Post by ishidatadao on Jan 20, 2011 16:20:49 GMT -5
ISHIDA TADAO.
Maybe you’re just like me, you see the faces in the crowd.
Maybe you’re just like me, you see the faces in the crowd.
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Ishida Tadao
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
Ta-kun, Tao-kun, Tada-san (only used by Gaomon)
BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
13 years old; October 3rd.
GENDER.[/size][/color]
male
RANKING.[/size][/color]
chosen heir.
DIGIEGG.[/size][/color]
Beast
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Atsushi Ootani – Lovely Complex.
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
With a light ginger-brown hair and large hazel eyes, Tadao’s physical conditions are none too extraordinary. Although his body isn’t what one may call “rail thin”, he’s not one to be referred to as “lithe” either. His average build is accentuated by a “naïve” clumsiness, if you will. Being often too relaxed for his own good, Tadao is often seen tripping over an undone shoe lace or (even more often) stumbling over his own feet. His outfit consisting of nothing but a pair of dark grey pants, blue striped shirt, and a white short-sleeve jacket (with a star imprinted over the pocket on it’s left side); he’s the sort of guy who could go by perfectly unnoticed in midst a crowd.
He’s a near to perfect balance between his parents; having inherited his mother’s eye color and hair color while maintaining his father’s physical shape. While he’s the spitting image of either his parents, it’s hardly correct to assume him to be “just like” his parents.
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
Being entirely naïve, it’s not uncommon to see Tadao stunned or widely surprised by pretty much anything that’s said to him. His docile nature makes him quite susceptible to intimidation, proving to be a great obstacle when faced with battle or violence of any kind. More over, his quiet demeanor can cause considerable inner turmoil and self-doubt regarding his own capabilities.
While he has plenty reasons with which to be denoted a “sissy” or perhaps “weak at mind”, his more subtle qualities make for a notable companion (if not at least a “loveable acquaintance”). With a rather clumsy and gentle manner, he’s often a very light and cheerful presence to have around. In times, one would only need his ungraceful and comical mistakes to find themselves spirited. He’s also very prone to random acts of kindness; not like “donating to the poor” or “joining a cause” kindness. More like “carrying your books” or “sitting beside you while you need me” kindness. He’s rather sharp for knowing when he’s needed, he’s even sharper for knowing when his presence becomes unnecessary.
He rarely makes friends, however he tends to work well with people when they approach him instead. Often, his moments of gentleness have earned him good respects among his peers. While initially he might suffer a slight bit of bullying around for being a “runt” of sorts, Tadao soon finds himself in better arms once he’s had a chance to show that he truly means no one any harm. Besides, who can’t at least tolerate a clumsy pre-teen with a habit of handing out home baked cookies?
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
father; Ishida Yamato
mother; Ishida Sora
siblings(s); Ishida Ayako
Sora and Yamato were a somewhat unlikely match. Whilst it seemed the girl was rather smitten with Taichi, a sudden change of heart occurred shortly after Yamato created his own band and Sora presenced his more creative nature. From this charming couple were born two children; Ayako and Tadao.
Unlike his sister, Tadao doesn’t have the gift for sports. He doesn’t have his mother’s finesse with fashion and art either. In fact, he didn’t even inherit his father’s love for music or affinity with space travel. He’d bred a bizarre hobby along the years… having been inspired by his aunt Mimi. Tadao is a talented cook, particularly good with the concoction of all forms of sweets regardless of their difficulty. He’d been an average student in all else, having never really made a name for himself in any course. He’d only shown outstanding capabilities in the Home Education class and the Culinary class. It seemed that he was well on his way to be a house-husband.
As for his relationships… they tended not to go too far beyond the acquaintance level. Other than his family, his school colleagues weren’t all that close to him at all. Nothing beyond a “Tadao seems to be a nice guy”. Back home, he’s build a steady and loving relationship with his mother especially, spending much of his free time helping her cook or watching with daft amazement as she worked away on her fashion works. He and Ayako grew close, as would any pair of siblings; however in their few arguments, he tended to come up short and on the lower end (both due to his passive nature and to being the youngest of the two siblings).
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Anna
AGE.[/size][/color]
19 years old
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
Astamon
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
Between his roaring celphone and his revolting computer, Tadao found himself slowly convinced that technology was just NOT his calling.
Currently holing himself in the library (where any and all eletronics were turned off for the sake of silence), he hid himself into one of the countless cook books he’d already read. How he wished to return home, if only to spend his waning hours within the kitchen. There he’d freely concoct all sorts of appetizing sweets and pastries to his heart’s content. More importantly, he’d be distant from any form of electrical appliance. Save for the refrigerator… and the microwave… and that tiny radio his mother had insisted on setting there in order to make the room more appealing…
Why must technology haunt him so?
In desperate attempt of refusing the reality that currently surrounded him, the young boy distracted himself in a particularly delicious looking recipe for a Gannesh. Creamy chocolate pies were always the best ingredient when attempting to ameliorate a bad mood.
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He was perfectly unaware of the chaos that proceeded just outside the library doors; where any and all celphones in a hundred meter radius from the building rang and rang with pleading tones, calling for the boy which deafly remained within his impeding imagination.
Help us… Help us…
We’re still here…
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