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| [NEKO] Suenagaku Shin (12.20.10); Level A | Teacher | |
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| Suenagaku Shin | Dec 20 2010, 11:08 PM Post #1 |
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OOC Info: Name/Alias: Daddy Longlegs Gender: Contact Information: PM Other Characters: What does Daddy like for elevenses?: Daddy loves lemonade and crumpets for elevenses. IC Description: Name: Suenagaku Shin Alias/Nickname: Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Neko Level: Level A Pureblood Status: Teacher of English Literature Appearance: Gleaming, glossy fur, free of any burrs or stray branches, moves silently through the trees. Two yellow and blue lamps bob in and out of your line of vision. The only thought going through your head is one of curiosity; you have heard tales of…. large animals that Mr. Suenagaku keeps in his manor woods. When your friends heard that you had been invited, they told you over and over to be careful not to be eaten by a tiger, or a lion, or whatever that eccentric man keeps in his house. Tales of a nameless fear. It seems that the entire woods are silent, waiting, holding its breath in preparation for the appearance of a predator. You strain your ears and are rewarded with the faint padding of large paws on the ground. Only a small crack warns you of the large animal that leaps from the trees before you onto the well-manicured grass of the Suenagaku Manor. You, obviously, are frightened out of your wits. The animal lands gracefully on all fours, the powerful muscles shifting under its coat as its claws retract. It looks around for a moment, then whips its head back to fix you with an unblinking gaze. When you were invited for a dinner party with the famous Suenagaku family, you never even dreamed that your life may end in the backyard of a stranger's house, mauled by a large cat. You somehow can't look away. There is something intelligent in those eyes. How could this be? An animal, intelligent? This is all starting to frighten you very much, if it hasn't already. As if the animal senses your fear, its powerful and sinuous body move toward you, a low rumble in it's throat. You are frozen to the spot, unable to move, even when the animal opens its large jaws to reveal a sharp set of canines, ready to crunch through your skull.... Surprisingly, a deep chuckle sounds from the throat of the animal, surprisingly human in its expression. You are left staring into the maw of the cat, The animal steps back and, in the glow of the chandeliers in the banquet hall behind you, morphs into a tall man, easily 6 feet. The man's eyes are a strange combination of a yellow feline's slit pupil and a beautifully feminine blue eye. The straight nose does not seem very Asian; in fact, his entire demeanor screams British aristocrat. He is clad in a trim suit, the dark blue satin of his vest faintly reflecting the light of a banquet hall. There is… a ribbon at his neck instead of the usual tie. This man seems like quite a flamboyant person. No one wears ruffles or anything of that sort nowadays. It's all about who has the skinniest tie. Why doesn't he care about the latest fashion? He is dressed like he is straight from the Victorian Era. Somehow, this bothers you very much, and you frown, ever so slightly. His slim build is quite reminiscent of the lithe and powerful animal you saw earlier. A white-gloved hand goes up to snatch the top hat, adorned with mysterious blue roses, off his head, and you see...black, furry ears nestled in the thicket of black-blue hair, the exact color of the fur coat of the cat before. He sweeps you a bow, quite stunning in all his 6 feet of silken glory. "A pleasure to meet you." he almost purrs, a light baritone-tenor. You muse that he must be an excellent singer before you, likewise , pay him your respects. Who is this man? You are almost too curious for your own good. "Did you think I was a cat?' he chuckles, the same deep chuckle that sounds so familiar, as a long tail snaps beside him. Is he agitated or amused? Personality: You are genuinely surprised; you really thought he was an overlarge cat. Your mouth opens to respond, but no words come out. The man leans forward, waiting for your response, piercing your soul with those unnerving eyes, wickedly dancing in amusement. "I am," he begins, speaking slowly as if he is intonating every word carefully, to make sure there is no distractions, "a black panther. Panthera pardus orientalis." He smiles at you, his eyes crinkling to half-moons, such a charming expression that you have never seen before on a male. Meanwhile, you are debating on whether or not to tell him that you don't know what the species exactly is. Is he a jaguar? A leopard? A tiger? Funny, it strikes you, that you are not even screaming or doing anything of that sort. "Oh, I guess I am a cat. They call me the Cheshire Cat." He smiles widely, almost too widely for appearances, revealing a set of unusually sharp teeth. They glint in the moonlight, bright against the black backdrop. It sends a shiver down your spine. Normally, you would be very, very shocked at the idea that humans can morph into animals. Maybe it was that wine Mr. Suenagaku made you try. You had more than just a glass or two. You stumble a little, and immediately, long arms shoot out to steady you, but go flying back once you are balanced, as if they have been scalded. "You know," the man muses, a dramatically distressed expression on his face-even that looks charming on him, something very whimsical-as he raises a gloved finger to his lips, "I always wondered at why humans have such a low tolerance to alcohol. I have a lot of drinking buddies here when I come to Great Britain to help my father, and yet, they all get intoxicated before me." You wonder why he is telling you this. Is he implying something? You open your mouth to respond-"Yes! That's exactly what I mean!" he yells at you, causing you to jump in the air. Oh dear, you even have goosebumps. This man is so strange, and you find it hard to keep up with his stream of thought. It jumps around, just like a distracted cat's. "Would you like to be my drinking buddy?" he asks, eyes gleaming again. It's strangely hypnotizing, and you find yourself saying yes to him. A smile stretches across his features, very slowly, a sly one, that eventually opens up to reveal sharp teeth. "Yay! You are my new best friend now!" he pompously declares to the empty courtyard, and threads an arm through yours, although he has to stoop a bit to get it done. You smile at his gesture of friendship; he seems to be so gentlemanly and of superior breeding, even better than your own, that you are planning to keep ahold of this guy's friendship, especially if he is the son of the tycoon Mr. Suenagaku. He tows you away back to civilization, where countless people in fancy clothes are milling about, glasses of champagne in their hands, dancing, making fancy talk, and being vulgar. You are so dazzled by the fine scenery-it seems like it has been ages since you were last in this ballroom, when in fact, your encounter with this man has only taken a few minutes-that you do not notice the man smirking at the back of your head. You are a power-player in the English Parliament. You have just been nabbed by the 'black panther.' Other Information: IC Background: Biography: As you sit down with everyone else for the banquet, you notice that the young man is sitting by the head of the table, right alongside the Mr. Suenagaku and the Lady Cecile. So he wasn't lying, was he? The lavish banquet starts, and the murmur of conversation begins, filling in the void between the gentle clink of glasses with an incessant buzz. Somewhat pleasant, but you are not occupied right now. You do not know why you are seated with a group of foreign-looking men; although they are still in suits, as elegant as anyone else in the room, they seem to exude a certain… untamed wildness. Just like that young man who is sitting by the head of the table. "Excuse me," you venture tentatively, "who is that young man sitting by Mr. Suenagaku?" You are determined to find out who he is, and whether he really is worth the trouble you are planning to go through. The male sitting next to you-he seems to be from Ireland, or that region, with his fiery redhead and the streamlined facial features-looks at you for a long moment, seems to notice something, and then smiles. 'Much like a sly fox,' you think to yourself. "You are speaking of Mr. Suenagaku Shin, the future Duke Rainsworth?" he replies. You are surprised. The young man is the son of the beautiful Lady Cecile? No wonder he is so alluring; Lady Cecile is widely renowned for her positively divine beauty. She is lauded as the perfect example of the European belle, a combination of the French coyness and the English demurity. This young man must have inherited only the French side of his mother. He does have the green eyes of his mother. "How are you acquainted with Mr. Shin, sir?" you ask. You cannot help it. You are just so curious to learn more. He just sucks you in like a vortex. The redhead laughs-with you, or at you?-and smiles once more. He really seems to be a happy person. "I attended Oxford University with Shin. We were both in the Thespian Club." Thespian Club? That must explain his aura of celebrity! The Thespian Club is famous-and notorious-for producing highly talented actors. "Shin's favorite production was Alice in Wonderland. See his top hat? He always puts flowers on it. He certainly knows how to dress, that kid." Yes, you did notice the roses on the hat. They were very flamboyant, and you wondered if you looked underdressed next to his elegant explosion of ruffles and ribbons. No other male would be able to pull that off and still look as masculine as he did. "Before we attended Oxford together… we did quite our fair share of traveling-he especially enjoyed China. He said it was easier to walk around unnoticed in China." Now you are confused. Wouldn't anyone be unnoticed if they were in a foreign country? "Ah, and he still keeps his feet in that black market business… the 'black panther' indeed. His nickname is the 'Cheshire Cat.' Shin has a baby face. Everyone in that market is scared of him." Why? You are even more confused. Riddles upon riddles, this is. The black market? The black panther? The Cheshire Cat?! The future Duke Rainsworth? How preposterous! Only in the olden days did nobles engage in illegal smuggling and be lauded for it in civilized society. Surely this is not true! You open your mouth to protest, and at that instant, Shin turns his head to glance at your table, sending you a brief but cold gaze. You shiver. You felt… deadly nonchalance in that look. Family and Other Important People: Even in that brief moment of shock, you still manage to notice the perfect couple that Shin's parents make. The shipping tycoon Suenagaku and the famous Lady Cecile, Duchess Rainsworth Mr. Suenagaku Keichi is famous in the United Kingdoms for snagging the most eligible bachelorette in the kingdom. The shipping tycoon of the world, he controls about 70% of ocean trade, effectively giving him control over most of the countries in the world. With a private navy, Mr. Suenagaku is a state unto himself, and his massive company the dictatorship that he rules. A rather tall man, unusual for someone of Japanese heritage, Mr. Suenagaku looks rather like a hybrid of the East and West, although he has continuously told you that he is 100% East Asian. Oh, he may be Korean and Chinese somewhere along the line, but he certainly is Asian, the last time he checked. He does have an intimidating presence, quite unlike Mr. Shin that you met earlier tonight. More formal and dignified, perhaps it comes from the fact that he is being considered for a dukedom in the United Kingdoms, in addition to the Dukedom possessed by Duchess Rainsworth, one of the largest peerages in the land. Duchess Cecile Rainsworth. The name sends a sigh to the back of your throat as your eyes glaze over. She was, and still is, celebrated as the most beautiful woman in the kingdom, even more beautiful than Her Majesty in her prime. A golden-haired angel, with the quiet steel characteristic of the Rainsworth family-the reason that the Rainsworth family is one of the four great peerages in the land, respected by all. She seems like a candy-coated young woman-yes, she is nearing her mid-thirties now but she still looks at the prime of her youth…. Wait, mid-thirties? But Mr. Shin has already graduated university! Does that mean… she was married to Mr. Suenagaku at an early age? Oh, whatever this means, you should stop thinking about it. So scandalous, if this observation were to get out. She is rather a tiny woman, and wears her power like a cloak around her person. Even right now, sitting at the head table, dressed in an elaborate gown of deep sapphire blue, smiling lovingly at her son, she looks like a formidable force. Oh, yes. You do remember that Mr. Shin must have a younger brother; you recall reading their bio files in the governmental records before heading over here, just to make sure you didn't make a blunder in front of one of the richest men in the world. Jun, was it? Suenagaku Jun. You look around briefly, scanning the crowd for a young boy. He should be noticeable right away, since most of the people at the party are young adults or older… No. The younger Suenagaku child is not here. Ah! He is attending a boarding school in the United States right now. Mr. Shin often goes to visit his younger brother, you have read. Mr. Shin has the greatest affection for his younger brother. Powers, Abilities and Notable Skills: "So.. Mr. Shin is a leopard. Sir, did you know?" You ask the redhead sitting next to you. The conversation at the table ceases as all the men gaze at you with unreadable expressions. You squirm in your seat, quite uncomfortable in their unblinking gazes. How could they do that for so long? Especially that guy at the far left.. He looks positively like a merman with those long, damp-looking locks of nearly blue hair. You wonder if he dyed it. Fashion-forward people these days, their trends get stranger every day. "Well, I guess we should tell you then. I presume he has already showed you?" Whatever is that supposed to mean? Yes, you have seenthat shocking form of Mr. Shin. Nearly frightened you out of your skin, he did. "Yes, he is a neko." A neko?! You have heard snatches of conversation between the senior members of Parliament from time to time, talking of alien races that inhabit the earth alongside humans. You had come across the draft for a public announcement about the existence of alien races.. "He is a leopard. A black panther. Because he is a neko, he can speak with all animals. He can see in the dark very well. He has enhanced sense of hearing and smelling. He can move with unnatural grace. He has increased strength. He can snap your neck in an instant." The redhead stops, measuring your reaction. You seem to be okay, except for that slightly accelerated breathing and the slightly dilated pupils. Yes, you are perfectly fine, just INSANELY SHOCKED and SCARED OUT OF YOUR WITS. "Please, do go on." you murmur weakly, and the men all exchange gleeful looks. "He can seem younger than he is at times… like now. He likes to surprise his brother by pretending to be a friend. He likes to look like he's 12." You automatically think 'pedophile'. It seems the fox man knows what you are thinking, for his wicked grin becomes even wider. "Yes! Shin isn't actually 18, you know. He likes looking young for the ladies. I think it's a family thing. It goes with the catsy-ness. Mr. Suenagaku, of course, doesn't use it because the Duchess beats the crap out of him when he does.." "You can catch him in an iron cage if you wanted. Shoot a tranquilizer gun at him. Display him in a zoo. How about it?" Is that supposed to be funny? You are sure that some of these wicked boys must be nekos as well, just waiting for you to slip up so that they can go report to Mr. Shin. "Never, never in the world!" You protest with such vehemence that it sets some of them aback. "We were just joking… he's a pureblood. Human weapons can't get him. He's much too fast for that. Leopards are pretty fast, aren't they?" Items of Note: You don't really want to answer that question right now. Nekos are a politically charged topic right now, and in the company of men whom you suspect to be nekos, you don't want to say the wrong thing and get dragged off into those shady woods. No, you've had enough of that experience. A ring of the head butler's bell saves you from that dilemma. The dinner has ended, and everyone streams out into the newly furnished banquet hall once more. The young men, however, accompany you. It seems they are planning to keep you company the rest of the night. "Here is the man himself!" The redhead yells quite boisterously as Mr. Shin walks toward them, a cane in his hand. Your eyes go to it curiously; it doesn't look like any other cane that you've seen before, rather more like a staff. It seems to be made of a strange wood that looks aged, but changes seamlessly to white gold at the bottom. The top is adorned with a black orb, darker than anything else you have seen before, except perhaps Mr. Shin's hair. Mr. Shin notices you staring at his cane and grins. "Ah, are you interested in my cane? I made it myself while in Scandinavia." He tells you smoothly, stroking the black orb. You look at him with a skeptical eye, unsure if he is joking or not. Mr. Shin laughs, along with the redhead. "Oh, my dear, I was joking! It's from a Chinese corporation gang lord that I killed a couple years ago. He was being very uncouth, and I challenged him to a duel." This seems to be a falsehood as well. "Mr. Shin-" you begin, and he pouts quite charmingly. "Fine." he says rather sullenly. "I bought it last month in Milan." His face is quite serious as he speaks, and you almost believe him. But the twinkle in his eyes and the quizzical eyebrows thereafter cause you to doubt yourself just a bit. Is he speaking the truth? Character Goals: RP Sample: "Oh, Mr. Rainsworth, please, do not tease me." The girl murmurs rather breathily, blushing prettily as the rosy pink paints her pale cheeks. The gloved hand moves to caress one cheek, the smooth silk sliding against the skin sensuously, sending another shiver down the girl's frame. The slim face bends slowly toward the expectant face of the girl's. The black hair slides down, intermingling with the golden threads of the girl's head. Two full lips brush against the small ear, and a light tenor voice whispers, "I cannot help it, Lady Morianne. Your light is just too… tempting." As he slowly turns, his head suddenly snaps rigid, and he straightens. The hat is back on the jet-black head, the hands removed from the lady's sides, as the amber eye glances down impassively at the blushing girl before him. "A truly amusing creature, you are. Too easy." The comments drop like ice, stony and cold, before the girl. She looks at him wide-eyed. "Mr. Rainsworth! Please! Whatever did I do?" Too late, the pleas fall on a closed ear. The tall figure turns and walks away, black shoes clicking on the marble of the manor as he rejoins the banquet, presumably looking for more girls to deflower.. The night is late, and the ladies are dull. None have captured the special, truthful attentions of the infamous Mr. Rainsworth. Or rather… Suenagaku Shin. "Do not fret, my dear. You are the most beautiful of them all.." he murmurs to a hidden entity in the darkness. "Your luminous skin, lithe body, and powerful gestures never cease to amuse me." A deep purr answers the gentleman. A white Siberian tiger reveals herself, named 'Nyx,' quite ironically. She rubs her fearsome head on Shin's outstretched hand, slinking around his legs just as a household cat might. He bends down, about to scratch the tiger behind her ears, but freezes, slowly looking around to a lone figure standing against the lights of the ballroom. "Mother," he sighs wearily. The Duchess Rainsworth pads her way over, green eyes glowing in the darkness. "Had quite enough fun playing around with my niece?" she smiles benignly, hand menacingly, yet daintily, grabbing ahold of his ear. The tiger melts away to reveal a delicate young girl, with silver-blonde hair and blue eyes, just like a porcelain doll. "But aunt," her musical voice protests, "Cousin Shin is quite serious!" Duchess Rainsworth turns slowly to face her niece, upon which the young girl immediately drops her eyes. "Helicie, I will speak with you later." The sweet voice commands, an underlying edge of steel embedded. The meaning is quite hard to miss. The Duchess drags away her son as he calls out to the forlorn young lady, "Helicie! Keep my handkerchief close beside your bosom! I will return for you before the moon finishes its course!" As tragic as the story of Hamlet, as comic as the love of Demetrius and Helena, Shin certainly knows how to make an exit, even when his mother is about to inflict some serious punishment, still dressed in her rose ball gown. |
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