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 Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 11:33 pm
owner : DarkenWoodWolf
name : Hideaki Yemon
stage : Wandering Spirit
RANK POINTS : 8 this is the journal of yemon/darkenwoodwolf.
please don't post here unless you are or allowed to by darken
also, do abide by the rules of the shop as well as gaia's TOS. GIVEN TASK/QUEST
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:52 pm
oo1: Staff operated opening
oo2: Contents
oo3: Rules
oo4: Profile
oo5: Past Life
oo6: Family
oo7: Friends and Foes
oo8: Room
oo9: Possessions
o10: Abilities
o11: Weapons
o12: Roleplay
o13: Progress
o14: FanArt
o15: Credits
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:53 pm
oo1 -- Follow all Gaia and shop rules
oo2 -- Do not post here
oo3 -- I don't want your drama. If you have a problem with me or the way that I RP, either tell me honestly and we'll see if we can work it out or just leave me alone.
oo4 -- I reserve the right to add them as I see fit?
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:54 pm
 Name -- Hideaki Yemon
Age -- 14
Gender -- Male
Birthday -- June 1, 1994
Sign -- Gemini
Height -- 5'3"
Weight -- 120 lbs
Personality -- Yemon is arrogant and manipulative. He sees everyone by their worth to him. If they are worth nothing too him, they are nothing. If they are worth a great deal, he may be a completely different person around them. He is good at concealing what he is really feeling, hiding behind the arrogance and the machinations. There was one person he felt he could be himself with before he died, his very best friend. Everyone else only saw what he wanted them to see. Except when he was at his family's pond with his lotus flowers. He's always very honest when around them.
He has a temper, much the same as any teenage boy. Yemon reacts to anger, much the same as any teenage boy. He will, having realized that he is angry, abruptly not seem angry anymore. He is all for vengeance, but he will rarely stoop to his opponents level. He won't resort to violence or name calling unless he is caught off guard or the person he is facing has pushed him past his limit. Yemon has other ways of getting back at his opponents.
Appearance -- Yemon has chin length, blue hair. He'd have it shorted, but his mother had never let him cut it. The longest piece in the front it pulled back by a clip. A lotus flower, of course. His clothing leads people to believe he is a girl at first. It's all his mother's fault, but it might not be wise to mistake him for a girl. The gate on his sleeves as well as they lotus flower in his hair have a special significance for him.
Likes --
xxxxx Lotus flowers
Dislikes --
xxxxx Being mistaken for a girl
xxxxx That, to be near his favorite thing, he has to face his worst fear
xxxxx Having his hair in his eyes
xxxxx Being touched
xxxxx ANYONE touching his lotus clip
xxxxx Being told what to do
xxxxx Being insulted
Fears --
xxxxxOpen water
xxxxxThunder storms
Orientation -- Unsure
Current stage -- Wandering Spirit
Previous stages -- xxx
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:55 pm
Birth -- Yemon was born at dawn on the first of June in the year 1994. He was born at his parents estate. His mother didn't trust hospitals for a reason she never bothered to explain to the boy. She'd hired a team of doctors to deliver him in all the comfort she could manage. His father had been on a business trip when he was born.
Family -- Yemon had a mother and a father. His mother was the very definition of socialite. She went to every party, knew everyone's name, and was very good at entertaining people. She enjoyed dressing Yemon as a girl, keeping his hair out long. Of course, she only did this when his father was away. Fortunately for her, this was most of the time. Yemon's father was a successful business man doing something that no one bothered to explain to Yemon. He was just a boy after all. The father spent most of his time in a rented apartment in the city rather then make the long commute. He was rarely home.
Background -- Yemon spent most of his time alone, or with his families servants. Which meant he was alone among those beneath him, or those he had to pretend were beneath him. His mother never let him talk to the servants. Commoners, peasants, whatever she wanted to call them. And Yemon was trained to look at most of the world that way. That people were worthless unless they could offer him something. Status, wealth, etc. Everything else was meaningless. Family, friends, people to talk to, were worthless. Everyone was worthless.
Yemon didn't spend time with his mother much. He felt out of place, with her. Why would he feel comfortable around someone who dressed him as a girl and wouldn't let him cut the hair out of his eyes? Of course, she wasn't around much either.
A few years before his death, there was a commotion in front of his house. Or, should I say, in the road in front of his house. People were yelling, rather loudly, disturbing Yemon at the back of his parents property. They weren't home, of course, his parents. Yemon had brushed his hair back out of his eyes, annoyed at the noise. Of course, his annoyance didn't stop him from traveling to the front of his yard to see what was going on. He expected anything from a riot to a parade. He did not expect to see a large group of children kicking a ball around in the street. They looked a bit older than him and seemed to follow the orders of someone dressed strangely. Yemon wanted to laugh. Because he had room to talk, right? No, the boy who was calling orders to the others was dressed like a foreigner. Like an American. His mother had mentioned something about one of the neighbors having relatives in America. That must be who he was.
Yemon had turned to go back to his solitude when the sound stopped. They'd all stopped to look at him, except the American boy, who was talking with a kid that Yemon had seen around before.
"Yo." The American kicked the ball toward Yemon. "Why don't you join us?"
"I don't play in the street." Yemon had said, tilting his head and trying to imitate the look his father used. His hair fell into his eyes, effectively cutting everything from view.
"You don't look like you play at all, little girl."
"I'm a boy, you idiot!" Yemon brushed his hair out of his eyes to see them laughing at him. All but the American who'd insulted him in the first place. He just looked kinda smug, just stood there. Yemon kicked the ball at his face. Just as his mother pulled onto the street. The other children scattered, hiding from the car. Yemon just waited for the inevitable scolding to come. He might even get grounded. His mother would probably cry. The car pulled up next to him.
"Get in the car, young man." His mother ordered. Yup. He was going to get in trouble. Yemon caught sight of the American over the back of the car and sneered at him before climbing in next to his mother. It was a week before he was allowed to leave the house again.
His mother released him to the yard after one week, tired of him 'sulking' around the house. If he was allowed 'out', at least she wouldn't have to see him sulk. Yemon ended up at the back of his property, as per usual. There was a small pond there. He was trying to grow lotus flowers there, so he didn't have to make a trip out to the lake to see them. It was working rather well, so far.
"So, she finally let you out, huh?"
Yemon nearly fell into the pond. The American boy who'd gotten him in trouble in the first place was sitting at his pond.
"I-- you-- What?" Yemon wanted to bite off his own tongue. He had no idea what to do with the boy sitting there, smiling at him.
"Which translates into 'What are you doing here?' right?" The boy smirked at him. Smirked!
"Get the hell off my property!" Yemon snarled at him, pushing his hair behind his ears. Where it refused to stay, of course.
"Do you think you can make me? Without calling for help?"
"I wouldn't lower myself to fight you." Yemon tossed his hair out of his eyes again.
"You know, you'd be a bit more intimidated if someone could actually see that little glare of yours."
"How dare--!" The boy had moved, pinning the younger, smaller Yemon against a conveniently placed tree.
"Don't move, you." The boy took the parts of his hair that were constantly in his face and pulled them back, clipped them, and stepped back. "There."
"What did you do?" Yemon demanded, hands feeling the clip in his hair.
"I wanted to say I was sorry for last week. I didn't mean to get you in trouble with your mom." The boy shrugged. "It's something you would normally see on a girl, but I figured it suit you." That smirk was back.
"You are an a**."
The boy laughed. "As are you. Let me tell you a little something about being an a**. Oh, and the name's Damien."
Death -- It was the last day of the local cherry blossom festival, April 12th, 2009. Yemon was dressed for the festival, his hair pulled back with a lotus flower clip. He slipped away from the main party, tired of smiling at the men his mother introduced him too. There were lotus flowers in the lake. Near the shrine.
The path was narrow where it lead toward the shrine, about thirty feet over the lake.
They found his body at dawn, floating against the torii, a lotus flower clutched in his hand.
Remembers --
Damien
That he was worth something
His parents' absence
Walking to see the flowers
How he died
Forgets --
Everyone's name except Damien's
What his parents looked like
How he fell into the lake
Yemon was walking down the path, seeing that familar form sitting on the edge of the path, looking out over the lake. He ignored the joy he felt at seeing his friend and walked up to him. Damien was so lost in thought he didn't hear him. "Who is she?" Yemon asked, right in his ear, causing Damien to jump about six feet in the air.
"Yemon?!" Damien laughed softly. "You scared the hell out of me"
Yemon leaned back with a smirk that only this boy ever got to see. "So, who is she?"
"Who is who?" Damien looked utterly confused, head tilted to the side as he stood up.
"The girl you are daydreaming about." Yemon stated flatly, that sweet smile creeping over his face. Just like Damien has shown him. Of course, to the other boy it would mean something entirely different. Though, Yemon couldn't quite place why the thought of Damien spending his time with some strange girl bothered him quite so much.
Damien stopped smiling. "That wasn't-- I don't--" He ran his hair through short hair and glared at Yemon. "Damn it, stop smiling like that." He cuffed the younger boy on the shoulder. "There is no girl, you baka. I just..."
Yemon rolled his eyes. "Then why haven't I seen you this past week? I swear, if one more person had mistaken me for a girl I would have... done something you wouldn't approve off."
Damien smiled half heartedly. "Sorry. I had... stuff."
"Your stuff was more important than me?" Yemon puffed up indiginatly. "What were you doing?"
Damien sighed, shoulders slumping forward. "I'm going back home."
Yemon frowned, not liking that his friend was avoiding the coversation. "No you are not. You are going to tell me what the hell you have been doing this past week. Right now."
"No, Yemon. Home. America."
Yemon stopped breathing for a moment. This hadn't even occurred to him. Damien couldn't leave. He was the only person he could be himself around. He was... his only friend. "No. I forbid it." Yemon barely recognized his own voice. It sounded strange, strained.
Damian half smiled again. "There you go again, thinking you are so important."
Yemon shook his head. This was not the time to be joking around. They had to think of something. Anything. Damien couldn't leave. "You... you can't leave." Yemon took a step closer to his friend.
Damien sighed, running his fingers through his hair again. "I don't have a choice. Mom is making me. But I will come back. I promise, Yemon, I will come back."
"When?" Yemon demanded.
"I don't know. It may not be for years but..." Damien trailed off, looking down at the ground. "I turn 16 tomorrow, and but the time I'm 18, they can't keep me away. Okay?"
"No. You should stay here." Yemon looked at his friend, who was no longer meeting his eyes. 2 years. 2 years without Damien to talk to, without him to fight with... it might as well be two centuries.
Damien took a step closer. "I... I didn't think it would come to this but..." He bit his lower lip. "I..."
"Just spit it out, Damien." Yemon said, still reeling from the thought his friend was leaving when a pair of lips decended on his own. Blue eyes rocketed wide, meeting another pair of blue eyes, so close to his, Damien was kissing him. DAMIEN was KISSING him! That was his only thought as he shoved backward, unsure, mouth open to yell at him, to scream at him, to do something other than let the older boy wrap his arms around him and kiss him again. To do anything other than enjoy the feeling.
He pushed back again, trying to re-orient his brain. His foot the edge of the drop, but he was to wrapped up in the words Damien was whispering against his lips. "Yemon I-- I love--" Yemon shoved once more harder than before, and Damien's arms slipped from around him, and he was falling. "YEMON!"
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:57 pm
  Ten'un Keitaro
--- The older boy is still somewhat of a mystery to me. He is supposed to be my older brother. It is an odd feeling, to have an older brother. Especially since I was an only child. I think. Regardless, Keitaro is a kind soul. Which makes this arrangement even odder. He is blind, but that doesn't stop him from doing whatever it is he wants to. My brother isn't pathetic enough to depend on others because of his disability. It shall be interesting to get to know him.
My first interaction with my brother was not good. We got into a fight. A real one, not the play ones that I enjoy. It was his fault for sending me to the koi pond at the shrine. Still. I said some things that I regret. What do I do now?
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:58 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 8:59 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:00 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:01 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:02 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:03 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:04 pm
Wandering Spirit:
xxxxxRequirements for growth:
xxxxxxxxxx--- Complete journal set up
xxxxxxxxxx--- SQRP in journal -- 2 rank points
xxxxxxxxxx--- SQRP in journal -- 2 rank points
xxxxxxxxxx--- QRP in journal -- 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxx--- QRP in journal -- 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxx--- Ability quest
xxxxxxxxxx--- Hunger quest
xxxxxxxxxx--- Growth quest
Academy Student:
xxxxxRequirements for growth:
xxxxxxxxxx--- Six tasks
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- Soul Burialxxxx- 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- Combat Lesson - 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- Kido Lessonxxx- 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--xxxxxxxxxxxxxx- 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--xxxxxxxxxxxxxx- 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx--xxxxxxxxxxxxxx- 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxx--- Zanpakuto Release - 3 rank points
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-Total points - 21 rank points
Shinigami --
xxxxxNovice --
xxxxxxxxxx--- rank points to advance - 1o
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 1o
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o9
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o8
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o7
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o6
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o5
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o4
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o3
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o2
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o1
xxxxxRegular --
xxxxxxxxxx--- shikai release
xxxxxxxxxx--- rank points to advance - 2o
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 2o
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 19
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 18
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 17
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 16
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 15
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 14
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 13
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 12
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 11
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- 1o
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o9
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o8
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o7
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o6
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o5
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o4
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o3
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o2
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- o1
xxxxxExperienced --
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:05 pm
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 9:06 pm
Former Owner -- Faeyas
Current Owner -- sukirai SUKI xx
Orginal Artist -- LittleDream
Banners -- DarkenWoodWolf
Other art -- xxx
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