1. Name of Character in The World- Hiyami
2. Name of Real World Player- Trinity Renee
3. Age- 21
4. Class- Twin Blade
5. Eye color- Red
6. Hair color- Silverish White
7. Height- 6' 0"
8. Clothing- Hiyami sticks out like a sore thumb. His main colors are red and black, his outfit an odd selection for a twin blade. His top half looks like a one-piece sleeveless coat that opens up around his naval, the front of his chest, and has an open back. The large collar comes up and around his face, almost hiding the bottom of it. At the bottom of the coat are extensions that reach down to about mid-calf. The coat itself is black and accented red.
His bottom half consists of a pair of dark-red puffy pants and black boots with red accents. He wears black gloves, the gloves stopping just at his elbows and includes dark-red arm protectors and are accented red. He also has wave markings on his body: symmetrical pairs of lines under his eyes to come to a stop at his jawbone, and symmetrical crescent moons on the tops of his arms.
(for greater detail, go to:
http://trinityrenee.deviantart.com/art/The-Xth-Form-98646917 )
9. Personality- Distant and with poor people skills, the only difference between Trinity and Hiyami are their gender. Trinity prefers playing a male character, thinking that it's a lot easier to deal with people than it is being a woman. Afterall, why role play as a woman when you have to live it?
As mentioned before, Hiyami has poor people skills and tends to stay away from most parties. Although he appears timid, he is far from meek. Infact, he considers himself to be a lone wolf with the idea that no one would want to help him and that he's better off alone. He is, however, very kind and will do random things for strangers. He does have a quick temper, though he doesn't blow up but rather lets his anger reside inside of him until he cools down. He doesn't like to lash out at people, but will if he sees the need to.
Trinity, herself, feels like a lone wolf. Going to college at UCLA, she's the only female in her ROTC program. She tries not to let things overcome her, wanting to stay focused on her military career in hopes of one day working at the Pentagon as a translator. She's majoring in Pre-law and Political Science with a minor in Japanese. However, when she does play, she sticks to the American server only because she doesn't want to work to try and understand a game.
10.Weapon/Armor and Skills-
Armor:
- Head: Bandana
- Arm: Wristbands
- Body: Leather Coat
- Feet: Sandals
- Weapon: Kai
Skills:
- Repth
- Juk Rom
- Gan Zot
- Saber Dance
11. Over the years I have heard many stories about the new gaming sensation called [The World]. And I was hesitant to play it. I remembered Pluto’s Kiss and I read the news articles about the Japanese kids falling into comas. While the newspapers never mentioned anything about [The World] (probably because they were paid off by C.C. Corp), I had my theories.
But my friends, they couldn’t stop playing. “Trinity, you really should start playing this game!” Himiko would smile at me on the way to classes. “It’s really not a high school game. It’s for all players!”
“Your ROTC won’t be affected.” Rob would tell me during drill. “I’m going to play this afternoon!”
“It’s just for recreation, right?” Reece would question during lunch, her nose never leaving her text books. “It shouldn’t bother you too much.”
Shouldn’t bother me, right. I shouldn’t be bothered, but I am. What if what happened in Japan happens here? It’s that little bit of paranoia that gets me every time. But I still cave in to the pressure. Himiko wanted to show me the ropes. Rob wanted to go to a dungeon and fight some monsters, to help me level up.
It was hard for me to spend the $60 for the game. And it was even more of a headache to install it onto my computer and get it connected. It’s late now, I should go to bed because I have a big exam in the morning. I have a meeting with the commander as well. But I don’t move. My room is dark, my roommate snoring away next to me, and here I am with the light reflecting off of my glasses as I stare at the screen.
I need a name. A name that will describe me but no one will know that it’s actually me. ‘Yami’ is how I always feel inside when it comes to being around a lot of people. I feel like I’m alone in darkness. But I’m passionate about what I do. I love being in ROTC, I love doing the drills and being challenged with a dual major and a minor. My passion burns like fire. ‘Hi’ is the term for fire. The fire that’s always burning in the darkness. That dark fire. ‘Hiyami.’
I’m proud of the name. I actually smile as I type it in the name slot. Of course this name will replace my username. No one will know it’s me. I know that now that I have a name, I need to be able to guise myself to hold that name. The colors are easy. Black as night, red like fire. I pick the outfit to something that I wouldn’t mind being caught in. But there was something missing. There had to be something different. Afterall, this was my alternate self, someone that I could disguise myself as and get lost in a different world. Someone who I want to be. I change the hair color. Black is a common hair color anyway. I change it to a silver-ish white, a shorter style so that if I was really there, I wouldn’t get too hot. And everything is perfect.
I’ve spent all of this time making Hiyami. Making myself. I really should go to bed. But I have to play, if not for a little bit. I turn off the computer monitor and put the FMD on, and I’m suddenly thrown into the root town of the delta server: Mac Anu. It all looks so real, as if I could reach out and touch the stone wall around the Chaos Gate.
It only takes a few minutes of playing around with the controls before I get the basis of what I have to do to play the game. It really was easy to learn, and easy to master. But as I stand in this virtual world, my mind goes back to past news events and stories. Will that happen to me? Will that happen to my friends. I chew on my lip and finally shut down the game, throwing myself back into darkness as I set the FMD back down on the computer desk. It was just a game. Nothing more, nothing less. No one could get hurt from playing a video game. I was just being paranoid.
By now I only have time to sleep for a couple hours before morning PT. I’ve screwed myself out of an entire night’s sleep fretting over some dumb video game. Nothing was going to happen. Nothing could happen. It was all just a figment of my imagination. I crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head, closing my eyes tightly. I can still see the reality of Mac Anu, and soon I am asleep, dreaming about my fantasy adventures in [The World].
