Post by Roku-kun on Feb 24, 2008 23:08:20 GMT -5
Yep, Rokuro is looking for 3 gennin from Kiri to make a Mist Squad…
Your Name:
Ketsueki, Rokuro
Your Age:
19
Personality:
Rokuro is a level-headed ninja who's intelligence, calm nature and quick learning has seen him successfully through the ninja academy and life thus far. His love for the ninja way is overshadowed only by his love for his friends and village, both of which he'd give his life for in an instant. Kind, outgoing and good-humored at heart but ruthless and without mercy on the battlefield, Roku has the makings of a best friend or worst enemy.
Rokuro will accept any mission given to him with pride and strives to meet every goal as best as he can. On the battlefield, he is the first person on and the last one off. Valuing teamwork and cooperation above all else, Roku believes a team must be more than just comrades but rather they must be like family.
In his spare time, Rokuro can be found wondering the streets with his hands in pocket and his head to the sky. He enjoys long hikes, jutsu research, and the occasional hand to hand sparring at the training grounds. Lately, he has devoted his time to stopping some of the younger children that he passes in the street and going over basic ninjutsu with them.
Appearance:
For starters, Rokuro has always been told that he’s had a baby face, that he’d always have a gentle expression no matter what he was going through at the time. He’s a very emotional person and doesn’t try to hide his feelings from anyone who takes it upon themselves to ask. If he’s happy, you’ll know it, and the same goes for when he is down. Roku rarely cuts his hair, but when he does, he only takes off whatever is hanging below his pecs at the time.
His wardrobe is based solely on comfort, consisting of black pants, black boot-like sandals that trek up the ankles, an open chest black shirt, and a single glove on his left hand. He wears his Kirigakure headband around his waist as a belt and also has the Hidden Mist insignia stitched into his glove. He only wears his flak jacket during serious missions, when he is required to bring all his ninja equipment. Roku’s build is somewhere between a swimmers body and average, meaning he has muscles built for efficiency instead of show.
History:
Withheld…and don’t even think about looking at my profile….>_>….<_<
Village:
Kirigakure ~ (Village Hidden in the Mist)
Sample RP:
It was a quiet day in Konoha, the sun was shining bright but the frequent gusts of cool air kept the temperature from rising to uncomfortable levels. Leaves were plucked from swaying tree tops and floated in the breeze, just when it seemed as though the green and yellow decorations would touch the forest floor another sweeping wind lifted them again. It was almost like watching a somewhat scattered school of fish swim casually through water. The leaves never made contact with one another, they simply drifted about at the mercy of the wind. All in all, it was the perfect day for a genin to go on a hike.
There was something in the bushes five feet behind him, Rokuro could feel its’ presence in the back of his mind. He didn’t want to get overzealous and attack, but at the same time he didn’t want to be stalked either. Whoever his pursuer was, he or she didn’t try to stay silent. With every passing second the sound of rustling bushes became louder and more obvious. Roku couldn’t ignore it any longer, his peaceful stroll through the woods that surrounded Konohagakure came to a stop. I’m being paranoid, nobody’s following me. If they were then they wouldn’t be making so much noise……..unless they want me to think that. What if this is some ninja art to make me lower my guard? Well it’s not gonna work. [/I]
Without a moment’s hesitation, the leaf genin whipped around to lay his dark brown eyes on the bush with a kunai in hand and ready for use. Just as the leaves were being manipulated by the wind, his long black hair was also being forced to dance, he imagined that the rising locks were a lions mane as he stood in a focused silence. Several quiet moments passed, Roku was poised to move and strike in an instant, and the bushes just kept rattling. The suspense wasn’t overwhelming, but the way Roku saw things, it wasn’t necessary either. He didn’t want to wait anymore and soon found himself throwing his kunai point-first into the foliage, the area went quiet afterwards. Roku flashed back to his combat lessons with his father and immediately moved away after his ranged attack, he leapt straight up into the tree tops and landed upon a sturdy branch of a thick tree trunk…….Now he felt like an ass.
A fat raccoon scurried out of the bushes as quickly as his stubby little legs would allow and Rokuro dropped safely back down to the ground, air filled his baggy black pants and made his legs look ridiculous. His wooden sandals made a soft ‘pat’ on the firm soil and the suns rays reflected off his leaf headband that was proudly being displayed on his forehead. Since it was warm out, he decided to wear a sleeveless fishnet shirt.
”Sorry little guy. No need to get your friends.”
He said jokingly as he stared in the general direction the raccoon had run, or rather waddled, off in. Rokuro’s hands found their way back into his pockets and he resumed his hike through the woodland area, not bothering to go and fetch his kunai from under the bushes. Out of sight, out of mind. That was the motto for today. Life was about to get very serious, very quickly. He’d have to savor every moment of this relaxation day as if it were his last. [/size]
Your Name:
Ketsueki, Rokuro
Your Age:
19
Personality:
Rokuro is a level-headed ninja who's intelligence, calm nature and quick learning has seen him successfully through the ninja academy and life thus far. His love for the ninja way is overshadowed only by his love for his friends and village, both of which he'd give his life for in an instant. Kind, outgoing and good-humored at heart but ruthless and without mercy on the battlefield, Roku has the makings of a best friend or worst enemy.
Rokuro will accept any mission given to him with pride and strives to meet every goal as best as he can. On the battlefield, he is the first person on and the last one off. Valuing teamwork and cooperation above all else, Roku believes a team must be more than just comrades but rather they must be like family.
In his spare time, Rokuro can be found wondering the streets with his hands in pocket and his head to the sky. He enjoys long hikes, jutsu research, and the occasional hand to hand sparring at the training grounds. Lately, he has devoted his time to stopping some of the younger children that he passes in the street and going over basic ninjutsu with them.
Appearance:
For starters, Rokuro has always been told that he’s had a baby face, that he’d always have a gentle expression no matter what he was going through at the time. He’s a very emotional person and doesn’t try to hide his feelings from anyone who takes it upon themselves to ask. If he’s happy, you’ll know it, and the same goes for when he is down. Roku rarely cuts his hair, but when he does, he only takes off whatever is hanging below his pecs at the time.
His wardrobe is based solely on comfort, consisting of black pants, black boot-like sandals that trek up the ankles, an open chest black shirt, and a single glove on his left hand. He wears his Kirigakure headband around his waist as a belt and also has the Hidden Mist insignia stitched into his glove. He only wears his flak jacket during serious missions, when he is required to bring all his ninja equipment. Roku’s build is somewhere between a swimmers body and average, meaning he has muscles built for efficiency instead of show.
History:
Withheld…and don’t even think about looking at my profile….>_>….<_<
Village:
Kirigakure ~ (Village Hidden in the Mist)
Sample RP:
~ Taken from another site ~
It was a quiet day in Konoha, the sun was shining bright but the frequent gusts of cool air kept the temperature from rising to uncomfortable levels. Leaves were plucked from swaying tree tops and floated in the breeze, just when it seemed as though the green and yellow decorations would touch the forest floor another sweeping wind lifted them again. It was almost like watching a somewhat scattered school of fish swim casually through water. The leaves never made contact with one another, they simply drifted about at the mercy of the wind. All in all, it was the perfect day for a genin to go on a hike.
There was something in the bushes five feet behind him, Rokuro could feel its’ presence in the back of his mind. He didn’t want to get overzealous and attack, but at the same time he didn’t want to be stalked either. Whoever his pursuer was, he or she didn’t try to stay silent. With every passing second the sound of rustling bushes became louder and more obvious. Roku couldn’t ignore it any longer, his peaceful stroll through the woods that surrounded Konohagakure came to a stop. I’m being paranoid, nobody’s following me. If they were then they wouldn’t be making so much noise……..unless they want me to think that. What if this is some ninja art to make me lower my guard? Well it’s not gonna work. [/I]
Without a moment’s hesitation, the leaf genin whipped around to lay his dark brown eyes on the bush with a kunai in hand and ready for use. Just as the leaves were being manipulated by the wind, his long black hair was also being forced to dance, he imagined that the rising locks were a lions mane as he stood in a focused silence. Several quiet moments passed, Roku was poised to move and strike in an instant, and the bushes just kept rattling. The suspense wasn’t overwhelming, but the way Roku saw things, it wasn’t necessary either. He didn’t want to wait anymore and soon found himself throwing his kunai point-first into the foliage, the area went quiet afterwards. Roku flashed back to his combat lessons with his father and immediately moved away after his ranged attack, he leapt straight up into the tree tops and landed upon a sturdy branch of a thick tree trunk…….Now he felt like an ass.
A fat raccoon scurried out of the bushes as quickly as his stubby little legs would allow and Rokuro dropped safely back down to the ground, air filled his baggy black pants and made his legs look ridiculous. His wooden sandals made a soft ‘pat’ on the firm soil and the suns rays reflected off his leaf headband that was proudly being displayed on his forehead. Since it was warm out, he decided to wear a sleeveless fishnet shirt.
”Sorry little guy. No need to get your friends.”
He said jokingly as he stared in the general direction the raccoon had run, or rather waddled, off in. Rokuro’s hands found their way back into his pockets and he resumed his hike through the woodland area, not bothering to go and fetch his kunai from under the bushes. Out of sight, out of mind. That was the motto for today. Life was about to get very serious, very quickly. He’d have to savor every moment of this relaxation day as if it were his last. [/size]
