Spica Tsukino, Vice-President of the Student Council

Character ID

Birthdate
September 9

Gender
Male

Name
Spica Tsukino

Age
15 (turning 16)

Hair color
Medium Brown (Copper in the sunlight)

Eye color
Copper red

Height
5’9”

Weight
145lbs

General Appearance


Student ID Number
13-479-325

Student Year
Junior, 3rd Year – Vice President of the Student Council

Personal Information

Alias(es)/Moniker(s)/Nickname(s)
Referred to as “Wife” and/or “Wifey” by the members of the Student Council due to his effeminate appearance and role as Vice-President. Something he’s not too fond of but doesn’t have the courage to speak up about.

He's also been called the "Shining Star of the Virgo Constellation" or "Virgo's Shining Star" by those comfortable enough to joke with him or who look up to him, given that his name is Spica, which is the brightest star in the Virgo constellation also because he's a very talented student of the Academy. He may even call himself this if he's mustered enough courage to do so.

Personality
Spica can be described as analytical, fault-finding but lacking in confidence. For the most part, he comes off as shrewd to hide the gentle and insecure soul beneath. When he found purpose in the Student Council all he ever did was work and work hard. He felt as though the Student Council would serve to tap into his underlying talents without being judged by them. So long as he was getting the work done and he did it correctly, they couldn’t judge him poorly. That was his mindset initially. He wanted to feel as though he belonged to something or with someone and that ended up being the Student Council. Overtime however, his classmates grew on him and he began to really like them feeling more comfortable being himself. He did unveil a bossy side of himself but normally it’s needed within the Student Council to keep everything running smoothly. That said, he’s fairly pragmatic.

Academically, Spica is a gifted student with a knack for the stars. If anything his relationship to the Student Council and leadership over the Student Body as Vice President of the Council has given him a source of motivation and confidence in his own strength. One of Spica’s more noteworthy qualities is his elegant mannerisms and fluid speech. When a threat arises, Spica doesn’t hesitate to protect what it is that’s important to him. Afterall, he benefits from it and it’s made him a stronger person. During the course of a battle a colder and more remorseless side of him has the potential to show and it’s visibly dark at times almost as though he enjoys a good fight. He isn’t all that aware of this aspect of his personality, but at times it does frighten him because when it is outwardly expressed he doesn’t feel emotion.

Likes
Spica Tsukino enjoys reading and writing so long as what he’s reading can be applied to the real world. He also likes progress, more specifically, locomotion, when everything’s still performing either in body or mind. In that kind of environment he’s able to accomplish a whole lot more than in an environment where no one is doing their part in the greater system of things. Beyond that he enjoys fencing, kendo, mixed martial arts (exercise in general) and sweet foods, which he eats in moderation.

Dislikes
Spica Tsukino can’t stand when there’s a system out of order, morosely when it’s a noticeable deficiency. He feels the need to rework or revise it and that’s when things can get heated between him and the subject of said revision. He can’t stand laziness in others, to him; it’s the pinnacle of inaction. One could be doing something, productive or no, but choose instead to do nothing for a couple of extra hours of rest. Sloth is his arch-nemesis and it’s how he refers to those who are being lazy.

Motivations
Spica’s chief motivation is a need for self-improvement. He believes that there’s always more he could be doing to generally improve on a situation or himself, usually the latter. He strives for perfection and does his best to pursue it. This is why he cleans, cleans and cleans. One of his mottos is, “I aim to please.” And he does – all the time, in everything. A small task to him is a reflection of how imperfect he is to the point where he –must- get everything done or none of it will matter for him. Though a motivation it can also be a hindrance and annoyance to those who work alongside him.

Fears
Imperfection. How impure and selfish Spica may be. Nothing is ever good enough for him and his greatest obstacle will be to accept that nobody is perfect – which he most definitely isn’t ready to admit. Should anyone ever mention imperfection he closes them and/or distracts himself with a tedious task. He basically avoids that simple truth. He fears that if it were proven true then –nothing- he ever does or accomplishes will –ever- matter to him or the world he lives in.

Zodiac Information

Ascendant
Libra/Air Manipulation

List of Ascendant Techniques

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Moon
Aquarius/Telepathy

List of Moon Techniques

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Sun
Virgo/Precognition

List of Sun Techniques

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Mars (Passive)
Gemini/+25% Reflexes

Relationships Information

Family

Pietro Tsukino: Spica’s father. He was never very content or impressed with his son; only ever seeing what he lacked. This impaired Spica’s self-esteem and has lingered for years since. Because of this, his view of father figures has been skewed and he finds grown men to be generally intimidating.
Patrice Tsukino: Spica’s mother. She never played a huge role in his life and therefore his development, since Pietro and Patrice divorced when Spica was just a child. When he did meet with his mother, he always felt more strongly linked to her and she always commented on how beautiful and proud she was of him. It’s because of this, that Spica feels more relaxed around women.

Friends
No one of particular note.

Enemies
No one of particular note.

Rivals
No one of particular note.

Biography & RP-sample

Biography

Childhood

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Freshman Year

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Sophomore Year

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Junior Year (Current)

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RP-Sample

The sun beamed down in between the blinds. It was bright out, despite how early it was, but Spica expected nothing less from the imminent summer weather. He rose from his spot beneath the covers stretching and opening his mouth widely, allowing a yawn. His lengthy brown hair was secured in a pigtail; he couldn’t stand the heat. Unfortunately for him he perspires overnight. He sighed. “I can jot the laundry down on today’s agenda. It’s a pity; I don’t ordinarily do the laundry on Fridays.” Afterward, he stepped out of bed, sliding on his loosely worn flip-flops, which ventilated the pores of his feet. With an astute posture, he walked toward the kitchen table. His breakfast had already been laid out for him, somewhat of a ritual that he performed before slumber. Sweet, sweet Reese’s Puffs; first the milk was poured into the bowl and then the cereal. Never were the two in equal measure, Spica halved the latter. He wrapped his fingers around the grip of the spoon and began eating his breakfast. Since he woke up early, he had a good amount of time to savor every bite.

Food became energy. Spica understood this simple process and that was the main reason he ate first and showered later (also because he could brush his teeth clean of any trace of food). His school uniform went on easily enough since he ironed it every night and polished its buttons. This was a new uniform fit for upperclassmen and was unlike the more fanciful or eccentric uniform that underclassmen wore. Allow for the children to enjoy their ornamental fabrics, that is what he could understand. Most of the students couldn’t care less about the conditioning of their uniform so long as it fit them every time they slipped it on. Looking good never felt so difficult to Spica but it came easy to his peers. How could they stand not trimming their clothes? He decided not to think too much on it, instead diverting his attention to a more rewarding query and labor. “…Let’s see what classes I have on Fridays for this semester.” The usual; …that was what he liked about Astral Academy, no matter the year or how many Mentors were swapped; they always remained true to their curriculum; an unswerving, methodical form of thought that worked.

…Before walking out the door of his dormitory, which only he presently occupied, he turned his gaze toward the mirror and guaranteed that his clothes and hair alike were spick-and-span. He smiled; a wide berth on his face. It was believable enough. Thus, Spica went about his day and performed his duties diligently, with attention to every detail on how he executed them.