Occupation: Aidoru ♥♥♥
Short Description: Thin but tall, rather effeminate man.
Misc: Kazuki Wakahisa has been on quite the journey -- struggling singer, Sound Force member, part-time Anti-UN terrorist, and now it's come full circle back to civilian. That journey taught him just how unpleasant life could be, and gave him what he would call a "healthy paranoia" of trusting others with his heart. Though scarred by the betrayal that ended his time with the AUN, he managed to keep himself reasonably sane along the way. Now he's just trying to get by as well as he can, bubble of youthful energy and vigor thoroughly burst by a tragedy of errors that would read like a bad soap opera plot if he were to tell the story.
|Age: 26||Birthdate: March 3|
|Height: 6'2"||Weight: 149lb|
Pale, slim, and delicate of features. It might even be hard to tell at first what gender this person is at a single glance. But a second look at the face will reveal a squareness that one doesn't often see in a woman, and thinner lips than a woman's. Still, though...it's a safe bet he gets a lot of teasing over it.
He has auburn hair that's been cut short in the back, but he's kept his bangs long around his face. These "tails" of hair reach to about his chest.
His face is delicate and feminine-looking, but there's enough masculinity there to at least tell he's male with not too much trouble unless one isn't paying attention. His eyes are a lavender color, and seem somewhat narrowed. In fact, his features in general seem slim and angular, his fingers slightly too long, and slightly too thin. But perhaps good for fine detail work.
He's wearing a black, long-sleeved shirt that fits him loosely, a pair of dark blue pants, and a pair of heavy black boots. Pretty simple attire, but its darkness makes him seem even paler. Under normal circumstances he walks in a slouch, his back bent and his hands in his pockets. There will, of course, be situatons where that is not possible.
Almost nothing of Kazuki's personality before his life fell apart with the destruction of the AUN remains. He's bitter, jaded, cynical, and broken, with very little good to say about anything. Though to be fair, he doesn't have much bad to say about much either. He's lax and flippant most of the time, and if he has a single f**k to give about propriety, he has hidden it very well. However, it is worth pointing out that his time in Twisted has allowed him to heal a little from the fallout of it all. He's still not the same man he was, but he's not the utterly broken and despairing man he was immediately after the incident.
It's also worth noting that his moping doesn't ever really get out of hand -- for better or worse, he's learned how deeply true is the old adage that when you cry, you cry alone. Though of course that also means that he doesn't talk to people when he has a problem; his time in Sound Force and the betrayal of someone he loved so much taught him to know better than to share his pain with others. If people can see the tender parts of his psyche, they can stab at them, either literally or with words. And he's about done with having people hurt him.
His ability to create a "mask" of sorts over his true face is about the only thing that survives of his original personality. More often than not, he's covering up his real face with one of these "masks" for the crowd, or just for the general populus. He can pretend to be the same happy, chipper, silly fellow that he was before it all happened of course. That's easy -- easier than letting on that he's not like that at all.
Another thing that remains is the fear that a look at the real Kazuki -- the Kazuki underneath all the pretending and flair, the deeply broken and cobbled-together man underneath it all -- would send people running. He once thrived by covering up his true self, and it was only when he let someone in that he was hurt. So he's not about to stop covering up anytime soon.
But overall, his time away from all the reminders of his failures has done him well. He no longer blames himself for being "not good enough" for anyone back home; a goldfish can hardly be blamed if it can't climb up a tree with all the other monkeys, can it? Freeing himself of this guilt has done wonders in gluing together the broken pieces of who he was. Like a broken porcelain doll, no amount of glue is going to hide the cracks, but at least he can hold himself together reasonably well now, and that's all that really matters. Now he just wants to make music and make a few people happy.