Age: 17
Birthday: November17
Year Attending: 3rd
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio
Gender: Male
Ability: He can control Gravity
Race: Half Demon of Shadows / Half Human
Family: Both Parents Are Dead
Nationality: *unknown* ^^ ((I dont think demons have one ^_--))
Height: 5'11
Weight: 190
Eyes: Green
Hair: Spiked Platinum Hair
Apparel: Battle Atire ; black leather jacked with a large Silver 'x' on the back of it. He wears baggy black pants and spiked Gloves, although not the same one ((woo that would be stinky!)) For Classes ; Black Robe with white undershirt and black Pants.
Extras: Pierced Left Eye Brow and an 'X' Shapped scar inbetween his eyebrows
Other stuff: Small Dagger Pendant worn at all times.
General physical: Tall and muscular .
Dream/Aspiration: Find the killer of his parents
Personality -
General: Mostly always keeping to himself, he makes no friends of his free will in hopes of not losieng them as he did his parents. He feals all losses in his life are his fualt and tries to connect with no one in hopes of not harming anyone else
Strengths: He is extremely good at battleing, not to mention extremely good looking ^_--
Weaknesses: What are they bad at, or what holds them back? One or two.
Likes: He likes Solitude, The colour Black, and Pizza
Dislikes: Most People. Noise. Ignorant stuck up brown noseing twits!
Likes (in people):Strong and SIlent
Dislikes (in people): Loud and Anoyying.
Crushes: A good sense of character and selfesteem
History:The infamous lifestyle of a thief. A tradition familiar to the young novice born and raised in Morroc. Both his parents had been expert thieves and assassins, and shinji himself was to continue the family tradition and name by also becoming an expert thief. ((More is explained thru the writing sample , please accept them as a history/ writing sample. ))
Writing Sample
The infamous lifestyle of a thief. A tradition familiar to the young novice born and raised in Morroc. Both his parents had been expert thieves and assassins, and shinji himself was to continue the family tradition and name by also becoming an expert thief. During an escapade through the harsh deserts outside the town of morocc, young shinji stumbled upon a caravan of ominous 'clients' to the assassin parents he had. Natural childish curiosity took hold of the child, and he stealthily sneaked under the cover of the sand dunes and palm trees closer to the mysterious lot. What he heard would eventually be the demise of the great thieves, his parents. In his mind the boy tried to piece together the pieces of conversation he had heard in the cavern. Finally sneakily the boy emerged from behind his sandy protection, after the lot had left. The sun had fallen far behind him as he sat by the dune he had been with all of the day. He was afraid to leave, afraid to come home to what he had heard. He blinked, blue eyes sparkling with liquid lights that created a rive flowing down his face.
He shook his head in the belief that he could stop what was going to happen, that with his appearance all would change. He stood up from his hideaway and dashed off through the sand weaving in and out of the palm trees and cacti. He weaved in and out of the sparse group of travelers tripping one and stealing a sack full of Zen in the process.
He ran full force, as fast as his legs could carry him tears streaming behind him in the wind like raindrops falling from a person newly soaked from the rainfall. He stopped in front of his house, small 1 story home that looked run down and beaten by the desert winds. All was quiet and peaceful upon his arrival outside the home. He smiled seeing nothing had become of what he had heard. Perhaps it was just some folks talking angrily about them, in a heated way? All he knew was that he did not care for all was well and his parents alive.
He opened the door, smile on his face yelling out a greeting to his parents. Only to be met in return by his mothers’ dead corpses lying on the ground throat slit, blood pouring out likes a waterfall of cascading thick and warm liquid. He ran to her corpse holding up her head tears streaming down his face yet screaming in horror and disbelief at the same time. He laid her back down tears dropping on her from his eyes above. His thoughts were now on his father. Was he ok? Was he alive?
He looked around, there seemed to be no other signs of life within the household. Painting hung on the walls as they always had, small plants and the tables they had been rested on all in place as they always had as well. No signs of scuffle and no sign of someone breaking in, he thought to himself. He moved slowly and cautiously to the rear door of his home. Slowly he put his ear to the door. He could hear his fathers voice; yet it was different...it was the sound of his father in pain. A sound he had never heard before. He swung open the door screaming 'Father!' . Time seemed to slow around him as he looked up and saw a masked assassin over his father who was now kneeling on the ground. Shinji rushed towards his dad, the loud crack of a bone splitting stab wrenching his stomach and piercing his ears. He knelt down by his fathers’ body; the assassin gone as quickly as he had came.
He looked at his father’s mangled face, a large ivory dagger nestled between his eyebrows... The boy yelled from horror and pain tears once again claiming his life. He huddled next to his fathers body crying, slowly his eyes closing, tears draining him of energy...of the will to stay awake.... of the will to know he had done no wrong.... it was his fault they had died...his fault he would never speak to them again... He closed his eyes coughing from emotional pain "I should have come home earlier...mother.... father.... I’m sorry..."
Note: Now for most people I did not include their samples, however, Shinji's was a combination History/Writing sample, so. -Nod nod.-