r. hiraoka
miyabi
𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨
Fantasy
Meiko Nakahara
The Tinkerer
R
equisite.
name
Rina Hiraoka
a.k.a.
NaNa, Clank
age
33 years old
Gender
nonbinary; she/they
sexuality
demisexual
D.O.B.
April 1st
Role
The Tinkerer
A
ppearance.
Hair
Cut short, Rina's hair is poorly bleached; tendrils of rust strewn about messily, but often worn under hats for more control. The hair is often worn under low-maintenance styles as well, to keep her eyes safe from the burden of staring back at light strands. Practicality is important, to have the hair out of the way. As she works, Rina opts for headbands to keep the strays in place.
Eyes
Her eyes are brown and nothing close to extraordinary--aside from the light that bounces against the dullness in the midst of a thought. Eyes are the windows of the soul, as some may admit, and theirs are just as giving; it is apparent that emotions are fully readable through them. They are almond shaped, double eye lidded, and slightly hooded accompanied by dark circles (she has genetics and coffee to thank for this). The eyes, however, are often protected by goggles and reading glasses; less than pristine eyesight is something they have learned to live with.
Skin
The skin is pale and slightly blemished, a few scars scattered throughout, the imprints of memories that are not often treaded lightly. Across her face are light freckles, barely visible to the eye unless you look close enough. Self care is not a thing in these times, with them often neglecting a routine that most had before the world went to shit; slightly dehydrated with a combination of dry and oily spots in the skin.
Build
Standing at 5'7", Rina isn't one of the shorter bunch. Their build, however, isn't as sturdy as their stance; a lithe, only slightly muscular figure, they aren't as strong as others. But this is often made up for in their quick wit and dexterity.
Distinguishing Features
Bunny teeth, a scar that runs along the length of their right forearm, and a few tattoos here and there.
Faceclaim
Rinko Kikuchi in The Brothers Bloom
p
syche.
A
Rina is
Don't let the attitude fool you. Rina is and will always be
The world is a dangerous place, something that Rina has learned from a young age, maybe a bit too young. But they've taken this life lesson and molded it, their
Uncouth, Egotistic, Overzealous, Sarcastic, Detached, Spacey, Impatient, Deceptive
Dauntless, Intelligent, Empathetic, Charismatic, Innovative, Humorous, Eccentric
Resourceful, Detail Oriented, Knowledgeable, Independent, Intuitive, Versatile, Creative, Analytical
Risk-taker, Competitive, Disorganized (when it comes to their workspace), not much of a fighter
confined spaces, deep waters, maggots, centipedes, loss of bodily autonomy
insomnia, hasn't gone to therapy--still needs to figure it out, weak eyesight
Pathological Liar
and damn good at it too, so good in fact that most wouldn't even bat an eye. In some cases, Rina seems to be the most trustworthy person in a sea of liars, but that is far from the case. Cunning
, Rina showcases how truly good they are at getting others to believe in their lies, but is smart enough to not believe in her own. It's a good thing she keeps tabs on the things she says, keeps it consistent so that if someone ever asked her about it, it slips right off the tongue. It almost feels right, setting up who you never were, but want to be. But it isn't all bad, there is loyalty in the hands of this fraud; while, yes, Rina might be a serial fabricator, once they like, admire, and trust you, it's smooth sailing from here.Rina is
witty
and sarcastic
, a bit irritating
, but somewhat magnetic. Their convivial
and nonchalant
nature is what keeps others as ease. Well, that and the fact that they cannot take themselves seriously. In trying times like this, Rina can either be a breath of fresh air or a thorn in your side.Don't let the attitude fool you. Rina is and will always be
intelligent
, calculated
enough to assess situations and act in ways that they see fit. To them, it's easier to fake it when you're so disconnected from other people.The world is a dangerous place, something that Rina has learned from a young age, maybe a bit too young. But they've taken this life lesson and molded it, their
resourcefulness
unparalleled; some would say it's like turning water into wine, but in Rina's case? It's like turning an old toaster into a new death trap. And maybe they're a bit too enthusiastic when they show off their latest creations, patting themselves on the back, sharing it with others, wanting to test them and bringing someone else along with them. Almost freakishly so.VICES
Uncouth, Egotistic, Overzealous, Sarcastic, Detached, Spacey, Impatient, Deceptive
VIRTUES
Dauntless, Intelligent, Empathetic, Charismatic, Innovative, Humorous, Eccentric
HEADCANONS
!
Has a pocket teddy bear for good luck.!
Often goes out to do test runs for devices.!
Has unintentionally made something work when it shouldn't have worked.!
Needs coffee 24/7.!
Smokes a lot.!
Likes risky business, but wouldn't put other people at risk.!
Doesn't like to sleep with their back to the front of their tent. Too risky.!
Drinks a lot, maybe a bit too much.!
Some days hangs out with others, other days would rather stick to building shit alone.!
Usually covered in scrapes and cuts, tiny burns from working.STRENGTHS
Resourceful, Detail Oriented, Knowledgeable, Independent, Intuitive, Versatile, Creative, Analytical
WEAKNESSES
Risk-taker, Competitive, Disorganized (when it comes to their workspace), not much of a fighter
FEARS
confined spaces, deep waters, maggots, centipedes, loss of bodily autonomy
AILMENTS
insomnia, hasn't gone to therapy--still needs to figure it out, weak eyesight
h
istory
TW: illness, death.
Some families are fortunate enough to never experience the truth of tragedy; the Hiraokas were never quite the fortunate bunch. They were prone to Chronic Tragedy, one after the other, with burdens that often followed one another. First there was the family cat, that thing had practically raised Rina, stuck by her side since it was a kitten up until Rina was 10. They still remember finding the body stuck in the hollow of an oak tree, peacefully at rest, after days of looking for it. Rina found it first, screamed, cried, shouted, and her parents had the response she didn’t expect: they didn’t mourn like she did, only wrapped it in a blanket and buried it, but their grief could have been shadowed by the fact that they didn’t want Rina staring back at it.
Then it was their sister, younger than her, full of life that was cut too short—dimmed by a pesky illness they thought was gone forever. Until she was the one gone. Or maybe their mother had lied to them, the fact that having to lie to Rina only showed how disconnected they were from one another. Rina was only 13, a teen who only wanted a shot at the world, chasing the stars like no tomorrow; and in the blink of an eye, that ambition had almost dwindled. Almost.
Of course, this didn’t stop Rina in the tracks of brilliance to come. It only fueled them, made them fight harder—not only for the approval of their parents, who often seemed unimpressed by the scholastic achievements, but for the underlying thought that maybe, just maybe, her sister was watching over her. Rina’s achievements were not only hers, it was their sister’s too.
But with the accomplishments came the paranoia—the thought that things would go awry, and so they have. No, it wasn’t the type of tragedy to mess her up for years to come, but it was the type that she’d come to terms with. Their mother and father never got along, some would even say that their relationship was more transactional than anything; Rina’s mother cooks, cleans, stays out of the way, a bit too quiet—and their father provided, paid the bills, talked over their mother. He even came home late at night, mother not saying a word, accepting defeat in a place where fighting for something was supposed to be the expectation. The only thing that had glued them together was the thought of raising Rina into having the life that they wanted for themselves; to be monumentally successful in places they were not. And so they hovered over her like hungry vultures, and one could imagine how mentally taxing that was.
Acting out was the only thing they could do to grasp onto the only control they had in their life. The grades stayed up, not because of fear, but because Rina’s mind couldn’t handle the thought of a grade lower than a B; call them an overachiever or what will you, but that’s how they kept a grip on reality.
And it paid off.
She had to stop looking at the world through the eyes of her mother; a dreary place with little opportunity—though, there was truth in that. Rina’s intelligence had only gotten them so far, a few contracts, flipped through jobs, all of which had ended with Rina’s demise. Career wise, that was. But there was a big break. Eventually, that was. Big companies often looked for engineers to further their production and tech, something that Rina was admittedly good at. The engineering degree paid off, unlike the pile of student loans that very well could have towered over her.
Early mornings were spent with phone calls from mom and dad, a light breakfast, even a run—then it was off to the same building. Concrete walls, cold stone, linoleum and carpet, a few conference rooms and a break room that obviously lacked funding. To say that it was bleak was an understatement, and after a while, Rina had begun to prefer living back in her small studio apartment.
The childhood paranoia bled into adulthood. Brilliant minds are often haunted by something, Rina was the same but never knew why. Maybe they hadn’t followed their true calling, didn’t work a job that they loved. It didn’t take long for them to quit that office job and, certainly, her parents were more than disappointed. Phone calls stopped, mom and dad cared less and less.
They often sat in their empty apartment, wall covered in fluorescent pink eviction notices, with schematics shoddily taped onto the wall beside them. They were in work, then out of work, back in, back out. The paranoia was right to stay, and even with the change of course, from one degree to another, a new life and job in a city where they thought they were invisible—Rina was not impenetrable. Isolation caused them to dwell further into their thoughts, wondering about the stray ant that walked across their apartment—thought about how it must have been confused as to why it was alone. Or maybe it was enjoying its freedom.
That’s how they knew they needed a change of pace.
Suddenly Rina was on their way to a different city, thought about changing their name, and in the middle of packing the little clothes they had, there was the fateful phone call. It must have been important, knowing how her parents hadn’t exactly been in the best communication. The other line sounded off with a quiver, a sigh of despair, and the following words that made Rina crumble.
“Your mother is sick.”
Sure, Rina wasn’t close with them in any capacity—maybe even held disdain for her mother, thought of her weak when the woman never spoke up in defiance to her father. But this was devastating. They didn’t speak, cupping their hand against their mouth with tearful eyes before dropping the clothing that was piled in their arms. And that was it: Rina, instead of following the path of life they wanted, fell back into the arms of her parents. Their home was just the same as it were when she was little, only, medical equipment was sprawled around every corner, and her mother was sat in a wheelchair.
They hadn’t seen each other for months and her mother was nowhere near happy to see her. There were mornings where she’d yell and scream until her throat went raw, weakly kicked at Rina—something often dodged, but it still hurt nonetheless.
“Why did you leave? Why did you quit? You had so much going for you and you blew it.”
And Rina wondered at night: “why the fuck did I come back?”
It was at their lowest point, when they stared back at the things they’ve made, the devices they built, listening to the sound of their mother screaming and crying yet again. Being sick could drive you mad, but what made it worse was the fact that Rina had no idea that the world seemed like it was going to end. Death painted the streets before they even knew it.
As selfish as it might have been, as fucked up as it was, Rina left her parents behind. All of the neglect, the anger, frustration, left behind in a cloud of dust. Survival was the most important thing. So they brought their knowledge with them, almost took this as a sign of a new beginning even if it was the end.
They traveled enough, figured out the mechanics, survived off of traps and canned food. Rina became the solution to many things, sinned on the same path, but the thing about atonement was that it didn't have to be immediate. At some point, they'd make up for it, save a baby or something. Coming across other people left them wary, knowing how fucked up the human population could be even in trying times. They’re still wary now, even if they were provided a home, Rina still couldn’t trust it. Sanctuary was too good to be true.
Of course, they weren’t against being in it. Creating things, fending off creatures, putting together the most heinous shit without being completely judged; it was a breath of fresh air. Rina here wasn’t the same as Rina then, matter of fact, Rina here was cooler; backstory cooler, the truth is never something treaded upon and that was for certain. They only knew the things they told them, the lies, the half-truths, and the (dangerously) useful gadgets.
THE LIE
Lying is easier. Whoever said that the truth would set you free is a goddamn liar. Rina felt freer that way, embellishing truths, saying whatever she could to to make her story sound less tragic than it really was. In this world? Rina came from a good family, smart ones who brought them up reading Tolstoy and mused about Quantum Electrodynamics. Her sister was still alive. Somewhere. That family cat? Lived up until the ripe age of 20; yeah, that made sense.
They were raised in a nice house, not a mansion, but they weren’t struggling to make ends meet. And Rina had more freedom to do as they pleased when they were younger, not cooped up in their room going through textbooks and staying up all night to study with the watchful eyes of parents that were only in it for the future financial gain. Middle school wasn’t as rough as it was, matter of fact it was saccharine, so much so that they had friends, were in school clubs, and the same went for High School where they were fortunate enough to go to a school for the gifted. That wasn’t much of a lie, Rina did go to one of those schools, aced it, too; but she certainly wasn’t the top of her class.
In this world? Rina went to a good university on scholarship, no debts, no worries, even took up a few internships along the way that eventually landed them in a good spot. One far better than the one they’ve lived. And they’ve lived many lives, traveled to countries, experienced cultures far from her own, flew on business. Hell, they even had a good relationship with their parents. When the world ended, Rina joined a few people before this: a crew that turned their back on her, in some aspects this is true. Only, the crew was her parents, and she certainly wasn't devastated about it.
There is one thing, however, that Rina will never lie about: the fact that creating things brings life back into her eyes.
Some families are fortunate enough to never experience the truth of tragedy; the Hiraokas were never quite the fortunate bunch. They were prone to Chronic Tragedy, one after the other, with burdens that often followed one another. First there was the family cat, that thing had practically raised Rina, stuck by her side since it was a kitten up until Rina was 10. They still remember finding the body stuck in the hollow of an oak tree, peacefully at rest, after days of looking for it. Rina found it first, screamed, cried, shouted, and her parents had the response she didn’t expect: they didn’t mourn like she did, only wrapped it in a blanket and buried it, but their grief could have been shadowed by the fact that they didn’t want Rina staring back at it.
Then it was their sister, younger than her, full of life that was cut too short—dimmed by a pesky illness they thought was gone forever. Until she was the one gone. Or maybe their mother had lied to them, the fact that having to lie to Rina only showed how disconnected they were from one another. Rina was only 13, a teen who only wanted a shot at the world, chasing the stars like no tomorrow; and in the blink of an eye, that ambition had almost dwindled. Almost.
Of course, this didn’t stop Rina in the tracks of brilliance to come. It only fueled them, made them fight harder—not only for the approval of their parents, who often seemed unimpressed by the scholastic achievements, but for the underlying thought that maybe, just maybe, her sister was watching over her. Rina’s achievements were not only hers, it was their sister’s too.
But with the accomplishments came the paranoia—the thought that things would go awry, and so they have. No, it wasn’t the type of tragedy to mess her up for years to come, but it was the type that she’d come to terms with. Their mother and father never got along, some would even say that their relationship was more transactional than anything; Rina’s mother cooks, cleans, stays out of the way, a bit too quiet—and their father provided, paid the bills, talked over their mother. He even came home late at night, mother not saying a word, accepting defeat in a place where fighting for something was supposed to be the expectation. The only thing that had glued them together was the thought of raising Rina into having the life that they wanted for themselves; to be monumentally successful in places they were not. And so they hovered over her like hungry vultures, and one could imagine how mentally taxing that was.
Acting out was the only thing they could do to grasp onto the only control they had in their life. The grades stayed up, not because of fear, but because Rina’s mind couldn’t handle the thought of a grade lower than a B; call them an overachiever or what will you, but that’s how they kept a grip on reality.
And it paid off.
She had to stop looking at the world through the eyes of her mother; a dreary place with little opportunity—though, there was truth in that. Rina’s intelligence had only gotten them so far, a few contracts, flipped through jobs, all of which had ended with Rina’s demise. Career wise, that was. But there was a big break. Eventually, that was. Big companies often looked for engineers to further their production and tech, something that Rina was admittedly good at. The engineering degree paid off, unlike the pile of student loans that very well could have towered over her.
Early mornings were spent with phone calls from mom and dad, a light breakfast, even a run—then it was off to the same building. Concrete walls, cold stone, linoleum and carpet, a few conference rooms and a break room that obviously lacked funding. To say that it was bleak was an understatement, and after a while, Rina had begun to prefer living back in her small studio apartment.
The childhood paranoia bled into adulthood. Brilliant minds are often haunted by something, Rina was the same but never knew why. Maybe they hadn’t followed their true calling, didn’t work a job that they loved. It didn’t take long for them to quit that office job and, certainly, her parents were more than disappointed. Phone calls stopped, mom and dad cared less and less.
They often sat in their empty apartment, wall covered in fluorescent pink eviction notices, with schematics shoddily taped onto the wall beside them. They were in work, then out of work, back in, back out. The paranoia was right to stay, and even with the change of course, from one degree to another, a new life and job in a city where they thought they were invisible—Rina was not impenetrable. Isolation caused them to dwell further into their thoughts, wondering about the stray ant that walked across their apartment—thought about how it must have been confused as to why it was alone. Or maybe it was enjoying its freedom.
That’s how they knew they needed a change of pace.
Suddenly Rina was on their way to a different city, thought about changing their name, and in the middle of packing the little clothes they had, there was the fateful phone call. It must have been important, knowing how her parents hadn’t exactly been in the best communication. The other line sounded off with a quiver, a sigh of despair, and the following words that made Rina crumble.
“Your mother is sick.”
Sure, Rina wasn’t close with them in any capacity—maybe even held disdain for her mother, thought of her weak when the woman never spoke up in defiance to her father. But this was devastating. They didn’t speak, cupping their hand against their mouth with tearful eyes before dropping the clothing that was piled in their arms. And that was it: Rina, instead of following the path of life they wanted, fell back into the arms of her parents. Their home was just the same as it were when she was little, only, medical equipment was sprawled around every corner, and her mother was sat in a wheelchair.
They hadn’t seen each other for months and her mother was nowhere near happy to see her. There were mornings where she’d yell and scream until her throat went raw, weakly kicked at Rina—something often dodged, but it still hurt nonetheless.
“Why did you leave? Why did you quit? You had so much going for you and you blew it.”
And Rina wondered at night: “why the fuck did I come back?”
It was at their lowest point, when they stared back at the things they’ve made, the devices they built, listening to the sound of their mother screaming and crying yet again. Being sick could drive you mad, but what made it worse was the fact that Rina had no idea that the world seemed like it was going to end. Death painted the streets before they even knew it.
As selfish as it might have been, as fucked up as it was, Rina left her parents behind. All of the neglect, the anger, frustration, left behind in a cloud of dust. Survival was the most important thing. So they brought their knowledge with them, almost took this as a sign of a new beginning even if it was the end.
They traveled enough, figured out the mechanics, survived off of traps and canned food. Rina became the solution to many things, sinned on the same path, but the thing about atonement was that it didn't have to be immediate. At some point, they'd make up for it, save a baby or something. Coming across other people left them wary, knowing how fucked up the human population could be even in trying times. They’re still wary now, even if they were provided a home, Rina still couldn’t trust it. Sanctuary was too good to be true.
Of course, they weren’t against being in it. Creating things, fending off creatures, putting together the most heinous shit without being completely judged; it was a breath of fresh air. Rina here wasn’t the same as Rina then, matter of fact, Rina here was cooler; backstory cooler, the truth is never something treaded upon and that was for certain. They only knew the things they told them, the lies, the half-truths, and the (dangerously) useful gadgets.
THE LIE
Lying is easier. Whoever said that the truth would set you free is a goddamn liar. Rina felt freer that way, embellishing truths, saying whatever she could to to make her story sound less tragic than it really was. In this world? Rina came from a good family, smart ones who brought them up reading Tolstoy and mused about Quantum Electrodynamics. Her sister was still alive. Somewhere. That family cat? Lived up until the ripe age of 20; yeah, that made sense.
They were raised in a nice house, not a mansion, but they weren’t struggling to make ends meet. And Rina had more freedom to do as they pleased when they were younger, not cooped up in their room going through textbooks and staying up all night to study with the watchful eyes of parents that were only in it for the future financial gain. Middle school wasn’t as rough as it was, matter of fact it was saccharine, so much so that they had friends, were in school clubs, and the same went for High School where they were fortunate enough to go to a school for the gifted. That wasn’t much of a lie, Rina did go to one of those schools, aced it, too; but she certainly wasn’t the top of her class.
In this world? Rina went to a good university on scholarship, no debts, no worries, even took up a few internships along the way that eventually landed them in a good spot. One far better than the one they’ve lived. And they’ve lived many lives, traveled to countries, experienced cultures far from her own, flew on business. Hell, they even had a good relationship with their parents. When the world ended, Rina joined a few people before this: a crew that turned their back on her, in some aspects this is true. Only, the crew was her parents, and she certainly wasn't devastated about it.
There is one thing, however, that Rina will never lie about: the fact that creating things brings life back into her eyes.
g
allery.
♡coded by uxie♡
