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Koyama Kei

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a character in “Ghost Rule”, as played by L.Jaigirdar

Description

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Face Claim ♦ Yukine {Noragami}

Dialogue Colour ♦ #9F000F
Thought Colour ♦ #009E8E

[url]「Kanji」Name | Artist[/url]



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+Full Name+
"Kei, with the kanji for firefly."
Koyama Kei || 小山蛍

+Nicknames+
"No."
Kei-kun / Koyama-kun || Elders
Hotaru || People who read the kanji wrong
Firefly || Some foreigners

+Gender+
"I'm a dude, duh."
Male

+Age At Death+
"Dying sucks, did you know that?"
14

+Current Age+
"And yet I haven't aged a day."
16

+Birthday+
"Whoop dee doo! What's the point of celebrating birthdays when I'm already dead?"
August 7th

+Sexual Orientation+
"Well, I know it's none of your business!"
Homosexual

+Reason for Enrolment+
"Another scheme to make me into an aristocrat gone wrong. Except this time it killed me!"
Vandalism, breaking school property.

+Cause of Death+
"It was clearly an assassination so that my parent's don't have to bother with me anymore."
Homicide. He was shot with a gun, the bullet going through a pillow to lessen the noise, with a hole beside where his heart should be.



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+Hair Colour+
"You have eyes, use them."
Blonde

+Eye Colour+
"Are you thick?"
Amber

+Appearance+
"It's not like anybody can see me anyways."
Kei is very short, at a height of 153cm. While he was still alive he had a weight of 40kg. His face is a bit chubby, with baby fat on his cheeks. His body is quite average, not skinny but not fat. One of the bits of his body he's the most insecure about are his small, feminine shoulders, not broad like most men. His skin is ghostly pale nowadays, although when he was alive he was actually rather tan. Kei's striking amber eyes stand out against the almost translucent skin, and in the dark they seem to glow. His blonde hair is short, and constantly ruffled, as he never brushes it. The bullet wound right beside where his heart ought to be is covered by his clothes, although the sight of him without his shirt is quite gruesome -- dried blood around the edges, with deep dents where he was clawing at the wound in pain.

Kei's natural expression is quite grumpy -- furrowed brows, eyes wide open to glare at whoever dare to distract him. The only times he doesn't look like this are mostly when he's taking pictures. His smiles are soft and usually without teeth, unless he's smiling for a picture. Kei tends to blush a lot, the littlest of things bringing heat to his cheeks, and when he's flustered his lips automatically draw themselves into a pout.

Kei's clothing was usually baggy and loose, but comfortable. In warm seasons he mostly wore a jumper, a t-shirt and trousers, while in the colder seasons he'd switch out the jumper for a jacket with faux fur lining. Now he's stuck in the jumper though, and he always has a wool cap on.

+Special Ability+
"Makes me feel like a spy."
He can see through any camera -- security cameras, video cameras, polaroids, you name it. He can also manipulate them to take pictures when he wants them to, so he's very good at gathering blackmail and the like.



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+Personality+
[Temperamental, Bitter, Passionate, Kind]
Kei is known for being a bit of a grumpy-pants among his peers. He has a constant scowl on his face, and he would prefer it if you didn't try to cheer him up, thank you very much, because it's not going to work. He has a short temper, being easily angered at the littlest events. He can be a bit of a bully, being extraordinarily sarcastic and mean, belittling people for the smallest of mistakes. To some people it may seem like anger is the only emotion that he ever feels, that you can never get past his prickly spines, but people who manage to push through the cold front find someone completely different inside.

Kei is very bitter towards everyone and everything. He's bitter that he died, he's bitter that other people get to live on while he's dead, because seeing that the world didn't stop when he died was a rather painful wake-up call that not everything revolved around him. The fact that he'd been a Catholic that believed in the afterlife made becoming a ghost even more terrifying, as his very existence brought god to question. This, also, he resents, as he feels that everything he thought was true in life... Wasn't. Somehow, everything he thought was good and true turns out to be a lie.

Kei has quite a fiery personality. He gets attached to people easily, and is quick to get a crush. He tries to block others out, but once someone gets through his shell he can be rather clingy. He doesn't like showing it, but it soon becomes apparent that he's easily hurt by the actions of others. He's very passionate about the things he likes, and has very strong opinions. Sometimes he can be blind to reason and be biased towards things he doesn't agree with, causing a fair few heated arguments. When angry, he tends to act out physically, be it punching someone in the face or breaking their property behind their backs. He tends to take big risks for big rewards.

Despite Kei's angry front, he's surprisingly selfless, and has a weakness for animals. He has a very high empathy levels and his heart breaks to see somebody in pain. He shows his concern for others in his own grumpy way, and usually it gets through to them in one way or another. He cries easily at sad films, especially any movie where the dog dies (he still hasn't seen Marley & Me because he's afraid he's just going to cry for hours).


So begins...

Koyama Kei's Story

Setting

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Character Portrait: Hitomi Yuuki Character Portrait: Michi Akiyama Character Portrait: Inoue Chiyo Character Portrait: Haruto Itsuna Character Portrait: Astraeus Black Character Portrait: Koyama Kei
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A crowd of new students are gathered in the main building of the boarding school called Castle Academy. Regardless of their reasons for being here—be it their parents sent them here to this school for superficial reasons, or if maybe they actually cared, one thing is for sure—every single one of them has done something worthy of being sent here. Some students have parents with them, wishing them well and sending them off. Others have no parents present. A faculty member stands in front of the crowd, explaining the rules of the school (curfew is 8 on school days, lights out at 9, no sneaking out in a blizzard, no running in the halls, etc etc) to the presumed rowdy delinquents. The students will step up one by one afterwards to one of many tables set up in the citadel to gather their information—class schedules, room assignments, roommates, things like that. After they've gathered these, they'll be off to their own devices before lights out in nine hours.

The school is peaceful in some regards, but the spirits are stirring. Somewhere in the castle, they are speaking . . .




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Nova stares at the piece of paper in his hand, surveying it from top to bottom, once more, then twice again. Lights out at nine...? Jeez... that's so damn early. What are we, kindergarteners? He rubs the his shoulder, through the knitted fabric of his sweater with sleeves too long, and looks around sheepishly. One wouldn't be able to tell that this is the young man who was kicked out of three schools for being a smart-ass (though, the kid looks like a NEET, so let's face it—everyone could tell he probably never showed up to class.) just by looking at him. The raven pushes up his glasses and sinks his head slightly into his sweater. There's got to be some kinda mistake. I mean, I'm not really a delinquent or anything! Nothing like these guys... I don't commit crimes or... or you know, anything! I just mouthed off to some teachers, and my shitty parents sent me here for it. Somewhere near him, he hears two students he presumes to be old residents of this lousy school say something about how the "ghosts" must be "angry", and at this, Nova shivers. Ghosts...? He can't deal with those.

Nova groans and flops onto a big, comfortable chair miserably. There's absolutely no way he's going to move from this chair now that he's decided to succumb to self-loathing and, as a new addition to his awful feelings, fear. He looks down at the paper he received from one of the tables and skims through it again. At the very end of it, there's something he's appeared to have somehow missed the first dozen times he's read it to himself:

For as long as the blizzard starting either tonight or tomorrow lasts, there will be no exiting the school unless it's an emergency. The gymnasium will be used for P.E. instead of the open fields. Sneaking out will not be tolerated. Thank you for your cooperation, and we look forward to working with you to become better!

Nova crumples up the paper and tosses it into the fireplace, leaning his head on his palm. It's going to be a long few fucking years.




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The darkest room during the day happens to be club room 2A, which hasn't been home to a club for quite some years now. There are cobwebs forming in the corners, even, and Bertholdt does not mind them that much. Being a connoisseur of scary things in his living years, he's quite fond of them. A long legged spider drops from one of the webs on its own thread, weaving as it goes, and the white-haired ghost watches it from his spot in the air, looking as though he's laying on a table on his back. During the day, ghosts can't do much, unless students were to wander into the darker, dingier parts of the school—the parts that are not quite off-limits, but where nobody dares to venture alone.

Bertholdt sighs and lets himself fall to the ground, though he does not make a sound—ghosts, after all, do not thump, as they aren't making physical contact with this world. Despite their abilities to make themselves tangible in this world, their movements and footsteps will not make any noise. Noise is depended on by other tangible objects, like glass plates or bells or wind chimes. Ugh, those last two seem awfully boring. I like plates myself. My shadows can throw them for me~ ♪

Rolling himself onto his stomach from the floor, he presses his cheek to the wooden floor, as though he's trying to listen for anything downstairs—any movement of new or old students, most likely. When he comes up with naught, he sighs and soundlessly taps his nails against the ground, looking around the empty abandoned club room.

Oi, Chiyo-chan, are you in here? Can you sing me a song? I'm bored out of my damned mind, and I need something to, uh, lift my spirits. Ufufu...