Niso Konto Jan 6, 2019 15:47:33 GMT
Post by Niso Konto on Jan 6, 2019 15:47:33 GMT
|Birthday||Jan 25, 1998|
|Face Claim||[b]Medaka Box[/b] - Kumagawa Misogi as [i]Niso Konto[/i]|
Height: 5'8 (173 cm) | Build: Lean, Frail, yet toned.
Niso is an average teen in many ways. At least visually. He has a somewhat lanky and skinny build, but is strong from the muscles puberty granted him, if not overly so. He often prefers roomier but 'firm' clothes, those that are a little big on his body but seem more 'straight' than overly baggy, hanging off his frame just the right amount. His hair is usually messy and unkept, though never to the point it gets tangled showing he does look after himself at least a little.
Niso has had a long and messy history, and briefly rather...dark tendancies, though thanks to his partner he has become, in a way at least, far more balanced. The once dark mind that could rip someone to pieces without a second thought...well he's still there, but he's far less likely to be indulged. Niso inherently worships his self made concepts of 'chaos' above all else.
Sera's influence over him has tamed his perception of how to express this though. Still oblivious to many emotions, he does make an effort to interpret them when he feels it matters, and for those 'on his side' he'd far prefer to see them smiling than to not. His heart is in many ways still cold and barren, but for the few people that can warm it he's willing to throw himself at danger over and over again for them.
On a calmer note, Niso's chaos is represented through his weird ignorance, and adherance to certain norms. The upbringing he had lead has instilled him with small things like the desire to fold his clothes, but his lack of guidance through more formative years expresses itself in his eccentric sense of decoration, or his ability to eat cereal for any meal of the day without shame.
Despite his calmer life now however, Niso is still always a hair's length away from some form of release. Too much mundanity can build a numbness in his head and he needs some form of release to get rid of it, whether this be some small prank, or something much grander and destructive.
Niso came from a Pokemon world.
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Niso's history has little meat to it. At least little that he's willing to share. He was born in the Unova region, Castelia to be specific. His parents were somewhat well off, and his upbringing was aided by that fact. He tended to get what he desired should he behave appropriately, attended a rather high brow private school, and even received good grades over his years studying in Unova. No one in his family, nor in his small group of friends could say there was much wrong with him, besides perhaps he was a bit of an introvert, and wouldn't often make the effort to see friends outside of school.
At the age of 15 he was reported missing. Not by his parents, but by a member of the family, for you see...his family were not in any condition to be calling anyone. Or speaking for that matter...or breathing.
They were dead, is what I'm trying to say.
You see, that day, Niso had received a sort of...epiphany. For the longest time he'd felt an odd uncomfortable sense residing in his own skin. He had gone along with the natural order of things day in and day out. Get up. Eat your breakfast. Get dressed. Walk to school. Attend school. Laugh at your friends pathetic jokes. Re-assure your pathetic friends that their life matters. Secondary lessons. Walk home. Eat dinner. Homework. Bed. He desired something different, something out of the ordinary. Something that transcended the natural order. Something purer, unpredictable, and most of all, entertaining.
He desired chaos.
His epiphany had him dub himself the son of the true natural order. The inherent chaos that truly controlled the universe in it's early creation. The issue was, to truly take on this role, he needed to break his ties to the order he had been a part of all his life. He needed to leave his home, leave his region, leave his parents....or perhaps...they needed to leave him. Leave this mortal coil entirely. The thought almost made him chuckle as it occurred to him. What better way to prove his dedication to this new role than to kill those who had taught him to obey order in the first place?~
After the "event", witnesses could report that they had seen Niso that day, walking towards the docks, an eerie smile upon his face. One they had never seen before, as though burden had been lifted from the boy's shoulders, or perhaps he had just realized something that had taken him far too long to comprehend. Last people saw of him, he had hopped aboard a boat to Veria. Such a shame that no one bothered to check where the boat was going. They may have been able to ask why he was smiling if such where the case.
Of course such witness testimonies had made him a prime suspect in his parents murder, but with no one able to testify as to where is boat left to, it was impossible to track him down to any specific location. Afterall, there are so many regions he could have traveled to.
Now in the Veria region, Niso travels the region, making a home on the Sinclair line. He still attends school though lord knows shy. If you were to ask any of their classmates what they thought of him, they may say his mere presence makes them feel uncomfortable, though none can truly be sure why.
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Over time Niso gained the one thing he truly craved. Through the subjugation of what would be considered a god by some in the world of Pokemon, Niso drained the life of many pokemon and plantlife to achieve something akin to true immortality as he so desired. With his inherent fear of death removed, he was truly free to perform chaos as he wished.
Weirdly enough, the world dosn't always work out for the bad guys, at least not in the way he'd expect. Having created a hostage situation just for the hell of it with the aid of some associates, Niso had ended up meeting the girl he would fall in love with. She took risks and bold moves, actions no other sane person would have in her situation. An embodiement of chaos in a moment he felt he controlled, and in truth his mind was locked on this odd, kindred spirit since.
Perhaps through less than...pleasant methods (He stalked her), he ended up seeing more and more of this girl, and after recieving advice from their closest friend at the time (under duress perhaps but advice all the same) ended up asking her out. She made her own desires clear, that she was a free spirit who's love was given freely. To him, being asked to allow her to love others was nothing. Would he truly love her if he did not accept everything she did? If he did not truly admire her in ever act? Perhaps he idoloized her a little much at that stage, but even now as his love as calmed, it is still incredibly strong, and he would never want her to remain solely his, unless she desired it too.
Over time he and his love went on many adventures, even gaining further friends, even if they all became somewhat endangered for knowing him so closely, but for the most part, they stuck by him, or at the very least, kept his secret for Sera's sake. It seemed his days of chaos would never be over however, as now he finds himself here in a distant world...