Name: Nakamora Sijiro
Age: 12
Physical: Despite living is a sun scorched desert Sijiro's skin is a slight bleached tan, being complementary to his dark brown hair. Standing just barley over 5 feet Sijiro has always been the smallest in his family, weighing 80 lbs didn't help show higher stature ether. Only wearing a dirt soaked tee shirt covered by his mothers sewn poncho, with frayed holes covering his barely stringed together pants. Behind Sijiro's straw like hair covering his face are bright golden/ hazel eyes giving life to a soulless face. Not much expression can be sought from Sijiro, having no smile or attitude he let his eyes do his talking.
Mental: Quiet and sociable inept. Curious by nature but quick to hear a false truth. The only conversations he ever had was through gold and coin leaving his speech straight forward and blunt. The inability to decipher social cues has left Sijiro empty when trying to make friends, leaving most companionship left in his head.
History: Traversing through the desert has never been a problem before, being the son of a merchant after all has had its benefits of constant travel, but thats all Sijiro has ever done. After Sijiro mothers death during his sisters birth, he hasn't seen the sand village in many years. Seeing all the different cultures and towns has helped Sijiro take a new look on life in this world of constant grief, if only the same could be said about his father. After leaving the sand village Sijiro has noticed the slow decline of attention from his father, nothing more then extra hands at this point, still unsure if his father blames himself or Sijiro for his mothers passing. Sijiro, even with the unspoken resentment knows his father still has heart for their village, always carrying that bag of shimmering sand to every city, never letting it out of sight. Perhaps this morning was different, they haven't stopped for a break in a couple hours and the constant sight of trees slowly dissipating to clear oceans of sand. As Sijiro watched his fathers eyes light up, blinded by the sparkle from his tears, BOOM! A flash of sand and loud growl (sand worm) covers the area. Awoken to what looks like drift wood washing through tides is all that is left of their cart, wandering to what seems like hours only finding more and more sand. Terrified and survival on the line Sijiro climbs to the highest dune for a vantage point, and in turn the soon grey blur shifts to the sight of city gates. "I'm finally home..." Is the only thought in Sijiro's head
Age: 12
Physical: Despite living is a sun scorched desert Sijiro's skin is a slight bleached tan, being complementary to his dark brown hair. Standing just barley over 5 feet Sijiro has always been the smallest in his family, weighing 80 lbs didn't help show higher stature ether. Only wearing a dirt soaked tee shirt covered by his mothers sewn poncho, with frayed holes covering his barely stringed together pants. Behind Sijiro's straw like hair covering his face are bright golden/ hazel eyes giving life to a soulless face. Not much expression can be sought from Sijiro, having no smile or attitude he let his eyes do his talking.
Mental: Quiet and sociable inept. Curious by nature but quick to hear a false truth. The only conversations he ever had was through gold and coin leaving his speech straight forward and blunt. The inability to decipher social cues has left Sijiro empty when trying to make friends, leaving most companionship left in his head.
History: Traversing through the desert has never been a problem before, being the son of a merchant after all has had its benefits of constant travel, but thats all Sijiro has ever done. After Sijiro mothers death during his sisters birth, he hasn't seen the sand village in many years. Seeing all the different cultures and towns has helped Sijiro take a new look on life in this world of constant grief, if only the same could be said about his father. After leaving the sand village Sijiro has noticed the slow decline of attention from his father, nothing more then extra hands at this point, still unsure if his father blames himself or Sijiro for his mothers passing. Sijiro, even with the unspoken resentment knows his father still has heart for their village, always carrying that bag of shimmering sand to every city, never letting it out of sight. Perhaps this morning was different, they haven't stopped for a break in a couple hours and the constant sight of trees slowly dissipating to clear oceans of sand. As Sijiro watched his fathers eyes light up, blinded by the sparkle from his tears, BOOM! A flash of sand and loud growl (sand worm) covers the area. Awoken to what looks like drift wood washing through tides is all that is left of their cart, wandering to what seems like hours only finding more and more sand. Terrified and survival on the line Sijiro climbs to the highest dune for a vantage point, and in turn the soon grey blur shifts to the sight of city gates. "I'm finally home..." Is the only thought in Sijiro's head
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