Hong Kuai

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Name: Anni
Age: 17
Roleplaying Experience: Five years
How you found the site: Can’t remember (fourth character @-@, sorry he took so long!)

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Name: Hong Kuai
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Light brown
Skin Tone: Pale
Height: 5’7’’
Weight: 132 lbs.
Wealth: Poor
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Why they are in La Campana: He was running low on money and came here to teach Geography.[/size]

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Likes:

• Painting
  
• Martial Arts
  
• Reading
  
• Learning
  
• Solitude
  
• Acceptance
  
• Tea
  
• Herbs
  
• Cleanliness
  
• Most Animals, especially birds
  
• Science Fiction novels
  
• History
  
• Geography
  
• Education
  
• Festivals/Fireworks
  
• Fluffy things
  
• Thick blankets
  
• Warm weather
  
• Bauhinia blakeanas
  
• Playing Dizi and Guqin (traditional Chinese instruments)

Dislikes:

• Crowds
  
• Bars
  
• Planes
  
• Rejection
  
• Musicals
  
• Most Children
  
• Feeling Anxious
  
• Hamburgers
  
• Neon colors
  
• Phones
  
• Talking about his Feelings
  
• Meeting new People
  
• Feeling Helpless
  
• Hope
  
• Romance
  
• Fantasy novels
  
• English (it’s far too confusing)
  
• Money
  
• Fears

Turn Ons:

• Soft touches
  
• Being dominated
  
• Cleverness
  
• Poetry
  
• Nice voices

Turn Offs:

• Bad smells
  
• Strong perfume/cologne
  
• Arrogance
  
• S/M
  
• Sweet nothings

Nervous Habits:

• Looking away/not meeting eyes
  
• Getting defensive
  
• Tapping his fingers
  
• Pulling at his sleeves
  
• Chewing on his bottom lip
  
• Chewing on the inside of his cheek
  
• Clicking his tongue
  
• Pinching the bridge of his nose
  
• Pulling at his hair

Fears:

• Abandonment
  
• Owing someone
  
• Love
  
• Reuniting with his siblings, any and all of them
  
• Being ignored
  
• Losing control
  
• His pets dying

Goals/Aspirations:

• Learn at least five languages
  
• Travel around the world
  
• Achieving solitude
  
• Never be abandoned
  
• Never form an “affection”

Appearance: He’s not very tall for a male, nor is he considerably built or well-muscled. He’s trim and fit and strong enough without them—he can indeed take care of himself quite well. None the less, his physique, though strong, is lean enough to be feminine, with slightly smaller shoulders than the average male and a thin neck, as well as a slightly rounded chin. His nose is long and thin, pinkish on the tip. His lips are slightly thin and seldom chapped. His hands are a bit wide and his fingers long. His feet are thin, though not very large, and his legs strong and thin. His hips aren’t curved, but are rather bony and defined. His ribs, spine, and collarbones easily show under his skin. For clothing, Kuai always has some arrangement of traditional Chinese clothing--long sleeves, satins, silks, high collars, bright reds and whites. He always stands up straight, posture not completely perfect, but not, generally, noticeably horrible.
Personality: He doesn’t attach himself to others often. He learned at a young age that most people just wanted to find every way possible to hurt you and, fearing that same pain, he clammed himself up into a burrow of safety. Those that find themselves fracturing that safety will most likely become as the plague and avoided accordingly. For his family, it took longer, but he eventually fled ‘to travel’, the emotional pull too much for his mind to bear. He tends to avoid his fears rather than try and defeat them, as he fears, just the same, failing to do as such, and so he doesn’t. He prefers holding himself captive in a room of silence, reading or playing with his pets, cuddling in a large blanket when it’s cold outside or perhaps practicing guqin or dizi. He indeed loves his solitude very much and hates the possibility of it ending with some introduction of an annoying partner or sibling. Kuai actually gets annoyed fairly easily, but is never the one to show it, or any emotion for that matter, at least not much of it, and it’s always rather hard to know what’s going on in his head because of it. He’ll allow himself a light smile, often small and very faint, slightly bored and perhaps sarcastic. However, while put into sexual situations or those that involve physical contact (family reunion, etc.), Kuai shows more emotion than elsewhere, blushing and often mumbling instead of his usual crisp tone, and he tends to never meet the others’ eyes. He is more likely to snap at someone when nervous, embarrassed, and flattered, than when he’s angry or irritated.

When Kuai falls for another, he falls gracefully, with more emotion than he lets show and more depression than whimsical fantasies or high hopes. The man is rather pessimistic, unreasonably so, and instead of romantic exposures in his dreams, there are rejections and abandonment. Kuai often attributes others’ leaving him to himself, finding it was something he did to make them upset, even though that might not always be the case. Although the feeling of inferiority is rather small and only arises in thoughts of his blood family or lovers, when it does come up it’s often very harsh. A depressed Kuai is not someone another sees until he’s feeling better. He shuts himself up in his room or home and refuses to come out and see anyone in fear of completely losing his composure in an off daydream and starting to cry. The boy is far more emotional than he ever lets on, and seeing him display such a thing is both a blessing and a curse, as you would have never seen it another time, but he’ll avoid you like the plague afterwards. Still, although Kuai seems like a ‘no-nonsense’ man, taking things and situations very seriously, he can actually be rather childish. He enjoys funny shows or things that make no sense. He simply doesn’t giggle out-loud unless he’s alone.

He’s ambitious, goal-oriented, and focused. He seldom procrastinates things, even things more simple, and continuously works on something, as not working on anything causes him to feel anxious and fidgety. Even whilst cuddling in a large blanket on a day off, he finds something to do--such as learn languages by reading, or read how to cook something... or simply read something new, finish an already started book--catch up on grading, perhaps, though it’s doubtful he even fell behind in the first place. Kuai is extremely quiet and tends not to say more than a couple of words in response to others. He finds that if he says any more, they assume he’s automatically friends with them and can bother him as they please, which he does not appreciate in the slightest. Of course, the man is extremely blunt with people, so if asked if he’s friends with another, he’ll most likely simply answer ‘no’ and leave it at that. If asked why, he’ll proceed to examine all of their faults as reasons, though not his own fear of becoming close to another. Of course, his urge to be honest with another, or bluntly cruel rather, often interrupts his supposed ‘better moments’, and completely kills whatever good mood that was working there.[/font]

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Father: Hong Xiang - deceased
Mother: Hong Lien - deceased
Sibling/s:
Wang Yao
Honda Kiku
Im Young Soo
Tien Fu-Chen
Other important relatives:
Kong Mei – Aunt
Kong Peng – Uncle
Pets:
A red canary named Jing, two years old.
A red canary named Kuon, two years old.
A large, fat, fluffy cat named Sheng-Li, four years old.
An orange Koi fish named Yu, age unknown.
History: ((warning: I have no idea the entails of wills or legality, especially in China. Bare with me.))

Kuai was born to a older, wealthy couple. His mother, Lien, was from a very rich family, her father the owner of a very prestigious business dealing with oil in Saudi Arabia. The actual company headquarters, however, were in Hong Kong, which happens to be where Kuai was born. His father was from a lower middle-class family and had began working for the company when he was much younger. The two met by when Xiang was forty and Lien thirty-seven by chance and fell in lust almost instantaneously. A month later, they found that the girl was pregnant, a couple weeks after the death of her father. The two were, of course, married quickly, as to not sour her family name, and Xiang was promoted. Kuai’s parents doted on him, as they didn’t plan to ever have another child and found that Kuai would certainly be their legacy. Two years later and tragedy struck. Lien and Xiang were on a plane to Paris, to celebrate the signing of a contract to a French company when the plane went down. There were three survivors, and the couple was not one of them.

Kuai had been staying with his aunt at the time, a money-hungry fool of a woman that had been married off to a man who was just as poor and idealistic as she was. When the news came, there was a period of mourning when opportunities did not shine. After the funeral, the will was read. Kunai had received every inch of his parents’ wealth. Mourning fueled jealousy, which then turned to anger, and Mei was not above using physical means to release stress and ill-found moods, especially on a boy who had stolen her golden opportunity to have the wealth she deserved, the wealth her brother received by knocking up a rich snob of a woman, thus in turn having the child that had stolen her golden opportunity! As such was the thought-process of Kong Mei. Peng drank himself into soberness, another thing that Mei blamed the child on, and such treatment continued for two years. When Kuai was five years old, he was all too thin and was picked on often. He cradled himself in books that he hardly knew how to read at first, taught himself things that his aunt and uncle refused to. Eventually, though, Mei had an idea. A few months after Kuai’s birthday, she drove to Hong Kong and left him there, on the street, with little money. He kept his fear bottled, his tears hidden, and he slipped through the streets for days until he happened upon Wang Yao.

He found a family in a collection of siblings and no parents, though, in Kuai’s opinion, Yao was protective enough for both parents and an older brother, which was really saying something, you know? He learned quickly from life and books and school and his siblings. He got along with Yao the most, perhaps, and he enjoyed his protection—even so, he knew it would have to end eventually. He graduated when he was sixteen and left for travels soon after. He did some odd-jobs here and there in the country-side, then took his studies to England. He studied there for two years, making few friends in the college he attended, and discovered a taste that he hadn’t tested before—one for those of a male physique. He buried doubts and fears to graduate with honors, then traveled to Japan to teach. He continued there until he moved again, to Spain. It was in Spain that he learned of La Campana, but he waited until he absolutely needed the money to apply for a job.

Roleplaying Sample: Sunday morning rain was falling, a summer rain in the middle of September. It was undeniably warm in Spain, something Kuai had read about and expected, but still despised. He was in the middle of a scarcely furnished apartment room, the living room as some called it, looking around on the walls. Others often expressed that he needed more pictures, more paintings, but he rather preferred having very little. Little things were easier to travel with, after all--easier to move and to arrange. He did, however, have a television. It wasn’t an overly high-tech one, or very expensive, but it worked with the channels he wanted it to have, world-wide and interesting, often rather strange. For instance, talent competitions (e.g., Britain’s Got Talent, So You Think You Can Dance?, American Idol, etc.) were extremely amusing to him simply because he enjoyed seeing all of the absolutely horrible people make fools of themselves on national, and international, television. The fact that most of these people actually thought they themselves were wonderfully talented and the judges were out of whack, was just sad and, thus, he preferred not to think too much on it, wondering how the hell they even got to that conclusion. The man shook his head, ran a pale hand through his dark hair, wide silk sleeve brushing his cheek in respect. The shirt was a magnetic blue with white and shimmering gold designs, black lining, white cuffs and high collar. It was undone, showing a bare, curved stomach, the dip of a navel and sharp mold of pointed hips into trousers just as extravagant as his shirt, baggy until it tightened around mid-calves, small feet kept in dark cotton shoes that occasionally slid on the ground when he walked.

Sheng-Li was crying for food again from the kitchen. Fat little brat--Kuai had fed him just an hour ago. Surely, he hadn’t eaten it all already. The man sighed deeply, ignoring the creature for a moment, though the mewling seemed to excite the overly excitable red canaries in the cage hanging from the ceiling, away from any sort of surface that Sheng-Li could hop on top of and bat at them... or otherwise threaten the lives of feathered fiends. Luckily, Yu seemed completely ignored by the fat feline, settled on the oriental end table beside the small, crimson couch. The walls were painted a darker red, sketched design in black of symbols and flowers and trees, beautifully lined, curved around black, hanging shelves. Kuai was seated at a short table at the window, away from the living-room, closer to the kitchen. Ornate tea was clasped between his boned hands, warming an already overly warm body, with a thick book filled with dates and occasions set aside to his left, leaning against the frame of the window. Said window was parted, slight breeze alleviating most of his heat and fluttering thin curtains. It smelled beautiful through the darkly shaded screen, specks of water between select holes, though the wind was mostly dim, thus not pressing too many droplets against the inside. Kuai’s focus was on the green outside, marveling at the wondrous scene of summer, the month nearing autumn. He had never been in such a warm climate. England had rained often, but it tended to also be rather chilly as well, which made him ill often. After all, his immune system was practically shot. He was sick at least every other week with something or another. Behind him was a globe, settled in the corner where the outershell of the office was made fine, curved a few feet away into a hallway, on which three doors separated his bedroom and main bathroom, marked in color where he had been, where he wished to go, and where was in his best interest to avoid, most of which were sectioned in Africa--not only because of the fierce illnesses and heat, but also because he wasn’t too keen on the idea of being attacked by some wild animal, which seemed most likely there than most other places. Madagascar was also on that same list.

He yawned softly, then took another sip of his tea, leaning back in his chair before Sheng-Li hopped onto his lap and made himself comfortable. The fluffy feline eyed the outside wilderness with admirable focus, blinking yellow eyes only occasionally. Kuai slid his left hand from his tea to stroke the long fur, speckled colors in the midst of white and gray, and rub fingertips against his hair, grace him with a sense of comfort as he himself was lulled into security. Jing and Kuon were bundled together on the highest pole of the cage, sleeping peacefully while Yu was swimming aimlessly. He often felt this calmness after a big move, and his sigh was content and tired, setting his tea onto the wood of his table before he slid his book closer to him and peered closer to it, still stroking the contented creature in his lap, who seemed to be entertaining himself by nosing the screen. Solitude was always his comfort and his protection, he as so believed and had believed for many years, and would for many more, if he had anything to say about it. Fate was a petty thing, but sunday morning was still raining, a wondrous patter to his ears, the warmth of the hidden sun enclosing him like a blanket. He found he didn’t mind it as much as he had before.