Players in the Reaper’s Game are given weapons known as psyches to help them fight off the enemy Noise and Reapers that will inevitably stand in their way, and these psyches come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes. (For instance, Neku’s first partner’s psych is her stuffed toy cat, and his third partner uses his skateboard as his psych.) However, Neku, along with the majority of the players in the game, uses a series of colored pins as their mode of attacking. Most players can only use one or two of the default pins that are given to them at the beginning of the game, but Neku is able to use almost all of the pins that he comes into contact with over the course of the Game. This is due to the vibrant Imagination of his Soul, a power that Neku taps into to become one of the most powerful and varied fighters that the Game has ever seen. The pins themselves have many varied uses – there are a wide variety of attack pins, and then there are healing pins and pins with innate battle-boosting abilities. There’s a pin for almost every occasion, and Neku’s able to pick and choose which sort of abilities he wants to use against different enemies. Without a doubt, this kid is someone you’d want fighting on your team.
In addition to his psychs, Neku also possesses the Player Pin that each participant is given at the start of their time in the Reaper’s Game. The pin only has one active psych, an ability known as Scan that allows players to hear the thoughts of those around them and to search for Noise to battle in the surrounding area. In addition, anyone wearing a Player Pin cannot be scanned or imprinted on, and it later protects Neku from the mind-controlling effects of the O-pin.
Unfortunately, pins and are only effective for active participants of the Game, and Neku no longer qualifies as an active participant. However, the innate Imagination of his Soul that made him such a contender in the Game also expresses itself in other real-world ways, making Neku into a fairly artistic and creative individual overall. He’s also pretty intelligent and possesses a fantastic memory for facts – during the game, he’s able to give Joshua the square root of three up to the seventh decimal point, and he also remembered the periodic symbol for gold. This intelligence helps him solve most of the riddles that are thrown at him over the course of the game, a gift that's sure to help out when he doesn't have the power of his pins to rely on.
Part-time jobs weren't exactly Neku's thing, but it's not like he could just leave WildKat empty.
He'd been shocked -- and for less than a second, hopeful -- when he'd found the cafe's name listed innocuously in a helpful guide map to the businesses and attractions around town. But, of course, when he'd gotten there, it was quiet, empty, almost as if it was patiently waiting for someone to return. At first, he'd done everything that he could to just ignore it. Selling overpriced coffee wasn't his calling, and he'd rather go a few more rounds with some Taboo Noise rather than get shoveled into a barista apron. But whenever he walks by the little storefront, he gets a tight knot of something in his chest that only seems to grow until it threatens to choke him. It almost seems disloyal to turn his back on Mr. H's little hole-in-the-wall cafe, and... it's odd to think of himself as homesick, but he can't deny the overwhelming urge to tuck himself into a corner booth, order a cup of ridiculously overpriced joe, and pretend that he's back in Shibuya where he belongs.
... besides, he could use the spare change for some spray paint.
So that's how he finds himself manning the counter at WildKat, doing his best to master the tiny menu and deal with his equally tiny base of customers. No one seems to mind his erratic schedule of operating hours -- if anything, maybe it adds to the air of hipster exclusivity. He's stubborn about keeping the menu items priced unreasonably high; it feels wrong, somehow, to tamper with the prices when he's just tying on an apron for a few hours a day and struggling not to burn the beans. He opens the doors when he has the time, closes up shop when he gets tired of it, and spends most of the day slouching over the counter and doodling idly in a notebook. In the first few weeks of business, he'd been forced to deal with a steady trickle of curious coffee drinkers who mostly ended up complaining about the prices, the selection, the slightly scorched muffins, and the pitiful result of Neku's struggle with the coffee maker. Eventually, though, his clientele slims down to a scant few who seem accepting of the ridiculously priced and less-than-stellar fare, who place their orders and then drift off to their own corner of the shop without bothering him.
Frankly, it suits Neku just fine. He's pretty sure there's no way that they're making a decent profit, but it's enough to buy supplies to keep the doors open and the occasional round of art supplies. And, best of all, the perpetually empty store and bizarre menu makes it feel like WildKat -- like Shibuya, like home.
So, that's where he can be found today, elbows propped up on the counter and dusted heavily with chalk as he tries to puzzle out what new items he's supposed to be putting on the "specials" board. ... and, since inspiration isn't exactly making itself known, he's ended up idly doodling a chalky battle between a cup of cappuccino and a bowl of bouillabaisse -- both armed to the teeth with lazer beam vision and a mecha suit, respectively. The sound of the chime above the door jingling makes him glance up, and he grunts out a:
"Welcome to WildKat. Menu's above the counter, order whenever you want."
World's best barista, Neku Sakuraba.
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Abilities:
In addition to his psychs, Neku also possesses the Player Pin that each participant is given at the start of their time in the Reaper’s Game. The pin only has one active psych, an ability known as Scan that allows players to hear the thoughts of those around them and to search for Noise to battle in the surrounding area. In addition, anyone wearing a Player Pin cannot be scanned or imprinted on, and it later protects Neku from the mind-controlling effects of the O-pin.
Unfortunately, pins and are only effective for active participants of the Game, and Neku no longer qualifies as an active participant. However, the innate Imagination of his Soul that made him such a contender in the Game also expresses itself in other real-world ways, making Neku into a fairly artistic and creative individual overall. He’s also pretty intelligent and possesses a fantastic memory for facts – during the game, he’s able to give Joshua the square root of three up to the seventh decimal point, and he also remembered the periodic symbol for gold. This intelligence helps him solve most of the riddles that are thrown at him over the course of the game, a gift that's sure to help out when he doesn't have the power of his pins to rely on.
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Part-time jobs weren't exactly Neku's thing, but it's not like he could just leave WildKat empty.
He'd been shocked -- and for less than a second, hopeful -- when he'd found the cafe's name listed innocuously in a helpful guide map to the businesses and attractions around town. But, of course, when he'd gotten there, it was quiet, empty, almost as if it was patiently waiting for someone to return. At first, he'd done everything that he could to just ignore it. Selling overpriced coffee wasn't his calling, and he'd rather go a few more rounds with some Taboo Noise rather than get shoveled into a barista apron. But whenever he walks by the little storefront, he gets a tight knot of something in his chest that only seems to grow until it threatens to choke him. It almost seems disloyal to turn his back on Mr. H's little hole-in-the-wall cafe, and... it's odd to think of himself as homesick, but he can't deny the overwhelming urge to tuck himself into a corner booth, order a cup of ridiculously overpriced joe, and pretend that he's back in Shibuya where he belongs.
... besides, he could use the spare change for some spray paint.
So that's how he finds himself manning the counter at WildKat, doing his best to master the tiny menu and deal with his equally tiny base of customers. No one seems to mind his erratic schedule of operating hours -- if anything, maybe it adds to the air of hipster exclusivity. He's stubborn about keeping the menu items priced unreasonably high; it feels wrong, somehow, to tamper with the prices when he's just tying on an apron for a few hours a day and struggling not to burn the beans. He opens the doors when he has the time, closes up shop when he gets tired of it, and spends most of the day slouching over the counter and doodling idly in a notebook. In the first few weeks of business, he'd been forced to deal with a steady trickle of curious coffee drinkers who mostly ended up complaining about the prices, the selection, the slightly scorched muffins, and the pitiful result of Neku's struggle with the coffee maker. Eventually, though, his clientele slims down to a scant few who seem accepting of the ridiculously priced and less-than-stellar fare, who place their orders and then drift off to their own corner of the shop without bothering him.
Frankly, it suits Neku just fine. He's pretty sure there's no way that they're making a decent profit, but it's enough to buy supplies to keep the doors open and the occasional round of art supplies. And, best of all, the perpetually empty store and bizarre menu makes it feel like WildKat -- like Shibuya, like home.
So, that's where he can be found today, elbows propped up on the counter and dusted heavily with chalk as he tries to puzzle out what new items he's supposed to be putting on the "specials" board. ... and, since inspiration isn't exactly making itself known, he's ended up idly doodling a chalky battle between a cup of cappuccino and a bowl of bouillabaisse -- both armed to the teeth with lazer beam vision and a mecha suit, respectively. The sound of the chime above the door jingling makes him glance up, and he grunts out a:
"Welcome to WildKat. Menu's above the counter, order whenever you want."
World's best barista, Neku Sakuraba.
OTHER
Housing Request?: none!
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: of course!
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: sure!
Accepted
Congrats, your application has been accepted! Your character is now living at 1401 in Holly Heights, with a child slot. In order to get the ball rolling, here's what you need to do:
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