Name: Huang Motou
Aliases/ Nicknames: Bird Boy, Idiot
Age: 18 (( Almost 19 ))
Seat: Human
Height: 5’4”
Weight: 87 lbs
Personality: The best word to describe Huang is either hyper, happy-go-lucky, or annoying as hell. He's quite the loud mouth, and has no problem speaking his mind, but he tends to go overboard with his bubbly, cheerful attitude though. However, when something or someone intimidates him though, he turns very quiet and is easily frightened. His bad habit of twirling two feathers in his hands shows whenever he's distressed, worried, or just plain nervous. His happiness is just an act, which is just an unconscious reaction to do to make people not worry for him. His true feelings and personality are kept a secret and locked away from outsiders. Huang, despite having trouble drawn to him a lot, hates it when he's an actual burden to others. He's surprisingly very intelligent and has a strange sense of creativity, but that fact is easily forgotten, as he seems to be so oblivious, naive, or such a dunce at times.
Theme Song(s): N/A
Physical Description: Huang has a messy bird's nest of black hair which frames his sickly pale face and falls over bright hazel eyes. A pair of bottle-cap glasses are perched on top of his head, and two feathers are tucked behind his ear. His eyes have a faint sheen of multiple colors, which usually changes shades of hues to his emotions. Standing at 5’4” and weighing about 87 lbs, Huang has a quite small and scrawny physique, with no muscles at all, just skin and bones. He also has feminine features, which he absolutely despises. In fact, he’s been forced into women’s clothing and cosplays several times because of this, and it’s not even his fault that he looks so girly. Excluding those kinds of clothes, Huang is usually seen in a long sleeved shirt with a t-shirt over it and jeans.
Skills:
Spiritually Aware: Just as said, Huang can see Shinigami, Hollows, and ect.
Tai Chi Artist: It was a class he had taken just for the heck of it since there wasn’t really much to do with his poor health.
Freeloading: Huang specializes in freeloading and mooching off people.
Creativity: It can be taken as a good and bad thing because his creativity interferes with his common sense almost all the time.
Bio: As a child, he could barely remember the outside world as time flew by. The most he could remember was being caged inside the dull white walls that surrounded him and the thick smell of antiseptic and the ill and dead. He dreamed of finally escaping the prison-like room, but that was a goal, which could never be accomplished. He was born with a poor set of lungs, and constantly needed the medical help. He knew he should be thankful that he was able to live to the age of 18, a miracle that the doctors hadn't expected for him, but what was the point of living when you're stuck within the small boundaries of a hospital for the rest of your life? On some occasions, the few friends he had snuck him out, just to let him enjoy a normal life, which also involved the hint of fun chaos, that always followed after them. The fun never lasted long as his sickness always ruined it. In the end, he was always sent straight back to the hospital.
His family came to visit him quite often as well, looking worse and worse each time. His mother would look at him with puffy, blood-shot eyes with tears shining, while his father hung back, with stress hanging in the air about him. His twin brother, Riku, would sit down and read his book as though nothing had happened, denying that he even had a brother, and his slightly younger sister, Bran, would direct glares of pure anger and hatred at him. Huang would always give them a fake grin, giving false words of encouragement that he'd get better one day, and they'd finally be a normal family, but in reality, everyone knew that would never come true. It hurt to know that he was just being a burden to his family, but he managed to keep up his act, which soon became an unconscious thing for him to do, whether he realizes it or not.
One night, Bran had enough. In her mind, she thought that Huang should have died as a child, or better yet, he should have never exited. Their parents were working day and night, often over stressing themselves, as they tried to pay off the financial problems like the large medical bill, there was always an uneasy silence in the house after they had finished visiting their sick brother, and no matter how hard they try their best to make do without him, they couldn't permanently erase Huang from their lives. An evil plot hatched in her mind. Why didn’t she think of this idea sooner? She snuck into the hospital room late at night, and grinned maniacally at the thought of having to finally live a normal life without the stress. She didn't want him to just die. No, she wanted him to suffer, just like the family did all those years. Pressing one hand against his fragile and vulnerable throat, she slowly added pressure.
Eyes snapped open as he realized he couldn't breathe, and hands instantly scrambled to pry off the locked grip on his throat. He choked and coughed at the lack of oxygen. Black began blurring his sight. Suddenly, the grip was released, and the rush of sweet air flowed back into his lungs. He concentrated his vision on the perpetrator, widening his eyes when it was his own sister. Fear latched onto his heart. No, it wasn't the fact that it was his own flesh and blood that terrified him, but the insanity, which burned in her eyes. He glanced at the door and at the phone to call the nurses or doctors to help him. His mind was racing for all the methods that could help him escape from Bran.
Bran's eyes darkened when she caught the gazes of some possible escape routes. No way was she letting him escape this easily. She gripped the collar of his shirt before he could react and shoved him against an open windowsill.
Huang grabbed at the edges of the window. The chill wind of the night bit at him. If he fell, that would mean instant death for him, especially since this was the top floor. Bran's wicked grin returned. She wouldn't let him get off with just a measly death. What she planned to do was whisper the cruelest words to him, and it was exactly what she did. Mocking sneers and cold sniggers pierced his heart. He knew most of what she said was true. He should have never been born if he was this much trouble, a regret to have around. Bran nearly cackled at the sight of bright, energy-filled eyes dull to empty lifeless ones. Fingers slowly released their grip, and his thin frame leaned out the window. Soon, sharp wind cut at him as he fell. For some strange reason, a dazed smile flitted about his face. He just realized that he was finally free from his cage. Barely held snickers were heard from the room, and suddenly a sickening crack rang throughout the night, and darkness took over.
By the time hazel orbs opened, he found himself right where he first started. He was back in that white prison except this time, it felt like he was suffocating in hell with the knowledge of how he could have survived that fall. There wasn’t any way he could have lived, and yet, he did. However, he soon found his answer about his lucky survival from a fellow nurse. ‘Oh, so that’s what happened.’ He thought numbly to himself before plastering a grin to his face. The next day, Huang had escaped the hospital once again, but this time, he had no plans of going back.
