Name: Kisho Hatashi
Nickname(s): [none yet]
Sex: Male (I would hope O_o;; )
Age: 18 [Teen]
Social Stats: Straight
Wife: Melody
D.O.B: September 26th, ????
D.O.A: February 4, 2005
Race: Angel [Chunsa]
Origin: Original
Type: Light
Eyes: Med. Green
Hair: Dark Blue
Pets: Yukio, Kuyoshi(notebook 'com)
Dislikes: Alarm clocks, Getting up early, Being forced to do things(more to come)
Likes: Melody, Sweet things, Games, Manga books, Melody, Working in his Music studio, Rebuilding Persocoms, Melody...
Blood Siblings: [none that are known]
Secrets: [Can't cook for his LIFE!!]
Bio: [in the works....]
BackGround: In the up most reaches of the heavens where the angels reside we look upon the beginnings and ending of an Angel?s life?
Kisho came from a middle-classed family high in the heavens of soft white clouds. He wasn?t an only child, he had a younger sister with a very strong-willed attitude that Kisho greatly admired and often obeyed. His parents, both hard workers and well respected in their positions, which are unbeknownst to us. Kisho himself didn?t fit too well into the family structure. Instead of being strong-willed and quick witted, Kisho was weak-minded and flighty. He would lose his feathers if he became stressed, nervous or even frightened -which was quite often. While his sister stood out, she was bold curious and quite stubborn; Kisho was nothing like her, more of the opposite. He stuttered slightly and followed his sister around despite the age difference Kisho looked up to her rather than the other way around. Kisho constantly took he advice and was always the one helping her, not that it truly bothered her; she just found it slightly odd. Though Kisho?s family had their ways and strengths Kisho did have an ability they all smiled upon. He had a unique talent for music of all sorts. He could take up a new instrument and quickly figure out the way it was used and play the scales within a few weeks time. Many angels in the area would come and watch him play the many different instruments he could play and gaze upon the new one he would be taking up. So Kisho was never truly looked down upon but looked up upon in his own way?
?Kisho, wake up you feather-brained dimwit!? Kisho?s younger sister Kearith called from a cloud hovering a little ways above him. She was a beautiful young girl, she had long sky blue hair that was always tied neatly back with a white ribbon. Her complexion was a neutral tan and her eyes a bright blue. She wore a long white tunic and a pair of plain sandals like all young angels wore. Kisho would get newer nicer sandals soon. He?d be turning into a teenager anytime. But Kisho just rolled over putting his arm over his head his spiky blue hair covering his squinted eyes to the bright light he now noticed shining down on him and mumbled, ?Jus? go away. ?M sleepin?? Kearith giggled and swung her legs over the side of the cloud she was sitting on above Kisho fluttering her wings and picked up a handful of the cloud?s moist, fluffy white and threw it at Kisho hitting him in the side of the face. ?Come on, Mum says you have to get up. We?re going someplace today. You have to put on your good tunic!? She called down. ?Alright! I get it Kear!? He yelled sitting up and wiping off the side of his face, which was wet from the piece of cloud that she?s thrown at him. He pushed the strands of wet blue hair out of his face and sat up fully stretching with a groan and extending his wings ? which were quite large for someone of his age and size at the time being- flexing them slightly and shaking them loose of any old feathers that maybe had come loose during the night. Kearith just stuck out her tongue playfully and scrambled back up onto her cloud and ran off to finish getting ready for wherever this place they had to go to today was. Kisho just shook his head with a smile admiring his sister?s playfulness and exuberance. ?I wish I could be more like her sometimes!? he muttered to himself and he lifted himself up to stand and stretching again and bending over to get the muscles in his legs back in order. As he continued stretching like he usually did in the mornings, his mind wandered to what could be so important that he?d have to wear his good tunic? It wasn?t often he had to wear it special dinners or fancy occasions called to wear it but those were never truly often once every few months, maybe. But first he?d have to dig through his trunk to find it. He kept his clothes in a large trunk ?everyone on his family had his or her own trunk for their things -which mostly held casual shirts and pants. He shook the thought from his mind though it was too early to be thinking of that, it?d stress him and he?d start losing feathers again and if he lost too many his parent might be cross. Not that he had any particular control over the loosing of his feathers he just knew when to stop thinking about something so much that?d he?s lose them. He shook his head again to completely dispel the thought from his mind and fluttered his wings jumping up grabbing the cloud a good way about his head. It was soft and it could hold his weight if he wanted it to all clouds could. He hauled himself up onto the cloud, looking around a large room with soft cloud soft floors loomed around him with crystallized walls of icy frosted glass. The entire house was this way though instead of elongated staircases of elegant beauty the family would just fly or at least left themselves up high enough to reach the area they intended on going to. Kisho looked around again, ?Hmm, must be later than I thought?I hope Mom isn?t mad.? He whispered to himself as he edged his way quietly to the room where his things were kept and so he could wash ?considering that this was probably a day of importance he had to look nice. He slipped into the room closing the large wooden door behind him quietly and locking it to make sure he wasn?t walked in on. He eyed the room making sure Kearith wasn?t hiding someplace waiting to jump out at him when he least expected it and shrugged not seeing at sign that she was in the room and trotted over to the large truck that was of a black solid wood with a silver lining around its edges and a large silver embroidered lock for a key which he kept hidden even though his truck was usually unlocked ?seeing there wasn?t much of a reason for locking it anyways. He opened the trunk soundlessly and stared down at the neatly folded piles of loose cotton pants and long sleeved shirts. Not many approved of his usual clothes, it looked too human, and he was an angel: not some lowly human back on the earth a few thousands of feet below him. His Mother had once commented on his clothes saying ?they were workers clothes, not fit for an angel of his statis!? He took no care in what she said, he felt more comfortable dressed like that and not so overly dressed up like the angels in stories were said to look like. Sighing to him self he started to dig carefully through the piles of tightly folded pants and shirts all folded so neatly and so small it was amazing that so many clothes could even fit into the trunk. He passed over a few other tunics, none his good tunic he wore to special occasions. It was starting to frustrate him slightly. He wasn?t too patient in the mornings, he woke easily enough but his temper wasn?t as evenly spread and mellow as he was during the rest of the day. As his frustration grew her tossed to clothes he went over without much care and many became unfolded and lay in a heap. Finally ?at the bottom of the trunk- he found what he?d been searching for, a tunic of pure white and made of a fine light silk. It consisted of a loose top and a pair of matching shorts, which couldn?t be seen if at all under the tunic. He carefully took it out setting it next to him and looked at the pile of clothes heaped on the one side of the trunk piled a good ways above the edge and a few shirts and things lay on the floor on the side of the trunk. Kisho winced at the sight, if his mother saw the mess she would surely be cross with him for being so careless with his things, but he didn?t have time to fold them all now. Something was happening today and he may have woken late and already be in trouble. I?ll fold them later; hopefully no one will see this mess. He told himself with a sigh as he stood up and rushed over to the corner of the room where a large panel stood blocking that corner from view no matter where you were in the room. Here he?d wash and change like he did everyday. Once behind the panel he set his tunic down on a small bench and pulled off his nightshirt and shorts, eyeing a bucket of cool water that stood near him with a soft white cloth half dipped into the water. He took up the cloth with had a faint perfumed scent and began to wash himself carefully making sure he got every place. Once he finished washing he took up the bucket and dumped the entire thing over his head shivering at the coolness of the water. ?If I?d waken earlier the water wouldn?t have been so cold!? he scolded himself and he snatched up a large soft dry towel off the rack to hung off the wall over the bench with his clothes on it and began to dry himself. ?Yes?If Kearith had waken me earlier the water would have been much warmer.? He thought for a moment after the comment to himself. ?But, for all I know she may have been trying to wake me for some time.? He cringed at the thought of Kearith pestering him during his unwavering sleep. He pulled the towel over his head rubbing his hair as dry as he could and pulled the towel away staring at the few spikes of fluffy blue hair that hung over his right eye and gave a small laugh. ?Well I better dress quickly, if I was late to wake I best make up time by dressing quickly!? He chastised himself as he grabbed up his tunic top pulling it over his head careful of his large wings.
Stats:
~Happiness- 99%
~Love- 100%
~Trust- 89%
~Shyness- 39%
~Charisma- 56%
~magic- 47%
~Intelligence- 78%
~Pride- 60%
~Morals- 70%
~Temperment- 65%
~Stress- 46%
.Gifts.
-A Picture frame containing a picture of his family from Kearith-
-A Cd containing for Song from Melody-
[Archiving....]
.Friends.
-Melody-
-Kearith-
[Archiving....]
.Memorable Moments.
2::4::05 -Spica's allowed to Adopt Kisho
4::16::05 -Met Melody and took her on a very successful date
6::7::05 -Admitted that he loved Melody
7::23::05 -Proposed to Melody
10::23::05 - Found out he's going to be a father and eloped with Melody
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