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Name:
Solomon
Age:
Older than he looks
Species:
vampire
Position:
Personality:
He use to be innocent, but he has developed a more charming personality, charming and sly, he trusts nobody, yet many trust him. To him they are just drops of blood in the bank, he is easy to get on with, he doesn't like to fight but loves drama when it doesn't involve him. He loves women, his victims are always women, and just for pleasure he mainly tries to get close with them just so he can pleasure them before draining their blood. When angered he is ruthless, though he isn't much of a fighter and will swing loosely, he has a disgusting temper when lost.
History:
Solomon use to be a slave to wealthy farmer. It wasn't much of a bad life as the master was an old and kind gentle soul that was rotting slowly. One night as he was tending to the harvest, his master leap out from out of nowhere and forced him to the ground. It was dark and Solomon had no vision, but managed to push his master off, however it wasn't over, his master jumped onto his back and bit into Solomon's neck, his cry was loud, taking the lantern that he had come out with a lay down, he flung it at his master, engulfing him in the flames. He heard his master's cry, and recognised who he had killed. He couldn't live with the shame and ran away, month's later he had grew weaker, and the craving of blood made him lose concentration, staring at the necks of citizens as they passed him. At this point he was in the city of Chiern as a beggar. He got so desperate for money that he murdered a innocent man and took his possessions, but the red liquid on the floor, he drew near to it with a strange gaze. He dipped his two fingers into the puddle of blood and slowly put them to his lips, then licked them. later he was licking it off the floor like a dog with water.
Later on he had got work with mercenaries, his sneaking skills were useful, and he always had a thing for rifles and pistols, mainly rifles as he use to go hunting with his master. It was then he realized he couldn't go out in sunlight, only being able to go onto the night tasks and operations.
He regularly hunts for victims, and is always wearing a top hat.
Where they lived: He lived as commoner in cieron
Skills: Gunsman, stealth, smooth talker.
Reasons for joining the crew:
He needed to get out of the city, he needed to travel. He thinks he will be able to feed freely but how will he avoid the captains watch?
Extra details:
He has a tribal tattoo on his back, and is never seen without a red bandana around his wrist, it covers something.
Name:
Solomon
Age:
Older than he looks
Species:
vampire
Position:
Personality:
He use to be innocent, but he has developed a more charming personality, charming and sly, he trusts nobody, yet many trust him. To him they are just drops of blood in the bank, he is easy to get on with, he doesn't like to fight but loves drama when it doesn't involve him. He loves women, his victims are always women, and just for pleasure he mainly tries to get close with them just so he can pleasure them before draining their blood. When angered he is ruthless, though he isn't much of a fighter and will swing loosely, he has a disgusting temper when lost.
History:
Solomon use to be a slave to wealthy farmer. It wasn't much of a bad life as the master was an old and kind gentle soul that was rotting slowly. One night as he was tending to the harvest, his master leap out from out of nowhere and forced him to the ground. It was dark and Solomon had no vision, but managed to push his master off, however it wasn't over, his master jumped onto his back and bit into Solomon's neck, his cry was loud, taking the lantern that he had come out with a lay down, he flung it at his master, engulfing him in the flames. He heard his master's cry, and recognised who he had killed. He couldn't live with the shame and ran away, month's later he had grew weaker, and the craving of blood made him lose concentration, staring at the necks of citizens as they passed him. At this point he was in the city of Chiern as a beggar. He got so desperate for money that he murdered a innocent man and took his possessions, but the red liquid on the floor, he drew near to it with a strange gaze. He dipped his two fingers into the puddle of blood and slowly put them to his lips, then licked them. later he was licking it off the floor like a dog with water.
Later on he had got work with mercenaries, his sneaking skills were useful, and he always had a thing for rifles and pistols, mainly rifles as he use to go hunting with his master. It was then he realized he couldn't go out in sunlight, only being able to go onto the night tasks and operations.
He regularly hunts for victims, and is always wearing a top hat.
Where they lived: He lived as commoner in cieron
Skills: Gunsman, stealth, smooth talker.
Reasons for joining the crew:
He needed to get out of the city, he needed to travel. He thinks he will be able to feed freely but how will he avoid the captains watch?
Extra details:
He has a tribal tattoo on his back, and is never seen without a red bandana around his wrist, it covers something.
I dont want this to die
7:04
Troy rested his cheeks on the palm of his hands, his dull eyes igniting with annoyance as he heard the hyper active kid introduce himself. He screwed his face and clamped his pencil. He already knew the drill, he wasn't new or anything so there was no need to introduce himself, even if the other classmates were new and had moved in, his wants for friendship had been lost for years and there wouldn't be a chance of it reappearing anytime soon. He brought all his concentration to his pad and pencil now, ready to work. However he was interrupted by the teachers exercise, the spotlight was on him as his peers waited for him to introduce himself. "Troy Knight" He said bluntly. "Already I feel as if I'm going to surrounded by faggots." He thought as he went back to writing.
Troy rested his cheeks on the palm of his hands, his dull eyes igniting with annoyance as he heard the hyper active kid introduce himself. He screwed his face and clamped his pencil. He already knew the drill, he wasn't new or anything so there was no need to introduce himself, even if the other classmates were new and had moved in, his wants for friendship had been lost for years and there wouldn't be a chance of it reappearing anytime soon. He brought all his concentration to his pad and pencil now, ready to work. However he was interrupted by the teachers exercise, the spotlight was on him as his peers waited for him to introduce himself. "Troy Knight" He said bluntly. "Already I feel as if I'm going to surrounded by faggots." He thought as he went back to writing.
Ok, so all in the same classroom right?
I really look forward to beginning this Rp. All the characters I've seen so far have me clenching with excitement :). They have a good balance and already fit in to the world I think. Well done to you all ^^, and I guess I'm weakest one xD oh well, I love the development.
Name:
Yoshida Hitomi
Gender:
Age:
15
Village:
Konohagakure
Clan(s):
Yoshida
Birthplace
Keishi (Capital of Land of Fire)
--Appearance--
Written appearance
He has honeyed skin and white curly hair that apparently suits his grey coloured sharp eyes. He has a slightly athletic build, however he doesn't carry much weight on him, but is really tall, maybe the tallest in his class. He has no facial hair, and is nose is quite sharp and slightly long. His eyebrows are dark grey and a bit thick.
He is most of time seen in a white haori with his clan symbol on, and wears a sleeved covering stringed vest under it, he also has around his neck a crocodile toothed pendant that is sliver and the bottom filed dull, to prevent piercing his flesh. He wear black ninja hakama's and black boots as he is cautious of his feet being exposed.
--Weapons--
Weapon(s):
Weapon Type:
Training sword
--Fighting Style(s):
Specializes in Kenjutsu and has more to learn.
He also can also wield killing intent well.
His Genjutsu isn't that good, neither is his defence against it.
Taijutsu is decent.
He can use Ninjutsu quite well.
Chakra Type(s)
Lightning
Jutsu
Manipulating Shuriken Technique
Iaido
Manipulating Attack Blades
Shadow of the dancing leaf]
Rank:
Genin
History
Hitomi Yoshida. He is from a well known clan that was originally from the rain, a clan of great swordsmen, one could say a clan of samurai. Hitomi has always carried the pride of the clan on his shoulders since birth, he has learnt to crawl by himself, walk by himself, and even poop by himself. He is no heir, but he is no commoner amongst the clan either as his father was once served the clan well. Hitomi wanted to be a Shinobi since the age of 5 but many thins halted his journey, such as his father teaching him how read, write, and advance strategy so the son could be like the father. Hitomi was never interested in any of that stuff, he was always hands on, thinking comes a little later for him, however he isn't completely stupid. His sword skills he adopted from his cousin's and uncles, and additional skills from the Konohagakure Academy. Right the now the boy seeks to learn and be adopted into inner ranks of the leaf, not to help strengthen his clan, but to absorb everything he learns like a sponge would water, to experience and live life like how the Shinobi would in his father's time.
Personality
Hitomi doesn't trust any one, just because he shows manors does not mean he trusts you with his life or anything under it. He has a reason for this though as he wasn't always like this, growing up in the capital he was a victim of bullying, even in Konohagakure til this day people bully him over the feminine name he never wanted. That was crowned on him by his poetic mother, bullied and ridiculed by it and rarely being able to defend himself from it, he closes himself. But this does not mean that he is a moody good for nothing, he shows joy, and can crack a smile. He never likes to admit he makes mistakes, its the pride business again, he will always blame someone else, and he has been capable of panicking when unprepared, to the point he shakes but tries to hold his ground. He is also a sore loser and isn't good at enduring long winding challenges, if he loses he will sulk, just like a child.
Two fun facts
1.His favourite meal is Eel and white rice.
2. His name has the characters "beautiful, wisdom, and pupil. His mother fell for men
so she wanted to name him and when she gave birth hoping for a girl she couldn't help
but look at her son's eyes, how beautiful they were, thus without thinking giving him a girls name.
Yoshida Hitomi
Gender:
Age:
15
Village:
Konohagakure
Clan(s):
Yoshida
Birthplace
Keishi (Capital of Land of Fire)
--Appearance--
Written appearance
He has honeyed skin and white curly hair that apparently suits his grey coloured sharp eyes. He has a slightly athletic build, however he doesn't carry much weight on him, but is really tall, maybe the tallest in his class. He has no facial hair, and is nose is quite sharp and slightly long. His eyebrows are dark grey and a bit thick.
He is most of time seen in a white haori with his clan symbol on, and wears a sleeved covering stringed vest under it, he also has around his neck a crocodile toothed pendant that is sliver and the bottom filed dull, to prevent piercing his flesh. He wear black ninja hakama's and black boots as he is cautious of his feet being exposed.
--Weapons--
Weapon(s):
Weapon Type:
Training sword
--Fighting Style(s):
Specializes in Kenjutsu and has more to learn.
He also can also wield killing intent well.
His Genjutsu isn't that good, neither is his defence against it.
Taijutsu is decent.
He can use Ninjutsu quite well.
Chakra Type(s)
Lightning
Jutsu
Manipulating Shuriken Technique
Iaido
Manipulating Attack Blades
Shadow of the dancing leaf]
Rank:
Genin
History
Hitomi Yoshida. He is from a well known clan that was originally from the rain, a clan of great swordsmen, one could say a clan of samurai. Hitomi has always carried the pride of the clan on his shoulders since birth, he has learnt to crawl by himself, walk by himself, and even poop by himself. He is no heir, but he is no commoner amongst the clan either as his father was once served the clan well. Hitomi wanted to be a Shinobi since the age of 5 but many thins halted his journey, such as his father teaching him how read, write, and advance strategy so the son could be like the father. Hitomi was never interested in any of that stuff, he was always hands on, thinking comes a little later for him, however he isn't completely stupid. His sword skills he adopted from his cousin's and uncles, and additional skills from the Konohagakure Academy. Right the now the boy seeks to learn and be adopted into inner ranks of the leaf, not to help strengthen his clan, but to absorb everything he learns like a sponge would water, to experience and live life like how the Shinobi would in his father's time.
Personality
Hitomi doesn't trust any one, just because he shows manors does not mean he trusts you with his life or anything under it. He has a reason for this though as he wasn't always like this, growing up in the capital he was a victim of bullying, even in Konohagakure til this day people bully him over the feminine name he never wanted. That was crowned on him by his poetic mother, bullied and ridiculed by it and rarely being able to defend himself from it, he closes himself. But this does not mean that he is a moody good for nothing, he shows joy, and can crack a smile. He never likes to admit he makes mistakes, its the pride business again, he will always blame someone else, and he has been capable of panicking when unprepared, to the point he shakes but tries to hold his ground. He is also a sore loser and isn't good at enduring long winding challenges, if he loses he will sulk, just like a child.
Two fun facts
1.His favourite meal is Eel and white rice.
2. His name has the characters "beautiful, wisdom, and pupil. His mother fell for men
so she wanted to name him and when she gave birth hoping for a girl she couldn't help
but look at her son's eyes, how beautiful they were, thus without thinking giving him a girls name.
Sup
5:30AM
Standing patiently with his eyes on the pot of boiling water he waited. This time was breakfast time for Troy, it had always had breakfast at this time, it had grown into something he did everyday even on weekends. He turned the nob on the cooker, and tipped the hand scorching water down the sink. Quickly he started scraping the skin off, he wanted to do it as quick as he could without the egg burning his hand, he tossed the 3 eggs into the container and began sat down with the mug ready full of tea , no milk no sugar, and strong, just the way he liked his brew in the morning.
Silently he ate his breakfast, trying to block the negative thoughts about today.
6:30am
Troy made his way down the streets, the boy was powerwalking, not because he was in a rush, but because he felt it was good for his body. Every morning he would do 50 push ups, 5 sets of 10 before breakfast. He felt as if he needed to do more, but new he wouldn't keep to it, as he knew he would get lazy. The zip on the boy's grey rucksack thudded and clicked as if collided with the hard material of the backpack. He felt a little uncomfortable walking like this, already he could see people looking at like he was mad, his mother scolded him for walking like this, " bloody mad marching" she called it.
7:00 am
The boy had arrived a tad later than expected. He had enough time to quickly scan the board, and sigh himself. "These people...Better not be faggots, or do stupid things when I'm around". His face looked like he had been slapped by a laughing donkey, it would be amusing than the things that were brewing up in his mind. He made his way to his class, and took a seat.
He had his book ready, and pencil clasped in his hands, as if he were praying, however his eyes weren't closed, they were narrowed and tired, as if he had been walking all night without sleep.
Standing patiently with his eyes on the pot of boiling water he waited. This time was breakfast time for Troy, it had always had breakfast at this time, it had grown into something he did everyday even on weekends. He turned the nob on the cooker, and tipped the hand scorching water down the sink. Quickly he started scraping the skin off, he wanted to do it as quick as he could without the egg burning his hand, he tossed the 3 eggs into the container and began sat down with the mug ready full of tea , no milk no sugar, and strong, just the way he liked his brew in the morning.
Silently he ate his breakfast, trying to block the negative thoughts about today.
6:30am
Troy made his way down the streets, the boy was powerwalking, not because he was in a rush, but because he felt it was good for his body. Every morning he would do 50 push ups, 5 sets of 10 before breakfast. He felt as if he needed to do more, but new he wouldn't keep to it, as he knew he would get lazy. The zip on the boy's grey rucksack thudded and clicked as if collided with the hard material of the backpack. He felt a little uncomfortable walking like this, already he could see people looking at like he was mad, his mother scolded him for walking like this, " bloody mad marching" she called it.
7:00 am
The boy had arrived a tad later than expected. He had enough time to quickly scan the board, and sigh himself. "These people...Better not be faggots, or do stupid things when I'm around". His face looked like he had been slapped by a laughing donkey, it would be amusing than the things that were brewing up in his mind. He made his way to his class, and took a seat.
He had his book ready, and pencil clasped in his hands, as if he were praying, however his eyes weren't closed, they were narrowed and tired, as if he had been walking all night without sleep.
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