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Into A Rabit-Hole

Post by September on Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:34 am

Revamped.


Last edited by Mephisto on Thu Apr 19, 2012 8:02 pm; edited 16 times in total
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Re: Into A Rabit-Hole

Post by Acaleus on Thu Mar 22, 2012 12:58 pm

I do not appreciate trolls. And though I hate denying anything, this is absolutely and utterly Denied

Good day.
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Re: Into A Rabit-Hole

Post by September on Thu Apr 19, 2012 7:36 pm



-Ninja Profile-
Name:
Kaku Valenti
Nickname:
TBA
Age:
27
Gender:
A X and a Y chromosome.
Height:
6'3"
Weight:
72 Kg

Village:
Amegakure no Sato
Village Hidden by Rain
Organization:
TBA
Rank:
Kage
Class:
Summoner
Clan:
-
Elements:
  • - Bloodline~TBA (Genin+)
  • - Primary~Suiton (Genin+)
  • - Secondary (Chunin+)
  • - Tertiary (Jounin+)

-The Story of Me-
Character Appearance:

Despite many a man's aversion to the pigmentation of the colour pink, Kaku has no such reservations, indeed, a large part of his personal effects come from the colours pink, often spicing up his attire with the joyful colour. He frequents the use of a pink and white polka dot tie. This is then set off by contrast with a series of red buttons, with with a creamy stripe bisecting the ornament- look more like a confectionery then a item designed to hold together his long white over-coat. Beneath that he once again has adorned sanguine clothing, with his undergarment being longer then the total of his overcoat which is often left open at the front.
For leggings Kaku usually adorns with a pair of tracksuit pants, which make him look far more gifted in girth. His overcoats sleeves extend downwards towards his hands, ending in a swirling pattern on the rim. Over his hands go a pair of pale purple cloves, truly an awful sight, and a monstrosity of any fashion designer. While travelling he typically uses a long cloak that billows out behind him in a mockery of majesty, including that mini-drapes around the shoulders. Quite literally thumbing the nose at any sense of nobility.
To top the image off, a white bowler hat is placed quite firmly around his head, now pushing quite the literal joke towards anyone who might wish to be a respectable business man.
Combining the visual flavours that the rest of the outfit has gathered, there is a peice of red cloth encircling the base of the hat, in which a double helix comprised of the light pink and pale purple also entwine themselves against.
Physically appearing unimposing, Kaku has spent much of his life working hard, while there are younger whipper snappers in the field who specialise in the physical arts more heavily, Kaku has had two centuries to hone both his appearance and his body. Literally a temple among mortal men, Kaku could be compared to have been carved from marble. His muscles appear to be simple corded bands of iron wrapped around the bone. And all carefully hidden away under his ridiculous clothing.
If he were to dress himself in something more becoming, it might even be considered reasonably attractive with his wide eyes and navy hair, but such an event is never likely to happen.
Special Characteristics:

  • The ability to get under the skin of pretty much every sentient being on the planet.
  • An addiction to the dirty shine of blood.
  • Speed reader.
  • No sense of morals or ethic code whatsoever. While not sociopathic, he'll still gut you like a fish without any remorse.

Character Personality:
Likes & Dislikes:

  • + Egg noodles
  • + Napkins
  • + Tomato Sauce
  • + Being an asshole
  • + Chillydogs
  • + Clothes
  • + Shoes


  • - Spice
  • - Rich people
  • - Bitches
  • - Whiny people
  • - Ugly faces
  • - Cowardice

Individual Quirks:

  • ~ Counting the numbers in words.
  • ~ Giving presents and high-fives for no reason.

Hobbies:

  • ~ Chasing skirts
  • ~ Feeding said skirts to pets.
  • ~ Lazing in the sun.
  • ~ Looking at clouds.




-The Armory-
Equipment:


Jutsu:
Seal Level:
Six


-The Puppeteer-
Roleplay Sample:
Was this eagle sexist? Wonders never cease, or in this case, horrors. Or maybe the eagle was feminine and it as annoyed that Taimat had arrived first. These were the kind of questions that open up your mind for vulnerability. Having stood firm against the oppressive might of the deity, he was now feeling thoroughly shaken. Taimat would have liked to turn his back to the avian and sit, and discuss. But would it offend the creature? Maybe, maybe not. There was no real way of telling with the Gods was there? You typically just had to picture yourself as, kind, respectful and submissive and act accordingly. It usually got you where you needed to go. Aside from that, Taimat didn't really feel he play such a role, but it had worked so far, except against Frigg who had displayed surprising mental sturdiness against any mental assault. But this eagle appeared to be fairly benign compared to Hel or Hyrrokin, aside from it's short temper, it didn't really appear to have much killing intent - yet. It could always be regarded as a waiting game, like a ticking time bomb. If they were quite, you could worry. If they were loud and outspoken, it made them that much easier to understand and get along with. And if they were intelligent as well. So, eagle, proud creature? Yup. Would it be affronted if Taimat turned his back on it? Probably. What to do? Sit in a semi-circle so while it didn't look like they felt the creature was lonely on it's perch, it hadn't actively been excluded from the conversation. In a sense it was like a ticking time bomb, it was safer if you heard the value decreasing so you knew to evacuate ground zero.
As the bird swooped away, Taimat's knees shook twice, his entire body had flooded itself with hormones, triggering the classical 'fight or flight' response. And right now, flight seemed like a really good idea. But sadly, that particular option was unavailable for purchase. Closing his eyes, Taimat breathed in deeply, his nose wrinkly from the putrid smell of the place. While the whirlwinds had cleared the air somewhat, it certainly left enough dust floating around the place to give you a little trouble. Not turning around to view his companions, Taimat glanced behind him, utilising his peripheral vision to safely guide himself to rest on a rockier place then necessary. Pain was important here, it kept you awake, kept you alert. Worry, uncertainty were all things that you wanted to avoid. Pain was a positive for Taimat thought. There had been a mundane study that showed people who were slapped before a reflexes and accuracy test performed better. This was just one of those small examples.
Folding his thin legs into the clich├ęd Indian Lotus Petal, Taimat gave a wan smile to those around him. And then Taimat saw something truly horrible.
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He walk and stand on the bridge, looking down to the lave surrounding.

One of their number had slipped past their guard. He didn't recognise him, but the compulsion certainly did. Ripping himself from his seating area, Taimat promptly yelled, attempting to sound clam but in all honesty his voice cracked and wavered from stress, not from maturity. After all, who wouldn't when you saw someone casually march onto the bridge when there was a bird sitting on the railing? A giant avian that had previously whipped up twisters of lava? All right, the fellow hadn't been there to see that but still, you had to be slightly suicidal to do something that seemed blatantly disrespectful.
"Hey! On the Bridge, Blondy! Get your rear in gear and come over!"
Now, all the bird had to do was to wrongly interpret that statement and Taimat had spelled all of their fates. Hopefully the winged avian didn't really consider the fellow too much of a blasphemy, they had yet to even to find the bird's alliances.
Was it really time for the scenic tour? Looking over at the lava? He still didn't know the circumstances yet, so he couldn't be blamed for it. Taimat had gotten lax and let him escape his awareness, his perception was dipping. How could he be a reliable member of the team if he couldn't even see when someone was in trouble right in front of his eyes?
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