As I see it, you are living with something that you keep hidden deep inside. Something heavy. I felt it from the first time I met you. To tell you the truth, I myself carry such things around inside. Heavy things. That is why I can see it in you.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That's the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.And you really will have to make it through that violent, metaphysical, symbolic storm. No matter how metaphysical or symbolic it might be, make no mistake about it: it will cut through flesh like a thousand razor blades. People will bleed there, and you will bleed too. Hot, red blood. You'll catch that blood in your hands, your own blood and the blood of others.And once the storm is over you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storm's all about.
海辺のカフカ
Name. Kafka Tamura.
Ethnicity. Japanese.
Identity. Male, bisexual, dominant.
Occupation. Model, aspiring writer.
Personality. Choleric, melancholic. Virgo. INFJ-A. The Peacekeeper.
Traits. Witty, quiet, attentive, reserved, empathetic, close-knitted, withdrawn.
Likes. Autumn, compassion, intelligence, mystery, books, letters.
Dislikes. Conflict, arrogance, social events, deceit, aggression, selfishness.
Physique. Muscular-lean (6'2"), pitch black eyes, strong facial features.
Background
On the day he turned fifteen, Kafka escaped from home to a town in the shore, Takamatsu. Koichi Tamura, a world-renowned sculptor and yet a violent father, was the main reason of him fleeing. He had imprecated an oedipal prophecy upon his own son: Kafka would murder his father and eventually fornicated with his mother and sister. Odd to him, Kafka's only recollection of them limited to when he was only four, with his mother's back drawing further and his sister's hand on hers.As Kafka went on an odyssey to find his long-lost mother and sister, he was met with an intelligent, transgender man named Oshima, who later landed him a job as his assistant in the Komura Memorial Library. The private library was opened to the public and managed by Miss Saeki, a middle-aged woman with a troubled past; once a pianist who composed Kafka on The Shore.Everything went uneventful until one night he woke up unconscious in an unknown shrine, covered in blood. He had called Sakura for help, a girl he met on a bus to Takamatsu, and stayed hiding in case he was suspected for a crime act. That tiresome night ended in comfort after she touched him in ways he never before felt. This new-found desire was demanding for more, but the girl wasn't bound to him. He left wordlessly the next morning and occupied a guest room in the library.Kafka began seeing the ghost of 15-year-old Miss Saeki and every night he would stare until she disappeared. Without him realising, he had developed a yearning for the latter, dazed by the borderline between reality and unconsciousness. His confusion had led him to believe Miss Saeki was his mother, to the extent of confronting her for abandoning him. On yet another evening he was expecting the ghost, the real Miss Saeki comes to his room and they made love.Things went downhill when Kafka learned that his father had been stabbed to death. Though it left him emotionally unaffected, the investigation was carried across the country and it cornered him to stay low in a secluded cabin. Up in the mountains the forest was quiet and he was warned not to go too deep in. While battling with despair of Miss Saeki and her ghost, he had a dream of raping Sakura.Much agitated, Kafka wandered into the forest. He had been fighting a losing battle against his father’s curse: killing him, sleeping with his 'mother', and culminating in metaphysical rape to his 'sister'. Believing the war within him was destroying himself, he went further into the woods stripped down from any survival needs. He was, in effect, committing suicide.But these all took place many years ago. Nobody really knows what happened during the time Kafka was lost in the deep woods, but he seemed to step out a new person. He returned home to Tokyo and ever since then, seemed to lead back into a normal life.Disclaimer.
Though there are mentions of r*pe (metaphysical), they DO NOT serve for roleplaying purposes nor any other trigger. Please be mindful. No bashing.
All which is written in this page is an adaptation to Haruki Murakami's book, Kafka On The Shore, and NOT in any way the Writer's credit.
Writer's Note
Credits.
Haruki Murakami (Kafka On The Shore, 2002).
⏤ 梅林茂。Yumeji's Theme.
Face Claim: Lee Soohyuk.Notice.
This is a roleplaying account with the Writer being of legal age (27) and won't engage with minors below the age of 19.In terms of writing:
The Writer only uses English and keeps himself literate, descriptive, and strictly in character.
Mostly mature themes (19+). Subtle hints of depression and strong melancholic tendency are to be expected.Plotting notes:
Find the DMs open for discussion of plots and pre-established relationships. Unavailable for romance and/or smut ones.
Slow and sporadic response, the Writer works full time.
@onthyshore