Ike Fukunaga

Ike wrote:

⍢ Ike Fukunaga ⍢

Name: Ike Fukunaga
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: 26th of November. National Cake Day.
Sexuality: Mostly straight
Special Characteristics: A few light scars on his arms and torso. He's not sure how they got there.

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Personality:

Ike is a bit of a cake. A three-layer cake. Fitting it'd be cake, because he loves cake. He adores cake. So, he is cake.

The first layer is what you get upon first glance, er, taste. Absolutely lovely vanilla. Who doesn't like vanilla? Boring you say? He's anything but! He's an energetic guy with a heart of gold. Sometimes he's compared to a puppy, as long as that puppy is awkward, can't completely control his body, is a little flirty, and occasionally is perverted. He loves to make people smile and laugh, which is probably why he took up singing and song writing. This is the sweetest and most palatable layer of the cake. Only true grouches can hate this layer. Ike is wild and gets ahead of himself, sometimes not thinking a scenario all the way through before leaping in. At least he has convictions! He'll stand up strong and puff out his chest to danger, especially if he's protecting someone.

The second layer is reserved for friends. It's more of an acquired taste. Not everyone loves the flavor of lemon chiffon, thus not everyone is his true friend. This layer reveals his more delicate side, his insecurities and truths. He's still fluffy and sweet, but easily squishes under the slightest pressure. Sometimes he can even be tart, folding sarcasm and disenchantment into the mix. He feels like something is missing, but doesn't know what. Hints are dropping that he's got some problems going on, ones he doesn't particularly want to ask for help with and will avoid.

The last layer is much darker...literally! It's a dark chocolate layer, deep down on the bottom of the cake! While some can handle the bitter flavor, most find it too strong, especially paired with the other two layers. It doesn't really fit. There are things in life he's bitter over, and the inky darkness within is just as much a part of him as anything. His anger is reserved for this part, all of his righteous indignation and frustration of how the world works. His fears of heights and never feeling complete fester through the delicate sponge like chocolate syrup. The cacao is too OP! But, like cacao, it has many beneficial properties in moderation, though less for himself and more for others as long as they aren't on his crap list.

Where's the frosting, you ask? There isn't any. He's not one that's able to keep a mask on, since he wears his heart on his sleeve and face regardless of how hard he tries otherwise. So, you could say Ike ate most of the frosting.



Likes:

⍢ Sweets: Sweets: Ike loves all things sweet, especially cake.
⍢ Music: He's almost always singing and humming, so the guy is rarely quiet.
⍢ Travel: He can show you the world. Shining, shimmering, splendid.


Dislikes:

⍢ People screaming at him: It's very mean, and he rarely reacts well.
⍢ Mornings: He doesn't wake up early, and if he does, he's probably not much more than a zombie.
⍢ Talking animals: They're creepy and no one can tell him otherwise. He has nightmares about one in particular


Motivations:

⍢ Finding what’s missing: He doesn't know what it is, but something isn't right in his life. It's a nagging that won't go away.
⍢ Food: He loves food so much, he'd resort to selling himself if he had to.
⍢ Personal motivations: He has a few, but he keeps them close to the vest. Once he's decided on the right thing to do, he stubbornly clings to it until it is either impossible or gets done.

Fears:

⍢ Heights: Get him far enough off the ground and he goes to pieces. It's very macho.
⍢ Being forever incomplete: That pesky feeling is torture, so never fixing it is terrifying.
⍢ People screaming at him: He might pass right out from stress.

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General Appearance:

Height: 5’11”
Weight: 169lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Crimson
Skin Tone: Light, peachy even.
Appearance:

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Guild/Council:

Guild: Silver Wolf
Tattoo: Black, on his bicep like a pleb.

Ike wrote:

⍢ Ike Fukunaga ⍢

Name: Ike Fukunaga
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: 26th of November. National Cake Day.
Sexuality: Mostly straight
Special Characteristics: A few light scars on his arms and torso. He's not sure how they got there.

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Personality:

Ike is a bit of a cake. A three-layer cake. Fitting it'd be cake, because he loves cake. He adores cake. So, he is cake.

The first layer is what you get upon first glance, er, taste. Absolutely lovely vanilla. Who doesn't like vanilla? Boring you say? He's anything but! He's an energetic guy with a heart of gold. Sometimes he's compared to a puppy, as long as that puppy is awkward, can't completely control his body, is a little flirty, and occasionally is perverted. He loves to make people smile and laugh, which is probably why he took up singing and song writing. This is the sweetest and most palatable layer of the cake. Only true grouches can hate this layer. Ike is wild and gets ahead of himself, sometimes not thinking a scenario all the way through before leaping in. At least he has convictions! He'll stand up strong and puff out his chest to danger, especially if he's protecting someone.

The second layer is reserved for friends. It's more of an acquired taste. Not everyone loves the flavor of lemon chiffon, thus not everyone is his true friend. This layer reveals his more delicate side, his insecurities and truths. He's still fluffy and sweet, but easily squishes under the slightest pressure. Sometimes he can even be tart, folding sarcasm and disenchantment into the mix. He feels like something is missing, but doesn't know what. Hints are dropping that he's got some problems going on, ones he doesn't particularly want to ask for help with and will avoid.

The last layer is much darker...literally! It's a dark chocolate layer, deep down on the bottom of the cake! While some can handle the bitter flavor, most find it too strong, especially paired with the other two layers. It doesn't really fit. There are things in life he's bitter over, and the inky darkness within is just as much a part of him as anything. His anger is reserved for this part, all of his righteous indignation and frustration of how the world works. His fears of heights and never feeling complete fester through the delicate sponge like chocolate syrup. The cacao is too OP! But, like cacao, it has many beneficial properties in moderation, though less for himself and more for others as long as they aren't on his crap list.

Where's the frosting, you ask? There isn't any. He's not one that's able to keep a mask on, since he wears his heart on his sleeve and face regardless of how hard he tries otherwise. So, you could say Ike ate most of the frosting.



Likes:

⍢ Sweets: Sweets: Ike loves all things sweet, especially cake.
⍢ Music: He's almost always singing and humming, so the guy is rarely quiet.
⍢ Travel: He can show you the world. Shining, shimmering, splendid.


Dislikes:

⍢ People screaming at him: It's very mean, and he rarely reacts well.
⍢ Mornings: He doesn't wake up early, and if he does, he's probably not much more than a zombie.
⍢ Talking animals: They're creepy and no one can tell him otherwise. He has nightmares about one in particular


Motivations:

⍢ Finding what’s missing: He doesn't know what it is, but something isn't right in his life. It's a nagging that won't go away.
⍢ Food: He loves food so much, he'd resort to selling himself if he had to.
⍢ Personal motivations: He has a few, but he keeps them close to the vest. Once he's decided on the right thing to do, he stubbornly clings to it until it is either impossible or gets done.

Fears:

⍢ Heights: Get him far enough off the ground and he goes to pieces. It's very macho.
⍢ Being forever incomplete: That pesky feeling is torture, so never fixing it is terrifying.
⍢ People screaming at him: He might pass right out from stress.

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General Appearance:

Height: 5’11”
Weight: 169lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Crimson
Skin Tone: Light, peachy even.
Appearance:

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Guild/Council:

Guild: Silver Wolf
Tattoo: Black, on his bicep like a pleb.