LeBeau, Yukio Alexis

[yukiolebeau]

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About You - -

Name: Anni
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Years of RPG Experience: Five years
Other: [Removed by Staff]
PS. I believe I’ve joined this site before, under a different though slightly similar character, maybe. I recognize the rules and application. Last year was very hectic, along with many bannings and unbannings of sites, so I apologize if I joined and disappeared. This year is sure to be much calmer, which means I’ll have more of a focus on keeping active ^_^

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Quick Quiz - -

How did you find us? Up to No good, I believe
What about ISS inspired you to join? It’s a very beautiful site, and it seems very friendly. It’s well-formatted, as well, and I always love the Marauder Era.
Do you have any suggestions for us? Well, now that I've found the code for the application, nothing owo Took me a while -sweatdrop-

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About the Character- -

Name: Yukio LeBeau
Age: Fifteen
Gender: Male
Year: Fifth
Face Claim: Tsukiyama Akiharu (Miku from AnCafe)

Canon or Original? Original

Facial Properties: His eyes are a dark brown, when he doesn’t think to change then by magical or muggle(contacts) means. Generally bright and full of emotion, he knows how to manipulate one into believing a lie, just by acting with his eyes. They are wide and slanted, Japanese structure, and his lashes are short and thick. His face is feminine—nose his slightly long and small, but wide, and his lips are full, though constantly chapped and a bit pale. His cheekbones are sharp and high, a curve of his cheek to a curved and pointed chin. His eyebrows are thin. His hair changes in color, though he was born with, and most often sticks with, a light auburn, slightly more blond than red or brown. It’s fairly long and he loves to wear it in strange arrangements and styles. He loves clips. His skin is very pale as he isn’t one to go outside much, especially if it’s sunny, and he can’t tan even when he does. He burns, gains a couple of freckles, then it goes away and, soon, his freckles do as well.
Physique: Yukio is very small, reaching only 4’11’’ in height and 88 lbs in weight. He’s petite, though not a dwarf or midget. His hands are small and artsy, fingers long. His shoulders are thin, a bit bony, and torso is a bit long, back curved almost femininely and hips sharp and uncomfortably bony. His spine protrudes just a bit and, given that he slouches quite a lot, it rubs up against any surface and bruises very easily. His legs are straight and thin, knees a bit knobby, and constantly shaved. He hates the feel of hair on his body, so it is uncommon that he go without shaving even during the winter. His feet are small and strong. For clothing, Yukio is a bit… eccentric, and even more colorful. He loves layering, even in the dead of summer, and he loves patterns even more. He’ll wear a multitude of different patterns at once, matching single color to single color. He loves accessories, so, while in uniform, it isn’t uncommon that he have a few scarves, rainbow socks, and some Argyle gauntlets, not to mention the thirty rubber bracelets on his bony wrists.

Personality: Yukio is generally one that can easily get along with at least most people. He prefers an extreme lack of confrontation, so he tends to put others before himself in smaller standards, especially when he doesn’t know them very well. With his friends, he’s more likely to take himself into consideration to that which he’s more thinking of himself first instead of his friends. Generally, this is because he trusts his friends not to ask him of anything that he would have to make the choice in the first place—this is excluding the mundane examples such as asking him to fetch them something, in which case he will either get up and do it, stare at them until they get the point and fetch it themselves, or flat out refuse. Depending on the friend, his choices differ. Too, in more important decisions than food or clothing, etc., he generally thinks of himself first—what he would gain or lose, before others, and if both are left unresponsive, or gaining, he’s less likely to be hesitant to speak up.

He generally prefers to be noticed. Be it his strange fashion sense or personality, Yukio tends to like the spotlight unless it’s a bad one. He recognizes the difference and often the bad side of being the center of attention, but he has little care for rumors or what others assume behind his back. If anything, he finds these ‘scandalous’ rumors quite amusing and listens attentively, though mostly just about himself. Either way, he especially likes teachers to notice him, but for grades and personality and little else. Good grades, at that, as he truly hates the thought of failing, much more the action—even with other people. He has a tendency to be almost too goal oriented to the point of losing focus on short term rather than future. Too, he gives teacher too much leeway in his own confidence. A harsh word cuts very deeply from those in authority than from a friend or random person, and a positive lifts him up far longer and higher in the same regard. This adoration generally causes him to be seen as a kiss-up or emotionally weak.

Yukio doesn’t much care about his pessimism. He’s rather open about it, really. Of course, just to see them deflate, he gives the good news first before outweighing it with the bad. Generally, this is to those that are not very close friends, to whom he keeps his thoughts to himself. Even so, Yukio is rather pessimistic and worries very often. Trying not to worry over things he has no control over just gives him headaches (as he’s very prone to having,) but he does it fairly often. He’s a worrier by nature, mostly about himself and success in whatever he attempts than his friend getting a bad grade or something. His worrying generally makes him sick, especially when exams are coming up, and it isn’t uncommon for him to be seen in the nurse’s office for a potion or two to get rid of it. Of course, his worrisome nature also comes with some better responses. At least, one: he’s considerably hardworking. If he’s worried about failing a test, he’s more likely to stay up until three every night for a week until he’s more comfortable. However, if he’s not worried about grades or goals, he can be rather lazy with his work and end up putting it to the side for something deemed more important.

He’s of an ambitious sort. Yes, he knows when to lay low and when to take a chance and grasp for what’s in reach. He’s more sly and clever than he lets people think. He’ll think on something for a while before making a decision if he has the time, but quickly if he doesn’t. He tends to find that kissing up to teachers and the like often pays more than not. He’ll bite his tongue and hold it for as long as possible in front of anyone with authority over him or those that might possibly freak enough to knock him down by whatever means. He’s wary of those of a vindictive sort, needless to say. Yukio himself doesn’t much have such a sort, unless he’s absolutely positive he won’t get into any trouble that could harm him in the long run. He’s always focused on a goal, almost too much, which feeds into his prior-mentioned worrisome tendencies.

Likes:
+ Loud engines
+ Rain/snow/mist
+ Taking walks
+ Reading (generally muggle fantasy)
+ Singing
+ Playing piano and violin
+ Listening to music
+ Bright colors
+ Landscapes
+ Daydreaming
+ Painting
+ School
+ Horses, Cats, Dogs, and Deer… and Foxes, too
+ Mexican, Japanese, Italian, and French foods
+ Cuddling
+ Blankets
+ Dancing (modern, ballet)
+ Writing
+ Older boys/men… sometimes much older
Dislikes:
– Sudden noises (especially loud ones)
– Screaming/yelling
– Ice
– Sunny weather
– Skating
– Sketching
– Winter
– Indian food
– ‘Fluffy’ romantics
– The dark
– Attempting to play Guitar
– Birds, Snakes, Spiders, and Eels
– Arguments
– Ignorant people
– Prejudice
– Romance novels
– Memorizing
– Pity

History: Yukio LeBeau was born in Lyon, France—or near enough to it, anyway. His father had been away on business in Paris and had missed the birth of his second son, as per formally expected third daughter. To say he was surprised to find out that he was, indeed, a boy, would be an understatement, but it didn’t matter much, beside the whole exchange of gifts to make shift a more ‘masculine’ atmosphere. He wasn’t pampered by a long shot, but he wasn’t horribly treated, either. Yukio was number four and as number four, he was behind one, two, and trhee. This generally goes without saying, but it has some importance. With one, Renee, Yumiko was concerned about every little thing. She never let the girl out of her sight and refused to let others hold her for more than a moment or two. With Mikoto, she was nearly the same way, but started to loosen up. With Sakura, she was nearly completely alright with the girl being out of her sight, as long as she knew where she was. With Yukio? It didn’t much matter if she knew where he was, merely if someone else did—preferably Renee, her best friends Justine and Caroline, or one of Renee’s little friends.

When Yukio was four, already fairly talkative with a knack for getting into things that made a mess, he found himself moving to Japan, into a little gated community perhaps forty minutes or so from Tokyo. Woods surrounded the area heavily, and it was a favorite pastime of his and his siblings’ to run through them, often barefooted. Yukio retrieved hist first pet from these woods, a turtle by the name of Speedy. Said turtle also came with a brother, thus called Steve by Sakura, but Trevor by Renee and Mikoto. Yukio himself preferred to call it Herbert, but his siblings quickly told him that that was a stupid name. Whatever the case, he still called it as such when his siblings weren’t around to tease him.

A year after the move, a February date ten days after Yumiko’s birthday, Yukio’s little sister was born—Yukiko, or simply Ko-ko. She was treated much like Yukio was when he was younger, but the almost-six-year-old still disliked her. If anyone, Sakura liked her the most, at least out of the children. She took care of her as much as her mother did, give or take a bit. While the two females took care of her, Renee, Mikoto and Yukio were generally busy playing in the woods, making believe they were Gargoyles or running down the single, long hall to slam into the wall at the end and see who got hurt first. A few months after Yukio’s sixth birthday, they moved to Tokyo. Victor had taken up a job in graphic design and animation, something he had taught himself over the years. The house they moved into was right beside Yumiko’s brother’s.

The children of the two households got along fine, though Renee preferred to keep to herself, as she had always done. They, Yukio and his family, meaning, began attending a large Christian church in town, where Yukio made his first friends outside of his family. Church, he realized, was an entirely boring place with little for him to do besides fall asleep on an uncomfortable pew, draw, or talk to his friends that were generally three pews behind him. Needless to say, as he was soon not allowed to do the latter and that it was highly ‘disrespectful’ to do the first, he did the second. Renee was very good at drawing by talent, a talent Yukio seemed to have inherited as well in a lesser form. As he soon found, however, he had more of a knack for painting, and so painting he preferred—but not at church. That, too, was not allowed.

By sheer luck or his ability to convince his parents, Yukio soon found himself in public school, not home-school as he had been accustomed to. He started as a (American) seventh grader in a large middle school inside of the Tokyo district and he surely made his mark. He started violin in the band and made it from scratching on every note to being First Chair and Section Leader within the first portion of the year. He excelled in his studies and found it fairly easy to speak to both students and teachers, though he was known for breaking dress-code every now and then. The family moved again when Yukiko was ten, all the way to Scotland, in the same rural space that Victor’s parents dwelled. The children had been taking English in school, all from young ages, but the sudden shift made them all rather uncomfortable. Soon, the elders were moving out. Renee acquired a nice job at a tattoo parlor in Dublin, Ireland and moved out immediately. Mikoto went back to Japan to live with his cousin and a couple of friends.

Yukio’s acceptance letter into Hogwarts came as a shock to nearly everyone. After all, the boy hadn’t shown much magic, at least around them, and when he had, it was generally rather subtle, besides the incident of him turning a classmate into a newt then back again, which strangely had gone forgotten by nearly everyone. Still, his parents were vastly disappointed, Yumiko more so. Fights ensued, arguments and screaming, yelling. Yukio grew to fear even sighting the woman. A week before leaving the station for his first year, Victor took him to the zoo and bought him a very fluffy panda plushie, which Yukio affectionately called ‘Panda’. It was an unspoken truce between the two, an understanding and apology, and the boy treasured the doll ever since. Years went by. Sakura went back to Japan and married an old friend of the family’s. Yukio’s sexuality became more and more apparent. The fact that he was a wizard was soon accepted, but when he came out of the closet after his fourth year, everything went back to yelling, screaming, and often physical fights. His father was his haven, and after the first slap from his mother, Victor and Yumiko separated, Yukio with his father.

Sample Post:((from another site on which he was a hufflepuff, and third year))

She was really nice, wasn’t she? She didn’t seem arrogant, but not that slightly annoying inferiority complex either. Indeed, her company was a very nice one, and Yukio appreciated it a lot, especially in the warmth of the kitchens, the sound of bustling around them by the little elves that made him feel a bit better. After all, they were shorter than even he was, which was a hard feat indeed if you were over the age of ten… that, or part dwarf or goblin. The Charms professor always made him feel a bit better as well, but he also made him want to pick him up and twirl him around, exclaiming all the while about how adorable he was. Of course, that probably wouldn’t go down very well—he’d probably end up with a detention or two and a very strange new-founded reputation, though it wasn’t as if he didn’t have a strange one already. The short little Hufflepuff that looks like a girl and dresses like he’s homeless, not to mention the panda-bear he enjoyed trudging along with him. He enjoyed his reputation, however. At least he wasn’t throwing pranks at people, or hexes in the hallways. At least he wasn’t in fights with Slytherins or Gryffindors, just waiting to get his head blown off by a Death Eater or Auror. No, he knew how to get noticed and yet stay androgynous to a crowd. He knew not to make decisions that could change his life, or forfeit it. He was far more clever than he liked others to know, and his survival instinct was too large for him to join any side of any battle, even a simple school rivalry.

Hufflepuffs were meant to be loyal, he realized, and so he was. The problem was that he liked making friends with the oddest sorts of people, and often times his friends would hate each other fully. So, what then of loyalty? Pick the better friend and stick with them? No. He kept his head down and did the occasional damage-control. He fought for both and yet for no one. He was loyal to himself and his family, muggles sure, but muggles had far more weaponry than people thought—than Death Eaters thought, and that blasted man they followed around like cowards on leashes, mutts obsessive with blood and ritual. It was a short-lived fancy. The Dark Lord was apparently one of the best wizards to have ever existed. Why, then, did he make such a vast mistake? You cannot wage war on a world greater than your own. Muggles didn’t have magic, but they had bombs and nukes that could wipe out any wizarding society. The world would be dead, and the Dark would be alone, not yet vanquished, not yet victorious, and ever shall they remain nevermore… He really needed to put a leash on his mind.

“I love snow too, It went pretty high, but most it stayed solid when I walked over it.”

Ah! Right, he wasn’t alone. No time to think on wars and conflicts with people around, you silly boy, else you’d be found out, and what then? He smiled at her brightly. “Very true. It’s easy to do that.. small people, you know. Still, it takes a wonderfully poise klutz to find the one spot with little leverage and then POOF!” He flailed his arms a bit, his tea precariously perched upon his lap. “You’re in the snow, head covered, and your occupants go all ‘Oh, hay th’re. What are you doing down there?’ and then they laugh a little at you and mysteriously die a slow and painful death.” He nodded his head, once and sharp, before picking up his tea again and sipping. He let a pause reign before glancing at the girl beside him and shooting a little wink. “Not that I speak from moderate experience, all but the mysterious death part… Unless I have, and I’ve merely forgotten. Or maybe someone cursed me! Am I purple?” What a strange question, silly boy, where had that even come from? He had no idea. He simply… spoke. Sure, he thought more than he spoke, but often not about the same thing and often people got confused.

“I will certainly try my best to stay away from them from now on, Perhaps next time I’ll have to have an escort?”

Yukio hummed. “You’d better try. People can eat you, you know. You’re so tiny,” he giggled. Ah! Calling people short when you yourself were shorter? It was like a pot calling the kettle black, no? But, still, he really did worry, and he hoped that she wouldn’t go there period, so her question caught him a little off guard. He got the implication, the suggestion, but any sexual hints that could have been detected went thoroughly unnoticed. “To the Forest…?” He muttered, frowning at her. “I don’t know. Maybe… it sounds like an adventure, ne? Still, it’s cold outside now, and I don’t like the thought of getting caught or mauled…” He hummed. Perhaps he shouldn’t think out loud? Oh well, he’d already started… “Then again, you can’t really go through life without breaking a few rules for the fun of it, can you?” It wasn’t a question to be answered; he was merely musing, before he smiled at her. “Maybe, then. Androgynous answers are better than commitments to break.” He winked. “Maybe, though, we should pick an upperclassman to accompany us as well. They would know more spells if danger arose.” A Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, maybe? Those were more likely to stay and fight, though he supposed Ravenclaws and Slytherins could as well. He wasn’t trying to be biased, but he wasn’t of the other houses and he couldn’t be sure that they would enjoy fighting for one that was not their own. Running away, of course, was never a dull option.

“It’s great to meet you, and that’s so fantastic! What countries have you lived in? It’s my dream to travel the world when I graduate.”

Ah, another one! Yukio would love to travel the world… well, to the places that he wanted to see anyway. He had no will to go to Africa, nor Madagascar, nor Greenland, nor even Australia. Well, maybe Australia, as long as it wasn’t during the Winter, or Summer over there. Christmas without snow just didn’t seem nice, like it was here, in Scotland, in Hogwarts. It was truly a beautiful place… Oh, right, she’d asked a question. “Ah… Well, I was born in France, moved to Japan for a few years... moved to England when I was nine… or ten.” He paused, frowning. “Damn memory.. uh… I’ll go with nine, oui. Sounds good.” He grinned at her. “Traveling would be wonderful. I’d love to go to Italy, paint what I can. I mean—I’ve no interest to be a painter, but… I enjoy it when I have the time.” He paused. “Spain, too, for that matter. And Iceland and Canada! Ooh, perhaps America, too, to see a Broadway production!” He grinned. Oh, what a wonderful thought! He wondered if Wizards had an equivalent to Broadway… probably not.

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And Finally - -

I, ANNI, have read the rules, understand clearly what my responsibilities are now that I am joining ISS, and will abide by these standards set by the staff.

[bella]

Nifty-ness. Accepted!