✘K a t s o u Hideyoshi ↙✘✘✘‘The boy you love to hate’
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→ Hello and welcome to my OC profile for Katsou Hideyoshi.
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- ✘ .............Let's make
s w e e t narratiive
How to go about role-playing with me.
￭ Send a PM or comment if you're interested.
￭ Have a good level of literacy under your belt.
￭ Concerned you're not up to my level of literacy? PM me a sample.
￭ Invite me to your role-play thread or guild if you'd think I'd be interested.
￭ Onexones are fine as well - via PM only.
￭ Don't be afraid to ask me for help creating a role-play thread!
- » Want a role-play sample from me? Just ask.
» I'm not as strict when it comes to role-playing as this profile may put off - I'm just pretty OCD when it comes to post-styles.
» I'll post the Barton Town role-plays I'm involved in here.
- - Currently ; None.
- The d i s p l e a s u r e is all miine................✘
The basics of my original character.
» Name ;; Katsou Hideyoshi.
» Gender ;; Male.
» Age Group ;; Late teens/early twenties.
» Sexual Orientation ;; Bi-sexual.
» Race ;; Human.
» Nationality ;; Japanese/undefined other.
» Hair ;; Straight yet mussed as if just getting out of bed, uncombed, brown.
» Eyes ;; Chocolate brown, almond-shaped and usually narrowed.
» Skin ;; Ivory with a slight tan, usually smudged with dirt.
» Height ;; Not unusual for his age.
» Special Features ;; A bandage on his left arm running from his elbow to the bends of his fingers, knuckle area usually caked with dried blood, most often found smirking.
» Personality ;; Distant unless purposefully trying to achieve mischief, irritated and arrogant, strong-willed and determined, tough with permanent bad-a** persona, lude and perverted to lead others into a false sense of romancisim. Likes the thrill of being the talk of the village, per say - even though it is usually nothing good.
» Short Biography ;; Katsou is the youngest son in the prestigious Hideyoshi family, among eight other brothers and no sisters. His family has been donating large sums of their money into high-class academies for many years, and all of Katsou's siblings had graduated with high honors from the schools - but Katsou is an exception to the tradition. Despite his less-than-flattering grade-point average and delinquent rule-breaking streak, his family is determined to break him. They strive to educate their children in the elegant art of mannerisms and etiquette. Though Katsou is anything but. The Hideyoshi family is very powerful, wielding their great wealth and connections for personal gain, and have had a long line of individuals within the family that have special gifts - including psychic abilities, among others. But Katsou has no such powers. Or at least none that he is aware of. The Hideyoshi family looks down upon him for not living up to their high-standing reputation, and often refuses to even acknowledge Katsou's relation to them.
» Special Talent ;; Getting anyone - usually boys, but his interests can change with the wind - into his room unnoticed for rumor-spreading one-night stands. Or at least that's what he considers a talent. Can consume vast amounts of alcohol that would otherwise render others stupid and yet still hold an understandable conversation. Capable of being able to quit smoking at the smallest whim without side-effect withdrawal.
» General Appearence ;; No fancy clothing, most often wrinkled or unkept, collared grey shirt with the top few and bottom few buttons un-done, worned jeans and black converse-brand sneakers, button to pants also un-done, very handsome in the 'bad boy' sort of way, slender yet not sickeningly thin, or just clad in a t-shirt and jeans. Would probably be labeled as a 'punk', if any.
» Image References ;; Click the thumbnails below to view the full-sized image.
// Drawn by myself.
// Drawn by others.
- ✘..........................It's the liittle t h i n g s
His general likes & dislikes.
- - The Pleasures
￭ Cigarettes/alcohol.
￭ Flirting devoid of romantic attraction.
￭ Mischief any any kind.
￭ Getting in physical conflicts and winning.
￭ Being outdoors.
￭ Listening to music.
￭ Certain picture magazines.
￭ Being messy.
The Intolerables - -
￭ Probably you.
￭ Any family member.
￭ Sweets and pastries.
￭ School, homework and presentations.
￭ Organizing.
￭ Happy-go-lucky individuals.
- A b a d first iimpression..................✘
An introductory role-play sample with Katsou.
» From page 75 of Rose Academy in Gaia's Maid & Host Cafe Guild.
/ / → Riiiing, riiiing, riiiii--- plck!
The defenseless clock had no chance of recovering, shattered in various bits and pieces of metal and glass across the spans of the room, its face cracked and arms hanging limply in defeat. A small dent marked the wall on which it had been thrown, the blue paint chipped to reveal the room’s previous color, a mundane sea green. The room itself was vast for a bedroom belonging to a teenager, but then again, none of the rooms in the mansion were smaller than a mall store. It was filled with fine furniture of the finest woods and accessorized with expensive, rare paintings that even the best museums would be jealous of, a grand chandelier seemingly floating over the elegant canopy bed. But the room’s resident was anything but elegant – he existed in a stark contrast to the mansion’s esteemed grandeur. Hidden within the confines of strangled blankets, a brunette-haired boy stirred, muttering incoherent mumblings in his half-conscious state, rolling over. The sun broke through the parked curtains, splaying across the sheets and rousing the boy that slept beneath them.
“Ngh…” An irritated moan escaped, echoing across the room as the boy sat up, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his knuckles in a semi-circular motion, squinting against the morning light that filtered into the room. Stretching lazily, the chocolate-eyed boy ran a hand through his mussed hair and slid off the edge of the bed as if it were a chore, opening the curtains with a flick of his wrist. He was blinded momentarily, and wobbled lethargically towards his dresser, pulling out the crumpled mess that was his school uniform. Since he was a senior, and a Rosesette, he had the privilege of bringing in his belongings to the dorm house a day earlier, but had decided to spend the last night in his own home. Gripping the bottom hem of his wrinkled white t-shirt, the boy lifted it over his head and flung it carelessly into the corner of the room, where a growing heap of dirty laundry had begun its steady climb for the ceiling. Shrugging on the black dress shirt, he draped the red tie over his shoulders, not bothering to neither tie it nor close the button-up all the way. With a reluctant snort, he shoved the dress shoes, jacket, and pants into a backpack and flung it on the bed, pulling on a pair of worned jeans and black converse-styled sneakers instead. No one in the school really bothered with correcting his obvious disregard for the dress code, and he doubted they would this year either.
“Katsou…!” A small voice rang through the house’s speaker system, but was ignored as the boy went about his morning business. Come and get me. There was a phone the led from room to room; much like a very large game of soup can telephone. Pulling the door to his bathroom open, he stood in front of the white porcelain sink and brushed his teeth, satisfied with his messy hair as he meandered back out, slinging the raggedy backpack over his shoulder and heading for the door.
“Katsou…!” The voice called again, noticeably louder this time, ringing against the vast space of the mansion as Katsou made his way down the velvet-carpeted, winding staircase, a hand running down the smooth wood of the elegant banister. Taking two steps at a time, the brunette barely made it into the kitchen before being verbally assaulted.
“Katsou Hideyoshi! Don’t you listen? I’ve been calling you for an hour!” A maid scolded, a whisk poised in her hand threateningly. Katsou rolled his eyes and slumped in a seat at the long, marble table, draping the bag on the edge of the seat. On the other end of the table, a few feet away, his mother sat, drinking tea in front of a piece of strawberry cake. “You’re mother doesn’t like to wait, have more respect, would you?” The maid puffed her apron and went back to the sink, where she began to busy herself with the dishes.
“I was having a staring contest with the back of my eye lids and you made me lose, thank you very much,” Katsou spat in response, resting his head in a hand as his elbow was propped on the table. The maid swatted it down and Katsou hissed an inappropriate retort, earning a scowl from his mother across the table. “And what are you waiting for? Can’t wait to see me leave? Well, you’re in luck – ‘cause I’m about to do it now. Be sure to pay extra close attention so you don’t miss a dull moment.” The brunette pilfered a croissant from the wicker basket on the table as he mother ‘pfted’, placing it between his teeth as he made his way towards the door. Lifting an arm with a narrowed gaze, he saluted; making sure his middle finger was more prominent over the rest as he closed the door behind him.
Taking large strides, the boy looked back, briefly, at the mansion, standing in the middle of a paved, u-shaped driveway with a large fountain in the middle. It was a grand house indeed, with four stories of elegant rooms, perfectly trimmed bushes and flowers that never seemed to die. But it wasn’t anything Katsou was interested in as he threw the backpack to the other side of the limo, smacking against the window as he flung himself in, laying on his stomach with his face in his arms as the driver began the trip to the school. Rolling over, the boy grabbed for his backpack and put it over both of his shoulders, sitting up to look out of the window as his house disappeared from view. Hideyoshi closed his eyes, and the next time he opened them, the view had changed into that of the Petalia Academy campus.
“We have arrived, Young Master,” the driver called from the front of the limo, exiting and moving to the back of the vehicle to open the door, but the boy had already done so, leaning down to tie one of his dirty sneakers.
“I could tell, Alphonse, thanks,” He snorted, straightening as the driver closed the door swiftly behind him, irritated that he had not the chance to open it for him, considering it made him look foolish.
“I-It’s Allen, Young Master,” The balding man corrected in a whisper, “Have a good year.” He retreated to the front of the limo and drove away, leaving Katsou to choke in the dust that was kicked up by the tires.
Fishing a cigarette carton from a back pocket, he began to walk through the pathway to the school, jiggling it until a particular one sprang up. Dipping his head, the boy placed the paper-wrapped addiction between his lips and re-placed its box, retrieving a lighter. He flicked it several times until the sparks finally produced a flame large enough to catch on the cigarette, taking in an agitated breath. Some students he passed whispered amongst themselves, eyeing the offence to school rules that hung in his mouth, but he simply sneered in response, whistling the wispy smoke from the corner of his mouth as the taste of smooth nicotine rolled over his tongue and warmed his chest. Rounding a corner, he stumbled upon a conflict in progress, and, curious, leaned against a wall, the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips as he smirked, raising his arms above his head with a short chuckle.
“A class scuffle, ne?” He sniffed, the rolled paper poised between two fingers. “I’m not sure if I should join in or make popcorn,” Katsou laughed to himself, identifying the long-haired boy as a part of his own division, a Rosesette, and a senior, too, none-the-less. He took another drag before stamping it out on the carpet, shoving his hands into his pockets as he approached the other students, watching as the other boy walked away, ears still ringing with his domineering voice.
“Don’t worry about that dude, he was born with a stick lodged up his a**,” He commented as he walked past them, almond-shaped eyes grinning with pure, unadulterated mischief. ← / /
- ✘..........................I've got my own t h e m e, biitches
Song that best represents his personality.
» 'Don't Trust Me' by 3Oh!3.
Black dress with the tights underneath,
I got the breath of the last cigarette on my teeth,
And shes an actress (actress),
But she ain't got no need.
Shes got money from her parents in a trust fund back east.
T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks,
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girls teeth,
T-tell your boyfriend if he says hes got beef,
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't ******** scared of him.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
X's on the back of your hands,
Wash them in the bathroom to drink like the bands.
And your setlist (setlist),
You stole off the stage,
Had red and purple lipstick all over the page.
B-b-b-bruises cover your arms,
Shaking in the fingers with the bottle in your palm.
And the best is (best is),
No one knows who you are,
Just another girl alone at the bar.
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me.
Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
I said, Shush girl shut your lips,
Do the Hellen Keller and talk with your hips.
Woah, woah, woah...
She wants to touch me (Woah),
She wants to love me (Woah),
She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),
Don't trust a ho,
Never trust a ho,
Won't trust a ho,
Won't trust me
- You've been w a r n e d.................✘
Some things you ought to know.
￭ I'm not going to water down Katsou's personality because someone doesn't like the way he speaks/thinks/acts. If they're offended, they're either going to have to deal with it or I'll happily leave the role-play.
￭ I like to stretch the PG-16 rating to it's limit.
￭ Unless I'm role-playing with someone long-term, I don't plan on having Katsou enter a romantic relationship any time soon.
￭ He is bi-sexual, as stated in his biography. And no, I won't change that for anyone.
￭ I have a life, so replies come when they come.
- ✘................The a r t of viiolence
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