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Hinata Shimizu

Love is a smoke made from the fume of sighs

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a character in “Westcreek”, originally authored by Verix, as played by RolePlayGateway

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    β™š HINATA . SHIMIZU β•―
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    BUT WHEN I LOOK AT YOU AND YOUR ( FREAKY FACE ) I KNOW I'M NOT GAY


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    xxγ€ŒNAME」
    ..Hinata Shimizu
    .....ζΈ…ζ°΄ , 陽向

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    x...γ€ŒALIAS」
    x...None / (birb)
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    xx..γ€ŒAGE」
    x.xx.....26
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    γ€ŒOCCUPATION」
    ....Daycare Owner
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    x....γ€ŒEYES」
    x........Black
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    x..γ€ŒHEIGHT」
    x.xx.....5'9"
    xxγ€ŒORIGIN」
    ..........Japan
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    x.γ€ŒGENDER」
    ...........Male
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    .γ€ŒSEXUALITY」
    ......Heterosexual
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    ....γ€ŒSPECIES」
    ........Caladrius*
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    x.....γ€ŒHAIR」
    ...........Black
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    x..γ€ŒWEIGHT」
    ..........690 lbs




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                  ( QUIRKS *! )
                  ..peculiarities

                  He sings Disney songs to children to calmx them
                  ❀ Never visits friends when they're sick .❀ Folds
                  paper cranes everyx night as he goes to bed... ❀
                  Wears sunglasses whenever xhe visits people at
                  the hospital ❀ Keeps his nails manicured - .short
                  always with a clear coat ❀ Doesn't date because
                  he thinks that his soulmate is out there. ❀ Thinks
                  that if he just waits his one true love will come. ❀
                  holds hands when scared ❀ plays cello ❀

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                  The color gold ❀ Disney princesses (his favorite
                  is Cinderella) ❀ Unbridled laughter ❀ The sun &
                  the moon ❀ Watching/sketching other birds and
                  trying to relate it back to his form ❀ Green tea ❀
                  Ballroom dancing .x❀ Soprano voices .x ❀ quiet
                  humming and snowy mountains ❀ Cold weather
                  ❀ Clear water ❀ Poems ❀ Acoustic guitars .x ❀
                  θŠ±γ‚ˆγ‚Šε›£ε­ - Hana yori dango ❀ Eggshell white
                  ❀ Eating good food ❀
                  __( DISLIKES *! )
                  ..aprehension

                  Drinking until he cannot tell which hand is. which
                  ❀ . Loud music - namely "dubstep" and rock.. ❀
                  Promises ❀. Singing (will only do it to help. calm
                  others) ❀. People calling him a 'birb' - what does
                  that even mean? ❀. Not knowing what the hell is
                  happening around him ❀x. Being called naive. ❀
                  Being forced to use his powers.x ❀ Transforming
                  into his 'natural' state ❀..x Fire and smoke ❀. his
                  penchant to not state his opinion. ❀

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    Often, Hinata hides away in the familiarity of loneliness. He does not crave the affection nor does he actively try to aquatint himself with those surrounding him. In fact, his cool and aloof disposition regularly negates any conversation from happening, and without him realizing it any and all potential friends have left. Some say it’s his eyes, they’re too cold, too dark, too unwelcoming for anyone to properly introduce themselves. Others argue that he’s too vulnerable β€” a liability to a perfectly constructed machine of friendships they’ve created and he, if added, would only be a nuisance. He takes it all in with a smile though because he’s fine, really he is, and regularity breeds a type of acceptance and if Hinata is anything it would be forgiving.

    Though not all have the capacity to see it (whether it is because they choose to ignore it or some variation of that) Hinata loves to smile; loves the feeling of relishing in something purely good, and without repercussion. Mostly though he loves the fact that though there are many gray days there are a few brightly colored ones as well. Days where the blood in his veins boils so hot that simply sitting around seems like self-imposed torture. He feels unhindered then, like a thousand pounds of guilt and sadness and regret come sliding off, and what remains is the center of a shell that he forgot even existed. Those are the days that keeps him living, and what will continue to do so in the future.

    Such happiness, however, is short lived and the days where he has to drag his body to do the things he must (Who needs to eat anyway) seem to almost override his pervious joy β€” almost. He knows that the life he lives in is full of injustices, and he is burdened by his own mind’s habit of thinking pessimistically, but the power to overcome such dangerous thoughts is what he likes to call, β€œa small mercy.”

    Underneath his loneliness, his positive attitude toward life, and a standoffish personality lies a dominate trait that he tries so hard to hide. The guilt β€” he feels it so heavily that breathing at times is difficult and more often than not he wants to let the emotion consume him. He deserves it however, for he’s selfish and unkind and a fucking piece of trash not even worth the air he breaths β€” so says his heart. Children have died simply because he couldn’t get his god damn power to work. He’s let innocent kids, whose lives were (he knows this for a fact) worth so much more than his, go to waste. To say he’s haunted by humans would be an understatement. The worst part is that Hinata knows it’s not his fault, that his powers can only save those who aren’t already dead, but the tugging at his heart makes him think otherwise.

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                  ( STRENGTHS *! )
                  ..formidable qualities

                  calmx:x Hex is not quick to anger, but neither does he have the words to
                  quell heated hearts. gentlex:x never will he touch a person with anything xx.xxxxxxx
                  more harsh than a slight poke flyingx: he can transform and soar to xthe
                  skies limit, but only for so long. singingx:. there is nothing more beautiful
                  than the heron's swan song. academicsx: despite being kept a secret for
                  the majority of his life,x he'sx found that his caretakers have all been kind
                  enough as to allow him to read books and learn alongside their children's
                  private tutors. acceptingx:x hex canx take harsh criticism and foul insults
                  withoutx crying. nor feeling rage at the wrongdoer.x of xcourse he will feel
                  badly, xbutx more xthan .showing anyone his feelings he'll slowly let them
                  fester inside until it one day all comes fumbling out.
                  __( FLAWS *! )
                  ..to your discretion

                  everything ignorant :. atx heart he is a child whose naivety can and will be
                  his downfall, xforx. he cannot handle drastic change for it makes him overly
                  anxious. jealous :.more. so than jealousy he feels awe toward those whom
                  can freely express their emotions and not be hindered by the thinking xthat
                  what they have to say is complete trash. inept :.. he xdoesx notx havex the
                  social skills to lead a 'socially' acceptable lifestyle,x andx yet. he persists to
                  try. xhisx perseverance xhoweverx is. not always rewarded though for more
                  often than not he ends up saying the wrong thing. bird tendencies :x. he is
                  plagued by his natural form,x whetherx itx bexsometimes xmaking xrandom
                  noisesx orx sittingx awkwardlyx inx a chair (he tries his hardest not to) he is
                  certainly a catalyst for embarrassment.

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    Image Imageβ—’BIOGRAPHY Β°


    There are six facts that can summarize Hinata’s childhood.

    ONE: His parents sold his freedom for their own β€” The realization had hit him one morning when in a fit of restlessness he asked his caretaker where his mother was. The man looked at him not unkindly but without remorse and perhaps that was what made his stomach lurch, β€œYou were a gift to us, it doesn’t matter where they are now.” Readily he had accepted those words as the truth and assumed that their disappearance was not out of ill will but merely circumstance. Of course now, he knows he was wrong to think that, but his temperament toward such a fate has not changed.

    TWO: The moment he couldn’t live up to his name he was thrown out β€” More than anything, Hinata was confused the first time he was thrown away. He hadn’t realized that the reason anyone ever kept him around was because of his powers, and as such lived the younger part of his life in ignorant bliss. How heartbroken he was to realize that yes, the people he had come to love and admire did not think the same of him. If he cried for hours on end on the plan to the next house no one bothered to stop him.

    THREE: His existence was a secret β€” The common folk had heard rumors of a bird that could cure illnesses, and like moths to a flame they desperately tried to find someone it. The wealthy knew where to find them of course, they knew and the government knew, but money has ways of keeping people silent.

    FOUR: His penchant for guilt developed early β€” Hinata was only six years old when the daughter of a wealthy German man was diagnosed with cancer. They knew of course his powers could only work on the bed of a dying human, and so they waited; waited until the girl was finally sick enough to be deemed β€˜almost dead’ and waited for Hinata to do his magic. They waited for him to look the girl in the eyes only for him to look away in shame. That was the day he never knew so much hurt could exist in the world physically and emotionally.

    FIVE: There’s something near his heart and it’s not beating β€” The day Hinata learned there was a microchip in his chest was the day he knew for a fact that he was better off dead.

    There are a few other truths, but those facts are what define him in a way nothing else can.

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    ❀ He hadn’t known of the microchip until he heard the phone call that would ultimately
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    ❀ He let himself believe that the families that took him in and were kind & loved him as
    x..much as he loved them.
    ❀ Upon further inspection he knows for a fact that he, an unskilled surgeon, would kill
    x..himself should he try to take out the chip. EXTRA: He’s been tempted to do so on
    x..many occasions, but fear always stops him.

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                  ( OOC *! )

                  FACE CLAIM: Kamenashi Kazuya
                  HEX CODE: #723147
                  PORTRAYED BY: Verix
                  CS CREATED BY: Epimetheus
                  TIME ZONE: mountain time
                  birb is ready 2 be accepted.
                  _______( ASSOCIATED *! )
                  ..words and phrases

                  thisx photo x❀ "I'm sorry." x❀ x. Botany & naming
                  people.x after. plants or flowers ❀ Small birb who
                  needs protecting ❀x solitude .and eagerness and
                  and eagerness to please ❀ "Scrappy doo: xfound
                  dead in miami" "Is he okay?" "Yeah he's fine but
                  he's dead." ❀x reasonx to xlive:x memes ❀ .dogs
                  are his favorite animal x❀x. and this pic ❀ Always
                  readingx booksx withx strange xtitles. ❀ That one
                  friend who constantly worries for their safety ❀
                  _________( MISC *! )
                  ..in association

                  Sub-species xofx the Caladrius: White Heron x.❀
                  Likes.x to hang precariously on top of high places
                  ❀ ..xRarely transforms into his bird form ❀ Enjoys
                  thex presence xof xlittlex kids more than adults ❀
                  Mostly. because he knows little kids can only hurt
                  him so much ❀ xLikes long walks on the beach ❀
                  Does not believe in any astrology x❀ .His bff's kid
                  is HInata's favorite ❀ He's the uncle to said kid ❀
                  He's very happy he's friends with Daniel

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So begins...

Hinata Shimizu's Story

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ACT ONE : PART ONE : INTRODUCTION
LOCATION: MAINSTREET
TIME: 6:30PM


Summers in Westcreek were nothing short of exceptional. In general, the city's climate was all around lovely, cool winters and warm summers, a generally moderate climate. But it was the summers, really, that were something else. And it was because of evenings.

When the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, it transformed the sky into a canvas, bold streaks of color staining it, creating a view that could only be called art. It was generally acknowledged that this was the best time of day to be out and about, the best of hours to be caught walking the city streets.Today was something of a unique occasion, though, and on this particular evening, you'd be hard pressed to find a citizen of Westcreek not out in the streets. There was a reason for this, and it was called the Festival of Life, an annual occurrence that called for the celebration of the original founding of the city of Westcreek. And the event was something to behold. It had all the ambiance and staples of any small town suburban fairs-- portable rides that no one felt quite safe riding but always did anyway, game stalls everyone knew was rigged but still coughed up money to play, stands for local shop owners to try and sell some wares, even the exact sort of festival food that inevitably led to an upset stomach the next day but was still widely eaten-- but was somehow grander. Almost larger than life. By all accounts, it should have been a spectacularly fun event. However, there was always, unfailingly, a vague sense of discomfort and tension hanging heavy in the air the night of.

The event wasn't mandatory, for heaven's sake, no the mayor would never want to force anybody to do anything they didn't want to do. But everyone knew it might as well have been. They'd all heard stories of the people who decided to chance it, who decided to spit on the foundation of the institution, and the stories never ended well. It was almost insulting, in a sense. Forced to celebrate what began their imprisonment? Sat down and force fed pleasantries and lies, a false history shoved down their throats that they'd have to regurgitate later on? And yet, they all attended. And it was fun. It was hard to take that away from it. The city council never went anything but all out on the annual affair. Children shrieked as they ran through the fairgrounds, holding their cotton candies high and begging their parents for another go on the vomit inducing spinning machine. The neon glow of the rides and games lent a cool and breathable atmosphere to the place Westcreek only saw a few times a year. It was fun. That's exactly what people would respond with the next day when they were asked about how their night went. With a heavy heart, a tense smile, "It was fun."