Post by PORTER GAKU KEMIHERO on Jan 13, 2012 20:14:04 GMT -5
PHILADELPHIA FREEDOM SHINE ON ME
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
PORTER GAKU KEMIHERO | SEVENTEEN | DRAGON | FOLLOWER | JUN MATSUMOTO[/center][/size]
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
I’m Porter Kemihero, age seventeen, and I’m kind of uncomfortable with this.
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
W-well, I moved here with my parents five years ago, from Reading, we, uh, we live in a studio apartment in the city, it’s nice, kinda big, you know. The city is great, nice and compact, the way I like it.
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
I guess so. Uhm, well, I was born In the Lehigh Valley Hospital, to my parents, Sandra and Minoru. My, uh, my dad moved to Reading from Japan, because his company moved, I think. He’s Japanese… Well, I guess you could have inferred that, since I said he moved from there… My mom’s not, she’s a Berks native. I’ve always had a talent for music, apparently. I play four instruments- violin, trumpet, piano, and bass drum. I hate the violin, though. It makes me feel, I dunno, generic. People say I’m a prodigy or something, but I don’t think so. I just want to mix, DJ, you know … Yeah, that’s, uh, that’s it…
What? Y-you want more? Oh, uh, well… Damn, I’m really uncomfortable with this… Well, erm, okay. I’ll tell you. I’m a dragon… Don’t look at me like that! Yes, I can morph into a dragon. Though, my “case” was strange. Only my father is a, uh, a dragon, my mother isn’t. Because of this, I wasn’t hatched; I was born like an average child. I was sort of the, well, the opposite of most dragons- Whereas they learn to morph to a human from a dragon form, but I had learned to morph to a dragon from a human form. We weren’t even sure if I could until I was six. I remember the exact day it happened. My first morph, that is. I was, erm, January 7th, of…2002. It was surprisingly warm out, so my dad and I walked up to the Pagoda… You look confused. You know, the Pagoda! Icon of Reading? Built on Mt. Penn to cover up quarry scaring? … It’s the big red thing that’s lit up on the mountain you can see from the highway. There we go, now you got it.
So, my dad and I hiked it up to the Pagoda. We’re up there chilling for about an hour, and then we decide to head back. Well, half way down, I realize I really gotta take a whiz. I tell my dad and veer off into the woods. As I’m taking care of business, I hear something move behind me. It freaks me out big-time, so I quick finish. As I’m zipping my fly, I hear it again. So… Now, take into account, I was six when this happened. Six. Okay, so I, uh, I hear the noise behind me, right? And I’m scared outta my teeny-tiny pants. So, out of, uh, instinct or something, I morph- I dunno how, I just do- Into a Wingless Asian, which is this type that originates in Asia, duh, and has a long, thin body that glides, not flies, thusly, wingless.
So, there. Now you know my biggest milestone and secret. Can… Can I go now?
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Of course not. Well, uh, I’m Agoraphobic- That means I fear wide open spaces. I’m fine with it if the open space is indoors or the sky, but other than that- no. Just… Just no. I get these little panic attacks if I’m in one. Ugh.
I’m also afraid of discovery. I don’t want anybody I don’t trust with my life to know about my ability. I’m afraid I’ll end up in a lab or a zoo somewhere, and that’s the last thing I want. I just want to be my own person.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
If anything, I… Now, don’t laugh, okay? Promise? Alright. I want to work with Mikunopolis. … Mikunopolis? Oh my… It’s a digital concert with projections of Vocaloids, which are animated characters from the Japanese voice simulation system Vocaloid. It’s this big, crazy awesome concert that travels the word. Now, the, uh, the singers are all digitized, even their voices, but the band is alive and well. And, well, that’s what I want to be apart of. The band. That’d be the greatest thing in the world.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
Oh, so you were going to ask me anyway? That little ramble earlier was pointless, since I had to tell you anyway?
Yes, I believe in supes. All of them, the werewolves, ghosts, psy’s and, of course, dragons. We all exist. We’re all people.
And the System. I know all about that, too. I follow it, of course. No need to get in trouble now, right? plus, they help us out. I don't see how people could hate it.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
W-well, uh, I suppose I’m pretty independent, for the most part. Sure, I still live with the ‘rents, but people say I’ve got an independent spirit. I’m up for almost anything adventurous, so long as it’s not dangerous, reckless, or illegal. I guess I’m just curious. Most dragons are. I’m also described as being an Otaku- somebody obsessed with Japanese pop culture, like manga and anime and cosplay and stuff. I can play all of Bad Apple by Touhou on the piano. And sing along. My wardrobe has an Otaku influence, as you can see, as well.
I don’t like a lot of attention focused on me, and get stage fright really easily. That’s why I like to DJ- people never pay attention to the DJ. I hate giving oral presentations and all that, too.
God, I, uh, I already told you a lot earlier, like my Agoraphobia, and the discovery thing. I hate the violin, but my mom makes me play it. Oh, I, uh, already said that.
Huh? Flaws? Oh, right, right. Well, I, uh, I guess… Hurm. Well, I’m a target. You know, for bullies. Not many guys my age are Otaku and show it. I get picked on. Most of my friends are girls, too, so people also think I’m gay. Sure, it bothers me, but I don’t show that it fazes me. That only fuels them, and that’s the last thing I want. Also, I’m kind of a poor flyer. I can’t stay in the air for long. I love it, flying, that is, but it’s sometimes hard for my body type- Dragon body, I-I mean. Poor swimmer, too.
And I really, really, really hate interrogation, in case you haven't noticed.
I, uh, can’t really… Think of anything else? Is that alright?
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
Huh? Wait! Where are you going!! I can’t read this, I’m Dyslexic!! Hey! HEY! HELP ME!
NAME
Mika, Mika-Chan, or Mii-San! ~ :D
CONTACT INFO
Pm, preferably, but my email’s available on my profile.
EXPERIENCE
Couple of years, now, I suppose.
ADDITIONAL INFO
I also own Eliza!! And sorry his personality sucks. A.) I'm not great with personalities, and B.) He's not great at describing xD
SAMPLE POST
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
SHINE A LIGHT WON’T YOU SHINE A LIGHT.
THE LESS I SAY THE MORE MY WORK GETS DONE
PORTER GAKU KEMIHERO | SEVENTEEN | DRAGON | FOLLOWER | JUN MATSUMOTO[/center][/size]
You enter a dimly lit room where a shadowed figure sits across from you with a thick file in hand. The figure’s face is indistinguishable. A hot cup of coffee made just the way you like is waiting on the table. The figure beckons for you to sit. You do. Finally the figure across from you speaks.
PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME AND AGE FOR THE RECORD.
I’m Porter Kemihero, age seventeen, and I’m kind of uncomfortable with this.
WHAT BRINGS YOU TO PHILADELPHIA? HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HERE? DO YOU LIKE IT?
W-well, I moved here with my parents five years ago, from Reading, we, uh, we live in a studio apartment in the city, it’s nice, kinda big, you know. The city is great, nice and compact, the way I like it.
SO YOU HAD A GOOD EXPERIENCE HERE?
I guess so. Uhm, well, I was born In the Lehigh Valley Hospital, to my parents, Sandra and Minoru. My, uh, my dad moved to Reading from Japan, because his company moved, I think. He’s Japanese… Well, I guess you could have inferred that, since I said he moved from there… My mom’s not, she’s a Berks native. I’ve always had a talent for music, apparently. I play four instruments- violin, trumpet, piano, and bass drum. I hate the violin, though. It makes me feel, I dunno, generic. People say I’m a prodigy or something, but I don’t think so. I just want to mix, DJ, you know … Yeah, that’s, uh, that’s it…
What? Y-you want more? Oh, uh, well… Damn, I’m really uncomfortable with this… Well, erm, okay. I’ll tell you. I’m a dragon… Don’t look at me like that! Yes, I can morph into a dragon. Though, my “case” was strange. Only my father is a, uh, a dragon, my mother isn’t. Because of this, I wasn’t hatched; I was born like an average child. I was sort of the, well, the opposite of most dragons- Whereas they learn to morph to a human from a dragon form, but I had learned to morph to a dragon from a human form. We weren’t even sure if I could until I was six. I remember the exact day it happened. My first morph, that is. I was, erm, January 7th, of…2002. It was surprisingly warm out, so my dad and I walked up to the Pagoda… You look confused. You know, the Pagoda! Icon of Reading? Built on Mt. Penn to cover up quarry scaring? … It’s the big red thing that’s lit up on the mountain you can see from the highway. There we go, now you got it.
So, my dad and I hiked it up to the Pagoda. We’re up there chilling for about an hour, and then we decide to head back. Well, half way down, I realize I really gotta take a whiz. I tell my dad and veer off into the woods. As I’m taking care of business, I hear something move behind me. It freaks me out big-time, so I quick finish. As I’m zipping my fly, I hear it again. So… Now, take into account, I was six when this happened. Six. Okay, so I, uh, I hear the noise behind me, right? And I’m scared outta my teeny-tiny pants. So, out of, uh, instinct or something, I morph- I dunno how, I just do- Into a Wingless Asian, which is this type that originates in Asia, duh, and has a long, thin body that glides, not flies, thusly, wingless.
So, there. Now you know my biggest milestone and secret. Can… Can I go now?
MANY PEOPLE SAY THEY FEAR THE CITY. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
Of course not. Well, uh, I’m Agoraphobic- That means I fear wide open spaces. I’m fine with it if the open space is indoors or the sky, but other than that- no. Just… Just no. I get these little panic attacks if I’m in one. Ugh.
I’m also afraid of discovery. I don’t want anybody I don’t trust with my life to know about my ability. I’m afraid I’ll end up in a lab or a zoo somewhere, and that’s the last thing I want. I just want to be my own person.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR DREAMS? WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS?
If anything, I… Now, don’t laugh, okay? Promise? Alright. I want to work with Mikunopolis. … Mikunopolis? Oh my… It’s a digital concert with projections of Vocaloids, which are animated characters from the Japanese voice simulation system Vocaloid. It’s this big, crazy awesome concert that travels the word. Now, the, uh, the singers are all digitized, even their voices, but the band is alive and well. And, well, that’s what I want to be apart of. The band. That’d be the greatest thing in the world.
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE EXISTENCE OF FAIRY TALE CREATURES—WEREWOLVES, GHOSTS, DRAGONS, PSYCHICS—THINGS LIKE THAT?
Oh, so you were going to ask me anyway? That little ramble earlier was pointless, since I had to tell you anyway?
Yes, I believe in supes. All of them, the werewolves, ghosts, psy’s and, of course, dragons. We all exist. We’re all people.
And the System. I know all about that, too. I follow it, of course. No need to get in trouble now, right? plus, they help us out. I don't see how people could hate it.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
W-well, uh, I suppose I’m pretty independent, for the most part. Sure, I still live with the ‘rents, but people say I’ve got an independent spirit. I’m up for almost anything adventurous, so long as it’s not dangerous, reckless, or illegal. I guess I’m just curious. Most dragons are. I’m also described as being an Otaku- somebody obsessed with Japanese pop culture, like manga and anime and cosplay and stuff. I can play all of Bad Apple by Touhou on the piano. And sing along. My wardrobe has an Otaku influence, as you can see, as well.
I don’t like a lot of attention focused on me, and get stage fright really easily. That’s why I like to DJ- people never pay attention to the DJ. I hate giving oral presentations and all that, too.
God, I, uh, I already told you a lot earlier, like my Agoraphobia, and the discovery thing. I hate the violin, but my mom makes me play it. Oh, I, uh, already said that.
Huh? Flaws? Oh, right, right. Well, I, uh, I guess… Hurm. Well, I’m a target. You know, for bullies. Not many guys my age are Otaku and show it. I get picked on. Most of my friends are girls, too, so people also think I’m gay. Sure, it bothers me, but I don’t show that it fazes me. That only fuels them, and that’s the last thing I want. Also, I’m kind of a poor flyer. I can’t stay in the air for long. I love it, flying, that is, but it’s sometimes hard for my body type- Dragon body, I-I mean. Poor swimmer, too.
And I really, really, really hate interrogation, in case you haven't noticed.
I, uh, can’t really… Think of anything else? Is that alright?
THAT’S ABOUT EVERYTHING. IF YOU’LL JUST PLEASE FILL OUT THIS SHEET, WE’LL BE ON OUR WAY.
Huh? Wait! Where are you going!! I can’t read this, I’m Dyslexic!! Hey! HEY! HELP ME!
FREEDOM SUBMISSION PLAYER PAGE
NAME
Mika, Mika-Chan, or Mii-San! ~ :D
CONTACT INFO
Pm, preferably, but my email’s available on my profile.
EXPERIENCE
Couple of years, now, I suppose.
ADDITIONAL INFO
I also own Eliza!! And sorry his personality sucks. A.) I'm not great with personalities, and B.) He's not great at describing xD
SAMPLE POST
“Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.”
The ghost girl mumbled the Robert Frost poem to herself, her soft, alto voice mingling with the rustling of branches. The willowy cherries swayed with the light breeze that had appeared in the last hour or so. Eliza sat, her knees pulled to her chest, in the middle of the field, watching the fireflies moving between the trees, apparently unaware of her presence. Most were unaware of her- the soft-spoken colonial girl that had been flitting right under their noses for the past two-hundred and eighteen years.
That was something she hated- he invisibility. She wasn’t actually invisible; humans could see her perfectly fine. Most just treated her like she was nonexistent. They didn’t want to see her. She wasn’t real to them. “Just a trick of the light…” She whispered to herself.
Suddenly, off in the distance, she heard somebody yelling, and then an odd howl erupted. She couldn’t make out what the person was saying, but the screams tempted her. She stood, and started in their direction, wanting to see what was happening.
After a few minuets of silent walking, Eliza arrived at the tree line. She spotted a beat up old van, but nobody was near by. She looked up and down the trial. North was the exit; surely they hadn’t gone that way. That left south. She started down the wide, dirt path, once again mumbling Robert Frost to herself. When she’d gotten through the second verse of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” she halted. There was a young man standing there, one leg hooked in the nook of a tree. He appeared just as beat up as his van, and had a wild air about him. “Oh, my…” She mumbled softly.
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.”
The ghost girl mumbled the Robert Frost poem to herself, her soft, alto voice mingling with the rustling of branches. The willowy cherries swayed with the light breeze that had appeared in the last hour or so. Eliza sat, her knees pulled to her chest, in the middle of the field, watching the fireflies moving between the trees, apparently unaware of her presence. Most were unaware of her- the soft-spoken colonial girl that had been flitting right under their noses for the past two-hundred and eighteen years.
That was something she hated- he invisibility. She wasn’t actually invisible; humans could see her perfectly fine. Most just treated her like she was nonexistent. They didn’t want to see her. She wasn’t real to them. “Just a trick of the light…” She whispered to herself.
Suddenly, off in the distance, she heard somebody yelling, and then an odd howl erupted. She couldn’t make out what the person was saying, but the screams tempted her. She stood, and started in their direction, wanting to see what was happening.
After a few minuets of silent walking, Eliza arrived at the tree line. She spotted a beat up old van, but nobody was near by. She looked up and down the trial. North was the exit; surely they hadn’t gone that way. That left south. She started down the wide, dirt path, once again mumbling Robert Frost to herself. When she’d gotten through the second verse of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” she halted. There was a young man standing there, one leg hooked in the nook of a tree. He appeared just as beat up as his van, and had a wild air about him. “Oh, my…” She mumbled softly.
IF YOU CHOOSE YOU CAN LIVE YOUR LIFE ALONE
SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE THE CITY.
