Tacey Fuwa

[tace]

TACEY 'Maushiro' Fuwa

" It is never a bad idea until life time sentences enter the equation "

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ALIAS Sakura Bomber

AGE 15

GENDER Male

SEXUALITY Bisexual

ETHNIC Japanese

FACTION N/A

POSITION Terrorist Bomber/Student Council Vice President

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PERSONALITY
He nearly always has an unamused grimace on his face, acting as if he doesn't find anything hilarious. In reality, he does have a sense of humor. He just hides it from most students. Whether it's calling out at random, or playing with his blond hair, only the student council see's this side of his. The inside of his mind is bent at an odd angle. It leaves him feeling almost as if the world isn't real, but he knows it is. He just finds it hard to remember things or take them seriously.

When confronted about death or serious life issues, he will begin to tremble. While he is usually cocky and confident, his mental shield is easily broken. If you know the right words to use. Breaking his mental protection is equivalent to landing a critical hit. Under stressful situations Tacey shuts down completely. The boy freaks out easily and is clumsy beyond belief. His mother raised him to be honest, and he is. To a fault, since he at times says things that would be better off not said.

Despite his high intelligence, he knows very little about others personalities or how to deal with other people. Tears make him speechless and uncomfortable, making him feel rather stupid. Despite this, he is a rather good actor. Being able to fake emotions on a whim.

ADORES

• Chocolate Bunnies
  
• Dead Flowers
  
• Cute little Graves
  

ABHORS

• White Chocolate
  
• Bright Sunlight
  
• Completely Dark Rooms
  

SKILLED

• Despite his rather odd appearance and lazy speech style, he has the ability to notice small details from buildings. These details help him create maps of the insides of the building, each map different. The maps have probabilities of being the accurate floor plans.
  
• He has knowledge of simple yet effective bombs that cannot be disarmed due to the simple way they explode.
  
• Hiding
  

FEARS

• Dark Rooms
  
• Vast Ammounts of Water
  
• Spiders
  

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RELATIVES Hiroshi Fuwa(Mother)/Jean Basil(Father)

HISTORY
A small boy born in a small eleven town, the name won't be said, because it isn't important either. Still, the town was where the boy was born. The boy soon left though, his mother had left his father, and wanted to leave. They moved to a great big city, there the boy was raised in a rather lovely Apartment. It wasn't anything bad or anything, it was in a perfectly good neighborhood to. The only thing odd about it was the neighbor who always smiled, but that never led up to anything... Well.. Except when the boy's mother killed herself. The smiling neighbor had done things to her, not that anyone would ever find that out, no one knew. Not even the boy.

So the boy was sent to a city home, put in a foster home, and treated like a retard because his mother decided to off herself . Why did they treat him as someone to be pitied? Did he kill himself? No. His mother did. It was while at the foster home a man with pure blond hair came to claim him as his son. There was a strong resemblance. The boy hadn't looked anything like his mother, but seemed to be a clone of the man. It was then explained the woman had been the mans house maid. There had been the issue of a love affair with her, and this child was the result. The boy thought about this and instantly accused the Britanian man of kicking the mother out of the house. He refused to take his last name, or even the fact that he was half Britanian. He did however move into the mans home in the Tokyo Settlement, one there is was shown that the man was a powerful Britanian who owned a large power company.

To his delight, the man seemed seemed to trust him completely, wanting to make up for the years he ignored his mother. He even let him use his credit card to purchase items from online stores. He had just wanted to make up for his past mistakes. He was enrolled into the Ashford Academy and began experimenting on 'Art'. The first area he chose to test his 'Art' at was an area that the school was having a field trip at. The boy silently slipped away to use the restroom, and set up the explosive. Ten minutes later, the room were the board meetings for the energy company had a large hole in it and the room was covered with dust.

» WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU

NAME Tace

RP-HISTORY Five years

SAMPLE
Taken from ' NEVER AFTER ' Where I role-play a prostitutes assistant name Nokoh.

Jan 23, 2010 17:32:27 GMT -5 @shiro said:

He hated coming into the other Provinces of Saguenay.. It always left him feeling dirty. It was obvious he was not of the same pedigree of those who enjoyed the light and warmth of the Kingdom of Riches. Especially on the gold painted streets of La Route D'or. Even if he had been told once that his hair matched the streets, he didn't like the place. The people around him all held shopping bags and wore clothing that spoke of much greater riches than any Nokoh knew. It was just another bittersweet reminder of his low position in life.

That, and he utterly hated crowds with a passion.

Every time a person bumped into him, he would walk on. However, a great shiver would take over him. It would make him sick to the stomach. He hated it. But, he had no real choice. Nokoh had the lovely position of being the Assistant to the.. ladies in the club. He had to go fetch things for them. Including those stupid candies they all adored. The owner of the club would never take no for an answer; so here Nokoh was.. Braving the crowded streets of the horrifying city for a few bonbons he would never eat.

Utterly Positively Lovely.

It was like a poison in his mouth, he had been oh so close to saying 'No'. The forbidden word. Ever since he was young he hated that word, he could never say it at the right time. Not only was the city packed, but it held so many questions that required 'Yes' or 'No'. 'Would you like to try this?' half the stand owners would ask, ' Want to buy this? ' the other half would ask. He took to wearing large ear muffs in the streets. People stared, but left him alone. Not that it mattered, he couldn't hear the mockery through the muffs.

Nokoh stopped in front of a candy store, it was the place he had been sent to. He was suppose to come get the candies at this spot. However, he didn't like it. He had been going to another store that was closer to the club before today, but a customer gave the girls some candies from here.. And now they would only eat the ones from this shop. So of course the blond little 'girl' that helped them out was sent to the dreaded streets to buy them. They even made him pay for it with his own money! They always did this.. They called it the reason he didn't pay board but still got a small pay.

Biting his lip, he stepped into the store. He felt so out of place. This was the type of place he imagined princes and princesses visiting in their petticoats and overcoats. Not a street boy drowning in layers of hand me downs. Even if his face was lovely. As he stepped into the store, he stopped. The man behind the counter.. He was rather odd. If Nokoh hadn't known better he might even mistake him for a 'misses'. But he was use to being mistaken for a woman, so could tell a man from a woman almost instantly. No matter if they had long hair like himself. He bit his lip and walked up to the man.

'' U..uh... Some girls.. asked me to buy some.. Candies.. They didn't tell me the names.. '' he began, feeling utterly stupid. '' T-They said it tasted like coconuts or something... from the region.. ''

NOTES I like cheese

[Sakura Shizuka]

;; oo Bomber Student, eh? Nice~

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EXP Granted: 3000
Rank: Terrorist/Student Vice-President