Post by 1337 |\/|4573R 41|<4R0 on Jun 16, 2007 13:45:35 GMT -5
Name: Mizu Hikaro
Age: 14
Birthday: July 18
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure
Element: Water
Height: 5'9
Yen:5000
Weight: 180
Hair/ Eyes: blonde/ blue
Appearance: Hikaro’s attire is usually a cloak of dark blue, almost black. It is made of rough fabric, and is rather long, covering his legs completely. Long sleeves keep him warm, and less seen, which is sort of his motto. It sways with every moment, unstiff and almost never staying still. The cloak is almost insignia-less, with a circle filled in with white, and a yellow cross inside of the circle the color of bleached bones. The insignia holds special meaning for him. The cloak also has drawstrings, so he can tighten and loosen the hood at will. He wishes for no one to spy on him, and find his identity, so he wears his cloak with the hood up. He never removes it, as he wants to keep his face from prying eyes.
He has obtrusive spiky blonde hair, attracts many eyes, but he wants no attention beyond the normal. It is a rather bright shade of blonde, and bounces with every step, if he showed his hair, it would never stay down. It is very hard to conceal, and almost always pokes out of his cloak, but he does what he can. The hair is the only thing of him that doesn’t look solemn. It looks happy, if he would ever take his darned hood off.
If you do manage to get a prolonged glimpse of his face, you will see that under the shadows cast by his cloak, that he has cold, dark blue eyes. The eyes glimpse into yours, but in that slight glance, it seems like he stares directly into your soul, seeing your true intentions, and secrets. They are constantly moving, sweeping his environment, glinting with what looks like malice, but Yurisume is not an evil person. Some people stare into his eyes, and shudder, at the supposed killer instinct inside, the non-existent killer instinct. He has perfect vision, and misses nothing in his analysis of the shadows he usually resides in.
He has a straight back, a kingly posture, and a thing that he himself completely debunks with his choice of clothing. He is thin, not the thin of an anorexic, but that of someone who has honed his muscles until he was happy. His legs are long and strong, ready to run a couple of miles with no notice, after going through a day of solid training. He is always ready to run, one of his better qualities. His arms are strong, and un-flabby, not down to the bone, but definitely not ready to punch through a wall. They are strong to where they need to be for his style of attack to work. Maybe a little bit less so. One of the things people say about him if they punch him, and hit him-a rare occasion for an Academy Student-, is that he is hard. No flab.
His facial features are pointy, and he has a long mouth with a scar on coming off of the corner, giving him the appearance of a demonic grin. His teeth are white, and even, picture perfect. His face is smooth, but with a few odd dots here and there. His face isn’t deathly pale, due to his hereditary traits, but is the palest in his family of four. His nose is pointy, and not big.
Under his cloak, he has an almost plain, stretchy, jet black shirt. The only thing it has is that same insignia, the circle with a cross inside. The insignia is on the back of his shirt, around a foot in diameter, in the exact center of his back. The shirt is not tucked in, and goes on beyond his waistline. It is loose-fitting.
He wears plain baggy black pants, with deep pockets that can fit much inside of them. His pants are not tight at the ankles, nor poofy. They are as wide as his legs.
Special items: A zanpakto, that allows him to control water
Weapon/Tools: Kunai, Exploding tags, shruiken, and 2 extremely large shruiken
Rank: Genin
History: Hikaro was born, then thrown out on the streets. He still has the bruises. Apparently, his parents couldn’t care for him, or something like that, but he ended up miraculously surviving! He was first noticed when he turned 5, as an odd boy with the power to manipulate water. The street gangs were vicious, and captured him, waiting for somebody to come and claim him. When it became apparent no one was going to, they took him in as their own, teaching him the ways of the gangs, and pretty soon, Hikaro’s beat was the streets of Kirigakure.
He grew up with a friend, Futoi, a strong, and intelligent boy, who could manipulate water, just like him! Hikaro was thrilled to meet him, and he felt like the street life would actually not suck.
Then, there was a gang battle. A massive one. Who knows what it was over, but it was the first time that Hikaro had seen outright cold-blood killing, the blood spattering on the roads. When he saw Futoi with bloody teeth and hands, he ran. The world fell apart for Hikaro, the blissful life before seemed a distant memory, and every day was a struggle for survival, a horrible experience to pass through.
Hikaro lived on, then saw a water villager buying something. The curious boy followed the person, and found his clan. He burst in, hoping some one would know him. No one did, but the water moving made him a member, and he was accepted with little remorse, and pre-thought. He graduated the academy, and is considered the pride of the Mizu.
Quote: Years on the street have toughened my skin.
Hobbies: Eating, sleeping, fighting, swimming.
personality: Hikaro’s clothing in no way reflects his personality. Far from being emo, Hikaro can be happy, extremely bubbly, without a care in the world. His grin is never off of his now seldom-seen face, and he is constantly spouting sarcasm, making fun of everything around him. All in good nature, as nobody really outright hates him, even if they get a sarcastic remark. He is very random, sometimes bursting out in song, or asking a question that would turn even the most accepting of heads, not to mention the skeptics.
Hm.... this looks quite a bit like Grand Shinobi....
Age: 14
Birthday: July 18
Gender: Male
Village: Kirigakure
Element: Water
Height: 5'9
Yen:5000
Weight: 180
Hair/ Eyes: blonde/ blue
Appearance: Hikaro’s attire is usually a cloak of dark blue, almost black. It is made of rough fabric, and is rather long, covering his legs completely. Long sleeves keep him warm, and less seen, which is sort of his motto. It sways with every moment, unstiff and almost never staying still. The cloak is almost insignia-less, with a circle filled in with white, and a yellow cross inside of the circle the color of bleached bones. The insignia holds special meaning for him. The cloak also has drawstrings, so he can tighten and loosen the hood at will. He wishes for no one to spy on him, and find his identity, so he wears his cloak with the hood up. He never removes it, as he wants to keep his face from prying eyes.
He has obtrusive spiky blonde hair, attracts many eyes, but he wants no attention beyond the normal. It is a rather bright shade of blonde, and bounces with every step, if he showed his hair, it would never stay down. It is very hard to conceal, and almost always pokes out of his cloak, but he does what he can. The hair is the only thing of him that doesn’t look solemn. It looks happy, if he would ever take his darned hood off.
If you do manage to get a prolonged glimpse of his face, you will see that under the shadows cast by his cloak, that he has cold, dark blue eyes. The eyes glimpse into yours, but in that slight glance, it seems like he stares directly into your soul, seeing your true intentions, and secrets. They are constantly moving, sweeping his environment, glinting with what looks like malice, but Yurisume is not an evil person. Some people stare into his eyes, and shudder, at the supposed killer instinct inside, the non-existent killer instinct. He has perfect vision, and misses nothing in his analysis of the shadows he usually resides in.
He has a straight back, a kingly posture, and a thing that he himself completely debunks with his choice of clothing. He is thin, not the thin of an anorexic, but that of someone who has honed his muscles until he was happy. His legs are long and strong, ready to run a couple of miles with no notice, after going through a day of solid training. He is always ready to run, one of his better qualities. His arms are strong, and un-flabby, not down to the bone, but definitely not ready to punch through a wall. They are strong to where they need to be for his style of attack to work. Maybe a little bit less so. One of the things people say about him if they punch him, and hit him-a rare occasion for an Academy Student-, is that he is hard. No flab.
His facial features are pointy, and he has a long mouth with a scar on coming off of the corner, giving him the appearance of a demonic grin. His teeth are white, and even, picture perfect. His face is smooth, but with a few odd dots here and there. His face isn’t deathly pale, due to his hereditary traits, but is the palest in his family of four. His nose is pointy, and not big.
Under his cloak, he has an almost plain, stretchy, jet black shirt. The only thing it has is that same insignia, the circle with a cross inside. The insignia is on the back of his shirt, around a foot in diameter, in the exact center of his back. The shirt is not tucked in, and goes on beyond his waistline. It is loose-fitting.
He wears plain baggy black pants, with deep pockets that can fit much inside of them. His pants are not tight at the ankles, nor poofy. They are as wide as his legs.
Special items: A zanpakto, that allows him to control water
Weapon/Tools: Kunai, Exploding tags, shruiken, and 2 extremely large shruiken
Rank: Genin
History: Hikaro was born, then thrown out on the streets. He still has the bruises. Apparently, his parents couldn’t care for him, or something like that, but he ended up miraculously surviving! He was first noticed when he turned 5, as an odd boy with the power to manipulate water. The street gangs were vicious, and captured him, waiting for somebody to come and claim him. When it became apparent no one was going to, they took him in as their own, teaching him the ways of the gangs, and pretty soon, Hikaro’s beat was the streets of Kirigakure.
He grew up with a friend, Futoi, a strong, and intelligent boy, who could manipulate water, just like him! Hikaro was thrilled to meet him, and he felt like the street life would actually not suck.
Then, there was a gang battle. A massive one. Who knows what it was over, but it was the first time that Hikaro had seen outright cold-blood killing, the blood spattering on the roads. When he saw Futoi with bloody teeth and hands, he ran. The world fell apart for Hikaro, the blissful life before seemed a distant memory, and every day was a struggle for survival, a horrible experience to pass through.
Hikaro lived on, then saw a water villager buying something. The curious boy followed the person, and found his clan. He burst in, hoping some one would know him. No one did, but the water moving made him a member, and he was accepted with little remorse, and pre-thought. He graduated the academy, and is considered the pride of the Mizu.
Quote: Years on the street have toughened my skin.
Hobbies: Eating, sleeping, fighting, swimming.
personality: Hikaro’s clothing in no way reflects his personality. Far from being emo, Hikaro can be happy, extremely bubbly, without a care in the world. His grin is never off of his now seldom-seen face, and he is constantly spouting sarcasm, making fun of everything around him. All in good nature, as nobody really outright hates him, even if they get a sarcastic remark. He is very random, sometimes bursting out in song, or asking a question that would turn even the most accepting of heads, not to mention the skeptics.
Hm.... this looks quite a bit like Grand Shinobi....