Hikaru Akiyama

[Hikaru Akiyama]

N A M E '

Hikaru Akiyama

A G E '

18

G E N D E R '

Male

S H I F T I N G '

Hikaru shifts into a white fox, as well as his mother.

P E R S O N A '

Hikaru is quiet and confident, but some may confuse his confidence with arrogance. It's not that he thinks that he is better than others necessarily, but he constantly strives to better himself. He got very good marks in school, and never missed one day. He is also hygiene obsessed, and can't stand being anywhere that is messy or awry.

He moved from Japan in order to pursue his dream career: acting. But he wanted to act in American films, since when he was growing up, all his favorite shows and movies were American. He is very fluent in English, as he studied it from an early age, and can speak it with no noticeable accent.

S K I N . D E E P '

Human>> Hikaru is fairly short for his age, being only about 5'9". His medium-length hair is a dark, rich brown, as well as his eyes. He is slightly built, with noticeable muscle on his arms and chest. His skin is a light tan, quite a clash with the color of his shift form.

Shift>> His shift is the form of a small, bright white fox. He has small gray eyes and a small gray nose to match. In his fox form, he can run very quickly, even on his small legs. His ears protrude slightly from his rounded, thick-furred head.

A . S M A L L . T A S T E '

(Yeah, it's a Hikaru post from another site, so... not really canon with this site sorry)

Hikaru was face-to-face with the vast swarm of people in the Tokyo streets, trying to formulate how he would make his dash through them. He refused to be late for his first day of college. But as heavy rain pounded onto his blue umbrella and the color of dense gray clouded his vision, he could only wonder if the weather would permit him to get there at all.

Readying himself, he bent his knees and retracted his umbrella, slipping it into his soaking wet coat pocket. Ready...set...go!

He began to slip his way through the crowd, hearing the hollers of "HEY!" and "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" from all around him. But it didn't matter, he was too focused.

WHAM!

Half-way through the crowd, Hikaru hit a large mass, obviously a person, and began to feel himself fall straight toward the ground, back first. He quickly cushioned his head by pulling his back pack behind his head as he fell, but his back slammed into the hard pavement, where he then lay in a three inch puddle of brown, murky water.

His face contorted in pain, and he managed to open his eyes a bit, to see an older man suspended above him, his face expressing copious effort. "Fuck... sorry. I was in such a damn hurry I wasn't looking where I was going." the man panted into his face. He was obviously foreign: his round eyes stared into Hikaru's, and his body towered over the boy's small frame, both in height and width. But his Japanese was very good, save the obvious accent.

The other man quickly got up, pulling Hikaru back to his legs. The crowd began to hastily make their way around Hikaru and the foreign man. "Uh... don't worry about it," Hikaru said with a half-smile. "It was just an accident."

He quickly tore his back pack out of the puddle, and continued towards the school, not stopping to any distraction. When he finally reached the main doors, Hikaru was panting with exhaustion. He was not too late, and there was still time to get to his first class: History. He was taking American History this year, and even though he wasn't too interested, he figured he should learn, as he hoped to live in America some day.

He headed toward his class, just then noticing that his entire backside and down his legs were drenched in cold water, from when he fell into the puddle.

Ugh.. thanks, foreign guy...

(Hope it's good!)