REVOLUTIONIST, emilio ota
posted Feb 8, 2016 22:39:21 GMT -6
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EMILIO OTA
EMILIO OTA
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GOTTA MAKE A MILLION, DOESN'T MATTER WHO DIES.
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GOTTA MAKE A MILLION, DOESN'T MATTER WHO DIES.
[attr="class","rcappleft"]  [attr="class","rcappleftic"][attr="class","fa fa-user"] [attr="class","rcappleftnick"] EM/EMMY [attr="class","rcappleftstuff"] AGE: Twenty-eight DATE OF BIRTH: September twenty-first HOMETOWN: San Francisco GENDER: Male ZODIAC SIGN: Virgo RELATIONSHIP STATUS:[break] Single SEXUAL ORIENTATION:[break] Polysexual/polyamorous ROMANTIC ORIENTATION:[break] Homoromantic/polyamorous OCCUPATION:[break] Spy [attr="class","rcappleftfc"] [b]AXIS POWERS: HETALIA, Kiku Honda[/b] as [i]Emilio Ota[/i] | [attr="class","rcappright"] [PTabbedContent] [PTab= [attr="class","rcappclick"][attr="class","fa fa-paperclip"] ][attr="class","rcapprightb"] [/PTab={background-color:transparent;padding:0px;margin-top:0px;}]
[attr="class","rcappper"] MISCELLANEOUS [attr="class,"rcappper3"] [attr="class,"rcappper4"] An unsettling character, he seems quiet and and distant to other revolutionists, but he's capable of switching personas at a second's notice, crying, laughing, screaming as if he were actually experiencing those emotions. However, he only wears these personas when interacting outside of the revolutionists. He scares people, makes them uncomfortable, because with him they don't know what's real. Is he smiling? Is he lying? It's so hard to tell when he lies so effortlessly, through words or body language, it's all so seamless. So people don't talk to him, avoid his eyes in the places they meet, interact just enough to get his report and give him next assignment. [PTab= [attr="class","rcappclick"][attr="class","fa fa-file-text"] ][attr="class","rcapprightb"] [/PTab={background-color:transparent;padding:0px;margin-top:0px;}][attr="class","rcappbio"] [attr="class","rcappbio2"] His earliest memories are of San Francisco, of the Daiso at the Japantown Peace Plaza. He and his friends would use the little money they had to buy candy and snacks before...Before what? What did they do after? Emilio could never remember and long ago stopped trying to. The memory faded a little more with each day, corrupted a little more with each recall. He didn't care anymore. San Francisco was long behind him, his family and "friends" left in that place, too. On the train to Seattle, he was alone, not a familiar face on board, but that was okay, it was easier when alone. The constant lying was exhausting, had for years been draining him.[break][break] At a young age he'd learned that something was "wrong" with him. His parents looked at his quiet, withdrawn self and frowned. "How are you going to make friends if you never smile?" "How are you going to succeed if you never talk to anyone?" To ease his parents' worries, he learned to smile, to talk, to act and lie. He made himself a mask and wore it to make them a little happier. Soon, however, he learned that everyone wanted something different, demanded a different response. He made a second mask, a third, a fourth, learned to switch them at a moment's notice, to blend them so as to make the change unnoticeable. Somewhere along the line, he forgot who he was.[break][break] Seattle, however, wasn't the fresh start he wanted it to be. The same racism and poverty that plagued him in San Francisco plagued him in Seattle. His half Mexican blood made employers frown in distaste, because they needed someone who could actually speak English and do more than fuck all day. His half Japanese blood made employers thing he was a computer genius, but when it was revealed he wasn't then he was absolutely worthless, because if you're Japanese then you're only good at computers and absolutely nothing else.[break][break] Emilio was on his way home after a less-than-promising job interview when he saw him: A man standing, shouting, giving a speech to a fervent crowd. "Do we have freedom?" He asked in a power-thick voice. The crowd screamed back "no." "Do we have equality?" The crowd gave the same response. "This country's changing! It is no longer for all of the people! It is for some of the people!" The crowd reached its fever pitch, screaming and demanding change and Emilio felt himself being dragged in by the emotions, by something he could actually relate to and understand. He had every reason to join and absolutely no reason not to. [PTab= [attr="class","rcappclick"][attr="class","fa fa-pencil"] ][attr="class","rcapprightb"] [/PTab={background-color:transparent;padding:0px;margin-top:0px;}][attr="class","rcapprpname"] LORD DEIMOS [attr="class","rcapprp"]
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