Post by Krad Zephyros on Nov 14, 2009 10:59:54 GMT -5
Name: Kris Naga
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Kris is, I guess you could say, a sort of laid back kind of person. He doesn’t really care about any serious things and focuses more on himself rather than others. He doesn’t really like to do much of anything other than fighting and would rather spend the day training more than socializing: however; he does understand the human need to socialize and will happen to stumble in on a conversation every once and a while.
Aside from his training, he is a work-horse and is obsessed with any type of manual labor that will increase his masculine physique. Kris has tendencies to leap at a chance to get a job and earn some money along with more muscle tissue. Do not disturb him when he is working or you might get your head bitten off.
Appearance: Kris Naga is an average teenage boy with a cocky grin and a well-built body. Mid-length gray hair sickles down towards the ends of his shoulders in slimming points under his crimson bandana, which he usually has his brown and gray baseball cap covering. Large brown eyes spark with the utmost self-confidence and pierce through the heart of any weak-minded person. Three scratches, looking as if he lost a fight with a house cat, mark the left side of his face, giving him a rougher-looking appearance.
Kris’ has lightly tanned skin with a dip of honey brown in it and barely-showing teen muscles. As much as he tries to form more definition, they never seem to become any bigger. Representing his weapon form, Kris wears a silver chain with a crimson charm on the end in the shape of a jagged-edged kunai. He also wears a silver chain over the three-section wrist band on his right wrist: A strip of gray rests in between the two brown strips on the wristband.
Kris is about 5'8 and 148 pounds of teenage testosterone just waiting for their chance to explode. Be careful when exciting this teenager; you might walk away with a few scars to show the others.
Weapon Description: When Kris shifts into his complete weapon form, he splits into two separate ninja blades. Each blade is a foot and a half long with jagged silver blade ends. The blunt sides of the kunai are straight crimson strips of sharpened metal leading back to the crimson hilts.
Strengths: Kris has over-average endurance and can work almost like a machine for long stretches of time without so much as a pant. He is very active and always ready for a fight, which makes it hard for anyone to get a jump on him.
Weaknesses: Kris is always on the guard, which makes for a lot of awkward first-impressions and an extensive list of enemies. He is also easily distracted with the idea of training and improving his strength. His obsession with power puts him into very questionable situations. He also isn’t the sharpest kunai around and gets into a lot of trouble with school-related activities along with being a horrible strategist. But then again; the best defense is a strong offence, right?
History: Raised by his father, Kris was always competing with his four older brothers. Being teased and mocked for being born the ‘baby’, Kris had a lot to prove and a lot of respect to gain. He always worked hard; constantly trying to outdo his brothers and become the leader of the pack.
Fighting came second-nature to him because of the male-dominant atmosphere he grew up in. His brothers were constantly battling each other and Kris never shied away from a fight with them. It was a wonder that they never killed each other. They would fight for days in their home, at school, on the bus, the train, anywhere they could.
It wasn’t until Kris turned thirteen that he decided instead of working his way up the ladder, he would go directly for the reigning champ. He doesn’t really remember most of the details about the fight with his father, but he does remember that afterwards he found himself traveling to Death City for specialized training.
Rp Example: [white]"Hyaaaaahhh!"[/white] roared the voice of a young man as a car came screeching around the corner. The frantic driver was screaming in terror with tears exploding from his eyes as he stared helplessly at the dust cloud behind his vehicle. [white]“Haaaaaaahhhhh!”[/white] cried the teenager behind the three-hundred pound minivan as he ran at top speed and pushed the motorless heap of metal down the street.
His brown eyes were sharp and focused on their goal and his feet were but a mere blur as they carried his body down the road. The teen explodes across an intersection, causing several accidents as other cars swerve to avoid hitting and being hit by him. [white]“Yaaaahhhhh!”[/white] he roars as his fingers grip the sides of the van; denting it from the immense pressure he applies.
Suddenly, the flash of an auto repair shop catches his eye and a devilish grin spreads across his face. [white]“Rwwwaaaaaaahhhhh!!!”[/white] He roars as his feet stomp into the ground. The van skids across the road with the sound of a howler moneky falling off a cliff. The driver, fearing for his life, also screams in the exact same pitch and tone.
The car approaches the repair shop and slows into a screeching stop, then cries out with an exhausted steam as the teen releases it and dusts his hands off. An accomplished grin spreads across his face as he walks to the driver’s window, then taps on it with his index knuckle.
[white]“Well there ya go, buddy. Hope that helps.”[/white] The teen smirks as he puts his hands into the pockets of his jacket and walks off into town, leaving the helpless driver behind to slide to the floor of his car; completey devoid of skin pigment.
Theme Song: Abingdon Boys School: Strength (For obvious reasons)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Personality: Kris is, I guess you could say, a sort of laid back kind of person. He doesn’t really care about any serious things and focuses more on himself rather than others. He doesn’t really like to do much of anything other than fighting and would rather spend the day training more than socializing: however; he does understand the human need to socialize and will happen to stumble in on a conversation every once and a while.
Aside from his training, he is a work-horse and is obsessed with any type of manual labor that will increase his masculine physique. Kris has tendencies to leap at a chance to get a job and earn some money along with more muscle tissue. Do not disturb him when he is working or you might get your head bitten off.
Appearance: Kris Naga is an average teenage boy with a cocky grin and a well-built body. Mid-length gray hair sickles down towards the ends of his shoulders in slimming points under his crimson bandana, which he usually has his brown and gray baseball cap covering. Large brown eyes spark with the utmost self-confidence and pierce through the heart of any weak-minded person. Three scratches, looking as if he lost a fight with a house cat, mark the left side of his face, giving him a rougher-looking appearance.
Kris’ has lightly tanned skin with a dip of honey brown in it and barely-showing teen muscles. As much as he tries to form more definition, they never seem to become any bigger. Representing his weapon form, Kris wears a silver chain with a crimson charm on the end in the shape of a jagged-edged kunai. He also wears a silver chain over the three-section wrist band on his right wrist: A strip of gray rests in between the two brown strips on the wristband.
Kris is about 5'8 and 148 pounds of teenage testosterone just waiting for their chance to explode. Be careful when exciting this teenager; you might walk away with a few scars to show the others.
Weapon Description: When Kris shifts into his complete weapon form, he splits into two separate ninja blades. Each blade is a foot and a half long with jagged silver blade ends. The blunt sides of the kunai are straight crimson strips of sharpened metal leading back to the crimson hilts.
Strengths: Kris has over-average endurance and can work almost like a machine for long stretches of time without so much as a pant. He is very active and always ready for a fight, which makes it hard for anyone to get a jump on him.
Weaknesses: Kris is always on the guard, which makes for a lot of awkward first-impressions and an extensive list of enemies. He is also easily distracted with the idea of training and improving his strength. His obsession with power puts him into very questionable situations. He also isn’t the sharpest kunai around and gets into a lot of trouble with school-related activities along with being a horrible strategist. But then again; the best defense is a strong offence, right?
History: Raised by his father, Kris was always competing with his four older brothers. Being teased and mocked for being born the ‘baby’, Kris had a lot to prove and a lot of respect to gain. He always worked hard; constantly trying to outdo his brothers and become the leader of the pack.
Fighting came second-nature to him because of the male-dominant atmosphere he grew up in. His brothers were constantly battling each other and Kris never shied away from a fight with them. It was a wonder that they never killed each other. They would fight for days in their home, at school, on the bus, the train, anywhere they could.
It wasn’t until Kris turned thirteen that he decided instead of working his way up the ladder, he would go directly for the reigning champ. He doesn’t really remember most of the details about the fight with his father, but he does remember that afterwards he found himself traveling to Death City for specialized training.
Rp Example: [white]"Hyaaaaahhh!"[/white] roared the voice of a young man as a car came screeching around the corner. The frantic driver was screaming in terror with tears exploding from his eyes as he stared helplessly at the dust cloud behind his vehicle. [white]“Haaaaaaahhhhh!”[/white] cried the teenager behind the three-hundred pound minivan as he ran at top speed and pushed the motorless heap of metal down the street.
His brown eyes were sharp and focused on their goal and his feet were but a mere blur as they carried his body down the road. The teen explodes across an intersection, causing several accidents as other cars swerve to avoid hitting and being hit by him. [white]“Yaaaahhhhh!”[/white] he roars as his fingers grip the sides of the van; denting it from the immense pressure he applies.
Suddenly, the flash of an auto repair shop catches his eye and a devilish grin spreads across his face. [white]“Rwwwaaaaaaahhhhh!!!”[/white] He roars as his feet stomp into the ground. The van skids across the road with the sound of a howler moneky falling off a cliff. The driver, fearing for his life, also screams in the exact same pitch and tone.
The car approaches the repair shop and slows into a screeching stop, then cries out with an exhausted steam as the teen releases it and dusts his hands off. An accomplished grin spreads across his face as he walks to the driver’s window, then taps on it with his index knuckle.
[white]“Well there ya go, buddy. Hope that helps.”[/white] The teen smirks as he puts his hands into the pockets of his jacket and walks off into town, leaving the helpless driver behind to slide to the floor of his car; completey devoid of skin pigment.
Theme Song: Abingdon Boys School: Strength (For obvious reasons)
