+ Atorasu 'Atlas' Shibata +
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- General Appearance -
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Atorasu would always seem to sport neat hair, aside from when he's just woken up though it always ended up fixing itself.
He would style his hair in a middle part, keeping the top longer falling just below his eyebrows, and the sides and back shaved down.
His hair would be a natural shiny black, almost taking on a dark blue hue in the right light.
He would weigh approximately 175LBS, and would stand at six foot one.
His build would appear as though it was lanky though he had a fit muscle toned body, that had scars scattered over it. Most noticeable would be the ones that were placed on his face, they ranged in width, depth, length, and age. He would also have carved markings that had healed over into shaped scars appearing across his body as well, the one that most people notice first would be the rose carved into the back of his neck. There'd also be initials M.S on his left shoulder blade, and a heart carved into his right hip. His belly button would also be pierced, most commonly he'd be wearing a silver bar.. though on occasion he would change it to a black bar or something a bit more loud, like jewels.
His left arm would have a flower tattoo sprawled out from his wrist all the way to his chest, along with a set of swords that were damaged tattooed on and between his shoulders on his back.
Similar to these ones
He can be seen wearing an assortment of fashion styles, ranging from modern street wear, casual business attire such as suits and button ups, dark academia inspired coats and vests, to 70s fashion, adorning colorful to beige blazers paired with pointed boots and pants that would flair at the ankles.
References to outfits.
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Voice
He would speak in a low voice, with a hint of gravel to it as he said each word
Song
Dirty love - Mt. joy
Personality
His current personality would be seen as almost stoic, a blank, cool, look to his face most of the time, though it was easily discovered he was quite the opposite, he would be known to have rather quick changes in mood, going from calm to an angered tone. He's quite the hot head, and was easy to upset. He'd also be known to get into fights rather easily, throwing down with anyone who ticked him off, especially strangers. Though, sometimes, few 'lucky' strangers would get his polite side, accompanied by warm smiles and soft laughs, such a charmer, this only seemed to happen to those he found attractive, and only when he wanted to bring them home. Those close to him that he actually enjoyed the company of he would protect fiercely, though there was few people he deemed close to him, others he just occasionally hung-out with. friends may describe him as kind and somewhat selfless, others would say he's, blunt, rude, and somewhat promiscuous. Though he was somewhat sensitive, things would not often make him cry, even though he tried his best to keep that deep down inside him. Crying in-front of someone was few and far between for Atlas, though it still did happen on occasion.
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- Basic Information -
Nicknames
He prefers being called Atlas, though has been called "Atty" by select people, which did not bother him at all.
Some jokingly call him "Casper" though, he absolutely hates this
Pronouns to use
He/Him
Age
Atorasu is currently 18!
Birthdate
March 22nd, 2003.
Place of Birth
It's assumed that he was born somewhere in Japan.
Nationality
Japanese
Race
Appears Asian, though has partly Italian genes from his fathers side, but not much is known about that part of his family history.
Sexual Orientation
Does not have a label
Religious Beliefs
Agnostic, though he is spiritual on his own time.
Relations
Mother - Niko Somasu - Deceased
"Someone who should have been caring and supporting of me, but wasn't. She owes me my childhood along with my father."
Father - Kosuke Shibata - Deceased
"I do not have a single kind word to describe this man, so I wont even they to attempt."
Adoptive father - 'Hiro' - Deceased
"In the little time that I got to know and experience this kind, giving man, it has changed me and only for the better. I thank him for caring for me when I could not do so myself."
Child - Hiro Shibata - Alive
"My child, my light, too pure for this world. I can't wait to watch you grow up."
Best friend - Victoria 'Vic' A Garcia - Alive
"I know our relationship is rocky, more times than not, but we always seem to work things out. My friend, you are so amazing, I have no words to describe the feelings I have towards you. You've seen me at my best and worst and continue to build me up. Thank you"
Friend - Min Hanazono - Alive
"Such a kind person, I'm happy to be friends with someone like you."
- Backstory -
!TW!
Mentions of sensitive topics
Emotional/Physical abuse
Atorasu ‘Atlas’ Shibata
Younger years
March 22nd, 2003. A small, raven haired boy with bright blue eyes was born, 5 pounds 6 ounces in a dimly lit hospital room in Hokkaido Japan, his mother Niko Somasu holding him while his father Kosuke Shibata stood beside them, what seemed like the perfect family.
Some time passed from his birth, the boy now being the age of 5. Atlas grew up in a poor neighborhood, as his parents didn’t have much money, and what little they did have was spent on smokes or drinks, his father succumbed to the abuse of alcohol, his mother following after, their nights spent screaming at each other along with throwing things in their small apartment. The rooms reeked of alcohol from bottles being shattered, and cigarette smoke. The boy, not understanding what was happening but being scared and concerned as to why they were upset, would try his best to intervene with fights. His parents, not being too keen on his behavior, would often get upset at him, forcing him to clean up the broken bottles they had previously shattered, causing him to develop a few scars on his hands from sharp glass as he was only a small child. Frustrated and confused, as a toddler Atlas would often have outbursts, screaming fits, and tantrums quite often at the slightest thing when in school, so much so teachers would old meetings with his parents which seemed to go nowhere as his parents claimed they had no idea as to why he would behave like this. Once at home, his father would scream at him, telling him that he may get taken away if he continued to act like this, that he would lose his parents due to the outbursts, his mother sitting back allowing the father to act like that. Atlas, standing there in tears as he was screamed at, being a naïve child he would straighten up, being clueless as to what was happening and not wanting to lose his family he would begin behaving normally again.
Time passed, Atlas now being 8, his situation growing worse, his father going from a somewhat functioning angry alcoholic, to a completely abusive monster, taking out some of his anger out on the young boy, some on his mother, and the rest out on the apartment. They still lived in the tiny home, the cops often being called on them for noise complaints or concerns of domestic abuse calls. His father would never harm them in visible places or harm Atlas enough that it left marks. . The screaming continued in his life, both parents spent most of their time still drunk as ever. Kosuke often tells Atlas to get him drinks from the fridge or he’ll smack him, then telling him that was all he was good for. This sort of treatment followed him until he was 10, until one night in January, snow covering most of the land, and streets, the familiar fighting was filling the living room as Atlas hid in a closet where he had found comfort when they decided to go on like this, slamming of items could be heard on table tops, words being yelled, but muffled by his hands so he couldn’t hear what they were saying. The thuds of heavy footsteps could be felt in the floorboards as his father approached the hiding place, swinging open the door to the small cupboard he had tucked himself away into, Kosuke slurring his speech as he barked at Atlas that they were leaving to get more to drink, he was obviously already intoxicated. Atlas would nod, clutching his chest as his father closed the door once more, leaving the boy there alone as both parents departed. The slam of the front door heard as they left, then the starting of their beat up car, they were obviously still fighting as the ranting trailed out all the way out to the driveway, getting muffled by them pulling out.
A couple hours had passed, it was getting late, a clock reading 3:46 AM. Atlas would crawl out of the cupboard at the sound of the door being knocked on, something not usual for their return. He would peek out the window beside the door, blue and red flashing lights reflecting off the snow outside and lighting up the boy’s face as he parted the curtains. Knowing who these people were, after his father had scolded him for talking to these men before would cower in fear, this was his first time being confronted by the police alone, he would open the door, knowing they’d most likely open the door anyways, standing before a tall policeman.
The policeman asked him a few questions, before informing him of his parents passing, the boy, confused once again, was unsure of what was happening. Though the police took him in to place him in foster care as they had no living relatives.
Atorasu’s teenage years.
Atlas had been bouncing around foster homes, some unable to keep him due to his outbursts and other actions. He was unwilling to trust some, and was often argumentative to some others, or he’d run away from the homes. Eventually ending up being successful in running away, going from Hokkaido to Karakura at 15. He found himself living on the streets most of the time, homeless basically, only occasionally staying on some friends couches until he managed to pick fights with them and getting kicked out once more. He was struggling worse than his parents with money, usually not knowing when the next time he was gonna get food was, along with constantly getting into fights then managing to evade the consequences. A man had found him, mentioning a name of a local gang that may be able to secure him a source of income as it was his only option, recognizing that one of Atorasu’s only talents at the time was getting in and out of fights at only 16, proving he had some street skills and may be a good asset to a gang. He agreed with the man, joining the gang, this had worked out well for him as he did get money for working with these people, until the gang got into hot water with another gang, he was 17 at the time, issues getting started up, the cops getting closer to discovering them along with the rival gang wanting to single them out and take them down, Atlas stuck in a corner, decided that this was not what he had signed up for originally, especially since now money was coming in less and less, numbers in the gang dwindling, he fled the country to Italy, where he would stay for several months, before returning.
Another man, Hiro, had picked him up once he returned, becoming his role model and father figure, Atlas looked up to him. Hiro helped Atlas navigate his young adulthood, being there for him. This man helped change Atorasu’s life. Hiro supported him even when he made mistakes, Atorasu had no idea how to react to kindness like this, being taken in like he was his own. After Atlas had just turned 18, he met a girl, and they spent a night together. A couple of weeks later, the girl reached out to Atlas, informing him that she was carrying his kid. He then got his act together, terrified of what this may turn into. He tried his best to get better so he could raise the kid right. Though he made many mistakes, and after the kid was born, only a few months later, his father figure Hiro passed, Atlas did not even know what to do, slowly lost himself due to the grief, along with his underlying mental health issues. Some time later he was hospitalized after an event happened out of town, he stayed there for about a year. Most of his friends had either moved away or died, including the mother of his child and the child, moving somewhere he couldn’t find them.
Present day
He’s still unstable, not being able to hold friendships down, the past ones barely surviving, though he’s getting better. Nothing is known about how he’s going to turn out or what his life will be like.
+ face claim +
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- General Appearance -
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Atorasu would always seem to sport neat hair, aside from when he's just woken up though it always ended up fixing itself.
He would style his hair in a middle part, keeping the top longer falling just below his eyebrows, and the sides and back shaved down.
His hair would be a natural shiny black, almost taking on a dark blue hue in the right light.
He would weigh approximately 175LBS, and would stand at six foot one.
His build would appear as though it was lanky though he had a fit muscle toned body, that had scars scattered over it. Most noticeable would be the ones that were placed on his face, they ranged in width, depth, length, and age. He would also have carved markings that had healed over into shaped scars appearing across his body as well, the one that most people notice first would be the rose carved into the back of his neck. There'd also be initials M.S on his left shoulder blade, and a heart carved into his right hip. His belly button would also be pierced, most commonly he'd be wearing a silver bar.. though on occasion he would change it to a black bar or something a bit more loud, like jewels.
His left arm would have a flower tattoo sprawled out from his wrist all the way to his chest, along with a set of swords that were damaged tattooed on and between his shoulders on his back.
Similar to these ones
He can be seen wearing an assortment of fashion styles, ranging from modern street wear, casual business attire such as suits and button ups, dark academia inspired coats and vests, to 70s fashion, adorning colorful to beige blazers paired with pointed boots and pants that would flair at the ankles.
References to outfits.
*+:｡.｡｡:+*°•. ✿ .•°*+:｡｡.｡:+*
Voice
He would speak in a low voice, with a hint of gravel to it as he said each word
Song
Dirty love - Mt. joy
Personality
His current personality would be seen as almost stoic, a blank, cool, look to his face most of the time, though it was easily discovered he was quite the opposite, he would be known to have rather quick changes in mood, going from calm to an angered tone. He's quite the hot head, and was easy to upset. He'd also be known to get into fights rather easily, throwing down with anyone who ticked him off, especially strangers. Though, sometimes, few 'lucky' strangers would get his polite side, accompanied by warm smiles and soft laughs, such a charmer, this only seemed to happen to those he found attractive, and only when he wanted to bring them home. Those close to him that he actually enjoyed the company of he would protect fiercely, though there was few people he deemed close to him, others he just occasionally hung-out with. friends may describe him as kind and somewhat selfless, others would say he's, blunt, rude, and somewhat promiscuous. Though he was somewhat sensitive, things would not often make him cry, even though he tried his best to keep that deep down inside him. Crying in-front of someone was few and far between for Atlas, though it still did happen on occasion.
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- Basic Information -
Nicknames
He prefers being called Atlas, though has been called "Atty" by select people, which did not bother him at all.
Some jokingly call him "Casper" though, he absolutely hates this
Pronouns to use
He/Him
Age
Atorasu is currently 18!
Birthdate
March 22nd, 2003.
Place of Birth
It's assumed that he was born somewhere in Japan.
Nationality
Japanese
Race
Appears Asian, though has partly Italian genes from his fathers side, but not much is known about that part of his family history.
Sexual Orientation
Does not have a label
Religious Beliefs
Agnostic, though he is spiritual on his own time.
Relations
Mother - Niko Somasu - Deceased
"Someone who should have been caring and supporting of me, but wasn't. She owes me my childhood along with my father."
Father - Kosuke Shibata - Deceased
"I do not have a single kind word to describe this man, so I wont even they to attempt."
Adoptive father - 'Hiro' - Deceased
"In the little time that I got to know and experience this kind, giving man, it has changed me and only for the better. I thank him for caring for me when I could not do so myself."
Child - Hiro Shibata - Alive
"My child, my light, too pure for this world. I can't wait to watch you grow up."
Best friend - Victoria 'Vic' A Garcia - Alive
"I know our relationship is rocky, more times than not, but we always seem to work things out. My friend, you are so amazing, I have no words to describe the feelings I have towards you. You've seen me at my best and worst and continue to build me up. Thank you"
Friend - Min Hanazono - Alive
"Such a kind person, I'm happy to be friends with someone like you."
- Backstory -
!TW!
Mentions of sensitive topics
Emotional/Physical abuse
Atorasu ‘Atlas’ Shibata
Younger years
March 22nd, 2003. A small, raven haired boy with bright blue eyes was born, 5 pounds 6 ounces in a dimly lit hospital room in Hokkaido Japan, his mother Niko Somasu holding him while his father Kosuke Shibata stood beside them, what seemed like the perfect family.
Some time passed from his birth, the boy now being the age of 5. Atlas grew up in a poor neighborhood, as his parents didn’t have much money, and what little they did have was spent on smokes or drinks, his father succumbed to the abuse of alcohol, his mother following after, their nights spent screaming at each other along with throwing things in their small apartment. The rooms reeked of alcohol from bottles being shattered, and cigarette smoke. The boy, not understanding what was happening but being scared and concerned as to why they were upset, would try his best to intervene with fights. His parents, not being too keen on his behavior, would often get upset at him, forcing him to clean up the broken bottles they had previously shattered, causing him to develop a few scars on his hands from sharp glass as he was only a small child. Frustrated and confused, as a toddler Atlas would often have outbursts, screaming fits, and tantrums quite often at the slightest thing when in school, so much so teachers would old meetings with his parents which seemed to go nowhere as his parents claimed they had no idea as to why he would behave like this. Once at home, his father would scream at him, telling him that he may get taken away if he continued to act like this, that he would lose his parents due to the outbursts, his mother sitting back allowing the father to act like that. Atlas, standing there in tears as he was screamed at, being a naïve child he would straighten up, being clueless as to what was happening and not wanting to lose his family he would begin behaving normally again.
Time passed, Atlas now being 8, his situation growing worse, his father going from a somewhat functioning angry alcoholic, to a completely abusive monster, taking out some of his anger out on the young boy, some on his mother, and the rest out on the apartment. They still lived in the tiny home, the cops often being called on them for noise complaints or concerns of domestic abuse calls. His father would never harm them in visible places or harm Atlas enough that it left marks. . The screaming continued in his life, both parents spent most of their time still drunk as ever. Kosuke often tells Atlas to get him drinks from the fridge or he’ll smack him, then telling him that was all he was good for. This sort of treatment followed him until he was 10, until one night in January, snow covering most of the land, and streets, the familiar fighting was filling the living room as Atlas hid in a closet where he had found comfort when they decided to go on like this, slamming of items could be heard on table tops, words being yelled, but muffled by his hands so he couldn’t hear what they were saying. The thuds of heavy footsteps could be felt in the floorboards as his father approached the hiding place, swinging open the door to the small cupboard he had tucked himself away into, Kosuke slurring his speech as he barked at Atlas that they were leaving to get more to drink, he was obviously already intoxicated. Atlas would nod, clutching his chest as his father closed the door once more, leaving the boy there alone as both parents departed. The slam of the front door heard as they left, then the starting of their beat up car, they were obviously still fighting as the ranting trailed out all the way out to the driveway, getting muffled by them pulling out.
A couple hours had passed, it was getting late, a clock reading 3:46 AM. Atlas would crawl out of the cupboard at the sound of the door being knocked on, something not usual for their return. He would peek out the window beside the door, blue and red flashing lights reflecting off the snow outside and lighting up the boy’s face as he parted the curtains. Knowing who these people were, after his father had scolded him for talking to these men before would cower in fear, this was his first time being confronted by the police alone, he would open the door, knowing they’d most likely open the door anyways, standing before a tall policeman.
The policeman asked him a few questions, before informing him of his parents passing, the boy, confused once again, was unsure of what was happening. Though the police took him in to place him in foster care as they had no living relatives.
Atorasu’s teenage years.
Atlas had been bouncing around foster homes, some unable to keep him due to his outbursts and other actions. He was unwilling to trust some, and was often argumentative to some others, or he’d run away from the homes. Eventually ending up being successful in running away, going from Hokkaido to Karakura at 15. He found himself living on the streets most of the time, homeless basically, only occasionally staying on some friends couches until he managed to pick fights with them and getting kicked out once more. He was struggling worse than his parents with money, usually not knowing when the next time he was gonna get food was, along with constantly getting into fights then managing to evade the consequences. A man had found him, mentioning a name of a local gang that may be able to secure him a source of income as it was his only option, recognizing that one of Atorasu’s only talents at the time was getting in and out of fights at only 16, proving he had some street skills and may be a good asset to a gang. He agreed with the man, joining the gang, this had worked out well for him as he did get money for working with these people, until the gang got into hot water with another gang, he was 17 at the time, issues getting started up, the cops getting closer to discovering them along with the rival gang wanting to single them out and take them down, Atlas stuck in a corner, decided that this was not what he had signed up for originally, especially since now money was coming in less and less, numbers in the gang dwindling, he fled the country to Italy, where he would stay for several months, before returning.
Another man, Hiro, had picked him up once he returned, becoming his role model and father figure, Atlas looked up to him. Hiro helped Atlas navigate his young adulthood, being there for him. This man helped change Atorasu’s life. Hiro supported him even when he made mistakes, Atorasu had no idea how to react to kindness like this, being taken in like he was his own. After Atlas had just turned 18, he met a girl, and they spent a night together. A couple of weeks later, the girl reached out to Atlas, informing him that she was carrying his kid. He then got his act together, terrified of what this may turn into. He tried his best to get better so he could raise the kid right. Though he made many mistakes, and after the kid was born, only a few months later, his father figure Hiro passed, Atlas did not even know what to do, slowly lost himself due to the grief, along with his underlying mental health issues. Some time later he was hospitalized after an event happened out of town, he stayed there for about a year. Most of his friends had either moved away or died, including the mother of his child and the child, moving somewhere he couldn’t find them.
Present day
He’s still unstable, not being able to hold friendships down, the past ones barely surviving, though he’s getting better. Nothing is known about how he’s going to turn out or what his life will be like.
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