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name ; dakota ren shimizu
age ; 17
grade ; junior
mood ; grief
appearance ; dakota has a very angular face framed with messy, dark hair that is either grown too long or cut too short. his nearly black eyes are complimented by particularly long eye-lashes and youthful crow's feet that appear whenever the boy smiles. his grin is one of a young boy's: full of naiveté and innocence.
mood powers ; unknowingly, dakota has the power to inflict the feeling of exhaustion on both himself and others.
personality ; dakota is a kind, cautious boy. he is the friend who bakes goods for one's birthday. actually, he would bake goods for anyone. as an aspiring owner of his family's bakery, he spends his free time at the counter of the kitchen rolling dough, frosting cookies, decorating cakes ... it's a passion that dakota had ever since he watched his mother and father in the shop as a toddler.
dakota is sacrificial. at school, he tends to stick by the teachers' sides at breaks and helps them with whatever they need, be it getting copies or setting up an activity for the next class. his academics are a priority; his family stresses good education, but achieving one has always been a goal of his. he takes advanced placement classes to pride his family and to also extend his own fascination with subjects like biology and english. the boy busies himself with work and school nearly every minute of the day. he rarely sits still. this is because, ever since he was an adolescent, he has had severe depression. this condition sends him into anxious fits of self hatred, spells of fatigue, and mental blocks that he just can't seem to shake off. even in such hard times, he tries his best to try in his school work and in his family's bakery to not be a burden.
biography ; dakota's family moved from japan before he was born. the immigration was to start anew after his father was fired from his job and left with nothing but a hungry family of two elders, a pregnant wife, and three children. so, they moved halfway through dakota's mother's pregnancy with the boy. the family was already set on moving to the west, hence the western names, but they hadn't known that it was going to be this soon. the bakery started up when the boy turned about two. his grandparents watched all four children as his parents worked hard to earn enough money for the rent of their crowded two-bedroom apartment in the "rough" part of the city. when dakota turned six, the bakery somehow attracted more business than ever before; an event must have been happening in the city, or perhaps someone of importance was visiting. whatever it was, the shimizu's were grateful and elated beyond belief. such a boom in business created regulars, which created enough money to complete the citizen process for dakota's parents and his three older siblings. he had another sister on the way, as his family was preparing to move out of the cramped home that they had lived in for six years.
the bakery grew and grew, and life got easier for the shimizu's. the elders had a place to relax, and the children were old enough to watch over themselves. dakota hit junior high, and his school work was superb. he was making his parents proud with his talents in the kitchen and his willingness to work there. his eldest sister, eve, was a beaming cashier working at their bakery. one night, dakota's father was working in the storage room, and his mother was at an interview with his younger sister's teacher. the boy was cleaning the shop as it was preparing to close, and his sister was idly watching over the cashier. a man had barged into the store, raising a gun. his face was masked and he had a duffle bag in one hand. he had demanded for money, but eve was grounded in her shoes, stunned by terror. the middle school boy ran in front of the register, and picked up one of the chairs to stand defensively in front of his sister. "dakota," his sister managed to pipe out to him. dakota shook his head in defiance and threw the chair at the masked man. his sister shrieked as the man toppled backward, stumbling into the tables behind him. eve shuffled to step out from behind the counter to try to pick up her brother, but the gunman had already picked up his pistol and shot blindly at the siblings just as their father came sprinting out of the back doors. one bullet hit dakota in the shoulder, but the other two bullets hit eve straight in the back. she passed in the morning following that night.
ever since that night, dakota had a cloud of guilt following him, only getting heavier. why did he try to be a hero? why couldn't he let the money take the money? why did he anger him? i caused this, dakota's thoughts haunted him for years, eve would be alive today if it weren't for me.
the rest of his junior high experience was quiet. his family had a long time recovering from eve's death, but they had never blamed dakota. dakota did all of the accusing and finger pointing. he had shied away from collecting friends, thinking that he would only cause them trouble. he had become incredibly passive, too afraid of acting brave.
before his grandmother passed in the summer that lead to his freshman year, she asked dakota to promise her to become more of the boy he was before. dakota refused, growing too hysterical to consider it. she told him, "everyone has regrets, but you can redeem yourself to yourself." this caused dakota to cry into the dying woman's hands.
after her passing, the boy made it a goal to try to be useful for others. it was hard to find worth, so he figured he would try to be of help to others. he started volunteering time for teachers, and working at his parents' bakery whenever he could. he still can't seem to initiate conversation easily, but does give gifts to those who seem so nice that they want to be his friends. his depression hits when his life is quiet; when he isn't busy for once. when it seeps in, the weariness can set for days. he stays home for one or two days just to sleep, but bounces back to complete all of the work he missed immediately. he doesn't know how to confront his illness, nor does he know how to react to it. he tends to just try to sleep it off.
other ; dakota has a small scar on his right upper shoulder from the bullet wound.
name ; dakota ren shimizu
age ; 17
grade ; junior
mood ; grief
appearance ; dakota has a very angular face framed with messy, dark hair that is either grown too long or cut too short. his nearly black eyes are complimented by particularly long eye-lashes and youthful crow's feet that appear whenever the boy smiles. his grin is one of a young boy's: full of naiveté and innocence.
mood powers ; unknowingly, dakota has the power to inflict the feeling of exhaustion on both himself and others.
personality ; dakota is a kind, cautious boy. he is the friend who bakes goods for one's birthday. actually, he would bake goods for anyone. as an aspiring owner of his family's bakery, he spends his free time at the counter of the kitchen rolling dough, frosting cookies, decorating cakes ... it's a passion that dakota had ever since he watched his mother and father in the shop as a toddler.
dakota is sacrificial. at school, he tends to stick by the teachers' sides at breaks and helps them with whatever they need, be it getting copies or setting up an activity for the next class. his academics are a priority; his family stresses good education, but achieving one has always been a goal of his. he takes advanced placement classes to pride his family and to also extend his own fascination with subjects like biology and english. the boy busies himself with work and school nearly every minute of the day. he rarely sits still. this is because, ever since he was an adolescent, he has had severe depression. this condition sends him into anxious fits of self hatred, spells of fatigue, and mental blocks that he just can't seem to shake off. even in such hard times, he tries his best to try in his school work and in his family's bakery to not be a burden.
biography ; dakota's family moved from japan before he was born. the immigration was to start anew after his father was fired from his job and left with nothing but a hungry family of two elders, a pregnant wife, and three children. so, they moved halfway through dakota's mother's pregnancy with the boy. the family was already set on moving to the west, hence the western names, but they hadn't known that it was going to be this soon. the bakery started up when the boy turned about two. his grandparents watched all four children as his parents worked hard to earn enough money for the rent of their crowded two-bedroom apartment in the "rough" part of the city. when dakota turned six, the bakery somehow attracted more business than ever before; an event must have been happening in the city, or perhaps someone of importance was visiting. whatever it was, the shimizu's were grateful and elated beyond belief. such a boom in business created regulars, which created enough money to complete the citizen process for dakota's parents and his three older siblings. he had another sister on the way, as his family was preparing to move out of the cramped home that they had lived in for six years.
the bakery grew and grew, and life got easier for the shimizu's. the elders had a place to relax, and the children were old enough to watch over themselves. dakota hit junior high, and his school work was superb. he was making his parents proud with his talents in the kitchen and his willingness to work there. his eldest sister, eve, was a beaming cashier working at their bakery. one night, dakota's father was working in the storage room, and his mother was at an interview with his younger sister's teacher. the boy was cleaning the shop as it was preparing to close, and his sister was idly watching over the cashier. a man had barged into the store, raising a gun. his face was masked and he had a duffle bag in one hand. he had demanded for money, but eve was grounded in her shoes, stunned by terror. the middle school boy ran in front of the register, and picked up one of the chairs to stand defensively in front of his sister. "dakota," his sister managed to pipe out to him. dakota shook his head in defiance and threw the chair at the masked man. his sister shrieked as the man toppled backward, stumbling into the tables behind him. eve shuffled to step out from behind the counter to try to pick up her brother, but the gunman had already picked up his pistol and shot blindly at the siblings just as their father came sprinting out of the back doors. one bullet hit dakota in the shoulder, but the other two bullets hit eve straight in the back. she passed in the morning following that night.
ever since that night, dakota had a cloud of guilt following him, only getting heavier. why did he try to be a hero? why couldn't he let the money take the money? why did he anger him? i caused this, dakota's thoughts haunted him for years, eve would be alive today if it weren't for me.
the rest of his junior high experience was quiet. his family had a long time recovering from eve's death, but they had never blamed dakota. dakota did all of the accusing and finger pointing. he had shied away from collecting friends, thinking that he would only cause them trouble. he had become incredibly passive, too afraid of acting brave.
before his grandmother passed in the summer that lead to his freshman year, she asked dakota to promise her to become more of the boy he was before. dakota refused, growing too hysterical to consider it. she told him, "everyone has regrets, but you can redeem yourself to yourself." this caused dakota to cry into the dying woman's hands.
after her passing, the boy made it a goal to try to be useful for others. it was hard to find worth, so he figured he would try to be of help to others. he started volunteering time for teachers, and working at his parents' bakery whenever he could. he still can't seem to initiate conversation easily, but does give gifts to those who seem so nice that they want to be his friends. his depression hits when his life is quiet; when he isn't busy for once. when it seeps in, the weariness can set for days. he stays home for one or two days just to sleep, but bounces back to complete all of the work he missed immediately. he doesn't know how to confront his illness, nor does he know how to react to it. he tends to just try to sleep it off.
other ; dakota has a small scar on his right upper shoulder from the bullet wound.