Post by dzetsu on Dec 4, 2011 2:58:39 GMT -5
Name: Oni Shiro
Age: 15
Gender: M
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Fanmade
Appearance:
(Drew 'em really fast. Pretend Kuro isn't so proportionally inaccurate.
Also, I wrote Shiro again instead of Kuro, which is why his kanji looks so out of place. I edited it on Microsoft Paint.
Shiro is on the left, Kuro is on the right.)
Shiro is half-German and half-Japanese, which accounts for his brown eyes and his platinum-blonde hair. His father was a stunning, gorgeous man while his mother was a bit below average. Shiro got his looks from his mother.
Shiro, at least, isn't ugly or anything, but if he took after his dad, he would be a lot more beautiful. His nose is on the largish side and his mouth is thin. His hair is stringy and thin, but it's quite puffy when it's clean.
The fifteen-year old is about five feet five inches tall (Ryu decided that for me, lol). He often is found slouching with his hands in his pocket and with some sort of candy in his mouth, as the chemical energy in sugar replenishes the energy he uses when he deals with all that yokai work.
Shiro also has a pendant around his neck. It glows a bright green, for it contains the souls of the deceased. The necklace enhances Shiro's spiritual power, which is good because he doesn't have that much originally. The more souls, the stronger he gets. Too bad he doesn't know how to get the souls in there in the first place.
He usually wears a sweater and jeans; nothing fancy. He doesn't really care for stiff suits or the like, for he doesn't believe in being uncomfortable just to look good. Really, it's because he doesn't know how to tie a tie, but he's too arrogant to ask how to learn.
Personality:
When Shiro was but a wee lad, he was often shunned and even made fun of. Because of the ability to see Yokai passed down in his family, the other kids figured he was trying to be weird. The few that did believe him were a bit afraid to move against the current and talk to him.
Thanks to bullying little brats, Shiro became the kid he is today. Afraid of getting hurt, Shiro rejects others and convinces himself that he hates humans. So far, no one has been able to change his mind; not even his loving older brother, Kuro, could, but mostly because his little brother complex bothers Shiro to no end.
The Oni family has long had a past of being able to deal with Yokai, so both Shiro and Kuro have spiritual energy that can harm spirits as well as have the ability to see them in the first place. Shiro prefers to hang out with yokai more than humans though, while Kuro ignores them and pretends to be normal.
Anyways, Kuro is irrelevant.
Shiro is quite introverted, but he thinks highly of himself. In his eyes, he is a brilliant, beautiful deity. His word should be obeyed, in his opinion, and he is always right.
Despite his high opinion, he is immature at times, and going through hormonal changes, aka, puberty. Due to his cold attitude towards humans, he often ignores the changes and still convinces himself that he finds women gross.
In addition to that, he's quick to anger and often will be screaming things such as "Shut up!" or "Go away!"
Even though he claims of a hatred of human, he really wants to be paid attention to, so if he tells a group of people to leave him alone and they really do, he'll purposely say or do something to catch their attention again.
The only "person" Shiro can trust is his little golden swallow friend, Tsubami. She is a spirit of a dead swallow who became his familiar after he accidentally stumbled upon the area where she died. She is absolutely faithful to him and follows him around where he goes. Tsubami can also transform to human form, but it lacks feet, and it is so weak, even people like Ryu who claim to be able to see heat shimmers of yokai can't see her.
The Oni family's familiars prefer to hang around Kuro, and Shiro rarely sees them, which is part of the reason why Shiro ended up quite lonely as a child.
Kuro, the devilishly handsome brother who actually took after his father, works at a host club to support the family and is out all night. Shiro doesn't notice nor appreciate how hard Kuro works for Shiro, cooking, cleaning, and making the income. Even so, Kuro works tirelessly to please his younger brother and doesn't mind the lack of thanks. The two of them live in a small apartment on the second floor.
One thing Shiro managed to do was to convince himself that he needed to take over the world and become a god of some sort. He knows that world domination is difficult in this day and age, even with the help of yokai, so he has decided he needs to find eternal youth before he starts on that.
At the moment, Shiro is searching for the key. The key to eternal youth is found in a lucky (or unlucky) person who gives off just the right frequency of magical and spiritual energy. That person can set off the portal to a separate world which contains the legendary Fountain of Youth.
It has been years, and the teenager still hasn't found it. He's beginning to think it doesn't exist, but the key is closer than he thinks.
His favorite items are his summoning scroll, which he has been practicing with since he was a child, and his Book of Friends. Shiro's grandmother created that Book of Friends after hearing of the concept from some low-level yokai who had already given their names to a woman named Natsume Reiko.
A Book of Friends was a book filled with the names of yokai. She collected various names after beating up and bullying yokai and had them sign their names into her book. With their names, Shiro's grandma could call them at will and order them to do her bidding. The importance of the ownership of the names was magnified by the fact that whatever happened to the names happened to the yokai itself. Terrifying, no?
When she died, it passed onto her son, who needed to grow a pair for he was terrified of yokai. Too bad he could see them. The poor guy handed over their names at a drop of a hat, and now only twenty-five percent of the names remain.
Shiro found the book in his attic after his parents had died. He wasn't totally indifferent to their passing, nor was he devastated. He realized the potential of it and hung on to it, telling himself he would restore the stack of names.
He still hasn't started.
Rp sample:
"Whoa! What the hell were you doing?"
Two students stood about a foot from where Shiro knelt, panting, staring at him in shock and wonder. He had just dove from a bush and landed in front of them.
"What do you think?" Shiro asked back, glaring. But not for too long, for soon he was back on his feet and charging as fast as he could.
"I can't believe I got lost," Shiro muttered, berating himself for taking a 'shortcut'. "How the hell am I supposed to get home?"
A golden swallow-like bird flew gracefully next to him, its long tail feathers shaking and fluttering in the wind. It landed on Shiro's shoulder, its sharp claws digging lightly into his sweater.
"Oh, great," Shiro said, relieved to see it. "Tsu-chan, where do I go from here?"
The bird opened its beak, and from it, a soft female voice floated out.
"Turn right," she said. "And just keep going straight until you see the road."
"Uh, okay."
Shiro fingered a leaflet of papers, which was carefully shoved into his deep sweater pocket. He really hoped now of all times wouldn't be a moment where a yokai showed up and tried to eat him. Again. He was already late enough.
"Kisama," came a voice, hissing. A serpent dove from the trees, its jaws stretched wide open, speeding towards poor Shiro. "Give me my naaaame!"
Shiro ducked, covering his head, and luckily the yokai flew straight over him. "Crap," he muttered. "I thought too soon. Tsu-chan, cover for me!"
The tow-headed male ran as fast as he could, the sound of hissing and squawking disappearing into the distance behind him. It wasn't long before the bird flew back again, easily catching up to Shiro, who was never much of an athlete.
Heart pounding in his ears, and after what felt like an eternity, Shiro dove through backyards and finally reached the main road: the road his apartment stood on. Shiro sighed of relief and trudged home, pulling leaves and grass out of his hair and off of his clothing.
Shiro arrived home at last, three hours later then usual and vowing to never, ever bother with shortcuts ever again.
"Shicchan," whined his black haired brother. He was wearing an apron and holding a curry-coated ladle. "Why are you home so late? I was worried!"
"Uh," Shiro glanced away, smiling uncomfortably and tightly and hoping to escape to his room. "Hanging out."
"Don't worry your Nii-chan like that," Kuro cried, running towards his smaller brother. "Shicchan!"
"Gah," Shiro exclaimed, taking a step back. "D-don't come over here, you freak. And don't call me Shicchan!"
"I'm not a freak! I'm your loving Nii-chan!"
"What kind of older brother is supposed to love his younger brother so much? It's freaky! Go away!"
"No!"
"Argh!"
Code:
Regurgitated lemon tuna tarts
Age: 15
Gender: M
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Rank: Fanmade
Appearance:
(Drew 'em really fast. Pretend Kuro isn't so proportionally inaccurate.
Also, I wrote Shiro again instead of Kuro, which is why his kanji looks so out of place. I edited it on Microsoft Paint.
Shiro is on the left, Kuro is on the right.)
Shiro is half-German and half-Japanese, which accounts for his brown eyes and his platinum-blonde hair. His father was a stunning, gorgeous man while his mother was a bit below average. Shiro got his looks from his mother.
Shiro, at least, isn't ugly or anything, but if he took after his dad, he would be a lot more beautiful. His nose is on the largish side and his mouth is thin. His hair is stringy and thin, but it's quite puffy when it's clean.
The fifteen-year old is about five feet five inches tall (Ryu decided that for me, lol). He often is found slouching with his hands in his pocket and with some sort of candy in his mouth, as the chemical energy in sugar replenishes the energy he uses when he deals with all that yokai work.
Shiro also has a pendant around his neck. It glows a bright green, for it contains the souls of the deceased. The necklace enhances Shiro's spiritual power, which is good because he doesn't have that much originally. The more souls, the stronger he gets. Too bad he doesn't know how to get the souls in there in the first place.
He usually wears a sweater and jeans; nothing fancy. He doesn't really care for stiff suits or the like, for he doesn't believe in being uncomfortable just to look good. Really, it's because he doesn't know how to tie a tie, but he's too arrogant to ask how to learn.
Personality:
When Shiro was but a wee lad, he was often shunned and even made fun of. Because of the ability to see Yokai passed down in his family, the other kids figured he was trying to be weird. The few that did believe him were a bit afraid to move against the current and talk to him.
Thanks to bullying little brats, Shiro became the kid he is today. Afraid of getting hurt, Shiro rejects others and convinces himself that he hates humans. So far, no one has been able to change his mind; not even his loving older brother, Kuro, could, but mostly because his little brother complex bothers Shiro to no end.
The Oni family has long had a past of being able to deal with Yokai, so both Shiro and Kuro have spiritual energy that can harm spirits as well as have the ability to see them in the first place. Shiro prefers to hang out with yokai more than humans though, while Kuro ignores them and pretends to be normal.
Anyways, Kuro is irrelevant.
Shiro is quite introverted, but he thinks highly of himself. In his eyes, he is a brilliant, beautiful deity. His word should be obeyed, in his opinion, and he is always right.
Despite his high opinion, he is immature at times, and going through hormonal changes, aka, puberty. Due to his cold attitude towards humans, he often ignores the changes and still convinces himself that he finds women gross.
In addition to that, he's quick to anger and often will be screaming things such as "Shut up!" or "Go away!"
Even though he claims of a hatred of human, he really wants to be paid attention to, so if he tells a group of people to leave him alone and they really do, he'll purposely say or do something to catch their attention again.
The only "person" Shiro can trust is his little golden swallow friend, Tsubami. She is a spirit of a dead swallow who became his familiar after he accidentally stumbled upon the area where she died. She is absolutely faithful to him and follows him around where he goes. Tsubami can also transform to human form, but it lacks feet, and it is so weak, even people like Ryu who claim to be able to see heat shimmers of yokai can't see her.
The Oni family's familiars prefer to hang around Kuro, and Shiro rarely sees them, which is part of the reason why Shiro ended up quite lonely as a child.
Kuro, the devilishly handsome brother who actually took after his father, works at a host club to support the family and is out all night. Shiro doesn't notice nor appreciate how hard Kuro works for Shiro, cooking, cleaning, and making the income. Even so, Kuro works tirelessly to please his younger brother and doesn't mind the lack of thanks. The two of them live in a small apartment on the second floor.
One thing Shiro managed to do was to convince himself that he needed to take over the world and become a god of some sort. He knows that world domination is difficult in this day and age, even with the help of yokai, so he has decided he needs to find eternal youth before he starts on that.
At the moment, Shiro is searching for the key. The key to eternal youth is found in a lucky (or unlucky) person who gives off just the right frequency of magical and spiritual energy. That person can set off the portal to a separate world which contains the legendary Fountain of Youth.
It has been years, and the teenager still hasn't found it. He's beginning to think it doesn't exist, but the key is closer than he thinks.
His favorite items are his summoning scroll, which he has been practicing with since he was a child, and his Book of Friends. Shiro's grandmother created that Book of Friends after hearing of the concept from some low-level yokai who had already given their names to a woman named Natsume Reiko.
A Book of Friends was a book filled with the names of yokai. She collected various names after beating up and bullying yokai and had them sign their names into her book. With their names, Shiro's grandma could call them at will and order them to do her bidding. The importance of the ownership of the names was magnified by the fact that whatever happened to the names happened to the yokai itself. Terrifying, no?
When she died, it passed onto her son, who needed to grow a pair for he was terrified of yokai. Too bad he could see them. The poor guy handed over their names at a drop of a hat, and now only twenty-five percent of the names remain.
Shiro found the book in his attic after his parents had died. He wasn't totally indifferent to their passing, nor was he devastated. He realized the potential of it and hung on to it, telling himself he would restore the stack of names.
He still hasn't started.
Rp sample:
"Whoa! What the hell were you doing?"
Two students stood about a foot from where Shiro knelt, panting, staring at him in shock and wonder. He had just dove from a bush and landed in front of them.
"What do you think?" Shiro asked back, glaring. But not for too long, for soon he was back on his feet and charging as fast as he could.
"I can't believe I got lost," Shiro muttered, berating himself for taking a 'shortcut'. "How the hell am I supposed to get home?"
A golden swallow-like bird flew gracefully next to him, its long tail feathers shaking and fluttering in the wind. It landed on Shiro's shoulder, its sharp claws digging lightly into his sweater.
"Oh, great," Shiro said, relieved to see it. "Tsu-chan, where do I go from here?"
The bird opened its beak, and from it, a soft female voice floated out.
"Turn right," she said. "And just keep going straight until you see the road."
"Uh, okay."
Shiro fingered a leaflet of papers, which was carefully shoved into his deep sweater pocket. He really hoped now of all times wouldn't be a moment where a yokai showed up and tried to eat him. Again. He was already late enough.
"Kisama," came a voice, hissing. A serpent dove from the trees, its jaws stretched wide open, speeding towards poor Shiro. "Give me my naaaame!"
Shiro ducked, covering his head, and luckily the yokai flew straight over him. "Crap," he muttered. "I thought too soon. Tsu-chan, cover for me!"
The tow-headed male ran as fast as he could, the sound of hissing and squawking disappearing into the distance behind him. It wasn't long before the bird flew back again, easily catching up to Shiro, who was never much of an athlete.
Heart pounding in his ears, and after what felt like an eternity, Shiro dove through backyards and finally reached the main road: the road his apartment stood on. Shiro sighed of relief and trudged home, pulling leaves and grass out of his hair and off of his clothing.
Shiro arrived home at last, three hours later then usual and vowing to never, ever bother with shortcuts ever again.
"Shicchan," whined his black haired brother. He was wearing an apron and holding a curry-coated ladle. "Why are you home so late? I was worried!"
"Uh," Shiro glanced away, smiling uncomfortably and tightly and hoping to escape to his room. "Hanging out."
"Don't worry your Nii-chan like that," Kuro cried, running towards his smaller brother. "Shicchan!"
"Gah," Shiro exclaimed, taking a step back. "D-don't come over here, you freak. And don't call me Shicchan!"
"I'm not a freak! I'm your loving Nii-chan!"
"What kind of older brother is supposed to love his younger brother so much? It's freaky! Go away!"
"No!"
"Argh!"
Code:
Regurgitated lemon tuna tarts
Just like Wataru living in an apartment with his older brother Kurenai (whowilsonhasntevemadeyetdammitDx). Not sure if you want them living in the same apartment though xDDD
