Post by masaki on May 8, 2012 23:41:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, border: 10px solid #f1e3b4; width: 450px; background-color: #f6f7f1;][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 36px; color: #191919; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 2px;]PERMANENT FILE[/style][STYLE=float: right; margin: 10px 10px 0px 0px; padding: 2px; border: 1px solid #000000;] [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]NAME: masaki asano AGE: 16 GRADE: sophomore SEXUALITY: heterosexual OCCUPATION: none HEIGHT: 5’6” WEIGHT: 112 FACE CLAIM: THE MELANCHOLY OF HARUHI SUZUMIYA, itsuki koizumi PERSONALITY TRAITS:[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]Deeply insecure as a male, Masaki is reserved and quiet, the sort of person who often goes unnoticed, and likes it that way. He gives off a rather melancholic air, often deep in reverie, with a tendency to over think things. Although he seems rather passive and lost in his own thoughts, beneath that he can be a surprisingly driven individual when it comes to things worth his attention. He isn’t as much of a loner as he seems to be, as Masaki does enjoy company, though he simply finds comfort in being around people rather than interacting with them, more willing to listen and watch than actually have to speak. He’s observant and sensitive, though he often acts very bluntly and with little concern for others feelings, sometimes getting too caught up in his own emotions to care much about others’. As soft spoken as he might usually seem, Masaki does have confidence in parts of himself, and isn’t the type to let himself be pushed around and taken advantage of. He’s not quite as sweet and shy as people assume him to be, though he will usually only get malicious if pushed. Usually he is very polite, if not slightly cold towards most people. [/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]ABOUT PAST EVENTS[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] Masaki’s parents had been trying to have a child for many years before they were successful, and Masaki was born the pride and joy of his parents. With a business executive father, his family was better off than most, but not exactly filthy rich either. Masaki had an indulgent upbringing—his parents doted on him, they got him anything he wanted, and in their eyes their beloved son could do no wrong. His childhood was ideal, better than what most could hope for, and despite knowing this perfectly well, Masaki had never felt completely content with his life. Ever since he could remember, he’d felt different, out of place, wrong. He never really got along with other boys his age, with little interest in sports and toy cars—he preferred to play dress up and house, a preference which his parents thought harmless and entertained when he was young. However, as he grew older, Masaki’s parents grew less tolerate of his oddities, and his father began pressing masculinity and aggressiveness onto him. What was a spoiled childhood became a pressured adolescence. Masaki tried to find a balance between conforming to his parents wills—because he loved them, he owed them at least his effort—and remaining his own person, all the while figuring out exactly who “his own person” was. In middle school he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t interested in girls the way he should have been. He liked boys, and for a while he satiated the constant sense of lacking with the fact that he was gay, that that made him different. He even got his first boyfriend near his final years of middle school, and it was then he realized that he didn’t just want to be boyfriends with someone. He wanted a boyfriend, but not to be one. He wanted to be a girl. Of course, this revelation was a rather gradual one, but as he dwelled on it, it all seemed to make sense; it seemed to explain what had been missing his entire life once he started piecing things together from that perspective. Masaki broke up with his boyfriend, withdrew and contemplated the fact. Excessively. As his final year of middle school drew to a close, he’d more or less come to accept the fact that he was transgendered, that he was in the wrong body, that he did want to be a girl. He also did his research, and after a summer of further thought, he decided that it was what he really wanted. High school was a time for reinvention, a fresh start, and it was an opportunity he wasn’t about to pass up. He thought things through, and convinced his parents to send him to a high school in another town, under the pretense of a better academic program, and a childhood friend who wanted Masaki to attend. His parents were doubtful at first, but Masaki managed to get his way in the end. Of course, telling them the truth was out of the question, he knew finding out their golden boy was actually a girl, a freak, would break their hearts; and at any rate, he didn’t even know for sure if this was for sure, it was more of a test run. Masaki passed the entrance exams with flying colours, managing to register himself as a girl by the name of Sayoko Yamada. (Just gonna keep with male pronouns for the sake of continuity here) He was almost surprised at how easily he was able to pass himself off as a girl. He’d tried going out dressed as a girl a few times over the summer, and had grown more or less comfortable with it, but it was an entirely different thing to convince people in the long term, but somehow he managed it. Sayoko made friends, Sayoko was well liked, Sayoko was charming and most of all Sayoko was happy. Sayoko was still Masaki at home, still his parent’s son, but somehow it still felt more bearable to know that he’d realized what had been wrong for so many years of his life. Things were better than ever for Masaki, but anything this good couldn’t last. He was outed when the school contacted his parents (he later berated himself for giving their actual contact information) when their “daughter” skipped class. He wasn’t aware the school had even called until he got home. Masaki had taken to changing into and out of his girl’s uniform at the subway station so he when he arrived home, he was always a boy. Yet he knew immediately something was wrong as soon as he stepped into his home. His parents had had their suspicions for a while, but the phone call had only confirmed that something was wrong. They had spoken to the teacher who had called, and they had both come to the realization that Masaki was leading a double life. His father was furious. Masaki tried to explain, but his father wasn’t listening. He forced Masaki to cut his hair that he’d been growing out, he searched his room, threw out all the girl clothes and make up that Masaki had been accumulating in secret. Worst of all, he ‘corrected’ the errors on Masaki’s transcripts and sent him back to school as a boy. Somehow the truth had gotten out, and nobody wanted to speak to him anymore except to bully and taunt him. It was mortifying, but Masaki understood his father was trying to make a point, and he finished the year, determined not to let that point be made. For his sophomore year, Masaki’s father decided that it would be best to send him off to an all boys school, where he would have no choice but to present himself as a proper male. With all of his female belongings discarded and a school where he couldn’t plausibly attend as a female. Masaki had no choice but to look and try to act like a boy.[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]SECRETS [/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8]The fact that he considers himself to be female and spent most of his freshman year as a very convincing teenage girl is his biggest secret, and one he doesn’t intend to share with anybody. Male pronouns still make him cringe inwardly, but he puts up with them, not wanting to explain himself. He’s a very talented piano player, having started lessons when he was four years old and completing theory by the age of ten. He’s also got a rather good singing voice, though Masaki doesn’t often sing, as he finds his singing voice to be too boyish sounding. Masaki is actually very intelligent, but a terrible student. He doesn't care much about his grades and has no interest in the honour roll or sports or clubs or anything else beyond making it through high school so he can finally take back control of his own life. Despite being the one to ruin the best time of his life and ship him off to this hellhole, Masaki doesn't hate his father. He sort of wishes he could be angry enough and cut off all ties and disobey him, but he still loves him and wants to find a way to make things right between them.[/style][STYLE=color: #191919; font-size: 10px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 10px;]LIKES & DISLIKES[/style][STYLE= margin: 0px 10px 0px 10px; border: 2px solid #191919; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; height: 125px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #ffffff; opacity: 0.8] |
[li] ambient music
[/li][li] music in general
[/li][li] skirts
[/li][li] coffee
[/li][li] tea
[/li][li] mornings
[/li][li] animals
[/li][li] quiet commotion
[/li][li] slightly cool weather
[/li][li] organic and health foods[/li][/ul]
[li] pushy people
[/li][li] ignorance
[/li][li] sports
[/li][li] this school
[/li][li] meat
[/li][li] assumptions
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