Post by kyou on Jan 12, 2012 15:54:48 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Kyou Inuzuka
★ NICKNAME: Zero
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Shiny Ninetales
★ AGE: 16
★ HEIGHT: 5'11
★ WEIGHT: 151lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Zero Kiryu from Vampire Knight
★ APPEARANCE:
Kyou stands at 5'11" with a lean, toned build. His hair is kept to his neck, a silvery color that seems to shine eerily in the moonlight but brightly in the sun. His eyes, by contrast, are a light violet borderline on blue-purple in the brighter light. He has his right ear pierced and there are a couple of small loop earrings that can be seen. He is definitely 'pretty boy' status. His hair falls in rather soft and silky strands about his face, and he has very a very fair complexion and prefers the night and evening hours to the daytime. He is a nighthawk and it shows. His body is in good shape, his face is almost effeminate. His clothing usually consists of a shirt, unbuttoned at the top button and with a tie loosely tied around his neck. He dresses super suavely and yet he doesn't do it for anyone but him. White, black, or other colors don't matter, but they tend to give off a darker sense of style. He always looks as if he's brooding, and rarely smiles. His eyes are often somber and rarely does anything about him give what he is thinking or feeling away.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Highly Intellectual
- Loyal
- Fearless
- Survivalist
- Quick-thinking
★ NEGATIVE:
- Distrustful
- Loner
- Cold
- Judgmental
- Too self reliant
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Tosses hair out of face
- Stares expressionlessly at people
- Takes a step back from others who are approaching
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
No one ever really gets to know Kyou. He seems to live inside a bubble, and that bubble doesn't include anyone else. Due to his rather tough upbringing he had to make his own way in life. It shows that he doesn't trust others and is always wary. It shows in the fact that his emotions are not very readable. He's somber and serious most of the time and rarely lets his guard down for anyone. Not much scares him save perhaps death. He keeps to himself and if anyone ever does manage to get in, it's hard to say exactly how he'd react to such a thing. Friendship, trust, loyalty...no one has shown him these things and he's a lone wolf all the way.
He is brilliant, no doubting that. He is at the top of all his classes but his hobbies he keeps to himself. He reads a lot, he takes long walks alone, he plays video games but only by himself, rarely will he go online. He doesn't seem to care for other people. His survival is first, everyone else...he's not close enough to to be bothered with. If someone were in real trouble, chances are he'd do something about it. But he thinks all the high school drama is a waste of time. He barely pays attention to the opposite sex--and definitely not the same--and if he likes anyone, it's just his problem and he gets over it. He doesn't need anyone else, that's what he tells himself. Truth is he's painfully lonely and blocking it out, bottling it. He shuts others out with harsh looks and cold words. He is simply afraid to let anyone in, and some people think he's nothing more than a snob with an ego.
He has had a hard life, to be fair. He never got a chance to really make friends or be close to people. He needs someone, in truth, that will not allow themselves to be pushed away by his seemingly cold attitude. Someone who is curious enough, or maybe brave enough, to keep after him until he gets curious as to why they bother with him. In the meantime, he has lived on his own since he was fourteen, and feels that if he gets good grades he can get a scholarship and then get a really good job. He has no idea what job that is. He's in high school taking on a full course load. Maybe the sciences? Maybe mathematics? He's too practical for music, even if he plays the violin beautifully, and he sees no point in art, even if he can paint lovely scenery or wildlife. He's out to get a job he'll never have to worry about where the money might come from. He is very mature, very stoic, and has almost no sense of humor. If he does, it's very, very dry and no one has yet to see or hear of it.
In his free time everything is done alone. He cooks his own meals, shops when he needs to for what he needs. He goes in with a list in his head an sticks to it. He has had to learn to budget and do everything on his own. Cooking, cleaning, all of it. He works part time when he's not at school, and usually by the end of the day is only too happy to sink into a soft pillow and go to sleep until the next day comes. His life isn't happy, but it's busy. Busy and lonely. He doesn't socialize and if anyone knows where he lives, in a bachelor apartment in a large building, that would come as a surprise to him because he doesn't want anyone knowing where he calls home. Never invited anyone there. He is just as good with computers as everything else. He has one, but uses it for online gaming or research, or school work. He really hasn't much of a life at all. He may have what he needs so far as money and a roof over his head, food in his belly and clothes on his back. But he is sorely lacking...
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H I S T O R Y
- His parents died in a car crash when he was five. He was fostered by a drug dealing man and woman, who thought they could use him to collect on their deals. They procured Ninetale's DNA in the black market and against his will the blood transfer took place.
- When he was eight fostered into a family with a drunk man and his wife. He and the wife were beaten by him. In the meantime he became cold and aloof.
- When he was fourteen he filed for and got emancipation. He then revealed the beatings and got a job at a grocery store working nights and rented a room in a home were he had little to do with the young couple who lived there. He had never made any close friends, and was a loner.
- At sixteen he got a better job as a computer technician, and a place of his own, a bachelor apartment. Once there he decided he wanted to be a pokemon trainer. It was something to do, and he was tired of being so alone.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Rai
★ AGE: N/A
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: 12
★ RP SAMPLE:
Thus far it had been all about keeping a low profile. They had come into the digital world at the worse possible time. Right in the middle of a battle involving even digimon at what had been called the ultimate level. Kyou hadn't been able to do anymore than his Gazimon. The guilt he had felt over being utterly helpless hadn't made things any better at all.
A week had gone by and now he and his Gazimon, whom he'd named Demyx, were traveling across the digital world, keeping as low profile as possible. He had had enough trouble for the first day here. He certainly didn't want any more. He hadn't run across anymore digimon tamers like himself. He had, however, learned a great deal about the world he'd been brought to by his partner. About his digivice, and cards, and digivolving and the different kinds of digivices. About the black marks on some digimon, the fact that wild digimon usually wanted a fight, and that there were even digimon with darker plans among some digimon than simply fighting to gain strength. This world was nothing like his own. Not that it mattered to him too much. What had he really had back home anyhow? Nothing.
"Digimon and tamer, twelve o' clock."
Demyx's voice brought him out of his meandering thoughts to look ahead of him. There was a large, wolf-like digimon there, and a younger girl. Just had to be a girl, didn't it? Not everyone, as he'd learned his first day here, was friendly. There had been an individual, a blond haired boy, who ad two partner digimon and he had been on the side of the digimon attacking the group. Still, he doubted this pair would be too problematic. Gazimon, sharing this thought, proceeded forward.
"Hey there, wolfie. Garurumon X, if I'm not mistaken?" Demyx hadn't really any reservations about being the one to speak up for the pair. Kyou didn't like speaking to strangers much. He usually required a little...prodding.
Kyou had his digivice attached by a wallet chain to his belt loop on his pants, and in his pocket. It was hard to lose it that way. Now he removed it and proceeded to point it at the much larger champion level. Sure enough, the information told him it was exactly as his Gazimon had said. He was bit by bit learning the kinds of digimon, yet there were so many. And so many ways they could digivolve. He had to wonder when, and if, his own would be doing the same. He hoped not. It usually mean a battle from anything he'd seen or heard of it. Still, he was kind of curious. The forms could be completely different from what their previous ones were.
He pocketed the device again, and stepped up to join the feline-like digimon. He didn't say anything, just waited to see how these two would respond to Demyx and himself. The girl was quite a few years younger, he was sure. Just how old was she? He hadn't realized there were children here. He didn't consider himself a child. He was sixteen after all, nearly seventeen. She, though? How young were those that could come here?
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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