Post by mysteriouskitsune on Mar 28, 2016 18:41:59 GMT -8
WORLD WIDE REGISTRY
THE BASICS
FULL NAME:
Boris Airay
Boris Airay
DATE OF BIRTH | AGE:
October 20 / 26
October 20 / 26
PLACE OF BIRTH | CURRENT CITIZENSHIP:
Italy | Japan
Italy | Japan
FACE CLAIM:
Boris from Heart No Kuni no Alice
Boris from Heart No Kuni no Alice
UNIT NAME/POSITION:
Evermore / Sacrifice
Evermore / Sacrifice
UNIT PARTNER:
Erik Kamazaki
Erik Kamazaki
NAME LOCATION:
On lower back
On lower back
GENDER:
Male
Male
MARITAL STATUS:
Single
Single
OCCUPATION:
Dj's at clubs
Dj's at clubs
ALIAS:
Played by Kit
Played by Kit
PERSONALITY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]My personality varies it maybe one day that im cheerful and would love to talk but there are days that I just want quietness and peace. But when the music starts to play to takes over my body and I get into it real quickly. Im either doing my music or going for a ride just enjoying life. Im a very kind person but its when you piss me off I want nothing to deal with you and i move on. when im in need of a rush like I go to a local party where I can chat and let loose. Im really easy to get to know and I make friends very easily. So in all im wild, love to party, and peaceful.
HISTORY
[attr="class","fbidossiertxtboxy"]o~ What's up all you party people? The name is Boris Airay and I am your DJ for the night. Oh wait you came to hear another tune. Um let me guess the tune you all came to hear wasn't my music but my life story, right? Trust me I am nothing special really. Just a normal kind of guy with a normal kind of family. Why are you looking at me like that? I know some personal tales here are sad, extraordinary, daring, unbelievable even. But when I say I am just ordinary I mean just that. In fact maybe hearing it my story it may help you see that. So how about we begin with my 2 wonderful parents huh?
I was born to one of the worlds most beautiful couple named Ken and Emily Airay. Two wonderful Italians who make the hills sing of love. Oh yes these two have a love so powerful I feel they could become one of the world's greatest wonders! Heh but anyways I was born and raised here in Italy and let me just say for another time life fore me was normal. Had grandparents that came to see me often. Parents who showered me every chance they got when not working. Yeah you would think they were home all the time but they couldn't be. When I was first born yes they were here for my first few years. But comes to find out I my dad is an architect with his own studio. My mom, check this out, is a Chemistry Teacher at a college here. Both very intelligent people, both graduates at the top of their class and can you believe it when I say they went to the same schools?! But something dad tells me all the time that women with brains and beauty will wow any man. Oh and believe me they have met in the oddest of ways yet again the most normal. Imagine a coffee shop crowded for the lunch hour. Mom and dad, well completely strangers at the time, were there and ordered their drinks. Dad had ordered first which was regular coffee but mom ordered a vanilla latte extra sweet. Oh and before you question this was way before they began adding your name to your cups and all that jazz. So yeah I am sure you guessed it. They got their order mixed up. This small coffee house became their spot to meet every afternoon. Long story short it is how they got together. See? Normal. Even though it sounds like something from a movie or a book even. Ah well...anyways.
I guess you could say dad even proposed to mom there. He told me the whole set up and how he nearly cried when she told him he she was expecting. Shortly after their wedding I was born. Now I told you about them let's get back to me. I was expected to be the proper, charming, you know everything expected of you as a kid I guess. It was repeated to my poor poor ears what hundreds? no no thousands of times. Ugh...I can still recall every single conversation on that hideous couch mom kept...But as moms always say boys will be boys. Yes I got into trouble....a lot of trouble. My dad would literally calculate how many times....man I hate math because of those...sessions....The one I really got in trouble for that almost had me in jail. I was what....around 10 I think and yeah I was very naughty. Always hung out with the wrong crowd and my friends, at that time, talked me into going into a construction zone. Now for the record this sky rise hotel? Yeah dad was the architect for that. So long story short we got in and I um got a hold of an electric saw. Of course it was a lot heavier than I thought so it took all of us to lift it and that is when we sort of turned it on by accident. Of course with that we sort of let go and dropped it which in turn it went on it's own slicing the foundation. Everything on that right side came down and we barely escaped alive. Yeah the police caught us so I was not only in trouble with the law but home was a whole nother issue. After that I never really got into trouble again.
Teen years came up pretty fast after that and I recall coming home to all these bags and boxes everywhere. When I asked them what was up dad said he just got a huge project in Japan. It was so huge that we were going to be living there for a couple of years. Now of course I never been out of Italy before and this....honestly this was pretty scary now. I told them I didn't want to go that I would live with my uncle. Course parents will be parents and yeah I didn't get to stay. But with that being said I didn't talk to them for a long time either. It was complicated actually because they had everything planned out in less than a months time. I got to my school, mom went to teach at a university and even got a chance for her Masters Degree. Dad got that major project and I? Well I became a rebel mostly. I felt lifeless for a very long time. Everything was back home in Italy. There was nothing for me here. I was teased for being the new kid. Yelled at for not trying to learn the language. Ignored because of my accent. Being almost an adult...sucked. Secondary school, which is what they call the high school years here, made me wear something called a uniform. And get this we have to wear special shoes in the buildings. Clean up after class and if we mess up man detention here is far worse than anything I remember. I just couldn't fit in at all and that seemed to bother me to my core.
When the search for a college was underway I was looking for something just as empty as me. But that is damn near impossible to find here in such a place where your education is life. One college had my interest though and I wanted to see it for myself. So like my mother told me I went to visit the campus. While walking around ad sort of getting a feel for things a girl wlaked up to me and asked me for directions. She looked sort of like a fan girl for anime and was totally lost. I wasn't expecting er to literally bump into me. Who does that?! Anyways I decided to be nice for like 2 minutes and just show her the way since she can't read the Romaji at all. It seemed that somehow we sort of began talking which turned into dating. Oh yeah did I mention she was a transfer here with the same issue I had? She knew basic Japanese and by now I knew more than enough to get me by. I was the one to ask her out of course. Dad said you always have to be traditional and all that jazz. She told me her love for music and since I am a music kind of guy we sort of, clicked. Eventually I was really digging this girl and she was really digging me. I brought her to meet my parents and due to them liking her instantly things sort of sped up from there. We would party and have such a wild, great time I did what I felt was great at the time. If you haven't guessed by now I assume you must have never had sex before.
Oh yes that night we lost our ears and tails together. You know that whole purity thing was now gone. I truly felt she was the one fore me. That whole love at first sight thing and all. At the time that was what I thought. Shortly after that night she sort of changed. She began ignoring most of my calls or texts. Avoided me on the college campus, and whenever we did see each other we argued over the most petty of things. It was...mind numbing I will tell you that much. One night I went to a party and she just happened to be there. Earlier that day we had gotten into a pretty bad argument and we weren't speaking to each other. She left early with one of her girlfirends after getting a call she shrieked about. Instinct told me to follow her and yes although it is wrong and an invasion of privacy I felt something was up and I needed answers. After tailing them I found out she was dating someone else. It wasn't just any guy it was my DJ partner whom I trained under. That night I felt anger, betrayal, hatred, so many things and yet the part that hurt the most was I felt broken. My parents spoke to me that night and told me that the first love will always hurt because it is your first. Oh how right they were and how quick to judge I became. Needless to say I just sort of dropped out of college and just sort of became a recluse. My mentor and I never spoke after I confronted his girl about her bitchlike behavior. Lok I know not all guys are loyal alright but that doesn't mean I wasn't because I was.
Now don't get me wrong I dated plenty after her in the next coming years but they were....empty. I arrived at the house from a long night of clubbing in the town next door and I literally fell into a box. Of course it doesn't help to wear sunglasses in the house but what can I say? The sunlight was just blinding me...Mom found me and told me they were moving again but this time I could stay. I didn't have to go and they were giving me the house. On a loan...sort of. I mean it is paid for but I can only live here if I got a job and maintained it since they were going to come back and visit once in a while. Now mind you during this who recluse, loner state I had changed my hair got some piercings was thinking about a tattoo and all that jazz. So getting a job? That was a no and a slammed door in my face I had lost count. I had practically given up hope in the business world and went to a bar for the night. It had just opened maybe an hour before I came and someone was setting up. I ordered my drink and walked over to the guys setting up. I was just curious and they told me they were helping this DJ set up for the night. Now by this time I haven't DJ'ed in a long while so I chatted with the guy once he came around. It took a lot of convincing but later in the night he allowed me to DJ for a bit. Oh yeah I still had it and to my surprise he stated he was looking for a partner. So yeah that is how I got my job. I don't know if that was luck or what but I was so happy to state I had a job in something I love doing.
So here is where life was sort of tossed me around again. We were part of a special hosted event. It was for a good cause and all the DJ's were given a shirt. Mines was green which was cool because I had a dark purple for my hair at the time. But we were told we had to wear these shirts before we all went to our stands. So as I changed one of the DJ's asked me about this mark I had on my back. Asked me why I had a tramp stamp and I gave him the oddest look known to man. I went to the mirror and I looked at it. The guys laughed and I grumbled that I had no idea what the name meant or where it came from. I had to compose myself from punching the guy since he kept calling it a trampstamp. When the event was over I called mom and dad. Told them what had happened but even they didn't know a thing about it. As I waited in the dressing room one of the other DJ's there handed me a card and said call this academy. It will teach me everything I need to know. Course me being hard headed I placed the card in my wallet and forgot about it.
It took me almost a year in order for me to walk up close to he school. I never finished college and going to this academy would make me feel like I was worthless at my age so before I could even make it inside I turned around and walked away. This is when I actually came across this pretty nervous guy. He was on the park bench just outside of the campus holding this envelop. Very shy and honestly I thought it was a girl at first until he stood up trying to look determined. I must have startled him in his thoughts because he fell and looked shocked. I helped him up and was watching him. I know it ain't polite to stare but for some reason I just couldn't stop. I felt tingly that day and trust me as odd as it felt I have been determined to find him again. No idea why but something inside says I must. And that is where we are now. Told you I was pretty ordinary. Oh! Food is here! Gotta go so Ciao for now.
I was born to one of the worlds most beautiful couple named Ken and Emily Airay. Two wonderful Italians who make the hills sing of love. Oh yes these two have a love so powerful I feel they could become one of the world's greatest wonders! Heh but anyways I was born and raised here in Italy and let me just say for another time life fore me was normal. Had grandparents that came to see me often. Parents who showered me every chance they got when not working. Yeah you would think they were home all the time but they couldn't be. When I was first born yes they were here for my first few years. But comes to find out I my dad is an architect with his own studio. My mom, check this out, is a Chemistry Teacher at a college here. Both very intelligent people, both graduates at the top of their class and can you believe it when I say they went to the same schools?! But something dad tells me all the time that women with brains and beauty will wow any man. Oh and believe me they have met in the oddest of ways yet again the most normal. Imagine a coffee shop crowded for the lunch hour. Mom and dad, well completely strangers at the time, were there and ordered their drinks. Dad had ordered first which was regular coffee but mom ordered a vanilla latte extra sweet. Oh and before you question this was way before they began adding your name to your cups and all that jazz. So yeah I am sure you guessed it. They got their order mixed up. This small coffee house became their spot to meet every afternoon. Long story short it is how they got together. See? Normal. Even though it sounds like something from a movie or a book even. Ah well...anyways.
I guess you could say dad even proposed to mom there. He told me the whole set up and how he nearly cried when she told him he she was expecting. Shortly after their wedding I was born. Now I told you about them let's get back to me. I was expected to be the proper, charming, you know everything expected of you as a kid I guess. It was repeated to my poor poor ears what hundreds? no no thousands of times. Ugh...I can still recall every single conversation on that hideous couch mom kept...But as moms always say boys will be boys. Yes I got into trouble....a lot of trouble. My dad would literally calculate how many times....man I hate math because of those...sessions....The one I really got in trouble for that almost had me in jail. I was what....around 10 I think and yeah I was very naughty. Always hung out with the wrong crowd and my friends, at that time, talked me into going into a construction zone. Now for the record this sky rise hotel? Yeah dad was the architect for that. So long story short we got in and I um got a hold of an electric saw. Of course it was a lot heavier than I thought so it took all of us to lift it and that is when we sort of turned it on by accident. Of course with that we sort of let go and dropped it which in turn it went on it's own slicing the foundation. Everything on that right side came down and we barely escaped alive. Yeah the police caught us so I was not only in trouble with the law but home was a whole nother issue. After that I never really got into trouble again.
Teen years came up pretty fast after that and I recall coming home to all these bags and boxes everywhere. When I asked them what was up dad said he just got a huge project in Japan. It was so huge that we were going to be living there for a couple of years. Now of course I never been out of Italy before and this....honestly this was pretty scary now. I told them I didn't want to go that I would live with my uncle. Course parents will be parents and yeah I didn't get to stay. But with that being said I didn't talk to them for a long time either. It was complicated actually because they had everything planned out in less than a months time. I got to my school, mom went to teach at a university and even got a chance for her Masters Degree. Dad got that major project and I? Well I became a rebel mostly. I felt lifeless for a very long time. Everything was back home in Italy. There was nothing for me here. I was teased for being the new kid. Yelled at for not trying to learn the language. Ignored because of my accent. Being almost an adult...sucked. Secondary school, which is what they call the high school years here, made me wear something called a uniform. And get this we have to wear special shoes in the buildings. Clean up after class and if we mess up man detention here is far worse than anything I remember. I just couldn't fit in at all and that seemed to bother me to my core.
When the search for a college was underway I was looking for something just as empty as me. But that is damn near impossible to find here in such a place where your education is life. One college had my interest though and I wanted to see it for myself. So like my mother told me I went to visit the campus. While walking around ad sort of getting a feel for things a girl wlaked up to me and asked me for directions. She looked sort of like a fan girl for anime and was totally lost. I wasn't expecting er to literally bump into me. Who does that?! Anyways I decided to be nice for like 2 minutes and just show her the way since she can't read the Romaji at all. It seemed that somehow we sort of began talking which turned into dating. Oh yeah did I mention she was a transfer here with the same issue I had? She knew basic Japanese and by now I knew more than enough to get me by. I was the one to ask her out of course. Dad said you always have to be traditional and all that jazz. She told me her love for music and since I am a music kind of guy we sort of, clicked. Eventually I was really digging this girl and she was really digging me. I brought her to meet my parents and due to them liking her instantly things sort of sped up from there. We would party and have such a wild, great time I did what I felt was great at the time. If you haven't guessed by now I assume you must have never had sex before.
Oh yes that night we lost our ears and tails together. You know that whole purity thing was now gone. I truly felt she was the one fore me. That whole love at first sight thing and all. At the time that was what I thought. Shortly after that night she sort of changed. She began ignoring most of my calls or texts. Avoided me on the college campus, and whenever we did see each other we argued over the most petty of things. It was...mind numbing I will tell you that much. One night I went to a party and she just happened to be there. Earlier that day we had gotten into a pretty bad argument and we weren't speaking to each other. She left early with one of her girlfirends after getting a call she shrieked about. Instinct told me to follow her and yes although it is wrong and an invasion of privacy I felt something was up and I needed answers. After tailing them I found out she was dating someone else. It wasn't just any guy it was my DJ partner whom I trained under. That night I felt anger, betrayal, hatred, so many things and yet the part that hurt the most was I felt broken. My parents spoke to me that night and told me that the first love will always hurt because it is your first. Oh how right they were and how quick to judge I became. Needless to say I just sort of dropped out of college and just sort of became a recluse. My mentor and I never spoke after I confronted his girl about her bitchlike behavior. Lok I know not all guys are loyal alright but that doesn't mean I wasn't because I was.
Now don't get me wrong I dated plenty after her in the next coming years but they were....empty. I arrived at the house from a long night of clubbing in the town next door and I literally fell into a box. Of course it doesn't help to wear sunglasses in the house but what can I say? The sunlight was just blinding me...Mom found me and told me they were moving again but this time I could stay. I didn't have to go and they were giving me the house. On a loan...sort of. I mean it is paid for but I can only live here if I got a job and maintained it since they were going to come back and visit once in a while. Now mind you during this who recluse, loner state I had changed my hair got some piercings was thinking about a tattoo and all that jazz. So getting a job? That was a no and a slammed door in my face I had lost count. I had practically given up hope in the business world and went to a bar for the night. It had just opened maybe an hour before I came and someone was setting up. I ordered my drink and walked over to the guys setting up. I was just curious and they told me they were helping this DJ set up for the night. Now by this time I haven't DJ'ed in a long while so I chatted with the guy once he came around. It took a lot of convincing but later in the night he allowed me to DJ for a bit. Oh yeah I still had it and to my surprise he stated he was looking for a partner. So yeah that is how I got my job. I don't know if that was luck or what but I was so happy to state I had a job in something I love doing.
So here is where life was sort of tossed me around again. We were part of a special hosted event. It was for a good cause and all the DJ's were given a shirt. Mines was green which was cool because I had a dark purple for my hair at the time. But we were told we had to wear these shirts before we all went to our stands. So as I changed one of the DJ's asked me about this mark I had on my back. Asked me why I had a tramp stamp and I gave him the oddest look known to man. I went to the mirror and I looked at it. The guys laughed and I grumbled that I had no idea what the name meant or where it came from. I had to compose myself from punching the guy since he kept calling it a trampstamp. When the event was over I called mom and dad. Told them what had happened but even they didn't know a thing about it. As I waited in the dressing room one of the other DJ's there handed me a card and said call this academy. It will teach me everything I need to know. Course me being hard headed I placed the card in my wallet and forgot about it.
It took me almost a year in order for me to walk up close to he school. I never finished college and going to this academy would make me feel like I was worthless at my age so before I could even make it inside I turned around and walked away. This is when I actually came across this pretty nervous guy. He was on the park bench just outside of the campus holding this envelop. Very shy and honestly I thought it was a girl at first until he stood up trying to look determined. I must have startled him in his thoughts because he fell and looked shocked. I helped him up and was watching him. I know it ain't polite to stare but for some reason I just couldn't stop. I felt tingly that day and trust me as odd as it felt I have been determined to find him again. No idea why but something inside says I must. And that is where we are now. Told you I was pretty ordinary. Oh! Food is here! Gotta go so Ciao for now.
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