Tomoya stands at five feet ten inches tall. His pale skin and silver hair often gets him mistaken for a foreigner (which is only half true) He has silver hair that usually sticks to his head pretty well hanging loosely. His dark eyes often disturb people. He is also rather slender and moves slowly.Personality:
Tomoya appears to be drowsy and unfocused but in reality he is constantly anilyzing things around him. He is fairly friendly and tries to be a bit of a goof ball. That apparent drowsyness does slow him down however. He is fond of classical music and artwork. The way people sometimes treat him has given him a slightly more cynical outlook but he tries to hide it behind the cheery mask.Background:
Tomoya was born the son of a History professor at Tokyo University and a Historian from Russia. His parents were often gone on archeological digs or Historical speaking tours so he was often left home with his grandparents. His grandparents were kind, loving, and doting. It was discovered when he was five years old that he had a light case of anemia hence his overly pale complexion (even with his Russian heratige) and often slow movement despite his otherwise healthy appearence. He was often pitied more than bullied in school so he had many "friends" though he was well aware of the truth.
His junior high years were roughly the same as his elementary years in regards to his interactions with others. He turned to his studies and music in order to comfort himself. His parents usually only came home twice a year the first time was for his birthday and the second was for christmas but otherwise it was just he and his grandparents. He didn't mind however as he simply kept himself busy with his own affairs not bothering the elederly grandparents. His grandparents passed away when he was fifteen but by then he was old enough to take care of himself so he was simply left home alone. He had learned how to do housework and gardening from his gradnparents so of course he made it more of a hobby to do those things now that his caregivers were gone.
High school seemed to be proving roguhly the same now as his already relatively uninteresting life. He was showing his academic capabilities far surpassed his physical ones. He was exceptionally dilligent in his studies of history and both foreign and local cultures. Still he was simply preparing for University when something mysterious occurred in his life. Relationships with other characters (If Applicable):
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Moving through the crowd was tiring and he found himself slowly nodding off a bit as he stood at the base of the stairs of the subway station. "Why did I have to pick the earliest train for this trip?" he muttered to himself. Tomoya found himself staring at the train as it pulled in this was to take him over to one of the metropolitan areas that was close to a museum he often visited. Today they had a new exhibit consisting of some Sumarian artifacts that his parents had unearthed the previous year. He boarded the train as quickly as his sluggish movement would allow. He soon found himself staring out the train window as the machine sped off down the line to it's destination. "was it Nagano or Ikebukuro?" he muttered to himself trying to remember where he was getting off the train.
When he finally remembered it was a matter of luck that he noticed his stop at all. He almost fell off of the train as he rushed himself forward in order to get off without catching anything in the door. He was soon on his way to the museum. he was making his way through the crowd once more much to his chagrin. Tomoya really didn't like large crowds due to the constant pushing and body heat making things more unbearable than they needed to be. Still he reminded himself that this was all for the sake of seeing his parents discoveries so that he could study them and then get in contact with his parents and discuss with them at length sharing his opinions as well as hearing theirs. IF it were not for his obsession with history and foreign cultures he wouldn't have dragged himself out here today or so he kept telling himself.
Finally he reached the door of the museum and made his way in. "Ah how refreshing the air conditioner feels" he remarked as he entered the building with a wave of cold air washing over him. The day was still young of course and he had a lot of research to do after seeing the artifacts he was looking for. As he was walking he felt the floor dissappear out from under him as a bright blinding flash of light burst out in front of him "What the?" was all he could get out before all faded to black