Post by koga on Jul 3, 2012 23:13:03 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Shiro Koga
★ NICKNAME: Ro
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Shiny Ninetails
★ STATUS Legal
★ AGE: 25
★ HEIGHT: 5'10"
★ WEIGHT: 170 lbs
★ FACE CLAIM: Soubi Agatsuma from Loveless
★ APPEARANCE:
While Shiro may be of an average height, among the people in his family he's like a giant. He towers over most of his relatives, and his own father barely comes up to his shoulder. He used to feel awkward with his height, but as he matured and grew into his body - going from lanky to muscular certainly helped - he came to accept himself.
As someone who once dyed his hair, he finds he can no longer partake in the practice. Ever since being injected with DNA from the shiny ninetales, his hair not only refuses to hold coloring, it grows rather fast. Frequent haircuts are needed to keep it from getting too long and unmanageable, but he finds he actually likes it long.
On a more unique note, his eyes have also changed color as a result of the DNA injection. Both were once a bright brown color, but they've since taken on differing shades - the left is a bright blue, while the right is more of a grayish-purple shade.
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Intelligent
- Honest
- Loyal
- Resilient
- Resourceful
- Reliable
★ NEGATIVE:
- Ferocious
- Vengeful
- Stubborn
- Quiet
- Sarcastic
- Blunt
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Smokes when he's nervous or upset.
- Organizes his food before he eats.
- Gardens when he needs to think something over.
- Feels incredibly restless all the time, and constantly goes out for runs or walks.
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Shiro was once a more wild man. Even as a child he was everywhere and into everything. As a teenager, he enjoyed a good party and would usually stay up at all hours of the day. But something in him changed when he was injected: he became calm, more respectful of his surroundings, and was less likely to be - or do something - reckless. That's not to say everything about him changed. His intelligence remained, but only increased, while his blunt honesty and sarcastic nature remained solid.
He's not entirely sure where he stands on certain subjects, but he knows where he stands on the subject of his freedom: he'll keep it, thankyouverymuch, and Episect can kiss his rosy red ass. He's not about to give up the DNA that was given to him, nor is he going to bow don willingly. He'll fight, viciously if need be, and should he or anyone he cares about be harmed, he will be out for blood and throats. He's not above using violence, though he'd prefer not to, but he's fierce, and he's not to be underestimated.
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H I S T O R Y
- Shiro was born into a small, but loving, household. The second son of the family, and only the third child, his parents knew from day one that he was going to be difficult: he came into the world when and how he wanted, cried as often as he could for no apparent reason, and was fussy for the sake of being problematic. There was nothing medically wrong with him, and it was figured he was the sort that either wanted the attention, or simply didn't want to make things too easy on his parents. As he aged, whatever it was that caused the difficult nature manifested into something tenacious, wild, and carefree. As brave and intelligent as he was, he was also a touch foolish: he didn't listen when told not to put his fingers on hot surfaces, and he was constantly trying to wrangle smaller, baby Pokemon away from their parents because, as he put it "they look lonely."
- At the age of nine, his family moved from their small farm to the city, leaving behind the farm life in order to run a Pokemon breeding center. It was also his first real insight into the creatures that his parents took bred and raised. Finally noticing his fascination for what it was, instead of as Shiro trying to be difficult, his parents encouraged his interest in the creatures. It wasn't the only reason they wanted him to learn more about them - whenever he read a book about them, or spent time watching them, he seemed to calm down considerably. So while they wanted his intelligence to blossom, they also wanted to take advantage of the calming effect Pokemon had on him.
- Unexpectedly, the illness hit the family three years ago and Shiro was the first to become sick. Because of the success of their center, the family had enough funds for everyone to be seen and the cure to be implemented. Not everyone survived the procedure, but Shiro's mother and father, his brothers and sisters, and Shiro himself seemed to make it through. The changes they experienced seemed mild to what Shiro went through - he was calmer, wiser, more responsible than he had been prior to falling ill. It was as strange of a thing for him as it was for the remainders of his family.
- One thing that seemed particularly noticeable was his sudden need to move around. He was constantly restless, and not even extra chores could settle his need to move, move, move. Because of it, he made the decision to leave, knowing he wasn't going to be satisfied until he found whatever was making him want to be everywhere at once. During the early days of his to the outer regions of the city, he was able to discover new things about himself: he had a sudden thirst for knowledge and books that simply wasn't there before, and he often stayed on larger farms for extended periods simply to go through their libraries and learn from other people.
- Soon after turning twenty-five, a post-battle injury sidetracked any further plans Shiro had to travel. For the first time in years, he was forced to stay in one place, much to the delight of his family who always stated they missed him when he left for overnight trips. Perhaps the only thing that has really helped is having company and companionship, not just people around to throw a barrage of questions at. It's been making things just a bit more bearable, and making it just a bit more easy to let himself heal naturally.
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Koda
★ AGE: 29
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: None yet!
★ RP SAMPLE:
Jiro licked his lips and looked around, took notice of his surroundings, and then dipped closer to the ground. It was normal outside, where he was in the forest. The sun was bright, the skies were clear, the air was cool for once. There was no sense of danger, no need for him to run and hide... over all, a relatively decent day that could have churned out plenty of peaceful moments. But Jiro knew better - the calm never lasted, and the fact that it was lingering now meant only one thing: the shoe was going to drop, hard and fast, soon.
He wrinkled his nose and glanced over his left shoulder, half-expecting someone (or in this case, something) to be standing behind him. He snorted when he saw nothing but greenery and trees, and shook his head as he resumed his hawk like stare on the abandoned encampment he was watching. Perhaps, just this once, he could consider it a blessing that he was encountering nothing. But it was difficult to do so when he was either stuck in his car, or in this case, lurking around in the forest, waiting for a mutant to show up.
And for once, he hoped one would show up to retrieve belongings left behind. It would break up the monotony of the moment, and give him something else to watch (there was only so much of bug watching one could tolerate). Not that he would ever approach said mutant, should one indeed show up. He never did, or never tried to on purpose. It had only happened once before, and the encounter had been enough to keep him at an even greater distance than he normally employed.
With nothing to do but wait, he tipped back on his heels and rocked himself. With a sigh, he pulled off the hat that kept his hair from his face and ran his fingers through the thick, brown strands. This was insane, all of it, and nothing had been the same since that fat baka had waltzed into the gym. Jiro had been stupid enough to say yes to the man's offer, and unable to say no to it or the money given to him.
Now he wished he would have had the balls to put his foot down, or at the very least, make a few terms and conditions of his own. Because he wasn't a killer, he couldn't imagine jabbing someone through the heart, mutant or otherwise, and bringing them to someone who could... no. No to the no to the hell no. It just wasn't in him. He liked to box, sure, he enjoyed a good fight on tv. Heck, he'd once held season passes to sumo matches.
But a trained killer?
He shivered at the thought, pinched the bridge of his nose, and tried to chase away the thoughts at the edge of his mind. He was a good man, he knew it. But to the mutants...
A screech suddenly pierced the air, breaking Jiro of his thoughts and startling him to the ground. It wasn't far, if he was any judge of distance, and it was familiar. Very familiar. It wasn't a bird, not a normal one at least, and once he realized just who it was exactly, he nearly swallowed his tongue. The last time he'd encountered the owner of that screech he'd walked away with a few bruised ribs and a severely beaten ego.
"Oh God not him. Nottttt himmmm." But the prickle of skin on his neck, the feel of bumps rising on his flesh, told him to stop and run. He scrambled to his feet and booked it, knowing by the time he reached the area he stopped in that he was going in the wrong direction - not closer to the edge of the forest, but further in. Yet turning around and speeding in the opposite direction wasn't really an option, not until he lost the bloody bird.
"Stupid mythological beasts with those wings and your fire and STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! Whether the bird heard him or not, he didn't wait to see - he just kept on running.
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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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