Name: Akamine Sota
Meaning: 颯 meaning "sudden, sound of the wind" and 太 (ta) meaning "thick, big, great"
Age: 12
Physical Description:
Sota’s hair is a group of wild, red, gravity defying strands prodding in a thousand directions. Some might call it unkempt, but you can’t blame him; it looks worse when tamed. Golden eyes are usually blown wide to mimic his reactive personality, or lazy and something closer to arrogant when he needs you to know that he’s bored. Due to the form of them as well as his long lashes, Sota’s eyes might remind one of a cat’s. He’s average in height (152cm), slightly less in weight (37kg), but you’d have a hard time figuring out the latter due to Sota's habit of dressing big. His wardrobe houses nothing but oversized jackets and oversized, baggy pants.
Other notable features are the silvery rings that line his ears — a big fuck you to his parents, if nothing else.
Mental Description:
At first glance, Sota is yet another hotheaded kid that occasionally gets mistaken for a bully. And the definition isn’t far off, but… it doesn’t quite cut it. He’s a menace, a jokester at best; a vulgar, mannerless brat at worst, and his impulse control — or lack thereof — is often the face of his persona. Deep down, there’s a seemingly need to stick out. To reach for the limelight at all times, but he’s far too much a jerk for that sort of pity. He's needlessly loud, dangerously cocky, and falls into disinterest more times than not.
Dreams and ambitions are short-lived. If you haven't caught onto it yet; Sota is an immature kid, failing to see past the present. He hardly respects consequences, let alone the idea of a dream for the future. All he seems to ever want in the moment is pleasure and entertainment, and he makes sure to seek it through no safe means.
History:
Sota is your average kid, untainted by any trauma or a somber event in his past. Having grown to a pair of typical albeit distant set of parents, and along side a younger sister, Sota lived an otherwise comfortable life. To Sota, this comfort felt like a chore. Growing up, he leaned perhaps too much into the clique and groups of his neighbourhood, occasionally falling into scuffles which only added to his parents’ disappointment. It was clear that, from an early age, Sota was a thrill seeker. To an ignorant degree. And, really — that’s what he’d grown up to be. Stupid. He'd call it brave.
There was no stopping him from joining the academy, even if his training background consisted of nothing but dangerous pranks and ploys that often danced the line between legal and otherwise. Even then, the biggest problem seemed to be his behavior. Behavioural issues, one teacher had called it.
Bloodline/Core ability: none.
