REVOLUTIONIST, roan fujitani
posted Nov 24, 2018 7:56:41 GMT -6
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ROAN FUJITANI
ROAN FUJITANI
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ROAN FUJITANI
LOOKS LIKE KOZUME KENMA FROM HAIKYUU!!
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FILE NAVIGATION
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ABOUT ROAN
ABOUT ROAN
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ROWAN, RUE
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ROWAN, RUE
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19 YEARS OLD
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19 YEARS OLD
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TRANS MAN
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TRANS MAN
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HE / HIM
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HE / HIM
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ASEXUAL
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ASEXUAL
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HOMOROMANTIC
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HOMOROMANTIC
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SINGLE
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SINGLE
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NOVEMBER 11
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NOVEMBER 11
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SCORPIO
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SCORPIO
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STUDENT + SPY
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in this tale, we'll never be apart. don’t forget, i’m with you in the dark.
in this tale, we'll never be apart. don’t forget, i’m with you in the dark.
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Roan has a generally dry sense of humour, with a tendency be abrupt and deadpan. Mostly just because he fucking loves memes. It doesn’t stop him from being frustratingly sardonic though. It’s something he picked up in high school as some kind of defence from those who’d try to bully him -- try to mock them in return -- and he hasn’t shaken the habit. [break][break]
Roan is extremely passionate about the things he loves, though this is especially true for writing. He’s been writing stories since he was young, and has had a novel in the works for a while now. Even when he has a book he’s trying to write, he also loves to branch out and write random pieces of work. Sometimes he’ll even publish them on his blog or submit them to writing contests.
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He’s pretty nihilistic, but in the sense that he often doesn’t make it a habit of caring about consequences. Nothing in life matters and all that, but he might as well do some fun shit while he can. Ever since he moved out of his parents’ house, he’s adopted a more open attitude, willing to try anything at least once before he deems it as something he doesn’t like.
Roan is fairly observant. Because of his naturally quiet disposition, he tends to blend into the background. Which makes it easy for him to simply watch everything happening around him. You wouldn’t believe the things people talk about out in the open; as their walking through hallways, sitting at cafes or gossiping with friends. A lot of people don’t bother to think of who’s listening. Roan takes advantage of that.
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He’s more outgoing than the average introvert, but hanging around people he doesn’t know well can tend to exhaust him. He has no problems with being alone for long periods of time, as long as he has an internet connection and a laptop. A lot of people like to describe him as nerdy because of that. He has a bit of a problem with hyper-fixation, whenever he starts to like something whether it be a book series or a tv show, he'll be obsessed with it for a good while. He's also fairly laid-back and sweet around those he deeply trusts and feels comfortable with.
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He is tired and more than often, just wants to sleep. Rowan can tend to be insufferably lazy, especially at the end of a long day. But his severe lack of motivation can often interfere with daily activities, and he’ll often find himself struggling to get out of bed some mornings. It feels like doing the basics of looking after himself is tedious, making food and showering can all too often seem like an unreachable goal. On days like that, he feels like he’s in a daze. Like he’d pay anything just to get a few minutes of sleep. But on days like that, he’ll often stumble out of bed and shrug on clothes, before forcing himself out of his door with a coffee to attend classes. And when he gets home, he’ll often go to bed without eating or doing any assignments -- regardless of what time of day it is. Its days like these that his dysphoria is at its worse. Rowan is aware that these kinds of moods aren’t normal, but he doesn’t really have the financial stability to even acknowledge the fact that he may be depressed.
Roan has a generally dry sense of humour, with a tendency be abrupt and deadpan. Mostly just because he fucking loves memes. It doesn’t stop him from being frustratingly sardonic though. It’s something he picked up in high school as some kind of defence from those who’d try to bully him -- try to mock them in return -- and he hasn’t shaken the habit. [break][break]
Roan is extremely passionate about the things he loves, though this is especially true for writing. He’s been writing stories since he was young, and has had a novel in the works for a while now. Even when he has a book he’s trying to write, he also loves to branch out and write random pieces of work. Sometimes he’ll even publish them on his blog or submit them to writing contests.
[break][break]
He’s pretty nihilistic, but in the sense that he often doesn’t make it a habit of caring about consequences. Nothing in life matters and all that, but he might as well do some fun shit while he can. Ever since he moved out of his parents’ house, he’s adopted a more open attitude, willing to try anything at least once before he deems it as something he doesn’t like.
Roan is fairly observant. Because of his naturally quiet disposition, he tends to blend into the background. Which makes it easy for him to simply watch everything happening around him. You wouldn’t believe the things people talk about out in the open; as their walking through hallways, sitting at cafes or gossiping with friends. A lot of people don’t bother to think of who’s listening. Roan takes advantage of that.
[break][break]
He’s more outgoing than the average introvert, but hanging around people he doesn’t know well can tend to exhaust him. He has no problems with being alone for long periods of time, as long as he has an internet connection and a laptop. A lot of people like to describe him as nerdy because of that. He has a bit of a problem with hyper-fixation, whenever he starts to like something whether it be a book series or a tv show, he'll be obsessed with it for a good while. He's also fairly laid-back and sweet around those he deeply trusts and feels comfortable with.
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He is tired and more than often, just wants to sleep. Rowan can tend to be insufferably lazy, especially at the end of a long day. But his severe lack of motivation can often interfere with daily activities, and he’ll often find himself struggling to get out of bed some mornings. It feels like doing the basics of looking after himself is tedious, making food and showering can all too often seem like an unreachable goal. On days like that, he feels like he’s in a daze. Like he’d pay anything just to get a few minutes of sleep. But on days like that, he’ll often stumble out of bed and shrug on clothes, before forcing himself out of his door with a coffee to attend classes. And when he gets home, he’ll often go to bed without eating or doing any assignments -- regardless of what time of day it is. Its days like these that his dysphoria is at its worse. Rowan is aware that these kinds of moods aren’t normal, but he doesn’t really have the financial stability to even acknowledge the fact that he may be depressed.
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+ Roan writes fanfiction under the penname; ‘kinkykitsune’. He’ll often take commissions whenever he can, he’s a college student after all and he needs all the cash he can get, but he will close them if he gets too many requests. Under a different alias he also runs a blog, which he mostly talks about video games or anime. [break][break]
+ He dyes his own hair. He’s not very good at yet.[break][break]
+ Roan doesn’t have a job of any kind, but thankfully the money from his commissions and involvement with the revolution keep him on his feet. He’s by no means rich, but he can get by with a fair amount of ease, as long as nothing bad happens. [break][break]
+ He loves animals, though ferrets and rats have a soft spot in his heart. He plans to get a pet once he’s done with college.[break][break]
+ He isn't especially short or tall, standing at a pretty average height of 5'6".[break][break]
+ His most defined feature has to be his eyes. A bright amber shade, his eyes tend to look like two shiny golden coins. People have complimented them before, and each time it he doesn't really know how to take it.[break][break]
+ Rowan owns an axe. That’s it, he just owns an axe and likes to keep it in his closet. [break][break]
+ He simultaneously loves buying nice things and hates spending all his money.[break][break]
+ In addition to the open toe socks, Rowan likes to wear leg warmers when he’s chilling out at home.[break][break]
+ Roan writes fanfiction under the penname; ‘kinkykitsune’. He’ll often take commissions whenever he can, he’s a college student after all and he needs all the cash he can get, but he will close them if he gets too many requests. Under a different alias he also runs a blog, which he mostly talks about video games or anime. [break][break]
+ He dyes his own hair. He’s not very good at yet.[break][break]
+ Roan doesn’t have a job of any kind, but thankfully the money from his commissions and involvement with the revolution keep him on his feet. He’s by no means rich, but he can get by with a fair amount of ease, as long as nothing bad happens. [break][break]
+ He loves animals, though ferrets and rats have a soft spot in his heart. He plans to get a pet once he’s done with college.[break][break]
+ He isn't especially short or tall, standing at a pretty average height of 5'6".[break][break]
+ His most defined feature has to be his eyes. A bright amber shade, his eyes tend to look like two shiny golden coins. People have complimented them before, and each time it he doesn't really know how to take it.[break][break]
+ Rowan owns an axe. That’s it, he just owns an axe and likes to keep it in his closet. [break][break]
+ He simultaneously loves buying nice things and hates spending all his money.[break][break]
+ In addition to the open toe socks, Rowan likes to wear leg warmers when he’s chilling out at home.[break][break]
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don’t want your brand of protection, [break]
Back when ‘Roan’ wasn’t the name he used to introduce himself, it seemed like his whole life was planned out for him. An only child, bright and observant. Silent enough that the adults he was introduced to fawned over how nice and quiet he was. [break][break]
He’d started piano lessons when he was eight, got straight A’s throughout elementary and middle school. His parents had already decided the college he was going to. The expectations were constricting and never had he had to decide what he wanted. It was always what his parents wanted, what they thought was best. Unbeknownst to them, they didn’t know everything about their child. [break][break]
They didn’t know how Roan felt when he looked in the mirror. They didn’t know what he read online. They didn’t know the things that made him want to cry because this… this was him. They didn’t hear when he confessed how he felt to his friends, they didn’t see their soft smiles or supportive hugs. They didn’t see any of that, and Roan often thinks that even if they had seen those things… they would’ve ignored them. [break][break]
But they can’t ignore anything when he sits them down and says it to their face. [break][break]
Rowan was seventeen when he came out. It was awkward in its execution and clumsy in its delivery. The aftermath was simply the cherry on top of an already disappointing cake. The confession was a sharp impact that burst his parents’ bubble, and he’ll never forget the look in his father’s eyes as he stared at him. Roan often tried to forget what came out of his father’s mouth, but those words felt cutting. They were like wounds on his skin that just wouldn’t heal. [break][break]
For a while after that, Roan could easily be considered homeless. He had minimal contact with his parents, spent night after night on a friend’s couch with only the bare essentials. He still went to school, but the classes were a hazy blur. He often had to borrow notes to get by on assignments and exams. There were a few nights where he was forced to sleep on the rough ground, cold and scared. That went on for months before his mother begged him to come home.[break][break]
Sometimes he wished he hadn’t gone back. Home quickly became yet another place where he slept and ate. Whatever warmth was left in its walls was long gone by the time he came back. He barely saw his father, but that was more of a blessing than anything. His mother was overbearing and her words were always stilted. She wouldn’t let him cut his hair. He tried his best to avoid her as well.[break][break]
Roan stayed long enough until he finished high school, then he moved out. This time, for good. [break][break] [break]
you have been weighed,[break]
The man with a cure found him when he was at a real low point. His utter lack of ambition dragged at his ankles like shackles. He’d been accepted into his first choice of college, yet he could seem to settle on a major. The apartment he moved into was less than stellar, and the piles of boxes were too daunting to attempt to unpack. He’d wanted to get out for a while, get away from the stagnant air of his new home. [break][break]
So, he’d gone to the park. He’d been passing by when he heard it. A man holding a speech. For a moment, he considered walking to a quieter section of the park, but then he listened. [break][break]
A flame. The words spoken were the truth and they lit a fire in his chest -- roaring and white hot, he had no idea such a thing could ever exist inside him. This man spoke of change -- of a better life, one of equality. He spoke of the people who corrupted a country for personal gain, he spoke of the people watched idly as others were beaten and battered. [break][break]
The man spoke of change and Roan wanted it.[break][break]
That’s when he went looking. He was sick of letting other people decide things for him. He wanted to make a difference, make a change -- whether it was to himself or something bigger, he didn’t care. He wouldn’t let others make him hate who he was anymore. He refused to hate himself or the things he loved. [break][break]
In the end, it was the revolution who found him. Doctor X -- the man with a cure -- was intimidating and far beyond anything he could’ve prepared for. He was amazing. For a while, Roan didn’t know what he could possibly offer to further the reach of the operation and then he realised. Information. That was something he could procure for them. The children of many powerful and influential people go to his university, the sons and daughters of politicians and CEOs. He could or he could get close if they wanted him to. [break][break]
He remembered his suggestion was met by acceptance, but also a condition. Those that gathered information were not allowed to spill it freely. He would learn how to say nothing, to wire his mouth shut even when someone else was trying to pry it open. Roan still said yes. [break][break]
And there was also a test. The cold muzzle of the gun against his temple was one of the scariest things he’d ever experienced, and the relief that flooded him after the click of a vacant chamber was almost enough to kill him anyway. After that, he was in. He was moulded into someone stronger, someone with scars and enough knowledge to hurt someone. (He prays he’ll never have to use it.) [break][break]
don’t want your brand of protection, [break]
this kind of love is suffocating
Back when ‘Roan’ wasn’t the name he used to introduce himself, it seemed like his whole life was planned out for him. An only child, bright and observant. Silent enough that the adults he was introduced to fawned over how nice and quiet he was. [break][break]
“They always said things like, ‘He’s so well behaved, mine are so loud and such handfuls’… Yeah.”
[break]He’d started piano lessons when he was eight, got straight A’s throughout elementary and middle school. His parents had already decided the college he was going to. The expectations were constricting and never had he had to decide what he wanted. It was always what his parents wanted, what they thought was best. Unbeknownst to them, they didn’t know everything about their child. [break][break]
They didn’t know how Roan felt when he looked in the mirror. They didn’t know what he read online. They didn’t know the things that made him want to cry because this… this was him. They didn’t hear when he confessed how he felt to his friends, they didn’t see their soft smiles or supportive hugs. They didn’t see any of that, and Roan often thinks that even if they had seen those things… they would’ve ignored them. [break][break]
But they can’t ignore anything when he sits them down and says it to their face. [break][break]
Rowan was seventeen when he came out. It was awkward in its execution and clumsy in its delivery. The aftermath was simply the cherry on top of an already disappointing cake. The confession was a sharp impact that burst his parents’ bubble, and he’ll never forget the look in his father’s eyes as he stared at him. Roan often tried to forget what came out of his father’s mouth, but those words felt cutting. They were like wounds on his skin that just wouldn’t heal. [break][break]
“Sometimes, when I least expect it, I’ll hear him, saying that shit again. Like he’s right there, looking down at me with those eyes and… and it’ll ruin my whole day.”
[break]For a while after that, Roan could easily be considered homeless. He had minimal contact with his parents, spent night after night on a friend’s couch with only the bare essentials. He still went to school, but the classes were a hazy blur. He often had to borrow notes to get by on assignments and exams. There were a few nights where he was forced to sleep on the rough ground, cold and scared. That went on for months before his mother begged him to come home.[break][break]
Sometimes he wished he hadn’t gone back. Home quickly became yet another place where he slept and ate. Whatever warmth was left in its walls was long gone by the time he came back. He barely saw his father, but that was more of a blessing than anything. His mother was overbearing and her words were always stilted. She wouldn’t let him cut his hair. He tried his best to avoid her as well.[break][break]
“My ma wasn’t really all that supportive, but I think she felt bad. She sometimes sends me money to help pay for college and bills, but… she won’t call me by my name.”
[break]Roan stayed long enough until he finished high school, then he moved out. This time, for good. [break][break] [break]
you have been weighed,[break]
and you have been found wanting
“Doctor X? What’s that from?”
[break]The man with a cure found him when he was at a real low point. His utter lack of ambition dragged at his ankles like shackles. He’d been accepted into his first choice of college, yet he could seem to settle on a major. The apartment he moved into was less than stellar, and the piles of boxes were too daunting to attempt to unpack. He’d wanted to get out for a while, get away from the stagnant air of his new home. [break][break]
So, he’d gone to the park. He’d been passing by when he heard it. A man holding a speech. For a moment, he considered walking to a quieter section of the park, but then he listened. [break][break]
A flame. The words spoken were the truth and they lit a fire in his chest -- roaring and white hot, he had no idea such a thing could ever exist inside him. This man spoke of change -- of a better life, one of equality. He spoke of the people who corrupted a country for personal gain, he spoke of the people watched idly as others were beaten and battered. [break][break]
The man spoke of change and Roan wanted it.[break][break]
That’s when he went looking. He was sick of letting other people decide things for him. He wanted to make a difference, make a change -- whether it was to himself or something bigger, he didn’t care. He wouldn’t let others make him hate who he was anymore. He refused to hate himself or the things he loved. [break][break]
In the end, it was the revolution who found him. Doctor X -- the man with a cure -- was intimidating and far beyond anything he could’ve prepared for. He was amazing. For a while, Roan didn’t know what he could possibly offer to further the reach of the operation and then he realised. Information. That was something he could procure for them. The children of many powerful and influential people go to his university, the sons and daughters of politicians and CEOs. He could or he could get close if they wanted him to. [break][break]
He remembered his suggestion was met by acceptance, but also a condition. Those that gathered information were not allowed to spill it freely. He would learn how to say nothing, to wire his mouth shut even when someone else was trying to pry it open. Roan still said yes. [break][break]
And there was also a test. The cold muzzle of the gun against his temple was one of the scariest things he’d ever experienced, and the relief that flooded him after the click of a vacant chamber was almost enough to kill him anyway. After that, he was in. He was moulded into someone stronger, someone with scars and enough knowledge to hurt someone. (He prays he’ll never have to use it.) [break][break]
“I’m sorry, but I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”
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