Post by ikari on Jul 27, 2006 17:47:04 GMT -5
Name : Jin Ikari (last name first)
Nickname: N/A
Age: 62 (looks 26)
Height: 5'9
Weight: 190 pounds
Blood Type : O+
Birth date:. Aug 26
Rank: Civilian
Cannon Jutsu: N/A
Custom Jutsu : N/A
Special Weapons (Those not including shuriken, kunai, exploding notes, smoke bombs, wire or healing ointments) : N/A
Extra info: (Store any extra info pertaining to the characters attacks and whatnot here. Like blood limit jutsu or best fighting style, for example.) (see taijutsu style i will simontaniously post in the proper place... )
Personality:- Forgetful and slightly ditsy... Ikari seem's like just your regular average joe... That is.. When you just scratch the surface of his personality... Deep down, behind the fun-loveing young man, is an almost father-like concern for those around him... At times he can become fussey, messing with a companion's hair till he belives it's straight, cleaning the houses at whitch he stay's, doing the laundry... All sorts of such chores, even the traditional emmbaresing "You've got something on your face" napkin attack... It's rare to find him sad about anything, an eternal optimist to him... Things could always get worse...
Looks : Azure eyes... The first most noticable thing about him... Those infinatly deep Azure eyes... Flecked with green and gold around the pupil they are truly things of beauty... They gaze out at the world from behind a rectangular pair of wireframed glasses that rest percariously on the end of his nose... His cheek bones are high, and a few light freckles spot the bridge of his nose and jsut below his eyes... His jaw is strong and angular, across his neck and chin a seemingly permenant five-o-clock shadow resides, giving him a gentle, almost uncle-ish look.
(Sorry to put this here but here is a reference for his hair... Dident really know how to describe it...)
His clothing is... Flashy, a billowy white shirt, and long pants that flare out near his ankles, providing comfort and mobility… Starting just above his knee and tied around his thigh are a series of multi-colored ribbons each one slightly longer than the one below it, so each stop on the same place on his ankle… The same style is mirrored on his arms, starting just above his elbow and moving up his arm all the way to the base of his shoulders… The long ribbons hanging down to his ankles, just in different colors… His left leg is left bare of such adornments however… Leaving the overlarge pant leg to billow out in the slightest gust of wind… The belt around his waist is solid black clashing with his white attire as much as the ribbons, hanging from it is a series of bells…A ragtag collections ranging from iron-jingle bells to handsomely wrought silver and gold prayer bells…
(If anyone has a pic that might fit at least his face, i'd appreciate being given a link! )
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History : Born a basterd, an illegitimate son of a lesser Daimyo of the fire country, his mother a poor, but beautiful peasent girl... Ikari's life was fairly simple, and little is known about the circumstances that caused the boy to begin his wandering treck across the land, or where he learned his particular brand of defencive taijutsu... However, among regular people, and villages across the lands, he has become famous... A wandering man, born with a rare genetic defect that caused his body to age at a pace slower than normal, a man who helped with harvests... A wandering hero to all he met, leaving memories... Good ones... In his wake...
(He's a pretty normal char... Tragic chars are supposed to be uniqe, yet i sadly see to many running around and they have lost all uniqeness...)
Current Village : N/A
Birth village : N/A
RP Sample Ikari sigh's, straightening and shifting the pick he had been useing to rest on his shoulder... The sun above had reached it's peak, and witht he work done, it was time for him to get moveing... "Grandpa... I finished breaking up the ground!" He calls stepping out of the small square plot of land he had spent prepareing for the old man who lived in the shack beside it...
The small old man, bent with the weight of his years steps shakily out of the open door to his home, leaning heavily on the cane ikari had made for him last year when he came around... "Oh.... Such a good boy... Such a good boy... You've done so much for me... I dont know what i'd do if i had to break up that soil myself..." He states takeing a slow shuffleing step forward to look out at the softened earth that would soon be turne dinto his new garden... "Ill handle the planting... But you be sure to come visit again next year... Such a good boy..." He wheezes reaching into his robes pocket to pull out his meager saveings... Turning he holds his shakey hand out to Ikari, the coins rattling in his arthritic hand...
"No grandpa... I tell you that every year... Im not going to take your money... Im paying you back for the food and the room you gave me when i broke my leg... Remmber...?" He states smileing softly as he moves into the old shack, returning a moment later with a pack slung over his shoulder in place of the pick... "Ill come back and see you at harvest time to give you a hand grandpa... Take care of yourself..." He states stooping down to hug the little old man before turning and setting off on the winding path towords fire country...
"AND STAY AWAY FROM THE SAKE!" He calls over his shoulder followed by his bell-like laugh...
The old man, smiles softly as the young man retreats from his vision once more... The young man had broken his leg protecting him from a falling tree... Yet he insisted he owed him, and it had been years since that incident... Yet still... Like clockwork twice a year he would come back to visit with him... At harvest time... And planting time... Not just him either, he would help the others in the nearby village as well... "Such a good boy... Such a good boy..."
Pass code No, i lied
What's your first languge? English
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Nickname: N/A
Age: 62 (looks 26)
Height: 5'9
Weight: 190 pounds
Blood Type : O+
Birth date:. Aug 26
Rank: Civilian
Cannon Jutsu: N/A
Custom Jutsu : N/A
Special Weapons (Those not including shuriken, kunai, exploding notes, smoke bombs, wire or healing ointments) : N/A
Extra info: (Store any extra info pertaining to the characters attacks and whatnot here. Like blood limit jutsu or best fighting style, for example.) (see taijutsu style i will simontaniously post in the proper place... )
Personality:- Forgetful and slightly ditsy... Ikari seem's like just your regular average joe... That is.. When you just scratch the surface of his personality... Deep down, behind the fun-loveing young man, is an almost father-like concern for those around him... At times he can become fussey, messing with a companion's hair till he belives it's straight, cleaning the houses at whitch he stay's, doing the laundry... All sorts of such chores, even the traditional emmbaresing "You've got something on your face" napkin attack... It's rare to find him sad about anything, an eternal optimist to him... Things could always get worse...
Looks : Azure eyes... The first most noticable thing about him... Those infinatly deep Azure eyes... Flecked with green and gold around the pupil they are truly things of beauty... They gaze out at the world from behind a rectangular pair of wireframed glasses that rest percariously on the end of his nose... His cheek bones are high, and a few light freckles spot the bridge of his nose and jsut below his eyes... His jaw is strong and angular, across his neck and chin a seemingly permenant five-o-clock shadow resides, giving him a gentle, almost uncle-ish look.
(Sorry to put this here but here is a reference for his hair... Dident really know how to describe it...)
His clothing is... Flashy, a billowy white shirt, and long pants that flare out near his ankles, providing comfort and mobility… Starting just above his knee and tied around his thigh are a series of multi-colored ribbons each one slightly longer than the one below it, so each stop on the same place on his ankle… The same style is mirrored on his arms, starting just above his elbow and moving up his arm all the way to the base of his shoulders… The long ribbons hanging down to his ankles, just in different colors… His left leg is left bare of such adornments however… Leaving the overlarge pant leg to billow out in the slightest gust of wind… The belt around his waist is solid black clashing with his white attire as much as the ribbons, hanging from it is a series of bells…A ragtag collections ranging from iron-jingle bells to handsomely wrought silver and gold prayer bells…
(If anyone has a pic that might fit at least his face, i'd appreciate being given a link! )
Picture (not required)
History : Born a basterd, an illegitimate son of a lesser Daimyo of the fire country, his mother a poor, but beautiful peasent girl... Ikari's life was fairly simple, and little is known about the circumstances that caused the boy to begin his wandering treck across the land, or where he learned his particular brand of defencive taijutsu... However, among regular people, and villages across the lands, he has become famous... A wandering man, born with a rare genetic defect that caused his body to age at a pace slower than normal, a man who helped with harvests... A wandering hero to all he met, leaving memories... Good ones... In his wake...
(He's a pretty normal char... Tragic chars are supposed to be uniqe, yet i sadly see to many running around and they have lost all uniqeness...)
Current Village : N/A
Birth village : N/A
RP Sample Ikari sigh's, straightening and shifting the pick he had been useing to rest on his shoulder... The sun above had reached it's peak, and witht he work done, it was time for him to get moveing... "Grandpa... I finished breaking up the ground!" He calls stepping out of the small square plot of land he had spent prepareing for the old man who lived in the shack beside it...
The small old man, bent with the weight of his years steps shakily out of the open door to his home, leaning heavily on the cane ikari had made for him last year when he came around... "Oh.... Such a good boy... Such a good boy... You've done so much for me... I dont know what i'd do if i had to break up that soil myself..." He states takeing a slow shuffleing step forward to look out at the softened earth that would soon be turne dinto his new garden... "Ill handle the planting... But you be sure to come visit again next year... Such a good boy..." He wheezes reaching into his robes pocket to pull out his meager saveings... Turning he holds his shakey hand out to Ikari, the coins rattling in his arthritic hand...
"No grandpa... I tell you that every year... Im not going to take your money... Im paying you back for the food and the room you gave me when i broke my leg... Remmber...?" He states smileing softly as he moves into the old shack, returning a moment later with a pack slung over his shoulder in place of the pick... "Ill come back and see you at harvest time to give you a hand grandpa... Take care of yourself..." He states stooping down to hug the little old man before turning and setting off on the winding path towords fire country...
"AND STAY AWAY FROM THE SAKE!" He calls over his shoulder followed by his bell-like laugh...
The old man, smiles softly as the young man retreats from his vision once more... The young man had broken his leg protecting him from a falling tree... Yet he insisted he owed him, and it had been years since that incident... Yet still... Like clockwork twice a year he would come back to visit with him... At harvest time... And planting time... Not just him either, he would help the others in the nearby village as well... "Such a good boy... Such a good boy..."
Pass code No, i lied
What's your first languge? English
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