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Player Name: Val
Player LJ: vavarazzi
Player E-mail: kyuuhitenshi at gmail dot com

IN GAME
Character Name: Wakatsuki Hajime. Everyone who knows him calls him by his last name, Wakatsuki. The only person who calls him by his given name are his parents and Temakoto Ichita.
Character Age: 14
Appearance: Wakatsuki has short black hair that he keeps carefully clean and combed. He'd had a bit of a history with unkempt hair, especially in the mornings, and he doesn't want to look rebellious so he has to keep an eye on it at all times. This results in him having spent a good deal of money on hair products. He also has a surprisingly large amount of freckles for a full-blooded Japanese person. A little on the short side.
Personality: To most, Wakatsuki appears to be nothing more than Ichita's lackey. He's fairly shy and has some trouble expressing his feelings, so he usually sticks to letting Ichita explain things for him, since he knows that they will share the same viewpoint. Wakatsuki's always been a bit of an air-headed person, not being that great at school and always having his head in the clouds. Wakatsuki is not that much of a go-getter and often gives up rather easily. He focuses most of his energy around Ichita, or as he calls him "Ichita-sama", and formulates nearly all of his opinions based on his.
Skills/Talents: He's an excellent artist, though he chooses not to utilize his talent, as it's something that he finds offensive to the Republic. He's also very good at remembering things, especially people. One could say he has a photographic memory. He's also surprisingly good at defending himself physically.
Backpack Contents: Notebook, class agenda/schedule, a comb, shampoo, conditioner, scissors, contact lenses and care kit, a pair of glasses just in case, a calculator, some snacks, and a few pens.
Government Standpoint: Pro government. He's a part of the disciplinary committee.

Clique Type: None.
Leader or Follower: Follower, completely. He's never really had anything to be in control of, really. Even if Ichita were to suggest he be the vice president of the disciplinary committee, he could never accept the duty that comes along with it. He has low self-esteem and feels that there's very little he's good at.
Social Situations and Confrontational reactions?: Wakatsuki's not very confident in himself when faced with big crowds. He lets Ichita do most of the talking and just mumbles agreements here and there. As for confrontations, he tries to avoid them but often finds himself having to approach people for their distasteful anti-government behavior.
Easily Trusting or not: Wakatsuki trusts no one. Well, except Ichita-sama. He always knows best.

History: Wakatsuki spent most of his life in the Kansai area, just moving to this city at the beginning of the school year. Because of this, he's got a fairly thick Kansai dialect that he's trying to work on eliminating, to make himself sound more official. When he first came to the school, he was instantly thought of as weird, probably because of how quiet he is and how rarely he smiles. Temakoto Ichita was the first and only one to reach out to him as a friend, so he quickly followed him into joining the disciplinary committee. He now basically spends most of his days being Ichita's right-hand man, though he refuses to be thought of as high in status in the disciplinary committee at all, for fear of responsibility.
Family Relationships: Wakatsuki lives in a middle-class family, composed of a mother, a stepfather, and a younger half-brother. Wakatsuki has an immense fear of being looked up to, made apparent by the fact that he often purposefully avoids his brother. Both the mother and stepfather are government workers, so he gets most of his propaganda-infested mindset from them.

Roleplay Sample:
A slight shiver. Wakatsuki felt a bit cold, to be honest. But wasn't he at home? No, I guess not....--he quickly opened his eyes, and the world came into focus. A classroom, just like the ones back home, but not his own. In fact, he couldn't help but think this one looked more like his old one in Oosaka. He glanced at the students around him. Most of them were already awake, already distressed. Was he the last one to wake up? No, there were a few others still rubbing their eyes.

A man was speaking at the front of the room. But Wakatsuki didn't want to listen. He knew what was going on. All that concerned him now was that he needed to find---

Ah. There he is. In the desk right behind him. Come to think of it, these were the same seating arrangements from their own school. Well, at least that made communication easier.

"Ichita-sama.....are you alright?" Suddenly he noticed the metal collar around the other boy's neck, and that's when it all became real to him. They were going to win the game together. He was going to kill the classmates that had been so cruel to him before, alongside Ichita-sama. But then....Ichita-sama was going to have to kill him. The friendship he had been nurturing so carefully; burned, mashed, mangled, and thrown into the expansive claws of the ocean to die.

So why did it all sound so beautiful?

Journal Entry Sample:

I don't know what face to show to the world. Fear isn't going to get me anywhere......but neither is false security. I'll have to base my feelings around his, as I always do. If he's calm, I'll be calm. If he's afraid.....well, I'll still be calm because he needs someone to be.

We will kill each other. We will kill each other. We will kill each other. We will kill each other.

Wait...will we? Is this really going to happen? What if I'm killed first? I can't let that happen. I won't let that happen. I...I have to find someone to kill now, while I still can. To feed their hunger for death. I know how this works. I have to get them before they get me. Before they get us.

We will kill each other. We will kill each other. We will kill each other. We will kill each other.

What is Ichita-sama thinking? I can't read his face.

We will kill each other. We will kill each other.

This is why I hope Masashi doesn't look up to me.

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