中原 中也 » chuuya nakahara

"This young man is someone who lives in the midst of blood and violence. A unique aura exudes from his entire body, that of someone living as if treading upon death."

Chuuya is a wildfire against the night. A warning swathed in elegant, crisp attire that makes a statement where height and a petite build cannot. Despite this, his presence demands respect. It's in the way he carries himself-- nuanced in a cold, calculating gaze that brings the world down to his level with a pride that won't be doused easily.

Those sharp eyes are the windows to the soul, and with it a storm of emotion. Violence, chaos, secrets within secrets, and experiences he keeps close to his chest simmer fiercely in blue and brown. Unruly, unkempt hair frames his face only tempered by a tell-tale hat he's hardly ever seen without. Accessories are always considered alongside it. Heels are a must with any shoe he wears. Leather gloves are always worn as a promise, especially when it comes to work. And a choker to remind him of the storm he brings wherever he goes.





 IC Permissions. 



Backtagging

yes

 

Threadhopping

ask first!

 

Fourthwalling

no



Mindreading

ask first!



Violence

yes; ask for serious injuries

 

Hugging

yes

Kissing

yes

 

Flirting

yes

Shipping

ask first



Killing

ask first



 OOC Preferences. 



PLAYER

nixi

 

TAGGING STYLE

brackets or paragraph

 

TAGGING SPEED

fluctuating



PREFERRED CR

skk, port mafia, the flags, Adam, any cast mates honestly, cross-canon



NOT INTERESTED

romantically: chuuori

 

CONTACT

khaenriah

 

Personality.

On the surface, Chuuya Nakahara is the loud bravado that parades around in vain, classy attire and comes across like the world and everything in it can't burn him down. He carries himself as a leader should—always looking out for those loyal to him. There are debts to be paid to those who gave him a chance and a place to call home; an understanding that the fault is his own when the sheep he feels responsible for turn on him. Of poison and knives. After all, a weapon born from human experimentation can't possibly coexist with those who see him as a resource of protection over a comrade that is just as much human as they are.

A lesson learned in keeping charismatic and selfless airs, but never letting anyone in close enough to be or feel loved again. Because it's expecting too much for the role he must play for the unwanted power thrust onto his shoulders at such an impossibly young age. And when love is shown to him it is of immense importance to covet it in secret, so when it is ultimately lost in the dark world he walks in he can shoulder the blame for its loss and live every day as if it's his last. It's easier to expect nothing from no one than to hope to be shown an ounce of humanity when it's expected of one to be a weapon born from a human soul and 2,383 lines of code.

Over time, he learns to promote a cool, proud, and sophisticated demeanor. Unless one knows how to press the right buttons, he is nothing short of a calm before a storm. It's a role played to keep anything and everything at a distance, to protect what could happen by associating too closely with the likes of him. But he won't let anyone know that easily. That he's capable of caring and looking out for his own beyond a sense of duty to a mafia that takes him in, grants him a home and a ruse filled promise of “friends and family”. That he craves a taste of normalcy among the violence and chaos that follows him around. By no fault but his own. Because a soul woven in code drives him down a path of darkness that he follows simply because it's all he knows and all he owes for the ones who give him a place to belong among other stray dogs.

It's there he finds it. His own definition of humanity and reason to live for himself. Acceptance for his circumstances—that it's just the way he is. Stubborn. Unable to stand down, unable to look away and betray those he secretly grows fond of, his sense of loyalty will always cost him. Whether it's the code of Arahabki or his own twisted soul he must enjoy it. The thrill of a fight, the taste of victory over standing by and failing yet another in his walk of life through the darkness before him. That's why he ends up leading a double life. To live, to exist, to lead, to protect.

His penchant for violence and thrills carries him into the thick of the cabals. It's natural. It's home for someone who is at constant war with his humanity.