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Mitsuru was very good at covering the evidence, and by the time he had settled in his new environment, secured the small apartment rented by his parents, and found the quickest route to campus (28 minutes walking. 35 walking more preferably), none but his brother new that this "grand journey of self-discovery" his parents had so hastily eaten up involved him enrolling in a grand total of 1 class.

Mitsuru had enrolled himself in a single class. Deceiving his parents as he had didn't fill him with as much remorse as it would have were he not confident in the idea that this was right for her, and that her parents simply wouldn't understand. The education he intended to receive involved very little in the way of classroom lectures. Though, based on what little information he could gather about it, this music club seemed like it might reveal some of that something for which he maintained his continual search, that thing that would reveal where he and Japan overlap, and with any luck, he might find some interesting people there; almost as good, he might find some friends.

Mitsuru moved leisurely in the general direction of the club room (when it came to travel, he valued congeniality over efficiency), stopping every so often to adjust the music currently playing through his earphones, music he was currently listening to on a cassette. Although certainly not his format of choice, Mitsuro's brother Suzaku's relentless eccentricity apparently dictated that all sibling mixtapes be constructed in accordance with his ongoing expedience to make Mitsuro's "journey" bare as much resemblance as possible to a coming-of-age novel. Or maybe Suzaku just liked cassettes. Sometimes it was hard to tell. In any case the music was superb; an immaculate curation of minimal electronic tunes, 7 from Japan and 7 from America. Suzaku always took pride in his blatant symbolism, a fact Mitsuro found endlessly amusing.

When she eventually came upon the ajar door of the Onshoukai club room, Mitsuro's first glance inside very nearly destroyed his natural composure. Seeing such a drab brown room seemingly filled to the brim with hair and attire so colorful and ostentatious as to suggest utter resentment for the very concept of monochromaticity, he couldn't help but feel as he had just stepped inside a dusty gumball machine, and to a Ryoji Ikeda soundtrack no less. One of these girls even had on a tuxedo. A tuxedo! And he loved it. Despite his own nondescript loose-fitting clothing and noticeably unstyled brown hair (not to mention generally unassuming stature), Mitsuro had a great fondness for people unafraid to stand-out.

As Mitsuro's soft chuckling ceased and faded into a subtle but undeniably warm smile (something of a rarity for Mitsuro, especially amongst unfamiliar people), he gently removed his earbuds, pocketed his cassette player, and without removing his hands from his pockets and without addressing anyone in particular, let out a soft but unafraid "Hi"
Confused with the random chitchat at the beginning, but the smooth jazz bits made the song enjoyable. Though I don't understand Spanish, it has a nice instrument section, and the guy sounds great. 8/10

It's Portuguese actually. I think the chitchat at the beginning was just him getting his band to get their shit together ("no not like that!" "Take 2!") or something like that. Glad you like :)

@Heat really neat Americana/Country tune with some pretty damn dark tones and subtext (which I'm all about). Almost like Murder Ballads era Nick Cave meets 16 Horsepower. Good stuff. 7/10



gon jump in tomorrow I think :)
@Altered Tundra oh hey that was a lot of fun. Super dancey electropop with a little noise and an edge. I dig. 7/10

Ok then after you two go am I good to jump in?
ok so is this a post-a-day type deal? (again sorry I'm a noob at this)
@Heat wow huh not sure I've ever heard acoustic Manson before. Not a huge fan of him to begin with, but his stuff always has it's own distinct voice and I respect his consistency in that sense even if I don't dig his music, but here I just don't get that "Marilyn Manson" vibe. Idk maybe I'm just not listening hard enough... 3/10

submitted my character. Sorry if I fucked anything up. Never actually RP'd before...
Name:

Mitsuru Karnaukhov

Appearance:



Age:

20

Gender:

Gender-fluid (doesn’t really give a shit about pronouns. He/she/they/ze all fine)

Birth Date:

Dec. 1st

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Major:

Film Studies

Role:

Producer (+ various fill-in positions if need be)

Instrument:

Laptop + whatever happens to be at hand (loves working in studio when one is available, uses makeshift bedroom studio when one isn’t)

Personality/Quirks
(gonna keep this one relatively brief so most of it can reveal itself naturally):

-Loves music (duh)
-Generally introverted and quiet until the conversation shifts to something she’s passionate about
-Is very open-minded and has very few solidified opinions on things, but the opinions he does have are solidified as fuck
-Very hard to anger, though if you really want to, bringing up Putin is a good place to start. (probably inherited this one from daddy)
-Phobia of speed. Even being in a car going faster than 60 at the most will leave him silent and shaking.
-Closed-off to those she isn’t really close to. Will appear cold and reserved to most but those who know her know Mitsuro as vibrant and emotional when she’s comfortable appearing that way (very good at concealing it when she isn’t)
-Laughs at things that almost nobody finds funny, and rarely laughs at much else
-Very close to brother, with whom he is in fairly frequent contact via email and whatnot
-Is extremely kind and empathetic towards the few people he is truly close to
-Thinks institutionalized musical education run’s contrary to his philosophies on how music is meant to be appreciated, and so majoring in film studies simply so he doesn’t have to go undeclared (and because he likes watching movies)

Talents:


Mitsuro has a fantastic ear for music. If he hears a song in his head and he’s with a competent musician, chances are before long the two of them will have worked out something wonderful. Can take a good song and know how to make it better, either to himself or the public at large. Although himself not very good at actually playing instruments, he knows how music works at a gut level, making him very valuable as a producer. Can also play quite a few instruments at fairly basic levels if an extra player or a fill-in is ever needed in the studio if it’s not too tricky a part. Speaks fluent Japanese and English and passable Russian.

Favorite Musicians Include:



BACKSTORY:


When the Berlin Wall fell, Mikhail Karnaukhov was among the first men to find reason to leave, even if only for a moment. Being top in his field as a highly regarded educator of Russian history, (not to mention his wealth of firsthand experience), it was not hard for Mikhail to find some University outside of the newly redefined Russian borders that would gladly pay a healthy sum for him to speak on his research and experiences. Hokkaido University almost immediately showed interest in what Mikhail had to offer, and so within days he left for Japan. Here he met Azumi Ametsushi. Azumi created ceramics from within a studio she owned not far from Mikhail’s hotel. He didn’t know why at first, but something drew his from existing across all the multitudes of cultural newnesses of these streets he had before only seen in books, and directed him towards the window of one small shop in which a collection of seemingly modest pottery was on display. He shuffled through the congestion of pedestrians and began to make his way towards the display, if only to determine just why he felt so compelled to see what was there. There was something at first different, and eventually, incredible, about the ceramics he saw on display. On each pot the folds of the clay contorted and interwove themselves across a subtly blue-toned surface that seemed to consist of either three layers of blue clay waves or a single plane of sparkling azure, depending on how one decided to look. The illusion was that of flowing water, of crashing waves. The ceramics, they seemed positively alive. In rapt fascination Mikhail found himself continually turning his head at various angles just to confirm for himself that the patterns weren’t deceptive projections on his gullible perception, tricks the light would have way to play on one’s eyes to make the merely pleasant appear magnificent. As time came to prove, there was no illusion. Mikhail had already lectured, he had another day to explore Japan before he was scheduled to return home for a brief conference. Perhaps he could forego the conference entirely. He could stay a little longer.

The next 24 hours went by in the kind of lucid haze that rarely find itself experienced in one’s waking life, and at various points Mikhail did wonder if he had simply fallen into the most blissful of subconscious deceptions; he didn’t dwell on such thoughts for too long, as he feared they would wake him, and Azumi herself wanted nothing more than to share this dream with the first individual to see in her art what she felt while guiding it into existence. The first person with whom she had felt truly connected in a very long time.

He decided to stay, if only for awhile. They both inwardly and perhaps foolishly hoped that awhile would last forever.

24 hours later a group of Chechen rebels began staging attacks beyond the outskirts of Gronzy, attacks that were not successfully quelled until every nearby structure capable of collapsing had been made to do so. Among the damaged buildings, and arguably the most terribly irreparable, was the conference hall in which Mikhail was scheduled to be speaking. Mikhail told Azumi he owed her his life. This fact had nothing to do with attacks, he would lean in and whisper, not caring if she was listening, knowing that she understood. He owed her his life, and she asked only that it include her. Mikhail never returned to Russia.

Mitsuru Karnaukhov was born in late 1995, hardly 6 weeks before his parents were scheduled to make a fairly sudden move to the United States. In the years he had lived in Japan, Mikhail had discovered he had an innate and impressive capacity for understanding the inner-workings of capitalism, something he could never have known under Soviet Rule. Azumi proved to have extensive PR skills. Their entrepreneurship it seems had come to take them to the oh-so-cliché “land of opportunity”, where what began as the Karnaukhov’s small local startup was expanding internationally. Azumi may have been the most excited for the move, as a number of modern art journalists in their soon-to-be new home of southern California had expressed great interest in her artwork over the years. Their lives seemed to be pulling them, and the young Mitsuru, to the west.

A year later, Mitsuro’s first and only sibling came into the world; Suzaku was the first of the Karnaukhov-Ametsushi’s to be born in this new home, and as the two brothers grew, it almost seemed like each knew exactly where they had been born. Suzaku acclimated to the world far faster than did Mitsuro, although speaking in short fragments while Mitsuro had begun putting together relatively complex sentences, Suzaku would sprint with excitement to all that drew his interest while Mitsuro was just learning how to stand. Such trends of contrast continued as they grew, solitary Mitsuro and eccentric Suzaku, and although the two were very close, they shared little in common; what they did have in common was they both understood the odd innerworkings of the other’s psyche in the way that only a sibling could, and they both found their greatest joy in life in music, each devouring every sound they could find, sharing every esoteric discovery with each other, and ultimately trying to teach each other how to make their own. Suzaku was a fast learner, and by age 17 could play a variety of instruments with startling proficiency. Mitsuro spoke of music with as much passion (and with far more eleoquence, when he chose) as Suzaku, but could not seem to perform it himself at any level beyond the basic. He could passably play almost any instrument that Suzaku could, but found it impossible to master any of them. He always knew exactly what he wanted the music to sound like, and if he described it to Suzaku he could hear his vision coming into reality, and he was for a moment happy that this was possible and then immediately distraught that it could not come from himself. Although Suzaku was more than happy to perform Mitsuro’s ideas, his inability to do so himself would be a source of great vexation for him for much time to come.

As Mitsuro continued to grow he found himself more and more interested in this idea that while his brother was born an American, he was not. By the time he started American college he had determined that he was just as curious about his own Japanese roots as he was the nature of his own gender. His (and now acceptably her) family was supportive of both endeavors. As Mitsuro’s idea of who they were as a person as far as his personality, interests, sexuality, and gender were concerned, he wanted to understand more about what his heritage meant to him, specifically that on his mother’s side. And so with his parents’ blessing (and money), after two years of American college, he moved on his own to Japan, and enrolled at 20 in [insert university name here] in Tokyo. Mitsuro wanted to know what it meant to be Japanese, but even more than that he wanted to really know what it meant to be Mitsuro. He needed to find something here to latch onto, something that he already knew was an integral part to who he was, before he could begin to understand more. Before long, word of a music club on campus found its way to Mitsuro’s ears…

Relationships:


Suzaku Karnaukhov:
Brother, with whom Mitsuro is closer than anyone. Probably the only one that really gets how Mitsuro thinks. He’s one hell of an eccentric bastard and has been known to perform with his band by slingshotting pebbles into a gong on the other side of the stage.

Mikhail & Azumi Karnaukhov:
His parents. Although not as close as his is to his brother, they still maintain somewhat regular contact, and their relationship is all well and good.

Other People TBD
Yep. Much better.

Since Sloth went ahead and said that he would take a little longer with his CS than he first expected, I will go ahead and make the first IC post tomorrow at night. I'm in timezone -6:00, or just Mexico if you want to check that out.

The post should be up at about 11:30 or so, so that Sloth has a full day to finish his CS.


ok cool I should be up by then too
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