Post by hiro junichi yoshida on Sept 10, 2009 0:34:54 GMT 1
Hiro Junichi Yoshida
twenty . barista . romantic but violent
twenty . barista . romantic but violent
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character name - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]hiro junichi yoshida .
character nicknames - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]yoshi .
character age - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]twenty .
character personality - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]outgoing, caring, loud, friendly, funny, creative, romantic, violent, jealous .
character history - - -[/size][/color] [/blockquote] [/blockquote]There was no way Hiro could avoid being part of the Yakuza. He was born into it and grew up around the members and their families. Hiro was born on March 11th to Ayumi and Koji Yoshida and you could say, to the Yakuza as well. He wasn’t a difficult baby but also not an easy baby. Of course he cried when he wanted things, and was happy when he got them. It was really only his mom who looked after him, his dad was barely around but when he was he made sure to spend time with his son. When Hiro was a toddler he was busy, always running around and playing with his cousins and other kids. Since he’s an only child he considered his cousins sort of like siblings since they’ve always been there for him.
Hiro never understood what his dad did for a living until he was 14. That was the one thing that wasn’t a very open topic in his family. He just thought that his dad owned some classy hotel, that’s what his mom told him for years. But Koji decided that he was old enough to know, so he told him. At first Hiro was confused, he’s heard of the Yakuza but never pictured his dad to be a member. He knew his dad as a loving, warm-hearted man who was committed to his family. He was so opposite of what the Yakuza were. As the days went by, he started to piece things together and it all made sense. Hiro wasn’t mad; he was actually a bit excited by the idea that he’s pretty much a shoe in for the gang when he gets older.
Around the age of 16 was when Hiro started to show signs of being violent. He didn’t want to wait until he turned eighteen to get accepted into the Yakuza, so he started his own mini gang but it didn’t last very long. He would often ask his dad what was going on with the gang, but his dad refused to tell him and would get mad if Hiro pushed it. Koji didn’t want to tell his son what was going on because in truth, something very serious was happening with the Yakuza and police. Hiro’s parents managed to keep it away from him so he wouldn’t know but Koji soon told his wife that he was moving them to America while he stayed back in Japan. He bought them an apartment in New York, and that’s where they stayed until Hiro turned 18.
When Hiro turned 18 they moved to Miami, Florida. The weather was a shock to him since he wasn’t used to such heat, but he learned to cope. Phone calls with his dad would turn into fights really fast, whenever he called his dad or his dad called him, Hiro would always ask if he could return to Tokyo and join the Yakuza. You would think that his dad would say yes and be proud of Hiro, but no. His dad wanted him to have a better future and go a different path with his life, which Hiro didn’t agree with. He wanted to be part of the gang that his dad was part of, and when he had kids he hoped that they would choose the same to.
Now, at 20 Hiro works at a coffee shop and still continues the fight with his dad. Ever since he came to America he hasn’t told his friends about his dad and his work, and he doesn’t plan to. He figures that people don’t really need to know about his family . He's been saving up money for a plane ticket to Tokyo, that's how determined he is to get back to his homeland and join his dad in the Yakuza. Even if everyone is against it.
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ooc name: stephtr0n
pb being used: kim hyun joong
years of experience: almost a year
membergroup: citizen
Sung searched for the perfect spot for hours until he finally found it. His cheeks were a bit red from the cold air and his nose was starting to run but he didn’t care. It was starting to snow and the sun was going down, he knew that it wasn’t the best idea to be in Central Park at night but he didn’t care. He wanted to build a snowman. He even brought a carrot for the nose, some blueberries for the eyes, and an old scarf that a homeless person would probably steal later. Sung took out his mitts and put them on, leaving the plastic shopping bag on the ground as he started to roll the snow to form a ball. He smiled a bit as he remembered building snowmen with his dad back in South Korea. Those were definitely happy times, times when he didn’t have to worry about anything but being a kid. Nowadays he builds snowmen by himself; it’s like therapy for him when he gets sad. Just like how surfing was therapy for him when he lived in Hawaii. He sometimes gets friends to build snowmen with him, but he prefers to be alone when he builds them. It’s peaceful and he can think better and not worry about other people.
He stood up and sniffled after rolling the last and biggest ball, the base of the snowman. It was getting colder by the minute and he started to think that he should just give up, but he didn’t. He lifted the medium sized ball onto the bigger one, and then put the head on. He searched for his bag and noticed that it was under some snow that was when he noticed how the light snowfall had turned into a harder snowfall. He put the carrot nose and blueberry eyes on, wrapping the scarf around twice. He took a few steps back to examine his work and sighed, “No arms and no mouth. What a pathetic excuse for a snowman.” Sung put the plastic bag on the snowman’s head and left, hurrying back home.
When he got home he shook off the snow that gathered on his hair and jacket, giving his grandma a kiss on the cheek, and ignoring his sisters. He missed supper, but he wasn’t feeling hungry so he went up to his room to change into dry clothes and listen to some music. He put on a local punk band that he saw a few times and closed his eyes. If he put Hawaii on his Christmas list would Santa bring it to him? Probably not, he didn’t even believe in Santa anymore. Even though he liked the snow, he missed the sand and the beach and surfing with his friends. Sung started to wonder if he even knew how to surf, maybe he lost it and would have to learn all over again. That would be a bit embarrassing if he ever saw his Hawaii friends again.
He got up to turn the music and lights off; all he wanted to do was sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for him. He turned from side to side trying to get comfortable, eventually laying on his back and then his stomach. He couldn’t get comfortable, he even tried lying on the other side of the bed but it didn’t work. His mind was full of old memories, almost overcrowding with them tonight. He hated it. He wanted his head to be clear so he could sleep, but the memories kept coming at him one after the other. He pushed everything off of his bed and lied there, staring at the ceiling and taking deep breaths. He eventually found himself getting tired and nodding off. He thought about getting his blanket and pillow from the floor, but he felt more comfortable this way. So he let sleep overtake him.
