Post by Kura on Mar 22, 2007 20:12:21 GMT -5
Name: Uzumaki. (He has millions of nicknames, and as such cannot for the life of him remember them all. He answers to anything, including "King Tuna".)
Gender: Male. Very male. Usually.
Age: He was born April 19th, 1868, so that would make him... old. Like 239 years-ish.
Hair and Eyes: Either can be changed to suit his mood, but he favors a silvery wheat kinda blond hair, usually messed-up and gathered at the nape of his neck in a ponytail, with champagne-colored eyes.
Height: 6' 0". He's a tall bastard.
Body Type: Skinny as hell. Take his age, divide it in half, and that's how much he once weighed. Now it fluctuates a lot, so it's hard to tell, but he tries to make himself appear healthy enough to pass as normal. As far as bone structure goes, he has long, long limbs and the sort of hands that would make an artist jealous.
Personality: Uzumaki was a conniving, devious son of a pregnant dog before it was cool, and it hasn't since stopped him from continuing in the same fashion. However, he does possess the desire to love, which is always an odd thing when he's caught in the middle of one scandal/rebellion/double-cross/etc or another. His very nature is to seduce and deceive, and this continually is at war with how he wants affection. As a result, he can be perceived as unstable--which he probably is. But he is fiendishly intelligent, and an expert at reading others. More often than not, he will only do something if it is amusing and for his benefit. When it comes to out-and-out fighting, he is loathe to pick up a sword/poleaxe/Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. He would rather escape out the nearest back door, leaving everyone else to fend for themselves. The same goes if someone gets angry with him: he'll simper and slink his way out of their rage, much like the fox he is.
History: Born at the beginning of the Meiji Era to a geisha-turned-prostitute and an unusually adventurous Dutch sailor, he was a normal boy-child raised by his grandmother because his mother had abandoned him to her care. At first they didn't know he was a half-breed because his Japanese genes did a good job of covering up his European ones, but as he got older, it became apparent that he looked odd. At sixteen he left the village and took on a job as a courier, and along the way established useful connections until he had climbed through the ranks enough to be a trusted spy. After that a village was being terrorized by a demon, and through a fluke he managed to kill it. Turns out it was his mother, possessed by two demons who were fighting over control of her body. Long story short, once of the demons was a kitsune who ended up possessing him instead, and no one really knows what happened after that except that he is a Fox in all senses of the word, and both human and demon at the same time, stuck somewhere in the shades of grey between two worlds. And he's just lived like that for the past two centuries or so.
Strengths: His silver tongue, bedroom skills, and knack for making friends in the strangest places at inopportune moments.
Weaknesses: Pure iron, his own arrogance, falling in love, DDR, and being completely dominated.
Occupation: Entertainment/espionage. He doesn't have a definite job at the moment.
Hobbies: Bemoaning his lack of ass, soliciting, verbally tearing someone off their high horse, dancing in the streets, traveling to obscure countries, reading up on fairy tales from around the globe, and subtly wreaking havoc in all ways possible.
Talents: Languages (He can speak fluent English, Spanish, French, Japanese, and Italian. His German, Czech, and Portuguese are passable.),
Family: His auntie Kiizu is around somewhere, and he's probably got some bastard children running around every which way by now. Aside from that, everyone else is dead and he really could care less about them.
Likes: Fornication, cats, snakes, DDR, incense, totally screwing with someone's mind because he's too bored to do anything else, reducing an underground organization or coven to shambles, flea markets/yard sales, fairs, old jewelery, ninjas, zombies, secret agents, vampires, horses, forgotten myths/legends/fairy tales, and art in all its forms.
Dislikes: The ignorant, other foxes, most popular religions, being the victim of his own trap.
Other: He can change his shape however he pleases and can cast illusions, but has found the latter to be a bit tiresome after the first hundred years.
And despite everything, he still wants to be your friend!
Gender: Male. Very male. Usually.
Age: He was born April 19th, 1868, so that would make him... old. Like 239 years-ish.
Hair and Eyes: Either can be changed to suit his mood, but he favors a silvery wheat kinda blond hair, usually messed-up and gathered at the nape of his neck in a ponytail, with champagne-colored eyes.
Height: 6' 0". He's a tall bastard.
Body Type: Skinny as hell. Take his age, divide it in half, and that's how much he once weighed. Now it fluctuates a lot, so it's hard to tell, but he tries to make himself appear healthy enough to pass as normal. As far as bone structure goes, he has long, long limbs and the sort of hands that would make an artist jealous.
Personality: Uzumaki was a conniving, devious son of a pregnant dog before it was cool, and it hasn't since stopped him from continuing in the same fashion. However, he does possess the desire to love, which is always an odd thing when he's caught in the middle of one scandal/rebellion/double-cross/etc or another. His very nature is to seduce and deceive, and this continually is at war with how he wants affection. As a result, he can be perceived as unstable--which he probably is. But he is fiendishly intelligent, and an expert at reading others. More often than not, he will only do something if it is amusing and for his benefit. When it comes to out-and-out fighting, he is loathe to pick up a sword/poleaxe/Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch. He would rather escape out the nearest back door, leaving everyone else to fend for themselves. The same goes if someone gets angry with him: he'll simper and slink his way out of their rage, much like the fox he is.
History: Born at the beginning of the Meiji Era to a geisha-turned-prostitute and an unusually adventurous Dutch sailor, he was a normal boy-child raised by his grandmother because his mother had abandoned him to her care. At first they didn't know he was a half-breed because his Japanese genes did a good job of covering up his European ones, but as he got older, it became apparent that he looked odd. At sixteen he left the village and took on a job as a courier, and along the way established useful connections until he had climbed through the ranks enough to be a trusted spy. After that a village was being terrorized by a demon, and through a fluke he managed to kill it. Turns out it was his mother, possessed by two demons who were fighting over control of her body. Long story short, once of the demons was a kitsune who ended up possessing him instead, and no one really knows what happened after that except that he is a Fox in all senses of the word, and both human and demon at the same time, stuck somewhere in the shades of grey between two worlds. And he's just lived like that for the past two centuries or so.
Strengths: His silver tongue, bedroom skills, and knack for making friends in the strangest places at inopportune moments.
Weaknesses: Pure iron, his own arrogance, falling in love, DDR, and being completely dominated.
Occupation: Entertainment/espionage. He doesn't have a definite job at the moment.
Hobbies: Bemoaning his lack of ass, soliciting, verbally tearing someone off their high horse, dancing in the streets, traveling to obscure countries, reading up on fairy tales from around the globe, and subtly wreaking havoc in all ways possible.
Talents: Languages (He can speak fluent English, Spanish, French, Japanese, and Italian. His German, Czech, and Portuguese are passable.),
Family: His auntie Kiizu is around somewhere, and he's probably got some bastard children running around every which way by now. Aside from that, everyone else is dead and he really could care less about them.
Likes: Fornication, cats, snakes, DDR, incense, totally screwing with someone's mind because he's too bored to do anything else, reducing an underground organization or coven to shambles, flea markets/yard sales, fairs, old jewelery, ninjas, zombies, secret agents, vampires, horses, forgotten myths/legends/fairy tales, and art in all its forms.
Dislikes: The ignorant, other foxes, most popular religions, being the victim of his own trap.
Other: He can change his shape however he pleases and can cast illusions, but has found the latter to be a bit tiresome after the first hundred years.
And despite everything, he still wants to be your friend!