandmother in the United States. He'd only met the woman very few times, and was initially unsure of the arrangement. It would take time for him to warm to her, but he eventually did. She was just as loving and supportive as he remembered his parents to be; he had no reason to dislike her. They became family in the truest sense.
He fared a little better in the U.S when it came to the outside world. His appearance wasn't considered as unusual, and the parents didn't encourage their kids to avoid him. The most he got picked on for was his small size, and while his chilly demeanour didn't earn him many friends, he got by well enough. Indeed, Toushirou proved himself to be a bright and gifted student, completing any assignments or other classwork promptly and to a high standard, as well as earning the top grade on most tests.
In almost every way, Toushirou was flourishing. But again, his world shifted.
The first time it happened, he was only a little past his 12th birthday. And honestly, he didn't make the connection himself at first. But when his grandmother came to wake him up for school that morning, she found his entire room covered in a thin layer of frost. When awakened, Toushirou was just as confused, but they'd passed it off as a heating problem at the time; it was winter, so how unreasonable could frost forming be? In truth, his power of cryokinesis had begun to manifest, and it had done so in his sleep. The incident went unremarked upon for a while after that.
However, a few weeks later, the power started slipping on him when he couldn't ignore it. He frosted over an entire convenience store once while on an errand for his grandmother. He was so dumbfounded about the occurrence himself that he actually complied right away when the owner shouted at him to get his "filthy mutant ass" out of the store. But he didn't tell his grandmother what had happened. He needed to work that out for himself first.
Over the next several weeks, he had many more slips, not all of them dramatic. Every time someone complained of a sudden chill, he wondered if he were the cause. And he still never said anything – even when it was his grandmother who brought up the cold. He was too busy trying to reconcile the reality that he could no longer ignore: he was a mutant. He'd had a fairly neutral opinion on them before – as long as they kept their powers under control, why should he care that they were different? – but actually being one himself was another thing entirely for his mind to process.
Finally, he told his grandmother what he thought was going on. He was hesitant about it, fearing what her reaction might be. Fear? Anger? How would he deal with it when a person who meant this much to him rejected him for what he was? But she didn't reject him. She didn't judge him at all, and for that he was more grateful than even he realizes to this day. She gave him a hug, told him it was okay, and just asked him to go grab her medicine for her; she’d been getting progressively more ill of late.
School was another matter, though. Any semblance of acceptance he'd built vanished when the other students caught on to his power slips. Once only given a hard time for how small he was, he suddenly had to endure being called a freak or a monster, and got into more physical fights. The staff made token efforts to stop the bullying, but he was always the one that suffered the worst punishment. After a power slip that froze another student's arm solid, he was finally expelled near the end of the school year.
He could have dealt with that somehow, he was sure. But then he learned what was making his grandmother sick. Prolonged exposure to the cold had weakened her body to the point where she was more vulnerable to serious illness. It was his fault. It had to be. Though there was a strong belief in him that he should stay to care for his ailing family member . . . he couldn't help but feel she was better off without him now. The best way to protect her was to get away from her. He'd heard things about the Xavier Institute – they both had – and he finally decided that he needed to go there for his grandmother’s safety if nothing else.
As ever, she supported his decision, and comforted him when he did a rare thing and broke down in tears at the thought of leaving her behind. This was for the best, and they both knew it, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
Many things happened over his year at the Institute, most prominently his getting named the leader of a student X-Team. But that all came to an end the day of the Phoenix Incident; he wound up the victim of a "lapsed world line" and spent the next five years in stasis. Now released from it, it's time for him to get back in form.
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1ST PERSON SAMPLE:
From the Test Drive
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
From the Test Drive
PLAYER: Misty
ARE YOU AT LEAST 16 YEARS OLD?: Yes
IF UNDER 18 YEARS OLD, PLEASE STATE YOUR AGE: Over 18
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PERSONAL JOURNAL: N/A
CHARACTERS PLAYED: N/A
CHARACTER INFORMATION
NAME: Hitsugaya Toushirou
CANON: Bleach
CANON REFERENCE: Here.
AGE: 13
GENDER: Male
YEAR IN SCHOOL/FACULTY POSITION: 9th Grade (HS-1)
APPEARANCE: Here.
PERSONALITY: Those who would describe Toushirou as cold aren't always referring to his powers. He keeps himself largely distant from other people, is blunt, has little patience and outwardly little compassion. Something bad happens to you? Deal with it. Why should he care about your problems? He genuinely feels that every person is responsible for what they make of their lives and that any issues should be handled productively. Don’t whine; do something.
Which isn’t to say that he doesn't gripe about petty things, because he does. Even this is something he tries to keep to a minimum in efforts to appear more mature, though in reality he’s not as successful at it as he would like to think. His near-constant frown would be enough to shatter that illusion even without the fact that he will constantly order people to stop bothering him. He's an irritable child, and it shows.
Toushirou likes order and organization on a level that borders on compulsive. He can't abide a mess any more than he can abide his powers slipping his grasp. He may not be at a point where he colour-codes his sock drawer, but if anything is out of the order he deems is correct, it bothers him and he wants to fix it. This even extends to the people around him, though he's respectful of personal space and property and rather than just going in and fixing the "mess" himself, he'll tell the other person to do it. This can make him seem rather bossy, but he's unconcerned with such opinions. He's most comfortable being in charge; give him a proper focus, and he's capable of being an effective leader.
However abrasive he can be, however, he does believe in giving people a chance. Treat him decently and he’ll be civil in return. Though he's not afraid of confrontation, he does his best not to initiate it. If someone else starts it, though, he’s not about to back down; he won’t allow himself to be bullied. He has his principles and he will fight for them, no matter the obstacles in his way. Knocking him down, whether physically or emotionally, only makes him want to jump back up and fight harder.
Underneath that coldness he displays, Toushirou is capable of very deep feeling. If he calls someone a friend, he means it very seriously. He's extremely protective of those he cares for and will do absolutely anything for them. Even die. Even kill, if necessary. He’s not shy about expressing his rage if something happens to someone he feels close to. This does, however, make him irrational and prone to rash decisions, which can potentially land him in a lot of trouble. The emotions he does try to shove down are the ones that he feels make him look more vulnerable: sadness, grief, guilt. Those, he internalizes. If he has a legitimate problem, he doesn't whine; he broods.
He still couches his positive feelings in unfriendly mannerisms. Just because he'd die for someone doesn't mean he won't call them an idiot all the time. He sees the typical expressions of happiness and excitement as a childish thing, and he can't afford to be childish now. And honestly, he’s never been one to smile a lot to begin with. He doesn't know why, really. He can't remember being any other way. He'll grump and he’ll complain, even while he just goes right on ahead to do whatever he can to aid those he calls friends. Why look like a softie when he doesn't have to?
Though he can be quick to offer help, he has a great deal of trouble accepting it. He’s not a toddler; he can handle things just fine, thank you. Any overture made toward him that way is met with some suspicion and a suppressed hostility. He instinctively thinks that anyone offering to help him thinks that he’s incapable, even when it's just a sincere act of kindness. Besides, how is he supposed to be a responsible, independent person when people are doing things for him? He's no one's charity case; he'll handle his problems on his own, thank you very much.
Toushirou has a sharp mind and catches onto new concepts quickly. Nevertheless, he doesn't coast. Anything worth doing is worth doing well, at that means putting in sincere effort. Laziness in others frustrates him. He has high expectations for himself and tends to apply them to everyone else. Even if they can’t be as good as he is – he’s biased in that he doesn't consider doing as well as he does to be difficult – they can at least strive toward perfection. Otherwise, what’s the point? Everything should have a point, a purpose. If there’s no purpose, then there's no direction, and how does anyone live their life without that? He wouldn't know what to do without one.
POWERS/ABILITIES: Toushirou is cryokinetic. He has the ability to freeze water particles, whether liquid or atmospheric, instantaneously. With refined control, he could make snow or sleet from these same particles, but when his power is in its infancy, all he gets is ice: the most extreme of the three, due to his lack of control. His power also makes him able to drastically lower the temperature in a limited area without actually freezing anything, and his body has developed an unnatural tolerance to the cold. In fact, he barely even registers cold anymore; his body is now conditioned to find the lowered temperatures comfortable. Conversely, he’s more sensitive to heat. In very dry air, his power is nearly useless unless there is a water source nearby, as it depends on the existence of water molecules.
AU HISTORY: Born to a Japanese father and an American mother, Toushirou spent the first four years of his life growing up in his father's homeland. With his pale hair and bright green eyes, he stood out quite a bit amongst the other children, and not always in the best way. Many children avoided him just because he looked so far outside the norm – or because their parents deigned to keep them away. After all, what kind of child was born with white hair, as his parents claimed? A sign of mutation, in their eyes, and they felt it irresponsible or outright dangerous to allow their kids near him.
Consequently, he spent much of his earliest years in fairly solitary fashion. His own parents refused to believe that there could be any mutation in him; they didn’t have a history of such an awful thing in their families. Surely their little Toushirou was perfectly normal. He was loved, doted upon, even, as an only child. Though the outside world appeared to have a problem with him, his home was a safe haven.
Until he lost his parents.
It was a train accident that took them both as they commuted home from work. Only four at the time, Toushirou had trouble conceptualizing the reality of death, and even after being told what had happened, he'd expected them to come back for him. At first, anyway. Once he’d attended the funeral services, the idea that he would never see them again set in.
Child services took over then, and found that in the event of their passing, his parents had willed his care to his maternal grandmother in the United States. He'd only met the woman very few times, and was initially unsure of the arrangement. It would take time for him to warm to her, but he eventually did. She was just as loving and supportive as he remembered his parents to be; he had no reason to dislike her. They became family in the truest sense.
He fared a little better in the U.S when it came to the outside world. His appearance wasn't considered as unusual, and the parents didn't encourage their kids to avoid him. The most he got picked on for was his small size, and while his chilly demeanour didn't earn him many friends, he got by well enough. Indeed, Toushirou proved himself to be a bright and gifted student, completing any assignments or other classwork promptly and to a high standard, as well as earning the top grade on most tests.
In almost every way, Toushirou was flourishing. But again, his world shifted.
The first time it happened, he was only a little past his 12th birthday. And honestly, he didn't make the connection himself at first. But when his grandmother came to wake him up for school that morning, she found his entire room covered in a thin layer of frost. When awakened, Toushirou was just as confused, but they'd passed it off as a heating problem at the time; it was winter, so how unreasonable could frost forming be? In truth, his power of cryokinesis had begun to manifest, and it had done so in his sleep. The incident went unremarked upon for a while after that.
However, a few weeks later, the power started slipping on him when he couldn't ignore it. He frosted over an entire convenience store once while on an errand for his grandmother. He was so dumbfounded about the occurrence himself that he actually complied right away when the owner shouted at him to get his "filthy mutant ass" out of the store. But he didn't tell his grandmother what had happened. He needed to work that out for himself first.
Over the next several weeks, he had many more slips, not all of them dramatic. Every time someone complained of a sudden chill, he wondered if he were the cause. And he still never said anything – even when it was his grandmother who brought up the cold. He was too busy trying to reconcile the reality that he could no longer ignore: he was a mutant. He'd had a fairly neutral opinion on them before – as long as they kept their powers under control, why should he care that they were different? – but actually being one himself was another thing entirely for his mind to process.
Finally, he told his grandmother what he thought was going on. He was hesitant about it, fearing what her reaction might be. Fear? Anger? How would he deal with it when a person who meant this much to him rejected him for what he was? But she didn't reject him. She didn't judge him at all, and for that he was more grateful than even he realizes to this day. She gave him a hug, told him it was okay, and just asked him to go grab her medicine for her; she’d been getting progressively more ill of late.
School was another matter, though. Any semblance of acceptance he'd built vanished when the other students caught on to his power slips. Once only given a hard time for how small he was, he suddenly had to endure being called a freak or a monster, and got into more physical fights. The staff made token efforts to stop the bullying, but he was always the one that suffered the worst punishment. After a power slip that froze another student's arm solid, he was finally expelled near the end of the school year.
He could have dealt with that somehow, he was sure. But then he learned what was making his grandmother sick. Prolonged exposure to the cold had weakened her body to the point where she was more vulnerable to serious illness. It was his fault. It had to be. Though there was a strong belief in him that he should stay to care for his ailing family member . . . he couldn't help but feel she was better off without him now. The best way to protect her was to get away from her. He'd heard things about the Xavier Institute – they both had – and he finally decided that he needed to go there for his grandmother’s safety if nothing else.
As ever, she supported his decision, and comforted him when he did a rare thing and broke down in tears at the thought of leaving her behind. This was for the best, and they both knew it, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
Many things happened over his year at the Institute, most prominently his getting named the leader of a student X-Team. But that all came to an end the day of the Phoenix Incident; he wound up the victim of a "lapsed world line" and spent the next five years in stasis. Now released from it, it's time for him to get back in form.
SAMPLE
1ST PERSON SAMPLE:
From the Test Drive
THIRD PERSON SAMPLE:
From the Test Drive
