Post by GINJIRO OONISHI on Nov 29, 2010 23:48:10 GMT -5
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♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]FULL NAME. Ginjiro Oonishi.[/size][/color]
NICKNAMES. "The Shadow Hour." Idiot. Other variants of idiot. Ginji.
AGE. 17.
BIRTHDATE. 2/14.
GENDER. Male.
SEXUALITY. Is it possible to be sexually attracted to yourself.
TRAINER CLASS.
- CANON. TRAINER - slot three.
FACE CLAIM:DETECTIVE CONAN
[b]KAITO KID[/b] - [i]Ginjiro Oonishi[/i]
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]GENERAL PERSONALITY.[/ul]
GENERAL DESCRIPTION.
To sum Ginjiro up in a word: he's weird. Even he would admit that sporting a wild, unconventional white suit with a top hat and a monocle really isn't very practical nor does it make any sense. His hair is a chocolate brown, cut choppily at the neckline, and he has a nice set of blue eyes to compliment the ensemble. (No matter what he chooses to wear, it must be at least part-way stylish.) Not very tall or rugged by any stretch, he matches up with the common assumption that he's just a naive, sort of clueless kid from the country.
- People.
- Acting and drama.
- His freedom.
- When things go as planned.
- Competition.
- Honest individuals.
- Anything that can interest him for about ten minutes.
- His Pokémon.
- Any type of sweet.
- Women.
- Practical, oftentimes harmless jokes.
- Himself.
- Being left alone when he wants to be.
DISLIKES.
- Bitter foods.
- Coffee.
- Being clung to.
- People without any boundaries.
- Answering too many questions.
- Making mistakes.
- Training or any kind of real 'work' on his part.
- Others laziness.
- Poker and most forms of gambling.
- Dealings with Team Rocket.
GOALS.
- To . . . do something with his life, surely. Whether or not the boy has any worldly ambitions is debatable.
FEARS.
- Being caught and convicted, although this is tempered by his arrogance.
- Meeting up with his family at some unexpected time.
- Going senile in his old age.
- Blood.
HISTORY.
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Born in Ooku Town, Ginjiro was raised by a small family; he had only his mother, father, and a brother one year his senior. Generally a good-natured, if somewhat timid and self-interested, child, he lived a very normal(?) life. He resented his stuides, dreamed about crossing the ocean, sailing the galaxy, rescusing pretty damsels, and all the things that attract boys with with too much imagination.
At eleven, his mother insisted that he and his brother take their journey together so that they might 'look after one another.' With Ginjiro's passionate nature, it turned into a battle of wills--they were always fighting or training, and drifted apart as a result of that. At fifteen, they went their separate ways at Buna Town.
Decidedly bored with the humdrum life of just training alone, he began to use his psychic types to play practical jokes on others, and eventually drew inspiration from his favorite sideshow attraction back in Ooku: he joined a traveling troupe. Adopting the attire he would eventually use for his thievery, he used psychic manipulation to make his acts all the more real and fantastic. Fueled by the attention he would go on to receive, he began to practice daring stunts, and now proves himself by issuing challenges to gym leaders. In his words, he 'can steal their badges right from under their own noses.'
[/blockquote][/size][/color]At eleven, his mother insisted that he and his brother take their journey together so that they might 'look after one another.' With Ginjiro's passionate nature, it turned into a battle of wills--they were always fighting or training, and drifted apart as a result of that. At fifteen, they went their separate ways at Buna Town.
Decidedly bored with the humdrum life of just training alone, he began to use his psychic types to play practical jokes on others, and eventually drew inspiration from his favorite sideshow attraction back in Ooku: he joined a traveling troupe. Adopting the attire he would eventually use for his thievery, he used psychic manipulation to make his acts all the more real and fantastic. Fueled by the attention he would go on to receive, he began to practice daring stunts, and now proves himself by issuing challenges to gym leaders. In his words, he 'can steal their badges right from under their own noses.'
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]YOUR ALIAS. samedi.[/size][/color]
EXPERIENCE. Four to six years worth of role-playing.
OTHER CHARACTERS. Nope. I DO PLAY THE PROFESSOR, but he doesn't exist yet.
CONTACT INFORMATION. PM.
OTHER INFORMATION. Nope.
SECRET PHRASE. MOTHERFLIPPIN' Gary Oak comes complete with a BADASS WATER FEATURE.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.He got the feeling he was being watched, and not in a good way either. Waiting as the light flickered from green to red--walk flashing in bold letters above a stream of bodies that all seemed odd and suffocating--he stepped lightly over the curb while the car engines groaned impatiently. His intuition was good when it involved dying at least, and part of him wondered exactly who she was. Dragging around an entourage seemed pretty self-important, and he scoffed under his breath.
Generally irritated by the assumption that he was doing anything uncouth--it wasn’t in him to be subtle, so a sneak attack didn’t seem likely on his end if he had no reason to--Akihiro dug his hands into his pocket and rolled his eyes bitterly. (“Wouldn’t want too many here,” it was low, growled, and vicious, “People might realize that we’re up to something, eh.”) With a bored turn of the head, he saw Haine--lekki? Whatever they called her, the name escaped him right now--slip from the shadows of an alley, her hair a glowing shade of bubblegum pink and really far too bright to be normal, before waving a hand. It wasn’t necessarily in greeting, but more or less to remind them that he hadn’t wasted his to coming here to hold her at gunpoint. If he wanted to do that, then it would be on his own time and without invoking that kid Rukudo’s name. Advertising a murder didn’t really work when you got down to it, either, and he wouldn’t be stupid enough to go around telling people he was coming.
‘This,’ he thought, glaring while he side-stepping passerby, ‘is why I fucking hate people.’ Akihiro didn’t want his family explaining why their ‘dumbass kid’ is always in some kind of villainous plot, and getting a sharp “maybe he was asking for it, sir, ma’am” should anything take a turn towards hell. In rebellion, he opted to adopt an unreadable expression and yawned as though he didn’t have a care in the world. (Being casually arrogant was really how Akihiro handled diplomacy anyway.) He moved at a slow, easy pace, enjoying his time avoiding the leopard girl since she was annoying and kind of off, but found himself surprisingly calm as they watched from whatever their perches were. If she wanted him dead, then Akihiro knew that he probably would be dead; this was the truth, and the truth was sinister and shockingly impartial at the end of the day. Choosing a public setting made it hard to move so many Mafiosos anyway, and he fell into a category that didn’t particularly care if they lived or died. (More a matter of feeling as if he was obligated to.) ‘She doesn’t seem like the type, either.’ It wasn’t as though he was calling her good company, yet alone decent, but he supposed he respected the fact that she agreed to meet with him at all. It was pretty damn noble to hear your enemies out, especially when ‘mutual hatred’ was an understatement.
Figuring he was safe if he managed to get this far, Akihiro was jerked from his musings as she hissed her usual same shit. ”Your ring,” he repeated, raising an eyebrow as he came to a stop a good three feet away, ”Pretty funny to hear you lost it.” He had mentioned exchanging a ring to her go-between, but his concerns had nothing to do with whatever she had lost, and, truthfully, he wasn’t interested. (He imagined he was just lucky things turned out so well.) Akihiro’s job was not kissing Vongola’s ass, and he did not do work that he did not want to do; he had better things to do than deliver their messages. Her fault if the damn thing was gone, and he shrugged in reply.
Dryly, he offered a vague, ”Something like that, eh.” Rummaging through his pockets, he turned in over in his hands--just dead weight, gold and embedded with a violet jewel as Vongola glinted in the sun--before pausing idly. Tossing it into her open hand, he sneered a simple, ”Sorry to disappoint, but you said you would take it. I sure as hell don’t want it.” There was not a trace of insincerity--in the past few months since they had handed it off to him with a grin and a tip of the hat, he had used it as a paperweight, thrown it in the trash, dropped it on the dresser and forgot about it, and accidentally lost it in the washerand then spent a hell of a time looking for the damn thing.
”You’re probably informed enough to know about it. Check yourself if you think it’s fake,” turning away, Akihiro announced his intention to leave with an irritable, ”They said to tell you to arrange a meeting with that woman who took it through--what the hell was it--Cervello.”
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
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