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Personality/Likes & Dislikes:
If there is any one word that can fully described a person, then the word that describes Haku is nice. He is unfailingly sweet and polite to everyone who speaks with him – baring those who tease him for his androgynous looks, of course. His personality may seem at odds with the sheer number of little quirks in his appearance – the tattoos and piercings most of all – but those who get to know him better see that they fit him as well. Something that he originally adopted to help him look at least a little more masculine ended up complimenting his happy nature in an interesting way.

However, accuse him of being a girl and risk upsetting him. Although Haku doesn’t hold grudges, and gives most people the benefit of the doubt for assuming, he suffered through too many taunts as a child and a teenager to take such things lightly. He is self-conscious about his appearance, even though he sometimes makes his more feminine characteristics all the more noticeable, it is often without realizing he’s doing it.

Of course, no one can be happy with every aspect of themselves. Since his parent’s death, Haku has felt himself to be unnecessary. With no family connections and no positive influence inside or outside of school, he has spent the larger part of his life without a real goal in mind, because he believes he is not needed by anyone. He holds on to the hope that someday he will find someone who will see him as important, but he isn’t looking for that person. He now just takes what life hands him and goes with it.

Perhaps because of this, Haku has been extremely protective of the few friends he’s had. On their pointing out to him that he basically lets them treat him like a doormat, he has simply shrugged and smiled. If it will cause people to want him around, Haku will be willing to do it. If he finds you to be worth the effort and respect, he will be extremely faithful to you.


First person writing sample:
I’m not sure you can say that interview went well.

…I mean, yes, I got the job. But that doesn’t really constitute as going well, does it? When the dean sits there and stares at you for a full-on twenty minutes with a blank look on his face? Because I didn’t know I was having a job interview today, so my hair’s still pink and blue and my clothes aren’t exactly professional, you know. Add to that, I can’t take my lip-ring out for at least another month or it’ll close.

And I wasn’t expecting him to smile like that. He seems like a very nice man, but that look was very close to terrifying.

Oh well. I’ve got the job. Now… now I just have to teach whatever group of students they hand me how to write.

Of course. That will be easy.

Anyone can write, after all. It’s just a matter of having an imagination, and everyone’s got an imagination, just some people haven’t developed it. Fiction isn’t that hard, you just write anything you’ve ever dreamed or fantasized about and there you have it, right on the page. No right answer and no wrong answer, just yourself.

I suppose that’s why I like it. It’s something that’s just me, no one else in the mix. I suppose that’s why I haven’t got the drive to write a novel. How would I end it? If it’s me, how could I end it? It would have to be open, to let the ending come on its own. And I bet editors don’t like that. I bet in their world endings are short and sweet and wrap up all the loose ends, or else the end isn’t really the end because it’s a steep cliff that the reader nearly falls off, and then they have to wait a year or two to find the bridge.

I guess that’s like life, too. But you’d have to keep writing forever, and you’d never finish the story. Someone else would have to write your end.