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Post by Pocky [In A Box] on Feb 24, 2009 16:02:43 GMT -5
Name:
Uzumaki Naruto
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Male
Race:
Hybrid [Human x Lycan; more Human than Lycan]
Occupation:
Archeologist
Personality:
Physical Appearance:
Special Abilities:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Family:
History :
Cherished Memory:
Painful Memory:
Role Play Sample:
England was a very strange place—very different from Japan. England had strange food too. Unfortunately, there was no ramen. What was he, an archeologist, suppose to do on an empty stomach? There simply was no justice in a place with no ramen. Uzumaki Naruto simply couldn’t have it that way. He must’ve traveled to and fro the city of London for at least one ramen stand or restaurant but no luck. It was a tragedy—no, a mid-life crisis. He wasn’t even that old yet! Preposterous, simply preposterous. “Man, Japan is way better than this place,” the blond commented to himself. It was a rather cool day; the sun often covered by clouds and would allow some shade to befall him while perched in his tree. His already bleached, blond hair was something unusual in Japan—where people of Japanese blood had black, dark brown or something of that sort of hair color. Whereas he himself stuck out like a sore thumb—blond hair, blue eyes, tall…It was all like he had some type of American blood in him. Maybe he did, and perhaps that was why no one really paid attention to him and his blond hair. Then again, his overly tan skin was also something to note.
He sighed, “Then again…It is my job to stay out for long periods of time…Jeez, being archeologist is harder than it seems.” True, his job was to look for artifacts and then learn more about the history of such item but it got boring most of the time. Especially when he was alone; it was just him and pretty much a big area of land. It was dig, dig, dig and then look up any type of meaning or history of such item. If it was in books, great. But sometimes he had to talk to people. Which was never one of his strong points—he could talk, but rarely would a person find Uzumaki Naruto in a conversation with someone. Rather, he’d go to some public resource (like a library) and look it up. If he didn’t find anything, then well…It was a good time to ask a friend, not some total stranger.
Uzumaki Naruto
Uzumaki Whirlwind
Naruto Fischcake
Age:
Eighteen
Gender:
Male
Race:
Hybrid [Human x Lycan; more Human than Lycan]
Occupation:
Archeologist
Personality:
Physical Appearance:
Special Abilities:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Family:
History :
Cherished Memory:
Painful Memory:
Role Play Sample:
England was a very strange place—very different from Japan. England had strange food too. Unfortunately, there was no ramen. What was he, an archeologist, suppose to do on an empty stomach? There simply was no justice in a place with no ramen. Uzumaki Naruto simply couldn’t have it that way. He must’ve traveled to and fro the city of London for at least one ramen stand or restaurant but no luck. It was a tragedy—no, a mid-life crisis. He wasn’t even that old yet! Preposterous, simply preposterous. “Man, Japan is way better than this place,” the blond commented to himself. It was a rather cool day; the sun often covered by clouds and would allow some shade to befall him while perched in his tree. His already bleached, blond hair was something unusual in Japan—where people of Japanese blood had black, dark brown or something of that sort of hair color. Whereas he himself stuck out like a sore thumb—blond hair, blue eyes, tall…It was all like he had some type of American blood in him. Maybe he did, and perhaps that was why no one really paid attention to him and his blond hair. Then again, his overly tan skin was also something to note.
He sighed, “Then again…It is my job to stay out for long periods of time…Jeez, being archeologist is harder than it seems.” True, his job was to look for artifacts and then learn more about the history of such item but it got boring most of the time. Especially when he was alone; it was just him and pretty much a big area of land. It was dig, dig, dig and then look up any type of meaning or history of such item. If it was in books, great. But sometimes he had to talk to people. Which was never one of his strong points—he could talk, but rarely would a person find Uzumaki Naruto in a conversation with someone. Rather, he’d go to some public resource (like a library) and look it up. If he didn’t find anything, then well…It was a good time to ask a friend, not some total stranger.