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edit 10/20;; NEW APP ART \._./ mainly because the original was super boring and half-assed < 7 >

[ ♣ MORI DAISUKE ♣ ]


"It's real shitty being the only broken pot in the set."


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sixteen years | may 31st | gemini
first year
nonbinary | dmab | he/she/they
5'2" | 118lbs

[ V. THE HEIROPHANT ]


ame-no-uzume
goddess of the dawn, mirth, and revelry
she dances atop a precarious stage, wobbling back and forth while she moves upon her bladed stilts with precision.
why does she dance? her audience is unseen, trapped in a prison of their own making. what is the point?
but her show goes on, loud and clear as she dons her roles like masks in a play.
will her audience come to join her? or will they continue to watch from the shadows, afraid of onlookers of the spectacle?

clock ► cellphone
weapon ► katana x2

stats
str ► 4
def ► 3
mag ► 2
res ► 3
agi ► 8
luk ► 8
total ► 28

abilities
bonfire dance || offensive || physical || a fire/cut attack to one enemy. ame-no-uzume creats a ring of fire around the target while daisuke slices through the enemy with one of their blades.
dance of fools || support || confuse target || ame-no-uzume is summoned and begins to dance erratically, for the target, confusing them.

[ PERSONAL ]


The nail that sticks out will be hammered back in.

likes
♥fighting | ♥cooking | ♥sweets | ♥quiet music | ♥junk food | ♥soft things | ♥shoujo manga
dislikes
✖too many questions | ✖large crowds | ✖being alone | ✖being touched | ✖personal weakness

polite | intelligent | tactful | caring
naive | two-faced | restrained | opinionated
emotional | avoidant | insecure | distant

Academics | ★★★★★★★★ 8 - Professor
Courage | ★★★★★ 5 - Brave
Understanding | ★★ 2 - Basic
Expression | ★★★ 3 - Eloquent

When one looks at Daisuke, they see...who, exactly? A teenager? A child? A girl? A boy? This is a feeling they themselves feel often, and the actions resulting of said feelings are what drive this child to being so difficult to describe with words alone. Like most people, Daisuke is a complicated, intricate thing we call a human being. However, unlike most people that accept all sides of themselves, Daisuke keeps these sides separated cleanly into two categories, each aptly named as Daisuke and Daisy. This isn't to say that they involuntarily have two 'different personalities', but simply that they are very good at keeping these two sides of themself separate. Either way, they try very hard to 'blend in' with whoever they're around.

As a whole, they're actually a generally happy, albeit somewhat rowdy, teenager. Of course, they find it somewhat...difficult to relate to closely with kids their age, making them a little closed off. A child that thrives off of companionship and acceptance, those that Daisuke is comfortable around will enjoy plenty of time simply hanging out in quiet spaces and simply talking. When in a place they feel is safe, Daisuke lets the wall between 'Daisuke' and 'Daisy' fall almost completely, a patch of swearing here, a tiny giggle there. Though...there are times where they will allow things to slip even if they're not somewhere comfortable... Which usually leads to them intensely covering it up, be it with apologies or swearing.

'Daisuke' is where all of their anger, aggression, rowdiness, playfulness, and athleticism lies. Truly, he is the perfect example of a teenage boy. (or so they think.) He's manly and intimidating, carrying around a chip on his shoulder the size of a small cat. Such an act is fitting for a delinquent, yeah? He possesses a sense of honor and respect that has him treating his family's elders with utmost pride. He follows family traditions and upholds status quo, even if he doesn't like it.

'Daisy' is...well. Daisy is a girl. She's quiet, soft spoken, intensely girly (whatever that means.) This is where Daisuke's love of bright colors, soft things, food, and just generally being comfortable lies. The problem with this, is that Daisy is about as uptight as one can get. Everything she does is judged by what's 'ladylike', or what would be something a housewife would do. She's incredibly polite, nervous, and worries constantly. Where there is one apology, there are twelve, and in conversations, she is the last to speak if not spoken to first.

[ BACKGROUND ]


"You're a man, right? Be a man!"

What does one get when growing up in a family where almost no one is related by blood, and the most 'manly' is the most respected? Daisuke's family is what you get.

The Mori family's credo has been and always will be 'A man's worth is measured by the respect of his peers'. With this credo, Daisuke had always been at a major disadvantage. He was always too short, too quiet, too passive to gain any respect from his elders or his many brothers. 'Be more like your brother!' His father would say. 'Square up, runt!' His brothers would say. Daisuke grew up in a family of expectations and rigidity. If he wasn't like his brothers, he was told to act as such. If he liked or did the wrong things, he was chastised. It did not help that Daisuke felt horribly uncomfortable in this box his family attempted to push him into...but what was he to do but accept it? The usually soft and gentle child became louder, more aggressive as he grew up.

But no one could take living like that for long, not even Daisuke. Ignoring that growing feeling in the back of his head only made things worse. There were so many questions that he couldn't answer. What if he couldn't be the man that his family wanted him to be? What if he wasn't really a man at all?

This is how Daisy came about. Daisy was different from Daisuke. She was gentler, quieter. She only spent her time away from home, shopping for clothes and learning from cookbooks found in her middle school's cooking club room. Daisy only ever wore skirts, never pants or shorts. She kept her hair combed and perfected the art of the stepford smile. No one Daisuke knew was ever allowed to meet her, and nobody did. She was alone. She felt better...but she was alone.

Maybe that could change in High School...

[ OTHER ]


;; Daisy always seems to disappear whenever classes or club is not in session. Daisuke changes their clothes right before and right after classes so they are able to walk around freely with their brothers.
;; Do not touch their hair. They will kill you.
;; One thing that will piss them off is calling them weak.
;; Daisuke is both envious and fascinated by people that don't fit into the 'boxes' they grew up in.
;; Nobody can ever meet their family. If the subject comes up, Daisuke will immediately shut it down if the question comes to them.
;; Daisuke has tattoos, but hides them.
;; They're actually not too bad at Kendo, and would actually try for the club if not for obvious reasons, so Daisuke simply trains at home.
;; As 'Daisy', they will half-ass a lot of things requiring physical activity as well as coordination. They'll run laps for gym just well enough, but as soon as sports are involved, suddenly they're 'oh so clumsy!!'


[ CONTACT ]


Format| GDOCS >>>>>>> discord >> notes/chat
Style | Lit is my MO~ I love love LOVEEEE headcanons too tho!!
Timezone | GMT -6/-8 (I'm in texas now but will soon be back in california for school!!)
When are you active? | Uh...pretty much all the time??? I may not be in chat all the time, but hmu with a note or on discord whenever!
RP Sample | an exerpt from an rp with a friend~
“Isn’t it, though?!” Melissa giggled, casting a goofy grin up at Akio. “I love it so much here!” Though if only she were able to….see MORE of Eorzea...Ah, well. “You’re going to love the beds, too! It’s so colorful and there’s so much greenery and oh..! I can show you my garden! I grow a lot of our cooks’ vegetables there!”

The ferryman’s eyes were on the pair the entire time, furtive glances up at Akio quickly moving down to Melissa and the wounds that had been haphazardly dressed, as well as her foot. He said little as he guided the little boat down the river and toward the lavender beds. It was obvious that the young miss found fascination in this boy...a fascination that he was sure her parents would greet with disdain...but he wasn’t going to say anything.

As the little ferry slowed to a stop at a new dock, Jacques moved to toss a rope about one of the stumps, step out, and gesture to the estate behind him. “Here we are, the Reed house. Conveniently located a short distance from the docks, and makin’ it easy for a certain little bird to sneak out…” He gave Melissa a look, who’d only sheepishly stared in the other direction.

“A-Anyway! My house is up there, Aki..! D-Do you need me to get outta your lap..?”
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