Name: Soromon
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: "I never got out much," that might explain the pale skin but not the snowy hair. No, I am just naturally pale, like an anemic housebound crazy-person. Well, the anemia was accurate and the madness is likely the product of perception. Thin, like runway model thin or photoshop thin, but normal person thin. This is where I should say I am super handsome or hiding a super sweet six pack but the only six pack you will find in my possession is the beer I lifted from my parents fridge. Yes, I live with my mom but in this shinobi economy how am I supposed to get a place of my own? Alas, I am stuck wearing hand me downs. Mostly things from my older brother who kinda sucks and is a lot bigger than me. So my pants are about three sizes too large, cinched at the waist with a well-used black leather belt. Two shirts, often in neutrals and way too large, if only i was fifty pounds heavier I would look... well, fifty pounds heavier in these same clothes.
Mental Description: I am not really bright. I went to ninja school not smart-people school. Math is for nerds. But I am not a bad kid, not entirely. Just misunderstood really. It took me awhile to graduate from ninja school, I blame it on the fact that the teacher was far too attractive and I could not pull myself away from her. [Seeking Genin Status] But after completing the curriculum five times and 'forgetting' to show up for my final exam, I was corned by one of the teachers [godmodding is bad so some nameless, faceless one I guess] and by corned I mean they came to my house and told my mom. My mom dragged me out of bed in my bedclothes, me still clutching my drool stained pillow and sent me off to school. So yeah... I passed I guess, but that super hot teacher is going to be lonesome without me... but I guess I have to move on. Oh wait, this was supposed to be about my brains. There you have it, I have the hots for teach. I am going to become a super famous ninja to impress her [ladies, my PM box is open *wink*]. I have been told I am a bit 'obsessive' but I would rather call it 'dedicated.'
History: I was born on the day of my birth. It was an important day for me because I now exist. I have two parents, they are both still alive. I don't have a real emo backstory. My parents never beat me. I was never kidnapped and forced to become a secret spy. Nope! I was made to join ninja-school at 8. My mom made me, she said it would be 'character building.' I did ninja things, I was not the top of my class nor was I at the bottom. But this is where I became a man. You see, I discovered something important: women are super awesome. I was given a pretty teacher, too pretty for teaching. Too pretty for really anything besides being my future wife. Some of my classmates claimed it was a henge but I am an optimist. But I learned something distressing, once I graduate... I would have to leave my future wife's side! I could not allow this, she needed my protection. She needed my... me'ness. So I stayed the easiest way i knew how -- by failing. It was easy the first year. Blow a bunch of exams. The next year, it was not as easy because I had been through it all. But absenteeism took care of this. I just missed the exam days, not the quality time I would have had with my lovely sensei. But eventually the teachers caught on, they told my mom. I already explained what happened. How I was FORCED to leave her. Those monsters! I confessed my love to her on that terrible day when i graduated. The day that would be the saddest day in my long life [tragic backstory go!], but she gave me a glimmer of hope. With a pat on the head, I would have preferred a kiss but there were witnesses so I understood. She told me I was "cute" and that her love would be the greatest shinobi in Fire Country. Something that she knew I would one day be.
So here I am, making my woman proud.
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: "I never got out much," that might explain the pale skin but not the snowy hair. No, I am just naturally pale, like an anemic housebound crazy-person. Well, the anemia was accurate and the madness is likely the product of perception. Thin, like runway model thin or photoshop thin, but normal person thin. This is where I should say I am super handsome or hiding a super sweet six pack but the only six pack you will find in my possession is the beer I lifted from my parents fridge. Yes, I live with my mom but in this shinobi economy how am I supposed to get a place of my own? Alas, I am stuck wearing hand me downs. Mostly things from my older brother who kinda sucks and is a lot bigger than me. So my pants are about three sizes too large, cinched at the waist with a well-used black leather belt. Two shirts, often in neutrals and way too large, if only i was fifty pounds heavier I would look... well, fifty pounds heavier in these same clothes.
Mental Description: I am not really bright. I went to ninja school not smart-people school. Math is for nerds. But I am not a bad kid, not entirely. Just misunderstood really. It took me awhile to graduate from ninja school, I blame it on the fact that the teacher was far too attractive and I could not pull myself away from her. [Seeking Genin Status] But after completing the curriculum five times and 'forgetting' to show up for my final exam, I was corned by one of the teachers [godmodding is bad so some nameless, faceless one I guess] and by corned I mean they came to my house and told my mom. My mom dragged me out of bed in my bedclothes, me still clutching my drool stained pillow and sent me off to school. So yeah... I passed I guess, but that super hot teacher is going to be lonesome without me... but I guess I have to move on. Oh wait, this was supposed to be about my brains. There you have it, I have the hots for teach. I am going to become a super famous ninja to impress her [ladies, my PM box is open *wink*]. I have been told I am a bit 'obsessive' but I would rather call it 'dedicated.'
History: I was born on the day of my birth. It was an important day for me because I now exist. I have two parents, they are both still alive. I don't have a real emo backstory. My parents never beat me. I was never kidnapped and forced to become a secret spy. Nope! I was made to join ninja-school at 8. My mom made me, she said it would be 'character building.' I did ninja things, I was not the top of my class nor was I at the bottom. But this is where I became a man. You see, I discovered something important: women are super awesome. I was given a pretty teacher, too pretty for teaching. Too pretty for really anything besides being my future wife. Some of my classmates claimed it was a henge but I am an optimist. But I learned something distressing, once I graduate... I would have to leave my future wife's side! I could not allow this, she needed my protection. She needed my... me'ness. So I stayed the easiest way i knew how -- by failing. It was easy the first year. Blow a bunch of exams. The next year, it was not as easy because I had been through it all. But absenteeism took care of this. I just missed the exam days, not the quality time I would have had with my lovely sensei. But eventually the teachers caught on, they told my mom. I already explained what happened. How I was FORCED to leave her. Those monsters! I confessed my love to her on that terrible day when i graduated. The day that would be the saddest day in my long life [tragic backstory go!], but she gave me a glimmer of hope. With a pat on the head, I would have preferred a kiss but there were witnesses so I understood. She told me I was "cute" and that her love would be the greatest shinobi in Fire Country. Something that she knew I would one day be.
So here I am, making my woman proud.
