Post by NIRO AUGUST on Dec 5, 2010 2:50:16 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. Niro Deimos August.[/size][/color]
NICKNAMES. Near, Neary, Nierow, Ninja, Ol' Silent.
AGE. 18.
BIRTHDATE. September 7th.
GENDER. Male.
SEXUALITY. Heterosexual.
TRAINER CLASS.
- ORIGINAL (POSSIBLY FUTURE CANON).
FACE CLAIM:D. GRAY MAN
[b]ALLEN WALKER[/b] – [i]niro august[/i]
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]GENERAL PERSONALITY. Niro is the essence of a trainer; calm, collected, brave, devoted. He is cool under pressure, almost never blowing up in anger or going into deep depression. He was raised by two clashing personalities; a lazy, highly intelligent ninja-born trainer and a proud, strong, honor-bound samurai-born trainer. He is a nice mix of the two, with a rather high intelligence characteristic of his father's family, a strong sense of instinct, an understanding of what is right or wrong. He's kind of guy you would want to be watching your back or you'd be the one watching his back. Around people he doesn't know, with no familiar faces, he can be unnaturally quiet, barely bringing his voice above a whisper if prompted. As he gets more used to the person, he opens up, joking lightly and smiling proudly. He doesn't really like to bring too much attention to himself, but will if the attention should be given, like in ceremonies and the like. Niro doesn't like to beat people down emotionally or hoard his strengths over them, instead choosing to help them. He can be impulsive and critical, quick to bring vengeance or retribution. He is unforgiving and can be rather moody on a bad day[/b] Mist, night, training, running, friends, sake, venison steak, deer, shadows, hot chicks, mind games, puzzles, sharp objects, rain, cigars, music, clothing, butts, his hair, sweets, adventure, long walks on the beach, the beach itself, relaxing, dancing, tea, people watching, flirting, raw tomatoes.
GENERAL DESCRIPTION.
Niro doesn't really look like a trainer or very physically active from the outside. He is thin and kind of average in ehight, with soft pale skin. However, he has strong, lean muscles, that have been built slim to his body. If one were to touch said muscles, they would feel something akin to marble, which is hardest around his calves, abs, and upper arms. This body is built for running and stamina, not brute force and power. His hair is pure white and spikes slightly. It is very long, as Niro let's it grow out longer and longer has he ages. If one were to see Niro day after day they would notice his eyes change color. They can change from a stormy gray to a striking icy blue, depending on the weather, time of day, and his emotions.
Not surprisingly, Niro's most distinguishing feature is his white hair. He's had it since childhood, and it's a completely natural color, free of dies and such. Strangely, both of his parents had brown, curly hair, as compared to his white, straight hair. Niro likes to take care of it, cleaning it so it has a nice, soft silky touch. Another distinguishing feature is Niro's tattoo, which is a blood red color. It appears as a crude five underneath his left eye, goes over the eyelid, and becomes an inverted pentagram above. Niro got it to make himself look more intimidating and “bad-ass”.
CLOTHES:
Undershirt: Underneath his jacket, he will don a tight undershirt. This shirt fits to his body, allowing a wide range of movement and flexibility, but not presenting many grappling points for close combat. The shirt is usually some shade of gray. The short sleeves end before the elbow and are tight to the upper arm, matching how it just barely reaches his waist and fits tight.
Jacket: This black jacket is also rather tight to the body, fitting close to his thin limbs. Sewed of dark clothe, the jacket helps repel some water and features a detachable cowl. The jacket has two pockets, one on each jacket flap, the pockets carrying a single Pokeball each. The jacket has a single shiny steel zipper that goes all the way up to his collar, though he doesn't always zip it up all the way, mostly out of laziness.
Pants: These pants are tight, yet a bit fashionable, made of smooth black clothe. While seeming confining by appearance, they let a remarkable amount of movement and flexibility, perfect for the active trainer that want's to look good while working. Around the bottom of the pant's leg they are more lose, encase the wearer would like to wear boots or shoes like hi-tops.
Shoes: He has two pairs of shoes; one for leisure, the other for when he has to adventure. The first pair is a comfortable pair of hi-top sneakers. They are black, with white toes, laces, and stitching. The bottom is ridged for traction and the hi-top allows for great heel and ankle support. His pair for adventuring are boots, reaching to just below the calf muscle. They are rather similar to the hi-tops, but with a steel zipper instead of laces. They are colored black and gray.
DISLIKES. People smarter than him, bitchy folk, people who think they're all that, posers, boisterous people, bragging, cooked tomatoes, cooked carrots, being outwitted, not expecting something (trap, ambush, etc), stupid people, men who think with their cocks, fat people, most rap music, uber tall people.
GOALS. World Recognition.
FEARS. Drowning.
SECRETS. He's a ninja.
HISTORY.
Niro was born and raised in the mysterious Kaede village. His father is actually one of the village's mysterious “shinobi”, and therefore Niro was raised in a similar fashion, learning patience, calmness, and stealth from an early age. This is also where he learned hand-to-hand combat and first began his Pokemon adventure with the capture of his first Pokemon, a Houndour, at age ten. He would later leave his home town and journey to Yanagi City, where he would study being a trainer, battling, and the like for two years while training and catching around the town's outskirts.
When he grew bored with school he left and departed on his own, making a name for himself as a trainer of dark and fire type Pokemon. He would capture a Monozu and a Charmander, also showing himself as a sort of dragon user. Eventually he evolved all three of his Pokemon to their second stages and rocked the world of other trainers, aimlessly walking about the world. His goals had become simple; whoop ass, take names, beat the gyms, beat the Elite Four, and take his rightful place as Pokemon Master.
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♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
{[/i][/size][/color] character info } [/right][/font][/color][/size]YOUR ALIAS. Midnight.[/size][/color]
EXPERIENCE. 3-4 years.
OTHER CHARACTERS. None.
MEMBER TITLE. WAR DOG.
CONTACT INFORMATION. PM or ask for MSN.
OTHER INFORMATION. I'm awesome.
SECRET PHRASE. JESUS OAK.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE.
Niro rose shortly after dawn broke and the sun had just barely cleared the horizon, sunlight penetrating the single window of his room and kissing his face. The sun reflected slightly off his palish, slim and lean muscled body, exposed where the black covers had fallen away. Every day he rose at the same time, consist. After each day the waking became easier; the sleep left his eyes faster and his muscles reacted better. Still a bit asleep, he stood from his too-large double bed. In the soft morning light he dressed, pulling on a pair of shorts. Scratching his chin, Niro left his room, the morning air chilly on his bare chest, his bare feet frigid from the cold stone of the floor.
But it didn't matter, for he would soon warm up. When Niro had first begun to rise this early, about five or six years ago, he had instructed the servants to begin drawing a hot bath just as the day began to start, when the sunlight crawled across the horizon. They still did it now, which did not surprise Niro. They were great servants and hardly ever quit or were replaced. This job paid too much and had too many benefits. First of all, their boss was a nice and easy one. The Queen too care of her help and was hardly ever mean. Even when the servants did something stupid.
The Queen was why Niro rose so early. At the tender age of three, Niro met the Queen, grew up with her. All throughout his early life, Niro's father instilled in him one prime thing; Odette his your life, protect her like you would protect your own. As life went on, Niro found himself protecting her life more than his. Like the hellish period after she was crowned instead of her sister; there were many assassins, dozens of attempts at her life. But Niro stopped most of them, his sword driving into the heart of a would-be murderer. He wouldn't let anyone touch the Queen. His Queen.
Arriving at his destination, Niro drew the doorknob and entered the room, a small private bathroom. There was a toilet and a bath, with an overhead shower head, and two open windows, letting in natural light and the calming serenade of nature. There was already hot and ready water in the bath, like Niro had expected. He stripped down, turning a knob at the base of the shower head so that it released a tumult of hot, steamy water. Niro entered the water, wetting and running his hands through his hair. The water relaxed his muscles, a soft massage like a lover's embrace. Then again, Niro had never felt one. He assumed, as he assumed many other things he had never experienced. Like flying or riding on a boat at sea. He had once had the chance to kiss; at age eleven it was a pretty big thing in life. Odette had never been kissed before either, so the two did it. Just once to get it over with, not a big thing or anything.
Now that he looked back, Niro saw that around that time, he and the Queen had began to separate. He had to learn combat and other things, to be a man and a great bodyguard. She had more peaceful, less risk-oriented things to learn, like politics and history, court eidetic and mathematics. They had to grow up, no more playing hide-and-seek in the castle gardens, no more staying up late and talking together in a tent of blankets. Those were more simple times.
The early teen years were awkward, puberty and all leaving him with disjointed thoughts and emotions he wasn't sure he understood. Perhaps that was when Niro was first attracted to Odette, noticing her developing body. It was probably all natural, the body's natural instincts to mate a propagate. During those years the two saw each other, at meals and such, since Niro was still a noble and a member of possibly the closest families to the monarchy. But they didn't spend every waking hours with each other as they used to. Somehow, that just made Niro's feelings even stronger.
Niro scrubbed the dirt from his body with soap, immersed in warmth. Squirting some shampoo into a hand, Niro scrubbed his hair, massaging the scalp, running his hair through and through until it was as soft as silk. After washing the soap and shampoo from his body, he exited the shower, drying his body with a small towel. And then he dressed in the clothes the servants had laid out for him, pulling on underpants, a pair of black trousers, and a tight black short-sleeved tunic. He too slipped on a black belt with a silver buckle, securing the trousers. Tucking in the shirt, he sat, lacing up a pair of, guess what, black shoes. He left, leaving the shorts and the towel neatly folded. The servants would take care of them.
Niro heard a cry from the floor down, stepping onto the grand staircase from the hall. Niro could identify the cry; it was Nan's. Nan had once them Odette's, and therefore his, nanny, watching the two youngsters and trying to keep them out of trouble. It didn't always work. With a full grown queen and no more children to watch, Nan had taking the job of the Queen's chef, preparing every meal. He stayed at the top, standing where shadows were and the light from the windows and torches didn't touch him. Niro hated it being bright, and though it really wasn't at the moment, he preferred darkness.
Polly must've gotten into the larder. Again. Niro allowed himself a faint smile. For wherever Polly was, Odette wasn't far behind. Though she was a queen, Odette was still rather childish, wishing to shirk duties and responsibilities on her advisers. She wasn't one to stay up writing laws or regulate trade. Odette was more of one to sleep in and walk around in her nightdress. Which wasn't all surprising to Niro when she walked into the grand hall and sat at the bottom of the grand staircase with Polly. And in her nightdress.
Niro watched her as she walked, full and beautiful lips smiling. He glanced at the supple curves of her body, amazing in the simple clothes. But he only allowed himself the barest of glances, forcing himself not to look at her chest or buttocks. Okay, maybe one look at her chest. His eyes flickered, and he took them away again. The glance told Niro she was a bit cold, if you know what I mean.
Niro stepped down the stairs, soft steps making no noise at all. One of his favorite activities was sneaking up on her, spooking her. He didn't like getting up behind her and saying “Boo!” or something like they. He walked down the steps, slow and silent as a shadow. He was a stealthy ninja, lurking up right behind her. His face was right over her right shoulder; if she turned even slightly to the right she would see him. Niro stood for a moment, taking in her scent and the sight of her disheveled, yet somehow immaculate hair. His voice was barely a whisper.
“How are you, my Queen?”.
♦♦ unfold your PAPER HEART
and wear it ON YOUR SLEEVE
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