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⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀🎐 suzukaze clyde💨
⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀🥁 18. 187cm. yr3 🎹
⠀ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀⛔ 3rd years dni
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szkzclyd 🥁Suzukaze Clyde (涼風 クライド)🥁PROFILE☁️Age: 18
🎐Gender: Male (he/they)
💨Birthday: 4月10日
☁️Height: 187cm (6’2”)
🎐Weight: 72kg (158lbs)💨Year: 3
☁️Clubs: Music // Skate
🎐Dorm: N/A💨Magic Type: Elemental // Wind
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szkzclyd i don't understand why people are trying to fight me 🤷PERSONALITY➕ Carefree, Optimistic, Animated, Affectionate, Playful, Self-assured
➖ Emotionally withdrawn, Distant, Sloppy, Impersonal, TactlessWithout a care in the world, Clyde does his best to live life to the absolute fullest. With bright eyes and a light heart, every day is a walk on the sunny side of the street. Holding an optimistic outlook on everything around him, he’s not one to think badly of others and generally expects others to feel the same. There might be some truly evil people out there, but they are definitely outliers! He’s sure that there’s more than a little goodness in everyone and his naivety in that sense leads to quite the shock when others don’t take kindly to his easy-breezy way of living. Without the woes of puberty and teenage angst plaguing every fiber of his being with awkwardness and negative energy, he’s definitely good at garnering it all towards himself from others. Some may mistake his careless and happy-go-lucky ways as off-putting and inappropriate and his thoughtless way of talking and ignorance to the sensitivity of others make him extremely tactless. Without a doubt, this guy’s got it good and he’s blissfully unaware of the situations of others. Still, Clyde couldn’t hold a mean thought in his brain and any actions interpreted as malice may be simple jest in his head.Surely all of this seemingly toxic positivity must be some kind of coping mechanism for something deeper and darker within…..right? Though no matter how much one may pick and prod at the layers of Clyde’s behavior, they may find their efforts fruitless. Clyde is so withdrawn from his own emotions that any feeling differing from his usual energetic self does not register as such in his brain. He’ll find it hard to feel true sadness or anger and he can’t remember when the last time he genuinely shed a tear was. Rather, all that energy is channeled into passion and baseless self confidence. A ticking time-bomb waiting to go off, it’s only a matter of time before his hard exterior can be broken. But for the time being, he’s packed on layers and layers of self assurance and assertiveness onto that hard head of his. There’s nothing really that can phase him and his will isn’t easily broken. While that can be a plus for Clyde, he’s finding that his attitude or lack thereof is putting a strain on his relationships. Never truly feeling and never truly understanding, he’s a pain in the side for those who have to constantly explain their feelings to him.It’s always a walk on the tight-rope for Clyde whether he’s aware of it or not. Expressing himself a little too excessively, he’s always chipper and carries himself in a way that’s animated, lively, and a bit reckless. He harbors a great love for everyone around him and is extremely doting and affectionate especially to his underclassman. Overbearing and just downright annoying, his affection is more like smothering and can be a great annoyance to those who do not like that kind of attention. But the more someone resists him, the more he’s likely to keep persisting. If he isn’t careful, he could end up pinned as a bully or Public Enemy no #1. Despite his lack of personal boundaries and exterior as a social butterfly, he’s sloppy with the way he interacts and some may find they can only reach superficial, surface-level relationships with Clyde. Closed off for no good reason, he sees everyone as equal and sometimes can't differentiate the complicated levels of friendship of those his age. He could forget your name at any given moment or you could spend every day eating lunch together only to find out that you’re just a deskmate to him…! One day Clyde will learn a thing or two about empathy or even some basic human decency. Perhaps he just needs a little bit of guidance to get there, though…
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szkzclyd sometime's it's peaceful like this. just listening to the air.BACKGROUNDThe smell of morning dew and the twinkling of chimes mix with the faint breeze of early sunrise. A hand finds its home between short locks of hair, cold to the touch from the wake of an early riser yet filled with a warmth indescribable through any word but loving. A good morning greeting, breathed so softly like the rustle of leaves and eyes aquamarine fluttering through gossamer lashes. The younger of the two smiles faintly, the heaviness of slumber still thick in the air and the elder laughs tenderly. “I’m here,” were words that could move mountains. And the younger one thinks: “This is where you should be.”The memory never wavers from the fringes of Clyde’s brain. Like a favourite movie, it plays over and over again in a merry-go-round of emotions. A fond memory, it was; immortalized by the great importance it held to Clyde. A sorrowful memory, it was; evoking a longing that would not be fulfilled again. But he had it good: a cheerful child who only saw the glittering lights of life and never the darkness that followed in the shadows. He was greatly loved by his mother and father alike. They cherished him and he cherished them. He had only wished they could cherish one another together.His parents met on a brisk winter day by the ocean in Hokkaido. Tear-stricken, his mother stood in the chilly water staring at the horizon. A family trip gone wrong, she was young and rebellious–not quite an adult but old enough to think for herself. Having run away from the hostel that her family stayed in, she needed an escape. She was sick of being suffocated and having decisions made for her. She wouldn’t venture further than the shore; she just wanted to feel the prickly ice of the frozen waves. She knew better. As she took a step forward, a hand grabbed her wrist and she was met with a disheveled boy her age who looked back at her with frantic eyes. He beckoned her to return to the sand; she was making a mistake. She laughed at that. It was he who had made the mistake.Two years later, the two had become close. A bit too close for her parents liking and his father feared that if they were to keep meeting, they would both regret it. She promised that they wouldn’t.A year after that, Clyde had been born. They were too young to be parents but they were committed to be. His mother’s parents thought differently. Scorned and cast away, his father was forbidden to see her again. She was to be locked away within her cage of a castle waiting for him to come rescue her. But he was cowardly and afraid. It wouldn’t be until Clyde could walk and utter more than just sounds that he’d return. A stranger from the neighborhood but too familiar to be suspicious, his father was a kind man who only snuck glimpses of his precious son between blooming flowers and from behind his mother’s embrace. To Clyde, he was a peaceful existence residing in the corners of the street; in the corner of his eyes and in the depths of his being. When his mother finally freed herself from her familial restraints, it was then his father became bold. She held no ill will towards his father, but she was also resentful of his lack of action. They could never return to before and that was final. He understood.Still, his mother allowed Clyde’s father to visit often. A momentary spring became a constant within his life. Every molecule in Clyde’s body had grown to love the man he now knew as his father and Clyde became the air that his father breathed. Together they had always felt lighter than anything as if they could fly away anytime now. His father’s eventual departure after a day kept them grounded. Every goodbye was tearful but they always left each other feeling fuller than the day before. When it became apparent that Clyde had capabilities that were not familiar to his mother, she sought after his father for guidance. The constant breeze that seemed to follow Clyde afterward he thought to be a gift only his father gave him. It was a gift they shared and when Clyde’s father taught him how to bend the wind to his will, he pressed a finger to his lips and asked Clyde to promise to use it only when necessary. Clyde never disobeyed.His mother taught him to be poised, confident, assured. He was to grow up strong and someone who lived for himself. His father taught him to be kind and to find beauty in the everyday. He remembers his father as a music box melody that lilted and stuttered; sparkling, effervescent. And his mother was sheet music: set in stone but not so unbreakable that it was law; solid but paper-thin. It was his father that introduced him to music and it was music that Clyde felt that he could be the closest to his father than he’d ever been. Together they would spend all their time listening to the classics, to rock and to jazz, to strange melodies from another time and to the bustling ambience of every day. His mother would sing to him and he’d play the tunes his father had taught him. His world was filled with the colour of a magnificent symphony and all together his family was connected at last. Until it was silent. When Clyde’s father failed to return after a week, into months, and then eventually seasons had passed, the air became entirely still. Clyde would awake empty and filled with quiet. He was fortunate that his mother had never changed and he knew that her existence would never falter. He wasn’t so sure about his father. Sullen and withdrawn, the whirlwind of pain in Clyde’s heart caused him to lose control of his magical abilities. Fearing that her son would become a danger to himself and others, his mother again sought guidance from someone who possessed the same abilities as he. The expert that she became acquainted with helped Clyde seal his abilities temporarily–numbing it down to only a tiny puff of air that could be contained. They did not know that with it, they sealed away his ability to deeply feel anything else.In every moment, Clyde still chases the lingering traces of his father’s fleeting existence. He swears that he can see him amongst the many strangers in busy streets, only to have him disappear in the crowds without a trace. At night, he’ll dream of him and his father will tell him of his day, about what he hopes for and what he dreams for from his precious son. He feels his airy laugh and the warmth of his hand in the early afternoon breeze the most. The cadence of the drum reverberating in his ears is the same as his father’s gentle voice telling him that he’ll see him again sometime but not anytime soon. Sometimes Clyde isn’t sure if it’s really his father he’s searching for or if he’s clinging onto his memory as a form of comfort for himself. At times, it’s as if his father has become an imaginary friend to him–his consciousness in the form of something familiar yet not himself.It’s by chance he comes home in his second year of middle school when his mother is reminiscing over the past, an old photo album in hand. He had never seen this photobook before and assumed it must have been something his mother kept hidden away: only for her to cherish, only for her to remember. But that day was different; knowing how much Clyde loved and missed his father, she allowed him to look with her and even offered a few stories where she could. Listening with fervor, Clyde saw into a part of his parents’ life unknown to him—a lifetime they lived without him and it felt strange. It was exciting. But still, it felt empty. He wanted to know of all the stories his father couldn’t tell him from when he was his age or his side to his mother’s nostalgia. He wanted to understand why he couldn’t be here anymore. Perhaps if he knew, he wouldn’t feel like a part of him was missing. It was then that his mother said it: “It would be best if you went far away,”
She wasn’t finished speaking but Clyde sat next to her motionless. He didn’t know what he was feeling then but by now he knows it was heartbreak. He had thought it was time for his mother to finally cast him away and that’s what had happened to his father too. Before he could respond, she continued to explain that the difference in her son’s demeanor had become obvious to her and she had felt responsible for it. While it wasn’t her fault, Clyde offered no words back; he was unsure of where she was going with this. His mother expressed that she felt her mind and Clyde’s heart could be put more at ease if he were to experience his father’s world in some way. If he could follow his footsteps, he wouldn’t feel so far away. It was upon his mother’s suggestion that he enrolled in Azarashi High, the school that his father went to and the ocean that his parents first met. Under the guise of following his father’s path, Clyde hoped that he could find the answers he had been looking for but more importantly he hoped to find himself there.
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szkzclyd💟LOVE IT!!💟~⠀♥ Cute and fluffy kouhai whose eyes sparkle and ⠀⠀⠀move like fuwafuwa
⠀♥ Kouhai who are a little shy and awkward and ⠀⠀⠀fidgety but have cute blushing faces
⠀♥ Kouhai who are a little mean but have a gap moe ⠀⠀⠀cute side to them
⠀♥ Wild and tough kouhai who want to beat me up
⠀♥ Kouhai who don’t have their own allowance ⠀⠀⠀money and get happy when they are treated to ⠀⠀⠀snacks
⠀♥ Kouhai who try really hard to look cool and ⠀⠀⠀dependable
⠀♥ Kouhai who are studious and mysterious especially ⠀⠀⠀in the library
⠀♥ Capable and athletic kouhai who will achieve more ⠀⠀⠀than I ever will in my life
⠀♥ WcDonald’s Tsukimi Burger Big Size⛔HATE IT!!⛔⠀✘ Wet socks
⠀✘ Sitting still for too long
⠀✘ Mismatched sticks
⠀✘ No dubs in a sesh🖨️FAX🖨️⠀🡆 Clyde's hair is always a bit wind tousled⠀🡆 Talks very loud…maybe too loud! No one knows ⠀⠀⠀why⠀🡆 Plays a variety of percussion instruments
⠀⠀⠀⠀Snares (main)
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Timpani
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Tambourine
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Triangle
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Cymbals
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Gongs⠀🡆 He’d like to learn more instruments and is ⠀⠀⠀especially friendly to musicians⠀🡆 Some other instruments he plays are:
⠀⠀⠀⠀Electric Guitar
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Harmonica
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Keyboard/Piano
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Saxophone
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Bass Guitar
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Harp⠀🡆These days he’s really into Bossa Nova⠀🡆 He doesn’t know how bad he is at playing games⠀🡆Clyde is only a quarter mixed
⠀⠀⠀His father was half Japanese-half American/German⠀🡆 He is banned from 5 different WcDonald’s across ⠀⠀⠀Japan⠀🡆Really hates closed toe shoes no i am not into ⠀⠀⠀feet this is very painful for me too
