Writing Sample for Character: (All writing will be done in third person in this RPG. Please use that here as well.)
Rejected. Again. Although his was hardly new for the small child with bright blue-violet eyes, watching a bit sadly as the boy he’d tried to talk to was yanked away by his mother. He was abnormal, she had said in what she’d thought was a whisper, her opinion really having nothing to do with Kamui so much as it had to do with his mother. He remembered that woman with the bun coming over the day they’d moved into their new house, wanting to speak to his mother as if to become friends, but then quickly leaving as she mumbled something about shame and having an illegitimate child. It hadn’t been the first time he’d heard that word, but he still didn’t know what it meant; only that it was apparently a bad thing and that he couldn’t spell it well enough to find it in the dictionary.
Quickly giving up on the child being allowed to return, he walked though their new house, still half in boxes, retrieving the two things that he’d unpacked first before heading outside. He did like that their home backed up to the ocean, finding the sound of the waves and the glittering of the water a bit soothing. Kotori probably would have liked it, too, he thought: she liked pretty things and would have wanted to play in it, even though both he and Fuuma would have had to chase her though the water, worrying over the small girl getting knocked over by one of the larger waves. There really would have been the prospect of that becoming a bit of an ordeal, but… it still would have managed to be fun, and at least they would have all been together. Not like now, Kamui entirely alone, the sound of childish laughter replaced by the calls of seabirds and the soft whoosh of the cresting water.
“Kaa-san says we can’t go back now…” his words were soft, spoken into the items he was hugging, knees to his chest, nuzzling his face into them and breathing: the teddy Kotori had given him on his first birthday with them, as well as one of Fuuma’s shirts he’d forgotten to return a while ago. They were the only reminders he had of his two friends aside from memories; almost everything else lost in the haste of their move. “But I won’t forget, okay?” Kamui glanced back at the house for just a moment, knowing his mother would be returning from getting groceries soon, and would probably call him in to eat shortly after that. “Cause…” a little yawn left him, face turning back and nuzzling even further into the items, eyes closed as if he was going to doze off, “Cause Fuuma said I wouldn’t.”