Description

NICKNAMES:
Headmaster, The Wanderer

AGE:
Looks to be in his thirties????

CLASS:
The Supernatural 101 (also tends to sub for any classes in need)

SUPERNATURAL AFFLICTION :
There isn't an accurate way to describe Hiroshi's existence, and his ascension to the role of Headmaster at Misaki Creek. Hell, even students who have lived for a few centuries can recall his existence, for him, it has only been the school that's changed but not him. Unfortunately for Hiroshi, is it difficult for him to remember just what he was or is, only that he was given the purpose to train young students to control their powers in the human realm. As such, he is called the Wanderer, or is sometimes mentioned as being cursed. One power that is glaringly obvious for Hiroshi, is his ability to temporarily steal others powers or afflictions through touch, yet strangely he can permanently steal this power by taking the person's life force. This is something he uses so sparingly that most people aren't aware that he can use it, and considering the fact that his appearance hasn't changed from the years of acting as Headmaster for Misaki Creek shows that he has Biological Immortality, he can indeed die but he cannot age, it is speculated that the body we see as Hiroshi now is not the body he first inherited, implying that Hiroshi has some type of mechanism that keeps him from truly dying. Hiroshi is a man of many mysteries.

SKILLS:
Talented in Shogi
Skilled Martial Artist
Speaks 8 Languages
[English, Japanese, Spanish, Chinese, Korean, French, Latin, Arabic]

LIKES:
Nature
Seafood
Historical Fiction
Mints
Beaches
Ferrets
Soul Music

DISLIKES:
Arrogance
Intolerance to Others
Bigots
Liars
Physical Altercations

PERSONALITY:
Hiroshi is the type of person people see as reliable and trustworthy, people typically come to him to divulge their problems, and he tends to give great advice when needed. He can act as a shoulder to cry on, or your therapist, for that many people tend to feel rather comfortable around Hiroshi as if he were already friends with said person. Hiroshi is straight forward, and sometimes uncompromising with others, in a sense he hates having to deal with bullshit, and out of all the things he can tolerate, he does not tolerate lying, and he seems to have little to no difficultly deciphering lies from people. He can be brutally honest with people if the situation calls for it. Hiroshi is neither shy, nor quiet, many nights outside school grounds at bars has revealed that Hiroshi doesn't handle his alcohol well. He will say what is on his mind if he feels that it will benefit the situation proper, he isn't one to back down from a challenge and he can be rather competitive with others.

As a leader, he is always taking advice from others, and is sincerely interested in listening to people's problems, which has made him a rather effective leader for Misaki Creek, as such most do not question his authority, and find the man to have a fair sense of judgement. He is lighthearted, and easy to approach for anything, he tends to hate depressing moods and finds it easier to be happy about life than find all the faults with the world. For him it is best for people to realize that no matter how hard life gets, sometimes one simply needs to stop and take a look around. As far as relationships go, that part of his past is rather strained for him, a former love having left this world left him terribly afraid of finding another in fear of being alone and heartbroken, for him immortality is more a curse than anything else.

MISCELLANEOUS:
Theme Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3AJFSyhhP2M
He is 5'11
He is allergic to Peanuts

So begins...

Hiroshi Tatsuno's Story

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#2014-06-26 00:10:37, as written by Stark Contrast

7:23am
Outside School Grounds

"Now that’s something you don’t see every day” Haruka Thought to himself as his bike strolled down the lane leading up to the Academy, a beautiful morning sprinkled with blooming cherry blossoms, the sign of Spring dancing it way into the small town of Misaki, and the creek that the school was built next to flowed with all types of algae, and beautiful petals that flowed on the surface, giving the creek an ethereal look to it. Haruka enjoyed this much more than the bungle of traffic where he was from, and the dingy little shops that served tea, or some other form of mundane entertainment, Misaki was a ways from the city life, and was slightly more rural than Haruka was used to, though rural not in the sense of poverty, just in traditions. The school served as a reminder of the ever changing world, at least that’s what Haruka liked to think. There was definitely something that this place feel perfect for school. Haruka was so very eager to take off from the grasp of his parents, to make his own way in life. It wasn't as if he hated his parents. No, they were good people, if not completely misguided and shameless. For one thing, Haruka honestly couldn't take his last year at his previous High School, the torment he received from classmates who had grown to know him and his parents antics for well over a decade had followed him throughout each of the grades, and with that came the usual sinister teasing, and rather backhanded compliments and insults. For someone like Haruka that knew such a thing couldn't be helped, he jumped at the chance to attend Misaki, a school which he admittedly had no idea existed until a letter came in the mail. Not to mention that he could hardly find anything online about the school either, almost as if it didn't exist, yet even then he would not deter from admission.

After a few strange questions which he figured must have been good enough, and not to mention his grades were above average than most students who attended his previous school, that much he wanted to believe was enough for acceptance. With his luggage in a large basket in the front of his bike he continued his trek there, unaware of anyone else who was attending or just why it was so far away. For him, as long as something fruitful came out of it, he could care less. Before he knew it, he found himself at the gates, moving his bike inside he found the racks where other bikes were typically stored, hit his brakes, and then got off. It must have been a good 2 hours since he left his home town, but he had no way of knowing just how far he trekked, only that he was a little tired from having to wake up so early to make it here on time. He stretched he sore limbs and chained his bike to the metal post. Looking around not many students were out and about, and the few who were talked quietly amongst themselves, so quietly that the nature surrounding the school could be heard over their voices, though it was more likely that Haruka was too far to hear any of them talk. It was then that the encroaching realization that he knew no one, and that this wasn't like him returning to another year at his designated hometown high school came along. Every face was different from the other, like he suddenly landed on another planet. He put a a nervous hand through his hair, realizing that it'd be more difficult to make friends in a place that he hadn't lived all his life.

The violet haired boy picked up his luggage places in the bicycle basket in front of him before walking into the Main Courtyard of the school. the school looked like any normal school and Haruka had to find it in himself not to be nervous, he was nearly an adult for heaven's sake, and yet meeting new people still fazed him in a certain way that he couldn't explain, that he thought he had to blame on his parents, since most people were keen to the idea that their behavior reflected off of him, which would cause him further shame. This he realized crippled his social confidence, to the point where he was unaware of such a thing. Regardless, he sauntered up to the main steps of the school, a poster-board attached to the window pane, explained that students were to drop off their personal items at their dorm rooms, and then report to the Dining Hall for the 'Commencement Speech' at 9:00am, while breakfast would e served as early as 7:30am. That sounded pretty straight forward to Haruka, from there beyond the board was a list that had the names of students by Year, and Dorms. After a few minutes, and squinting his eyes a few times, he was able to find his name next to another, he memorized the dorm number, but would not be going to the dorms just yet. Instead he turned his attention to the Dining Hall, when a appetite for whatever was going to be served passed through him, he knew he needed to satisfy it. He walked over to the Hall glad to find the one thing that he was familiar with...food. He stood in line patiently awaiting to be served.

7:05am
Teacher's Quarters

The unmistakable aroma of freshly bloomed cherry blossoms permeated the air, and with the it and the sun out, came the aggravating chirps of birds. It was a sound that Hiroshi hoped to soon forget, hundreds of years (or perhaps thousands with his memory) of having those same decibels intrude his ear canal while he slept was no walk in park. Indeed, Hiroshi was not a morning person by a long shot, despite having seen more suns that most humans could even dream of. If there was one thing he could wish, it was that animals of the avian type found a way to shut their traps while people like him tried to get a good morning's rest. Wait....that wasn't right....., Hiroshi eyes began to flutter once again out of unconsciousness. Birds don't chirp at night do they?" he asked himself, before realizing that morning had come, and for him hardly a good nights' rest, it was always like this when school came back in, the night before always made him anxious despite the process being the same as it had been for hundreds of years of the schools establishment, in many ways he accepted the butterflies he received from thinking about the new and returning attendees of the Academy, it was almost like holding on to a minuscule piece of humanity, not knowing what what he was, or what to classify himself as, Hiroshi could only act as every other being chained to this realm they called Earth. For him, that was enough philosophical yearning for the morning. He raised himself from the mattress, rubbing his sensitive eyes from the crust that usually accumulated there.

He began his day by the usual hygiene routine, walking into the bathroom, taking his clothes off and taking a shower, brushing his teeth, fixing his disheveled hair, none in a particular order or anything before returning to his room, and picking out the outfit he tailored for today, Hiroshi was not one for occasion, but every once in a while he liked to be fashionable at least for a time, or more like a week, the outfits in his closet were tailored for the entire week, and he already knew from many repeated tries that it wouldn't last any longer than that, but it was nice to let potential students know that their Headmaster wasn't a complete slob. As he fitted his tie into his dress shirt, Hiroshi made note of the fact that most people probably wouldn't recognize him as Headmaster, much like it had been for the last few years due to his age, and while he took this with as much tact as he could it was rather disheartening to see some students not even listen to him until they were made aware of his position. Looking into the tall mirror posted on the other side of his bedroom, he somewhat regretted having to choose this body to harbor his soul, as he had no choice, though he could admit that at least it wasn't someone with a frail, failing body. Vanity was not one of his strong points, but he had to admit that he liked his current body, and would prefer to stay in it if possible.

With enough of that on his mind, he picked up his jacket and strolled out of his room, walking past the multiple rooms in the Teachers' Quarters, Hiroshi noted that the place seemed much more full than he last remembered, it being modeled after most condos around the area made it a small little community within itself, and when Hiroshi first established the Academy, Dorms weren't even installed then, but of course he was thinking a number of years ago, when the Academy was relatively small, and far less likely to attract students due to the way superstition was handled by the masses, no doubt if they were exposed back then the Academy would have been lost to religious heretics, or some other insane group. Nowadays, some part of Hiroshi believed that Supernaturals like them would be accepted into society with either a grain of salt at their abilities, or probably as interesting. The way generations of youth separated themselves was so unique to Hiroshi, and how opinions and traditions change drastically over a few decades was part of the reason he established Misaki Creek. He wished for a day where they could fully integrate into society, where they weren't just stories to be told at night to spook children, or beings that could only exist in superhero comics. Humans typically had no idea that Supernaturals were all around them, and for that Hiroshi made it his life duty to make sure that would happen someday, or at least it was a goal he easily envisioned.

He moved his way into the Teacher's Lounge, not yet ready to address the new batch of students coming in, and the returning who knew the routine. Instead he decided to relax, and take a few sips of caffeine which was mysteriously pre-heated, and the perfect temperature to drink. Today, they would start with the commencement speech, new students would get the chance to explore the school, and get friendly with their new dorm-mate. Settling into the school was probably the easiest part for most students, realizing that they weren't alone, and making the transition that much easier. That he supposed made it far easier than being around otherwise judgmental humans. Wouldn't that be a surprise? Humans at the Academy?.... He returned to sipping on his drink as the strange thought passed. "How absurd... he thought to himself.

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#2014-06-26 02:42:11, as written by Ville.Sunfall

The morning of school, first thing Seto is doing is he woke up early and started baking, even before getting dressed. This morning he made some mini corn dog muffins, it's a special recipe that he made makes for breakfast with hot dogs, cornflower and katcup. They are out of this world. He kind of hopes that the twins might like it and even Chris. They're not sweet or anything, it's just it was a good breakfast idea. Well anyways, he shrugged it off and put them into a little tupperware. He made enough for them to have at least one, and some extra, just in case.

Baking was one thing Seto always loved doing, it got him away from the world and into his own. He could bake anything and everything, not a thing he failed at when it came down to it. Sure he can't eat himself, least not too much human food, but he had friends who could, friends that he admired for it. If Seto ate human food, he couldn't really taste it, unless it was super sweet, to the max.

Normally the only thing he could eat was raw meats loaded with blood. It was the only thing he could taste and unlike his father, he couldn't just live off of blood itself, he had to have meat too. And as odd as he thought it was, he just accepted it, but never once did he eat something like that infront of anyone other than his dad, or maybe even Rien, whom he grew up with.

Rien was Seto's neighbor for as long as he could remember. He is so comfortable around him, that people might mistake it for something more than just friendship. It sometimes get Seto wondering if he truly is inlove with that man, or if it's just misjudgment because they known each other for so long. It's not like he would try anything to him, because he is a teacher and Seto is a student the last thing he wants is for his friend to get into trouble all because of him.

After getting dressed and putting the muffins into his bookbag. He went up to his fathers room with a small black/silver bottle. "Pa-pa! It's time for school, are you awake yet?" Seto slowly opened the door and giggled when he saw his dad was sound asleep still. Shaking his head he set the bottle down on the nightstand and shook his father awake. "Pa-pa! It's time for school."

Unlike Seto, Kito wasn't a day person, even if he worked for the school , he still wasn't a day person. ""Hmm, Im up, just to lazy to get up."

He giggled at his dad and handed him the bottle. "It's fresh, drink it while it's warm."

"Got it."

Getting to school was fast, seeing as his father take no time in getting there slowly. In fact, they never drove slow, it was just something Vampires did. Fast to humans was slow for them and fast for them was lightening speed for humans. Once they got to school, his father and him took separate ways after he kissed his son on the forehead, throwing his dark shades on and headed inside.

Seto smiled and waved his father off, walking over to a bench, waiting for his friends to show up. He pulled out a note book and started to write music in it. Humming just a little, and minding his own business.

The mornings for Kito always dragged on, never in his life did he like the sun. Nor did he long for it's hot and burning beam of light. To him it was disgusting and miserable. A waste of time, for him he wished it to always be night.

Once he got to the library he automatically pressed the button so that all the curtains would shut. Flipping on the dimmed lights, lights enough to read with, but not bright enough to irritate Kito. Along with a gentle fireplace on each side of the library. Students who came in always thought it was cold, so those were recently put in.

After he was done with that, he fixed his hair slightly and sighed, walking back into the lightened school, he made his way over to the teacher's lounge. Where he unexpectedly met the Head Master. Quietly he nodded at him and put one of his black/silver bottles into a pit of hot water, seeing as he couldn't put silver in the microwave. He took hot water from the water jug and put it into a pot. Dropping his head over the water that held his bottle he closed his eyes. "Looks like another year in paradise." He mumbled to himself, but knew that the Head Master heard him. He didn't bother to be quiet about it. Too tired to care.

Once it was done he took it out of the water and dried it off with his sleeve. Taking a long sip of the warmth, put color into his skin, making it seem he was human. It even put him into a better mood and you'd think, what he just said, didn't come out of him.

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#2014-06-26 06:59:51, as written by Akantha

The sunlight filtered in through the dark blue curtains fluttering from the open window on the other side of the room. Birds chirped, singing songs of the rising sun as morning arrived. Mihail stirred underneath his cream-colored covers and pulled the pillow closer to his body, hugging it closely. A small grumble escaped his lips and his eyes squeezed shut, straining against the forces of the sunlight streaking across his face. After a few minutes of tossing and turning, Mihail allowed himself to be called to wakefulness by the birdsong outside. His eyes open revealing cloudy gray-blue eyes that took in his surroundings with wariness as if he didn't completely recognize where he was. Mihail was not a morning person tended to be groggy and often slow in the time between waking up and his first coffee. If other people came around they usually received grumpy mumbles and sluggish glares. He stretched his arms above his head, reveling in the way his muscles unwound after laying still for so long. The djinn was still getting used to having a human body and the responsibilities that came with it even after year or two. It was a hard transition to go from being a spirit of the aether who felt mother nature's warm embrace and raced across the colorful skies as pure unbridled energy to being a solid vulnerable human, a shell of what used to be. A human body was more trouble than it was worth too. For one, it always felt unclean and tired and always needed sustenance, whether that sustenance be aetheric because of his djinni nature or processed food. Sometimes he ached to belong to nature and feel invincible again but he was bound by this body and until he remembered his name he would stay this way. Mihail leaned his elbows on his knees as he sat on the edge of his bed and gazed down at the hardwood floor, collecting himself slowly.

Mihail cursed under his breath as he remembered that today was the first day of school. Soon, the freshman and returning students would be entering the school grounds to begin or continue their education as high school students. Mihail pushed off the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom to take a shower. He couldn't waste any more time just sitting around or he would be late to the commencement ceremony at nine. Soon he was under the spray of scalding water and stepping out refreshened and smelling decently nice as a flowery smell wafted from his hair. He didn't mind the smell however because he liked the scent of flowers and this particular scent was like honey and roses. Mihail dried himself off and stepped up to the bathroom mirror and proceeded to brush his teeth while his gaze floated over his features briefly. His blonde hair was mostly dry and hung down over his shoulders just a bit, with a few strands in his bangs annoying him endlessly by getting in his eyes. His gaze was more alert now that he had showered but still seemed distracted since he hadn't had any caffeine yet. Mihail finished brushing his teeth and turned to go back inside the main room of his condo.

The condo was minimalistic with very few sentimental items. There were no photos of family or even posters on the walls. His white and cream bedsheets were in disarray and the light blue and white-striped walls which were oddly calming surrounded him. The floors were covered in a beautiful polished oak and nothing piled on the wood. In fact, Mihail kept his room immaculate and not even dust rested on any of the furniture even though Mihail always had the window open for fresh air. He wasn't claustrophobic but he preferred the natural air from outside as compared to the air conditioning. Now that he was aware and somewhat awake, he caught the scent of cherry blossoms in the room. Mihail walked to the window, keeping to the side and out of sight, to peer out curiously at the cherry blossom trees blooming in the distance. Some of the petals were drifting on the wind and this elicited a slight smile from him before it vanished when he turned away.

Mihail dressed in black slacks, a white dress shirt, dark blue tie, and black indoor loafers before wandering back to the mirror in the bathroom. He reached up to tie his hair in a suitably professional ponytail and after scrutinizing himself in the mirror to assure quality he strode to the door of his apartment and opened it to go outside. The djinn strode through the halls towards the teachers lounge where he was sure to find some coffee. When he arrived, his gaze flitted over the occupants already inside. The headmaster sipped his coffee on the couch, looking comfortable and thoughtful. Mihail reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the headmaster, Hiroshi, and peered over at Kito Vitrol who was the history teacher at Misaki Creek. Mihail debated on saying hello to the both of them before he figured that he was too grumpy to manage a polite greeting yet. So, instead, he walked over to the coffeemaker and poured himself a hot mug of black coffee with no sugar and no creamer. He loved the bitter taste. While taking a cautious sip from the blue mug as he strode over to the couch, he relished the awareness he received from the dark liquid. The fog over his mind completely faded after a few more gulps of the coffee. He let his gaze settle on Hiroshi as he lowered his mug to his lap. "Morning." It was short and to the point, his usual greeting since he hated adding 'good' in front of 'morning'. Why greet with 'good morning' when it was neither a happy greeting nor an actual pleasant morning. Mihail figured it was the usual human complexity. He preferred it simple and frank. Mihail looked to the clock on the wall and scowled. He wasn't ready to face hordes of student just yet with his grumpiness.

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#2014-06-26 16:26:53, as written by Secret Maiden

"I wish that I never wake up, but not all wishes can come true."

Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!!

A shrill melody echoed within the hollow white room. The notes bounded off the walls without much of a hindrance. Window was slightly ajar which the morning light utilized to its advantage to creep inside the lackluster domain. As it brightened the dark room, it revealed it to be mostly empty. It was far more easy to describe what it does have than what it doesn't have. The said room has a closet, white curtains, a king-sized bed, and the unrelenting source of that piercing sound. There were no touches which would signify who the owner of this bedroom. Hmmm... may be that is exactly the right symbolism to describe the one who claims this dreary chamber.

Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!!

There was movement from the bed situated at the very center of the room. Seemingly endless white sheets seemed to glow as the rays of light dawned upon it. What was most interesting was the figure sprawled on top of it. A sylphlike form wearing a white long-sleeved collared shirt, which was unbuttoned allowing the showcase of such smooth porcelain skin, and semi-loose blue pants. The chest exposed for anyone's eyes rose with such an even pacing. Messy sky blue hair rested much like a heavenly crown upon the pillows. In entirety, the personage was sleeping with such unguarded expression befitting of an ethereal princess. Too bad, it is a prince.

Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!!

Blooming like a flower, revealing brilliant blue eyes which held a nonchalant expression, the figure looked at the corner of his eyes towards the origins of the sound. It took only a few seconds before he seemingly ignored it and gazed at the fluttering lights shown through the translucent white curtains. It seemed that morning has finally come. Another wish. Another dream had remained distant and impossible from his reach. A new day has come for him, only to remind that life will go on for him. He was getting exhausted every time, but that was simply how it is for someone like him.

Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!! Rrrring!!!

There it was again. He graceful stood from his bed and turned off his dutiful alarm clock. It had been a while since he had heard its sound. He had set it up because of the day today. The beginning of a new semester, a new school year. He will once again play his part as a teacher to the young ones. He walked towards his windows and parted the curtain for him to see the scenery outside. It was breathtaking as the fragile pink blossoms dance with the wind to signify the start of spring. He stood there for a few good minutes before taking a step back. He needs to prepare himself since there will be a general assembly and so he did without much of a hassle.

Once done, he exited his room and made his way through the halls. He now wore a white suit with a black collared inner shirt. There was also a black ribbon which seemed to have remained untied. He wasn't really much attached to what he looks like in the first place. Lucky him, he still looks dastardly beautiful and matched with his inherent liquid grace movements. He is a lovely sight to anyone's pleasure. This hasn't changed through the years. Still, many had indeed change in this school since he had come. It was understandable since time had never stopped. He envies that because even objects which has no life are able to experience the touch of grandfather time.

Those thoughts evaporated soon enough when he stopped before the door to the Teacher's Lounge. He entered and saw three familiar faces. There was the Headmaster, Mr. Vitrol, and Mr. Abram. They appear to enjoy some caffeine this early morning. Anyway, he did what he had always done ever since. "Good morning, Headmaster Tatsuno. Mr. Viltrol. Mr. Abram." He said while bowing his head in proper politeness. His tone also held a distant warmth which was simply by etiquette. He then went towards a bowl of colorful candies placed near the coffeemaker. He took a piece and elegantly unwrapped it cover and delicately placed it inside his mouth. The sweetness filled him and for now, that was enough for him to ignore the others inside the room momentarily or the fact he is a teacher.

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Hiroshi Tatsuno

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a character in “Misaki Creek| An All Boys Academy”, as played by Stark Contrast

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