Post by mouse on Mar 1, 2009 9:47:09 GMT 9
((I blame Ayumu for this >.>))
Name: Yonai Ko 米内 康
Nick Name:
Age: 23
Occupation: Mangaka Assistant
Appearance: Short as they come, Ko barely grazes 5'5" with his hair spiked up and platform shoes on. What he lacks in height he makes up for in pure fashion sense. Not one to be told what is or is not "in," Ko makes and breaks his own fashion rules on a daily basis. When left loose, the longest layer of his hair would probably hang a few inches below his shoulders--however it's almost never let down. Instead, Ko uses a variety of product to shape the various layer's he's cut into his own hair, spiking them in most every direction and with bangs left to frame his face.
Ko's hair is naturally an ash-brown, which he has further bleached into grey-blond perfection. His skin is light, setting of pink, full lips and a pair of light amber eyes framed by long, ash-brown lashes. Where the average person has three holes in his head--nostrils and mouth--Ko has decided to add as many as he can. His "snake bite" piercings are normally set with thin silver rings, the left of which is connected by a chain to his left earlobe, where it's commonly attached to a cubic-zirconia stud. More loops of various metallic colours are threaded through holes in his ears--twelve to the left and fifteen to the right. Two piercings dot the end of each of his eyebrows, and his right nostril is accented by a tiny bit of cubic-zirconia to match his lobe-studs.
Yet Ko's love of jewelry isn't limited only to his face. Often seen sporting a variety of necklaces, belts and writs bands, Ko doesn't seem to care much about what goes on his body so long as it's colourful and matches his outfit. Platform shoes are one of his constants, and he seems to have developed a large love for anything plad, studded or containing a multitude of pointless zippers. All in all, he's the kind of guy who gets noticed when he goes out, and he quite well enjoys it that way.
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Personality: Fussy is the first word which most people use to describe this little hellion; "annoying" is the usual second and "bitchy" the third. Ko is equally unbothered by all three--he doesn't really care what other people think of him, so long as he's getting his job done. If that means alienating everyone he's worked with and being regarded as a typically unsavory character to hang out with, then that's fine. He's the best assistant in the world, when it comes to getting the job done on time, and he knows it.
Ko's major "problem" is that he knows how he wants his life, how to get there and isn't much impressed by anyone who looks like they're going to try and stop him. Try being the key word. Every door shut in his face only means that it's going to get broken down--Ko will stop for nothing and no one. This, combined with his loud, no-nonsense manner has won him few friends, but the general, grudging respect of his employers.
His art is his life--even if he will never get anywhere with it on his own. Though able to, technically drawn anything that is set before him, Ko lacks that certain "something," call it pizazz, inspiration or talent, which keeps him from doing anything of his own. Rather than become a second rate painter of landscapes or inspiration-less portrait art, Ko found his niche in the market in harassing, abusing and generally strong-arming Mangaka into meeting their deadlines. He inks, he does backgrounds and tones, he adds text and he'll even bring you your caffeine fix! Nothing will stop Ko from making sure that you get your job done, even if he has to push you to your limits to do it! His technique works so well, in fact, that most mangaka he works with beg their editors to find them new, softer-handed assistants once that hard deadline has passed. Thus he's earned himself the position of a "last resort" for those who consistently neglect or miss their deadlines.
Beyond the all-or-nothing duties of his day job, Ko spends what little free time he allows himself writing. He believes his writing to be as uninspired as his art is, and thus refuses to show it to anyone (unfortunately, he's wrong in this, but won't ever know it) but vastly enjoys his little fantasy world. He can often be found at Starbucks in the middle of the night, enjoying his umpteenth cup of coffee and the latest chapter he's writing upon his handy laptop.
History: His parents really should have known better than to name their son "peace." That sort of wishful thinking only leads to misfortune--at least in their family. The last child in a line of six, all bearing similarly unfortunate names, Ko wasn't an easy toddler, child, teenager or adult. He began his life on a fortuitous enough note--he didn't seem to be a very loud baby. Ko slept through the night, ate when he was offered food, stared brightly at the world about him when he was left alone. Ko's problem came from being overly ambitious and curious about the world about him.
He learned to crawl at an early... and all hell broke loose.
It seemed to his poor, put upon mother that her youngest son was a genius lock-picker. He had to be! Despite having "baby proofed" the house ages ago, when his eldest sibling was born, Ko managed to get into anything and everything he wasn't supposed to. He would go missing at odd times of the day or night, and be found under the kitchen sink or eating dog-food in the cabinet. His parents became so used to finding their toddler sleeping with the family pet that they soon gave up trying to seperate the two of them.
His artistic inclinations came in as early as his insistently curious nature. When he learned that dog food wasn't to eat, he decided it was a useful tool for painting the kitchen floor and walls with. His mother's make up came in handy for that next, and then his sisters' shampoo and flour and anything else he could get his grubby toddler hands upon. Rarely did a day go by in which Ko wasn't covered head to toe with a variety of strange substances no one wanted to know the origin of.
Nor were his brothers any help in this. As soon as he was old enough (which by their standards meant that he'd figured out how to walk) his delinquent brothers began to take them along with them upon their "adventures." This included anything and everything from harmless trips to the park when they were supposed to be at the shrine, to sneaking out after dark to paint graffiti along the underpass. The latter Ko enjoyed so well that he soon began to do this whenever he could. This lead to his first arrest at the age of ten.
Since he was a juvenile, the cops did little more than turn him over to his exasperated parents but his nightly expeditions were then cut to a standstill. His siblings all grew up, slowly leaving him behind and Ko was eventually the last of their children remaining at home while he finished school. His rebellious nature hadn't faltered, even after several other close encounters with police kind.
When he finished school and his parents began to hint that they thought it was time that he went out on his own, Ko was all too willing to pack up his shit and leave. With a portfolio of doodles, he went bright eyed to an art studio looking for a job. He was good enough to be hired off the street, but as his time there went on it became clear that he lacked the skill to ever dream of promotion. He was a grunt boy, and not a very well respected one--and it bothered him.
It was by pure chance that he stumbled across an ad for assistants through a manga publishing house. He thought that he might have a better chance of getting his own name out there if he worked for mangaka for awhile and learned the skills to make his own comics. Without a second thought, Ko applied for the job, got it and left the art studio with no regrets.
Two years of working for other artists and attempting to make his own comics on the side only proved to Ko that he didn't have what it took to make it in the world with his art. His ideas were laughable next to the great artists he worked beside every day--yet somehow this didn't depress him for he had discovered a true and original talent: the art of annoying the piss out of his boss and getting away with it. Soon enough he had a reputation and a good deal of respect, just the way he'd always wanted, and now... he was getting paid to be the pain in the ass he was born to be.
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Name: Yonai Ko 米内 康
Nick Name
Age: 23
Occupation: Mangaka Assistant
Appearance: Short as they come, Ko barely grazes 5'5" with his hair spiked up and platform shoes on. What he lacks in height he makes up for in pure fashion sense. Not one to be told what is or is not "in," Ko makes and breaks his own fashion rules on a daily basis. When left loose, the longest layer of his hair would probably hang a few inches below his shoulders--however it's almost never let down. Instead, Ko uses a variety of product to shape the various layer's he's cut into his own hair, spiking them in most every direction and with bangs left to frame his face.
Ko's hair is naturally an ash-brown, which he has further bleached into grey-blond perfection. His skin is light, setting of pink, full lips and a pair of light amber eyes framed by long, ash-brown lashes. Where the average person has three holes in his head--nostrils and mouth--Ko has decided to add as many as he can. His "snake bite" piercings are normally set with thin silver rings, the left of which is connected by a chain to his left earlobe, where it's commonly attached to a cubic-zirconia stud. More loops of various metallic colours are threaded through holes in his ears--twelve to the left and fifteen to the right. Two piercings dot the end of each of his eyebrows, and his right nostril is accented by a tiny bit of cubic-zirconia to match his lobe-studs.
Yet Ko's love of jewelry isn't limited only to his face. Often seen sporting a variety of necklaces, belts and writs bands, Ko doesn't seem to care much about what goes on his body so long as it's colourful and matches his outfit. Platform shoes are one of his constants, and he seems to have developed a large love for anything plad, studded or containing a multitude of pointless zippers. All in all, he's the kind of guy who gets noticed when he goes out, and he quite well enjoys it that way.
Image:
Personality: Fussy is the first word which most people use to describe this little hellion; "annoying" is the usual second and "bitchy" the third. Ko is equally unbothered by all three--he doesn't really care what other people think of him, so long as he's getting his job done. If that means alienating everyone he's worked with and being regarded as a typically unsavory character to hang out with, then that's fine. He's the best assistant in the world, when it comes to getting the job done on time, and he knows it.
Ko's major "problem" is that he knows how he wants his life, how to get there and isn't much impressed by anyone who looks like they're going to try and stop him. Try being the key word. Every door shut in his face only means that it's going to get broken down--Ko will stop for nothing and no one. This, combined with his loud, no-nonsense manner has won him few friends, but the general, grudging respect of his employers.
His art is his life--even if he will never get anywhere with it on his own. Though able to, technically drawn anything that is set before him, Ko lacks that certain "something," call it pizazz, inspiration or talent, which keeps him from doing anything of his own. Rather than become a second rate painter of landscapes or inspiration-less portrait art, Ko found his niche in the market in harassing, abusing and generally strong-arming Mangaka into meeting their deadlines. He inks, he does backgrounds and tones, he adds text and he'll even bring you your caffeine fix! Nothing will stop Ko from making sure that you get your job done, even if he has to push you to your limits to do it! His technique works so well, in fact, that most mangaka he works with beg their editors to find them new, softer-handed assistants once that hard deadline has passed. Thus he's earned himself the position of a "last resort" for those who consistently neglect or miss their deadlines.
Beyond the all-or-nothing duties of his day job, Ko spends what little free time he allows himself writing. He believes his writing to be as uninspired as his art is, and thus refuses to show it to anyone (unfortunately, he's wrong in this, but won't ever know it) but vastly enjoys his little fantasy world. He can often be found at Starbucks in the middle of the night, enjoying his umpteenth cup of coffee and the latest chapter he's writing upon his handy laptop.
History: His parents really should have known better than to name their son "peace." That sort of wishful thinking only leads to misfortune--at least in their family. The last child in a line of six, all bearing similarly unfortunate names, Ko wasn't an easy toddler, child, teenager or adult. He began his life on a fortuitous enough note--he didn't seem to be a very loud baby. Ko slept through the night, ate when he was offered food, stared brightly at the world about him when he was left alone. Ko's problem came from being overly ambitious and curious about the world about him.
He learned to crawl at an early... and all hell broke loose.
It seemed to his poor, put upon mother that her youngest son was a genius lock-picker. He had to be! Despite having "baby proofed" the house ages ago, when his eldest sibling was born, Ko managed to get into anything and everything he wasn't supposed to. He would go missing at odd times of the day or night, and be found under the kitchen sink or eating dog-food in the cabinet. His parents became so used to finding their toddler sleeping with the family pet that they soon gave up trying to seperate the two of them.
His artistic inclinations came in as early as his insistently curious nature. When he learned that dog food wasn't to eat, he decided it was a useful tool for painting the kitchen floor and walls with. His mother's make up came in handy for that next, and then his sisters' shampoo and flour and anything else he could get his grubby toddler hands upon. Rarely did a day go by in which Ko wasn't covered head to toe with a variety of strange substances no one wanted to know the origin of.
Nor were his brothers any help in this. As soon as he was old enough (which by their standards meant that he'd figured out how to walk) his delinquent brothers began to take them along with them upon their "adventures." This included anything and everything from harmless trips to the park when they were supposed to be at the shrine, to sneaking out after dark to paint graffiti along the underpass. The latter Ko enjoyed so well that he soon began to do this whenever he could. This lead to his first arrest at the age of ten.
Since he was a juvenile, the cops did little more than turn him over to his exasperated parents but his nightly expeditions were then cut to a standstill. His siblings all grew up, slowly leaving him behind and Ko was eventually the last of their children remaining at home while he finished school. His rebellious nature hadn't faltered, even after several other close encounters with police kind.
When he finished school and his parents began to hint that they thought it was time that he went out on his own, Ko was all too willing to pack up his shit and leave. With a portfolio of doodles, he went bright eyed to an art studio looking for a job. He was good enough to be hired off the street, but as his time there went on it became clear that he lacked the skill to ever dream of promotion. He was a grunt boy, and not a very well respected one--and it bothered him.
It was by pure chance that he stumbled across an ad for assistants through a manga publishing house. He thought that he might have a better chance of getting his own name out there if he worked for mangaka for awhile and learned the skills to make his own comics. Without a second thought, Ko applied for the job, got it and left the art studio with no regrets.
Two years of working for other artists and attempting to make his own comics on the side only proved to Ko that he didn't have what it took to make it in the world with his art. His ideas were laughable next to the great artists he worked beside every day--yet somehow this didn't depress him for he had discovered a true and original talent: the art of annoying the piss out of his boss and getting away with it. Soon enough he had a reputation and a good deal of respect, just the way he'd always wanted, and now... he was getting paid to be the pain in the ass he was born to be.
Additional: