Hiroto Ogata

[Hiroto Ogata]

Basic Information[/u]

Name: Hiroto Ogata

Nicknames:

Age/Grade: 17
Birthday: June 1st
Height: 177cm
Weight: 53kg
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Honeydew
Hair: Black, Dark Brown, Coppery Red or Blonde, depending on how he dyes it. (Natural hair color is Black)


Bio Approval Code Phrase: "Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins."

[Hiroto Ogata]

Pastime Information

Hobbies/Talents/Skills: Cooking, video games, cosplaying, sewing, woodshop/metalshop, collecting shoes, walking, photographing, singing.
Sports: None.
Clubs: None.
Gangs: None.
Misc.: None.


Mental Information

Personality: Hiroto is a hyperactive live wire, he is almost always active and often times running around doing nothing in particular except having a good time. He loves to sing and entertain his friends with whatever he can. He is kind and generous, often making home made meals for his friends just for the sake of it and then taking pictures of their reactions. While this is true about those he likes, those he doesn't like he will ruthlessly cut down at every opertunity, anywhere from spiking their drinks to public humiliations. He is not above using dirty tactics in these quarrels as it is also hard for him to let injustices go. Hiroto also has a habit of speaking in the third person.

There is also a side of Hiroto that he himself doesn't know about even when people tell him that it was him that did it. He is delusional and believes it's one of his friends does some actions in high stressful moments and Hiroto rationalizes it as his 'friend' coming in to save the day. The alternate personality was created due to Hiroto's insomniac condition.

Special Notes about Hiroto's Personality
The 'Friend' Hiroto sees is called Alex. He has a habit of 'showing' up when Hiroto is alone or when a fight is about to break out to 'protect Hiroto'
Hiroto doesn't know Alex is really a delusion and is really him. (Think Tyler Durton from Fight Club)

Likes: Sushi, musicians, funny people, video games, food, energy drinks, sewing, cosplaying, singing.
Dislikes: Idiots, whores, haters, preps.
Mentality/Ideal/Belief: You can only see the world in all it's light through the broken glass.

[Hiroto Ogata]

Physical Information

Build: Slim and frail.
Defining Marks: 2 piercings in each ear, located on the lobes.
Description: Hiroto is neither tall or short, he fits right in the average height for his age group. Standing at a good 5 feet 9 inches Hiroto can blend into crowds rather easily, granted people aren't looking for someone with heavily dyed hair down to just past his neck. He has a very comely face and a dazzling smile. He often wears designer clothes usually vests, long jackets, sleeveless t-shirts, jeans and various tennis shoes. He is almost never seen without his headgear which has been custom fitted to have fiberlink headphones and microphone built into them for his musical enjoyment (equivalent to skullcandy headphones only much thinner). He usually has black eye liner on and more often then not has some kind of drawing on his face, whether it's a star or a heart or whatever he wants that day. Hiroto also has 3 necklaces on at all times: A Cross, a snowflake like star, and a small, square jet gem. He is all about new trends and has roughly a total 10 or 20 different charity organization wristbands on either wrist.


List of items on hand:
Hi-Fi Backpack
HP Pavilion dv3510nr Laptop (21" screen)
Hat

[Hiroto Ogata]

Fighting Information

Fighting Style: Instinct-fu?
Years Practiced: Can't recall.
Description of style: Really it's not much of a fighting style. Saga was always shut in, giving himself self-imposed isolation. But when he does fight, on those rare occasions caused by his smart ass attitude. He will do whatever it takes to win or run. Biting, scratching, clawing, kick, punch, pull, etc. Oddly enough he does have unusually sharp teeth and has been known to take chunks of flesh out.
Overall Strengths: Due to growing up with 4 brothers who all loved to wrestle around the house, Hiroto learned a few tricks out of the various grapples and holds by hyperextending (what most of you call 'double-jointed') his arms, elbows, wrists and a few other spots on his body into odd angles in which to slip out of, sometimes however he is able to dislocate a limb, slip out of the hold and relocate his appendage and keep going.
Overall Weaknesses: Due to the constant hyper extention of his limbs compounded with his already frail body, Hiroto is, to put it lightly, hyperextends easily. Sometimes his limbs won't set right due to haste or tweaking it wrong. This causes the limb to be pretty much useless or if it's still able to be used, it will cause grinding of the tendon which can cause discomfort in its use and lead to a more serious injury until it is set right.

Living Status Information[/u]

Type of residence: Penthouse Suite
Roommates: (N/A)


Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0

[Hiroto Ogata]

History Information

History:

He limped, then lurched, then staggered as if he were drunk. One foot fell in front of the other, dragging Hiroto
forward along the long, light-less stretch of asphalt. Once he slid to the side, his feet flying out from under him, and his
shoulder smashed into the guardrail — but he clutched at the cold metal for support, yanked himself upright again, and
began walking once again.

Occasionally a pair of headlights would sway carefully around a bend in the road, pass across Hiroto, then speed
rabbit like past him with a shriek of rubber.
The voice continued to batter at him, at the inside of his skull.

Listen.

Hiroto dug his fingers into his temples, as if trying to prevent the sound from reaching. Blood oozed from
under the skin, and there was nothing to cut off. His teeth ground together with the sound of cracking porcelain.

Listen.

He pressed the heels of his palms into his eye-sockets, grinding them there like pestles, but nothing came of it. He
wept blood, and it came away on his hands. Still the pulse of the voice rang in his skull.

Listen.

All that I have wrought, I have wrought for you. You must carry this.
It has taken nights — nights upon nights — for me to sift through the visions, the scrawls, the shrieking. Months. Years. More. Hundreds to Thousands of nights to fashion our story into a rigid form. You have one night to listen. You must...
Listen.

Sobbing tears of blood, Hiroto slid down the bank and wrapped his arms around his shins. Quietly and slowly, he
rocked back and forth as the pulsing voice rolled round and round in his head.

Now.

Our story, of course, begins with Hiroto. Yes. That sticks inside your ribcage, catches at your throat, makes your stilled innards quiver. Hiroto. The name of a man made ash. The name makes you cringe. Things aren't the same when you speak his name, even those who haven't been told what the name means — we all share a shudder when his name is invoked and it is all his doing.

Listen. We rarely invoke the power of his name; perhaps you know why already. It isn't for us to discuss him over cocktails as others might speak of Plato or Hitler. What is there for such as us to say? You might as well describe a hunger pang or a burst of half-remembered lust, because that's what he is. He is nothing yet he is everything, deep back in that dark partition dividing your brain — that warm, wet throbbing that can't be addressed or reasoned with, only tolerated. The pulse that echoes with every word I speak, with every burst of imagery that flashes across the veins of our shared understanding. I speak to you through him.

I suppose, though... I suppose he wasn't always that way. No, not at all. He was once whole, after all.

The story of Hiroto, the schizo, the death dealer, the Shinigami begins in Japan. All our stories begin with Japan, damn it all. They have to. Hiroto was the first of his family to come here. Believing in the hopes and his dreams and his families support. His father and mother had a law firm in Tokyo while his 3 older brothers and himself were virtually raised alone. They all had a passion for music though. Enough that they started up a band and were an instant hit in the Tokyo underground. After being signed by a rather major record label in Tokyo they toured all over the island nation and made some trips to South Korea and Indonesia.

But, not everyone's life is a happy and perfect. Not him, no, Hiroto had to go away, never to see his brothers or family again as his family grew jealous and loathed him, even going so far as to put a hit out on him. Hiroto upon being sent away started to spin out of control. He became unable to sleep, hardly able to eat, something was eating at him, the fever in his mind. He felt as though he was going mad but at the same time the world became clearer, more vibrant, more...beautiful.

Count yourself lucky, childe, that humans have turned to small mercies in this time. They are proud of their learning, and like to make much of their compassion. In the new lands, the diseased is, if not tolerated, at least not sought out with chains and swords. Back then they were not "diseased"; they were "possessed." It was best, they said, to drive the demons from the body by flogging, or to starve the fleshly host so that the demons would grow weak and flee in search of a more fitting vessel.

But in these new times of human rights and the mentally ill. We have survived, living like everyone else. Sometimes you seem crazy when you talk to yourself, but who doesn't talk to themselves once in a while? Anyway, Americans are all like that, just sitting back watching their big screened TVs and doping up on prescription anti-depressants, they hardly see us anymore and maybe that's good when you live where we are. But get ready, for you are going back to a place where you may feel safe, a school. Hiroto. Are you listening to me? Yes...That is your name. Hiroto. Now get ready, for death is waiting for us, but lets make him wait a little longer shall we?

A grin flashed across his face as Hiroto finally let out a blood chilling scream into the night.

[Hiroto Ogata]

Placement	Item(s)
Head
Hat/Bandana	N/A
Earrings	N/A
Glasses	N/A
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Torso
Shirt	N/A
Jacket/Coat	N/A
Neck	N/A
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Arms
Arm	N/A
Wrist	N/A
Gloves	N/A
Ring	N/A
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Legs
Pants	N/A
Shin	N/A
Shoes	N/A
Belt	N/A
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Misc
1	N/A
2	N/A

Stats:

Strength: 5
Dexterity: 20
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 15
Wisdom: 30
Charisma: 40

[Hiroto Ogata]

Market Speak

(A collection of rumors and gossip about Hiroto, some being false, possibly untrue and a few might actually be correct.)




Jargon File

(A collection of quotes about Hiroto)

[Lord Baltimore]

I knight thee APPROVED!