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Good Gracious... Sorry I never got around to posting my bloody profile. xx; I A) Broke my glasses and B) went one a random spur of the moment five-hour-three-day vaction and C) School starts tomorow. >> Course this is no real excuse so I'll post profile first then I need guidance Skitty, as to how you want me to enter this.
Mrew. I'll probably add more to his personal description and to his history later, I'm quite exausted from shopping. ^^;
PROFILE
Name: Koji Himara
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Social Status: Ninja/technologically gifted (see other)
Pokemon Spirit: Raichu
Description: Koji stands about five foot seven, short but cunning, his body is lean and well built while still ridiculously skinny. His jet-black hair rests on his shoulders, a nice section of the hair drifting into his eyes. Throughtout the mop of straight as spagetti hair are a mixture of blue highlights that have no intention of making themselves known. His eyes match the highlights, a deep empty blue that seems to pierce into the hearts of people he makes eye contact without him really meaning to do so. As he says, 'I can't control how freaky my eyes are. Get over it.' For clothing, he tends to wear a loose fitting green red or blue tunic over a pair of loose brown/black pants. He also wears a black headband around his head that often converts to a ponytail holder. It bears the insignia of his village (but NOT in a Naruto like style. See other)As far as "special items" goes, Koji owns a small blue sapphire gem in the shape of a raindrop (Similar to a Mystic Water but a deeper blue) on a hemp-like twine necklace and he never takes it off even when he showers, relaxes in a hot spring or sleeps. Someone else touching it would result in disaster, meaning Koji would more than likely connect a fist to the wrong-doer's face. For equipment, Koji still has a Shuriken pouch on his belt and a kunai holster on his leg but hardly finds the need to use them thanks to the rodent on his shoulder. He also carries a knapsack his mother made for him on his shoulder in a sling like mannor.
Personality: Koji is mostly a happy-go-lucky guy who always seems to iritate the hell out of some people while making another's day. He can lighten even the darkest of moods and enjoys every second of it. However... like any person, Koji can slip into the darkest of moods in a matter of seconds, ripping to shreds (emotionally of course) anyone that comes near him when he's in such a mood. However, these rarely occur, the only times ever really noted being when the stone around his neck was mocked or a person of a low IQ tried to snatch the object. For ninety nine precent of the time, Koji is your average ball of fluffy happiness, always ready to joke but serious when it counts.
History: Well, he can't tell you about his ninja-upbringing, then he'd have to kill you. (Rather, Koji's past is a big part of his character and it wouldn't be fair to ruin the small character plot by spoiling his early childhood. xp) What he can say is the following:
He was born and raised in a secret ninja village in the north. Because of the almost year round (aside from a mild summer) freezing temperatures, the transformations have hardly effected his area. However, the stories have trailed up the frozen tundra til they reached his village. The brave high-ranking ninja warriors left in search of the answer... and none returned. Because of the growing concern and rumours, Koji and a few others left the village, this time hoping to not only find the mysterious transformations and find out what's causing them but to also find and return the lost warriors.
Other:
The tunic/headband has a design on it, let me kick my scanner and scan it in. -.- it doesn't really like me.
By technologically gifted, I mean, since I doubt there's much technology in this roleplay, that Koji can break into any prison cell, any house or room and if there is any 21st century or beyond technology... don't let Koji near it. He'll hack into it with no regards to who may be watching him.
Koji also has a pet Pichu that he recieved from a childhood friend. Its own little profile ish below. ^^
Sonee the Pichu
Sonee was given to Koji by the girl who lived next door to him in his home village as an egg after he told the girl he was leaving in search of the cause of the poke-to-human transformations. It hatched a few days later and in honor of his friend, she was named "Sonee" the shortened name of his friend (Sonechka) and attached to Koji almost immediatly.
She is a bright and bubbly infant pokemon that will do anything to get her hands on a tomato or some ketchup, often mistaking that bottle of wine on the counter for a bottle of her favorite delicacy. She enjoys long naps in Koji's knapsack and does not like being licked by anything. Be it a growlithe, skitty or worse, a lickitung, she refuses to allow anything that touches her with...a tounge... to escape unzaped even though it rebounds and hurts her. In her child-like mind, it's worth the pain to watch them in pain.
RP Sample: Because of time issues, this rp sample has nothing to do with this SPECIFIC character. It's of another. (Mika, in a Team Rocket Simulation program if you want to know.) >>; please say ish okay or.. I guess I could type a full poke rp sample... it'll just delay me posting longer. ^^; I also apologize in advance for the violence of the sample. >>; It's not anything R rated, it's more of a PG, Pg-13. ^^;;;
"Do it again. Your time was unacceptable."
System rebooting...
Starting simulation X7862...
Times attempted: 4.
Her hands moved through her hair, tiredly pushing away the sweat coated locks from her eyes as the computer refreshed the now battered simulation before she tightened her grip on the full sized katana in her hands. In this "This World" it was as real as a kitchen knife but in "That World" it was nothing more than a plastic toy sword. In "This World" the sun was gone and the walls were coated in slime and gunk. There were no comforting streetlights, just erie glows from the reactors in town.
This simulation was in the slums.
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Her information told her that a wanted criminal was in District 6 and she was supposed to apprehend him without elimating him. The first few times through this damn simulation, that had been her only fault. She'd killed him. Whooptie do, a criminal was off the street so why the hell did anybody really care if he or she was dead or not? Why, because of lawyers, or at least that's what Rai-sempai had told her earlier. He'd said, with much exaggeration according to Mira, that Giovanni's Company cover-up of Team Rocket could get cancelled forever an ever if they got sued and the person suing won.
But that didn't ease her nerves any
The pathetic enemies she encountered on her run towards the pub, which is where her enemy supposedly was, were sliced to ribbons without even a blink from the eleven year old. These weaklings hardly deserved the death she was giving them and even though they were but holograms, she seemed to be enjoying every computer animated scream and cry a little too much…
She moved without thought, quickly eliminating anything, and by anything I include townsfolks, that dared to try and stop her little rampage. Once inside the pub however, her motions changed to that of a sleek well thought out motion set. Swinging to the right, she caught the teen who was programmed to jump her when she entered and quickly tossed him out the window, not bothering to kill him.
Pressing her sword into the supposed high ranking body guards, she quickly made short work of them and turned towards the boss head, slashing her blade to the side to rid it of the nasty looking blood and guts, "You've got to the count of three to surrender or your head is mine."
Taking one look at his comrades, the man groveled, falling to his knees and begging for his pathetic worthless life. Her first instinct was to slice him up slowly, manically, forcing the worst type of pain she could upon him.
But because she waited ten friggen seconds, the computer saw it as her way of noting that she was going to spare the boss and dissolved the program.
Simulation X7862 completed
System shutting dowm
She breathed heavily, slipping to her knees when the rough jerk back into the real world hit her like a few dozen clips of bullets. Her precious sword was now back to its plasticy-ness and in the corner, far away from the disheveled mess in the middle of the now neon blue room that couldn't seem to start breathing normally.
