Post by Lezard Hatoshi on Mar 2, 2009 17:34:52 GMT -5
Welcome to the Island
Lost on a Paradise Isle
Lost on a Paradise Isle
Who is the person behind the veil
Nickname: I have several... But, well, just calling me “Hatoshi” or "Allen" or "Kanda" makes things much less complex, imo.
How can you be reached: Via PM, preferably. If essential, I can be reached via e-mail. (It’s in my profile, though only the admin would be able to see it.) I can also be reached via the CBox at Harmony and Dissonance.
Age: Eh...between 10 and 99,999,999,999.239846347632. ^^; I don’t like disclosing that information. (Let’s put it this way: I’m at least old enough to have my driver’s permit, if not my full-blown license.)
RP Experience: 4-6 years. I lost track a while ago.
Nickname: I have several... But, well, just calling me “Hatoshi” or "Allen" or "Kanda" makes things much less complex, imo.
How can you be reached: Via PM, preferably. If essential, I can be reached via e-mail. (It’s in my profile, though only the admin would be able to see it.) I can also be reached via the CBox at Harmony and Dissonance.
Age: Eh...between 10 and 99,999,999,999.239846347632. ^^; I don’t like disclosing that information. (Let’s put it this way: I’m at least old enough to have my driver’s permit, if not my full-blown license.)
RP Experience: 4-6 years. I lost track a while ago.
Digging in the Sand
Character's name: Second Assistant Lezard Hatoshi
What anime are you from: He's from Angel's Feather. Don't know his name. |D
Age: 24
Sex: Male
History: Ever since he had been a little kid, Lezard Hatoshi had been absolutely fascinated by science. More specifically, he’d been fascinated by astronomy and biology. Accompanying this fascination of the sciences, was a fascination with the possibility of other worlds, other dimensions, and aliens that never left him – never, even throughout his high school and college years.
More often than not, Hatoshi would find himself being scolded by his parents and his teachers alike for constantly daydreaming about the possibility of other worlds and other creatures, both like and unlike the human race. None of their words ever seemed to get through to the boy, however. No matter how much he was chided or scolded, any attempts to get his head out of the clouds only caused a reverse effect. Their attempts to drag him back to reality merely made him even more intent on doing what he pleased.
All throughout his childhood and on into his junior high years, reality was the dream for this kid. What was really real was that which he read or saw in sci-fi or what he imagined. It was when he took his first hard-core science class that he realized what exactly it was that he wanted to do. Granted he’d always been enthralled with the sciences, but never like this. It may have had something to do with his teacher, he’d never totally figured that out, nor had he even bothered to figure that out. Science was science. His passion was his passion. It didn’t matter where it came from, it only mattered that it was there.
Finally, after years of constant nagging, Hatoshi was able to get his head out of the clouds enough to do extraordinarily well in school. He’d always been a bright kid. His parents and teachers had always agreed on that, but his grades were barely passing, unless he wished them to be otherwise. Now, with a renewed sense of motivation, he strived to do the best that he could in the maths and the sciences. Literature and art...well, he worked at those enough that he’d be able to get into a good university. But they had naught to do with what he wanted to do with his life. So what if his grammar was deplorable? At least he would be able to do what he wanted. His parents were more than happy to support him. It was enough for them that he was finally focusing.
During his junior high years, Hatoshi found something else that he loved – swords. Given the region in which he lived, there were plenty of schools for him to train at. It was something that gave him pleasure that was non-academic. He loved it. Eventually, he was able to convince his parents to buy him a real sword – later on, he took it everywhere he went.
Hatoshi excelled in the left-brain subjects, and did well enough on his exams to make it into a good high school, then into a good college. While studying at the university, he worked as an intern at a lab. What intrigued him about this lab was that it dealt with exactly what he’d always loved about life, the universe, and everything. It was a research lab, looking into the possibility of other worlds, other life forms. If this were a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. Ever. It was also here that he met the people with whom he would be spending the next several years.
The project that the lab had been working on was one that few would ever believe would be able to work. It was a gateway to other worlds, much like what was often seen in the various sci-fi movies and shows that Hatoshi had watched as a kid. However, the thing was, was that it did end up working. For a half a moment, not even this blond kid was able to believe that it had worked. But it had. Unfortunately, there were problems in some mathematical calculations...or someone just spilled their coffee on the machine, either way, the gateway short circuited and they disappeared from earth. They were on another world. How was this known to him? Simple – he’d been transferred from the nice, comfortable lab in Tokyo, Japan to a, for all practical purposes, deserted island. It was amazing. Hatoshi was absolutely enthralled.
For a while, no other life forms were seen...then they met the Omashi tribe – the group of creatures who inhabited the island. Through these creatures, Hatoshi tasted his first sip of power. Through these creatures, they were able to build a new lab on the island. Slowly but surely, his sanity began to decay. More gateways were built. More people appeared, presumably from other worlds. Soon enough, experiments were being conducted on these said people. Hatoshi was growing to enjoy the pain and suffering of others.
Alongside this loss of sanity, Hatoshi was gaining something as well – something that, only in his wildest dreams could he have ever believed he could gain. He was gaining the ability to control shadows. Whenever he was angry, sad, happy, anything shadows seemed to shift. After some practice, he was able to manipulate these quite well. However, there was an unfortunate drawback with the shadows. They drained him of his energy. Once he over-used them. He was out for two days straight. Since gaining this ability, it has left him in a nigh constant state of lethargy, though unless one knew him well, it was difficult to tell this.
As more and more people were being transported to their island, more and more of Hatoshi’s sanity was slipping away. Greater portions were stripped away, the more the people came. Four years have since passed since the transport to the alien island. For all practical purposes, this one is insane. However, somehow, some way, he was able to hold onto at least enough of his former self to be able to wear a “mask” towards anyone who approaches him.
Personality: After being stuck on the island for four years, it is no surprise that Hatoshi’s personality will have undergone some changes since his time on earth. Probably the main thing about this young scientist that has changed is his grip on his sanity. Ever since the Omashi gave he and his comrades their technology, and ever since he had but a mere taste of that power, something inside him changed...or snapped. This change grew to be immense enough that it began to warp his mind and the way he saw the world. People began to be considered as nothing more than animals used for experimentation. He grew to enjoy watching their suffering as well as the power surge that he felt each time one of the creatures screamed in agony. Sadism took control of his thoughts, feelings, and actions.
Of course, even with this sadistic layer, there is more to Hatoshi than just that. After all, he has to continue to conduct himself at least civilly enough as to not get thrown in a “Happy Hotel” or whatever mental wards were called.
Unless one catches this lunatic in the lab or on a mission to keep his “pets” from escaping without his say-so, Hatoshi is generally quite bubbly and charming, despite the fact that he’s nigh always lethargic. He’s a flirt, and is quite proud of it. In fact, back on earth, he’d shamelessly flirt with any female who came across his path, and he was good at it. Needless to say, if he were on a date and whatnot, he’d be slapped and dumped then and there. (Even then, his date would likely later succumb once again to his charming smile.)
Unlike at least some of his colleagues, he has the ability to make friends fairly easily. Of course, if one doesn’t know better, this often means being turned into one of his “pets”. Thankfully for him, he’s able to play the brainless, know-nothing-about-the-factory-in-the-center-of-the-island part quite well. Given this, and the fact that he makes sure to stay locked up in his lab until his experiments are complete and totally brainwashed, few know who he really is, and what his true motives are. Well, except for those who the Omashi tell... Then, his darker, truer, more sadistic side shows.
His friendly, outgoing, cheerful frame will drop as soon as someone figures out his motives, or as soon as they enter his part of the laboratory. The gleam in his eyes goes from kind and charming, to dark and full of bloodlust. If someone struggles against him, he will not hesitate to use force. In fact, he often enjoys it when someone struggles against him. It gives him an excuse to inflict pain and suffering. He goes from an angel to, quite literally, a devil, and he’s quite the devil at that. While his words are charming and pleasing when he’s happy and his “white” side is showing, his brains and his (albeit somewhat flawed) logic show through when he’s in “dark” mode.
Weapons/Powers: Hatoshi’s weapon is probably one of the most basic weapons one could use – a katana. Yet, despite his relatively scrawny frame and the sword’s weight, he is able to wield it with some amount of deadly force. Accompanying in skill is his ability to control and manipulate shadows. This often prevents monsters from going too far, should some experiment go wrong and they attempt to escape. Of course, this ability has its drawbacks – if used too much and for too long in one day, he will go into a coma-like state for roughly two days. Due to its energy-draining effects, he tries not to use it and when he does, it’s only for brief spurts of time when he desperately needs to use it. It takes immense amounts of concentration on his part. Even in general, merely having this ability causes him to be pretty constantly lethargic. Naturally, he’d rather use brute force than magic, if it came down to a fight.
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How did you find this forum: Through an ad posted on my D.Gray-Man forum.
Sample RP: Perhaps his subjects were right. Perhaps he truly was insane. But he didn’t care. These experiments were his life. He wasn’t about to give them up. Besides, if he did that, where would it leave him? No, no, his sanity was just a small price to pay in order to do what he loved to do. Besides, he felt perfectly sane. This was normal for him. It was, more likely than not, just an attempt by his subjects to rattle him. But would it work? No. It would not. For all they knew, they were the insane ones. He was perfectly normal. Of course, being experimented on would likely drive anyone a little batty. But it was for the benefit of the world. It was for research. Couldn’t they see that?
Hatoshi made his way out of the tree grove and stepped onto the soft sand of the beach. He wanted to see how his monsters were doing. Perhaps they’d had a couple of fresh kills today? Well, hopefully they’d at least trapped a few unsuspecting souls for him. Kirasaki seemed to be getting antsy as the accursed Omashi tribe “saved” more and more people. Hn. What were they to do with this alien race? They were ruining their work. They were ruining their potential for their experiments! Didn’t they know what they were doing? ...Of course they did. That was why they were doing it. They weren’t stupid. Perhaps they were just doing what they thought was right? It didn’t matter. It was frustrating, to say the least.
A grin spread across the male’s face, just not so far that he was grinning “from ear to ear”. There. A little girl. Obviously she was from a different world. She looked lost and confused. This was perfect. She was the perfect specimen for his and his comrades’ work.
The blonde male relaxed his facial features and took a breath, concentrating on keeping his features as charming and casual as he could. It was essential if he were to capture this young one before one of the Omashi or one of the Omashi-converts got to her. Perhaps he’d actually be entertained for the next week? He’d been beginning to feel bored, and with his boredom he’d been sleeping for longer periods of time than normal. He was lethargic and he knew it, but it was getting to be somewhat annoying. Well, that was something he could think about later. After making sure that the shadows were at his command, in case he had to capture this one, he called out to her in his most caring voice. “Hey, miss! Are you okay? You look scared.” The look he received was a relatively positive one. Good. This would be easy...
Password: Pina Colada
Character's name: Second Assistant Lezard Hatoshi
What anime are you from: He's from Angel's Feather. Don't know his name. |D
Age: 24
Sex: Male
History: Ever since he had been a little kid, Lezard Hatoshi had been absolutely fascinated by science. More specifically, he’d been fascinated by astronomy and biology. Accompanying this fascination of the sciences, was a fascination with the possibility of other worlds, other dimensions, and aliens that never left him – never, even throughout his high school and college years.
More often than not, Hatoshi would find himself being scolded by his parents and his teachers alike for constantly daydreaming about the possibility of other worlds and other creatures, both like and unlike the human race. None of their words ever seemed to get through to the boy, however. No matter how much he was chided or scolded, any attempts to get his head out of the clouds only caused a reverse effect. Their attempts to drag him back to reality merely made him even more intent on doing what he pleased.
All throughout his childhood and on into his junior high years, reality was the dream for this kid. What was really real was that which he read or saw in sci-fi or what he imagined. It was when he took his first hard-core science class that he realized what exactly it was that he wanted to do. Granted he’d always been enthralled with the sciences, but never like this. It may have had something to do with his teacher, he’d never totally figured that out, nor had he even bothered to figure that out. Science was science. His passion was his passion. It didn’t matter where it came from, it only mattered that it was there.
Finally, after years of constant nagging, Hatoshi was able to get his head out of the clouds enough to do extraordinarily well in school. He’d always been a bright kid. His parents and teachers had always agreed on that, but his grades were barely passing, unless he wished them to be otherwise. Now, with a renewed sense of motivation, he strived to do the best that he could in the maths and the sciences. Literature and art...well, he worked at those enough that he’d be able to get into a good university. But they had naught to do with what he wanted to do with his life. So what if his grammar was deplorable? At least he would be able to do what he wanted. His parents were more than happy to support him. It was enough for them that he was finally focusing.
During his junior high years, Hatoshi found something else that he loved – swords. Given the region in which he lived, there were plenty of schools for him to train at. It was something that gave him pleasure that was non-academic. He loved it. Eventually, he was able to convince his parents to buy him a real sword – later on, he took it everywhere he went.
Hatoshi excelled in the left-brain subjects, and did well enough on his exams to make it into a good high school, then into a good college. While studying at the university, he worked as an intern at a lab. What intrigued him about this lab was that it dealt with exactly what he’d always loved about life, the universe, and everything. It was a research lab, looking into the possibility of other worlds, other life forms. If this were a dream, he didn’t want to wake up. Ever. It was also here that he met the people with whom he would be spending the next several years.
The project that the lab had been working on was one that few would ever believe would be able to work. It was a gateway to other worlds, much like what was often seen in the various sci-fi movies and shows that Hatoshi had watched as a kid. However, the thing was, was that it did end up working. For a half a moment, not even this blond kid was able to believe that it had worked. But it had. Unfortunately, there were problems in some mathematical calculations...or someone just spilled their coffee on the machine, either way, the gateway short circuited and they disappeared from earth. They were on another world. How was this known to him? Simple – he’d been transferred from the nice, comfortable lab in Tokyo, Japan to a, for all practical purposes, deserted island. It was amazing. Hatoshi was absolutely enthralled.
For a while, no other life forms were seen...then they met the Omashi tribe – the group of creatures who inhabited the island. Through these creatures, Hatoshi tasted his first sip of power. Through these creatures, they were able to build a new lab on the island. Slowly but surely, his sanity began to decay. More gateways were built. More people appeared, presumably from other worlds. Soon enough, experiments were being conducted on these said people. Hatoshi was growing to enjoy the pain and suffering of others.
Alongside this loss of sanity, Hatoshi was gaining something as well – something that, only in his wildest dreams could he have ever believed he could gain. He was gaining the ability to control shadows. Whenever he was angry, sad, happy, anything shadows seemed to shift. After some practice, he was able to manipulate these quite well. However, there was an unfortunate drawback with the shadows. They drained him of his energy. Once he over-used them. He was out for two days straight. Since gaining this ability, it has left him in a nigh constant state of lethargy, though unless one knew him well, it was difficult to tell this.
As more and more people were being transported to their island, more and more of Hatoshi’s sanity was slipping away. Greater portions were stripped away, the more the people came. Four years have since passed since the transport to the alien island. For all practical purposes, this one is insane. However, somehow, some way, he was able to hold onto at least enough of his former self to be able to wear a “mask” towards anyone who approaches him.
Personality: After being stuck on the island for four years, it is no surprise that Hatoshi’s personality will have undergone some changes since his time on earth. Probably the main thing about this young scientist that has changed is his grip on his sanity. Ever since the Omashi gave he and his comrades their technology, and ever since he had but a mere taste of that power, something inside him changed...or snapped. This change grew to be immense enough that it began to warp his mind and the way he saw the world. People began to be considered as nothing more than animals used for experimentation. He grew to enjoy watching their suffering as well as the power surge that he felt each time one of the creatures screamed in agony. Sadism took control of his thoughts, feelings, and actions.
Of course, even with this sadistic layer, there is more to Hatoshi than just that. After all, he has to continue to conduct himself at least civilly enough as to not get thrown in a “Happy Hotel” or whatever mental wards were called.
Unless one catches this lunatic in the lab or on a mission to keep his “pets” from escaping without his say-so, Hatoshi is generally quite bubbly and charming, despite the fact that he’s nigh always lethargic. He’s a flirt, and is quite proud of it. In fact, back on earth, he’d shamelessly flirt with any female who came across his path, and he was good at it. Needless to say, if he were on a date and whatnot, he’d be slapped and dumped then and there. (Even then, his date would likely later succumb once again to his charming smile.)
Unlike at least some of his colleagues, he has the ability to make friends fairly easily. Of course, if one doesn’t know better, this often means being turned into one of his “pets”. Thankfully for him, he’s able to play the brainless, know-nothing-about-the-factory-in-the-center-of-the-island part quite well. Given this, and the fact that he makes sure to stay locked up in his lab until his experiments are complete and totally brainwashed, few know who he really is, and what his true motives are. Well, except for those who the Omashi tell... Then, his darker, truer, more sadistic side shows.
His friendly, outgoing, cheerful frame will drop as soon as someone figures out his motives, or as soon as they enter his part of the laboratory. The gleam in his eyes goes from kind and charming, to dark and full of bloodlust. If someone struggles against him, he will not hesitate to use force. In fact, he often enjoys it when someone struggles against him. It gives him an excuse to inflict pain and suffering. He goes from an angel to, quite literally, a devil, and he’s quite the devil at that. While his words are charming and pleasing when he’s happy and his “white” side is showing, his brains and his (albeit somewhat flawed) logic show through when he’s in “dark” mode.
Weapons/Powers: Hatoshi’s weapon is probably one of the most basic weapons one could use – a katana. Yet, despite his relatively scrawny frame and the sword’s weight, he is able to wield it with some amount of deadly force. Accompanying in skill is his ability to control and manipulate shadows. This often prevents monsters from going too far, should some experiment go wrong and they attempt to escape. Of course, this ability has its drawbacks – if used too much and for too long in one day, he will go into a coma-like state for roughly two days. Due to its energy-draining effects, he tries not to use it and when he does, it’s only for brief spurts of time when he desperately needs to use it. It takes immense amounts of concentration on his part. Even in general, merely having this ability causes him to be pretty constantly lethargic. Naturally, he’d rather use brute force than magic, if it came down to a fight.
Likes:
- Cookies (fairly good bribery tool unless you’re an enemy or an experiment)
- sweets in general
- sleeping, conducting his experiments
- when things go smoothly
- not having to clean up after someone else
- being able to see (he’s pretty much blind without his glasses or contacts)
- seeing his experiments suffer (but not so much that they’re damaged; it means that things are working properly)
- success, cats (he has one~)
- being comfortable
- hanging upside down from trees (often falls asleep in this position)
Dislikes:
- Being constantly lethargic
- anything bitter or too sour
- things going wrong
- having to clean up someone else’s mess
- losing his glasses
- being in pain
- being woken from a nap
- being forced to wear a tux (being uncomfortable in general, for that matter)
How did you find this forum: Through an ad posted on my D.Gray-Man forum.
Sample RP: Perhaps his subjects were right. Perhaps he truly was insane. But he didn’t care. These experiments were his life. He wasn’t about to give them up. Besides, if he did that, where would it leave him? No, no, his sanity was just a small price to pay in order to do what he loved to do. Besides, he felt perfectly sane. This was normal for him. It was, more likely than not, just an attempt by his subjects to rattle him. But would it work? No. It would not. For all they knew, they were the insane ones. He was perfectly normal. Of course, being experimented on would likely drive anyone a little batty. But it was for the benefit of the world. It was for research. Couldn’t they see that?
Hatoshi made his way out of the tree grove and stepped onto the soft sand of the beach. He wanted to see how his monsters were doing. Perhaps they’d had a couple of fresh kills today? Well, hopefully they’d at least trapped a few unsuspecting souls for him. Kirasaki seemed to be getting antsy as the accursed Omashi tribe “saved” more and more people. Hn. What were they to do with this alien race? They were ruining their work. They were ruining their potential for their experiments! Didn’t they know what they were doing? ...Of course they did. That was why they were doing it. They weren’t stupid. Perhaps they were just doing what they thought was right? It didn’t matter. It was frustrating, to say the least.
A grin spread across the male’s face, just not so far that he was grinning “from ear to ear”. There. A little girl. Obviously she was from a different world. She looked lost and confused. This was perfect. She was the perfect specimen for his and his comrades’ work.
The blonde male relaxed his facial features and took a breath, concentrating on keeping his features as charming and casual as he could. It was essential if he were to capture this young one before one of the Omashi or one of the Omashi-converts got to her. Perhaps he’d actually be entertained for the next week? He’d been beginning to feel bored, and with his boredom he’d been sleeping for longer periods of time than normal. He was lethargic and he knew it, but it was getting to be somewhat annoying. Well, that was something he could think about later. After making sure that the shadows were at his command, in case he had to capture this one, he called out to her in his most caring voice. “Hey, miss! Are you okay? You look scared.” The look he received was a relatively positive one. Good. This would be easy...
Password: Pina Colada
