Post by nibi on Mar 26, 2009 12:04:31 GMT -5
KITAI KUROHYOU
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LET'S GET CRACKIN'
this is the girl you love to hate. i know you're jealous, but you gotta deal and hear me out. i stand at the mighty 5'7. wish you could be like me? didn't think so. but please, call me Nibi or Nekomata, cause only my mom calls me Kitai Kurohyou. you know, you better be thankful of Twenty first of July. cause that's when i was born. i know, your new, official favorite day of the year. thanks. i knew it. i'm Sixteen right know. i hang with the Bijuu at the moment. but seriously, i don't get why people don't trip over themselves to get my autograph, cause i'm smart, social and fun-loving. i mean although i am a complete closed book, have a fire-like temper and don't forgive easily, i'm still wise, protective and still manage to kick ass.
Kitai is a bright, smart, young girl. She has thoughts and plans up there in her head that is there for certain situations. She believes that she needs to be prepared and isn’t one to just rush into a battle with no plan of action. She isn’t one to study though, but she seems to get on rather well without looking at her books before a big exam. Some would consider her a dumb blonde but they better think twice about that judgment, especially if they plan to say it to her face.
The Sixteen year old is known for her fiery temper, make a wrong move and you’ve just lit a firework, which is aimed straight at you. Kitai does not tolerate being abused in any way, should it be from a classmate or teacher underestimating her, to a vicious word battle. She isn’t afraid to get her fists dirty nor is she reluctant to snap back at her fellow Bijuu if they say something she does not appreciate. However, it’s best to be on this girl’s good side, for it’s better to be a friend than an enemy and she does not forgive easily. It has been told that she can give the cold shoulder like a blizzard and it’s very unlikely that she will trust you again if you break it. She can also be pretty sarcastic as well, should that be in a mocking way or a humorous way.
However, to her friends, Kitai us a social and fun-loving girl who likes nothing more to just spend her time with other people. Should that be just relaxing quietly with them, or going out to a party, she’s up for anything and if nobody has any ideas on what to do, it’s to be expected that she has some ideas up her sleeve. She’s protective of her friends and can get violent if you mess with herself or her friends. She considers the Bijuu her friends at the moment and though she has a fabulous social side, it’s unlikely she will make friends outside of the gang.
Kitai is a very closed book and does not share her feelings with others easily, it would take a special person to make her spill her fears and hopes, unless she was ordered to. She hates feeling weak and tends to stay away from others if she is emotional and won’t come back until she can smile again. Along with her hatred of seeming weak, she often tries to prove herself to the other Bijuu that she is as strong as the rest of them.
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alright, so you got me down pretty well. pretty well to the point it's borderline creepy. and now you wanna know my past!? there are some pretty murky things there. you don't wanna know. but here it goes. i'm born to my mother, Hikari and my father, Arashi. they're at the age of Fourty two. they work as something boring, both Accountants I think. but they're pretty rich. though no matter what i'll always tollerate them. i'm a younger sibling. secretly, i wanna be respected and become successful. but if you wanna know more, check it out;
Kitai was born on a hot July evening, she was her parents third child and she was born within Kumogakure No Sato’s hospital. Her parents had obviously had a lot of experience in the baby situation so they were good parents, knowing exactly what to do and though she was born a bit early, Kitai was allowed home a few days after being born. She was a very energetic child, proving to be graceful which interested her mother in enrolling her in a ballet class at the age of five. However, she soon dropped out, causing too much problems with the other students, though her teacher admitted she had great talent. She was not as social when she was younger as she is today, mostly because her older siblings did not take kindly to her and made her fear meeting others for a while, in case they were like her siblings.
However, when she was ten years old, her mother and father got a divorce and while her siblings stayed with their father in Kumogakure, she and her mother both moved to Konohagakure, hoping for a fresh start. Away from the bad atmosphere of her family, she started anew and Kitai began to thrive in her new environment. Like a bud she began to open up and reveal the beauty within as she got older. However, her petals were tainted with the black side of her soul, which would soon develop her into the innocent girl, to the fearless teenager often known as the Nibi.
When she started Konoha High, she managed to fit in straight away, making friends within her year the first moment she got there. She was a social being and for the first few weeks, everything was innocent and carefree. However, the Bijuu Gang took an interest to her and soon, Kitai became involved within the gang that made her into the character she is today. She stripped herself of her name and threw her previous life away once again, she has done things she isn’t proud of but in the long run, she knows this is the right path for her. She is now a Junior and has been a member of the Bijuu gang for three years.
BREAK IT DOWN
now you got my character down. yet you wanna know more!? fine. i'm Ringa. i've been at this game for Four Years. you can also find me playing nobody. i found this super cool amazing site from somewhere, browsing other sites. but you can try to figure me out by contacting thought PM. check me out!?
[Old Roleplay as Sasori]
After Saiko mutter out a rather slurred groan, Sasori rolled his light hazel orbs. He was out like a light before the Puppet master had even stuck the needle into his arm and to top it all off, he was drooling like a dog with rabies on the workbench. Sasori had to mentally hold himself back from smacking the boy awake then stabbing in the needle extra hard, so he could feel more pain. This kid was looking a lot more trouble than he was worth. However, Sasori knew this was probably the best option, if the brat died now he’d have to get the punishment from the Leader and nobody in this organization was stupid enough to take that risk. Apart from Tobi maybe, but in Sasori’s eyes, that swirly-masked moron shouldn’t even be here. Letting out an irritated sigh, Sasori twitched the fingers on his right hand, making Hiruko glide silently towards the bench before giving a wave of his left hand to raise the hand with the syringe. Simply and easily, Hiruko injected the clear liquid into Saiko’s arm, to ensure he didn’t wake up half way through the procedure. The bottle and syringe was then disposed of on top of the drawer nearest to the workbench, which was occupied with the equipment needed for the next couple of hours.
With a small flick of his wrists, Sasori stopped the chakara strips flowing from his wooden fingertips, Hiruko’s arms flopped down to his sides, becoming lifeless. Placing his hands up onto the roof of Hiruko, Sasori pushed his hands upwards so the face-like shell that covered Hiruko’s back slipped off. The shell made a clang as it collided with the ground, it lay down by the lifeless puppet body of Hiruko. With a sudden movement, Sasori clambered out of his trusty puppet’s back; a long black sheet of cloth covered his body from head to toe. Tugging on the material with his right hand, the sheet was swept off Sasori’s form and swiftly chucked onto the tidy bed. Sasori’s gaze was of course, in the usual bored look; his light hazel eyes glanced towards the tools on the small table. Wooden digits run through the tasseled ash red locks of hair, which brushed against his shoulders. The puppet master turned his attention to the shelf that was positioned on the wall, three cages lay upon the wooden surface, two of the cages contained a black scorpion in each. Both were used for the purpose of gathering poison which was used in his puppets, the scorpions were a rare breed, only found in a certain part of the Sunagakure desert, with an extremely deadly poison. One would wonder how Sasori would have been able to gather such poison from the two, rather aggressive and deadly creatures. Of course, if you knew what Sasori really was, you would have been able to figure it out. The scorpions could stab the puppet master with their deadly tip of their tails and it wouldn’t do a damn thing. Okay, maybe it would scratch the wood but that was all. Not that many in the Akatsuki had seen Sasori out of Hiruko, probably only the odd few, the small man preferred to stay in the large shell of Hiruko than be around in the open.
The puppet master calmly walked over to the side of the bench where Saiko silently lay, his arms hung by his sides as he took a quick look over the boy. He seemed in a rather bad shape, which was more or less obvious since he was stupid enough to get in a fight with Kisame. Hopefully that drilled a little bit of sense into the brat’s obviously tiny mind. Sasori slowly unbuttoned the poppers running down the ebony black cloak, before shrugging the item of clothing off his body. The cloak cascaded down and pooled around his ankles on the floor. Wearing the cloak would only get in the way, since it was on the baggy side. Turning slightly, Sasori gave the cloak a swift kick and it flew off into the center of the room, near the limp form of Hiruko lay. The emotionless looking man then turned to the young boy, where he removed the boy’s top from his badly injured torso. His wooden index finger raised up to his own lips where he looked in thought for a moment. “This should be a fairly easy procedure, maybe lasting around a couple of hours. I could go replacing the lungs with filters, which only allow oxygen through, but that would take a lot longer than just removing the lungs all together.” After a moments thought, Sasori decided to just plain and simple, remove the lungs and replace Saiko’s torso with puppets. Leaving the heart where it was. His hand hovered over the tools for a second, before picking up a scalpel, the light from the lamp in the room bounced off the blade surface making it shine. A ghost of a smirk appeared on Sasori’s young features as the blade neared Saiko’s damaged flesh. Even though his bored gaze, you could see the murderous side deep within the side, which could kill the boy and turn him into a puppet to add to his collection with a single movement. Though, right now was not the case where Sasori would get a new puppet to add to his ever growing collection, right now he was to save the boy, like to or not.
The jet-black scorpions watched silently as their master began to begin the human puppet technique on the young boys torso. Their deadly tails raised high in a defensive posture as their claws clacked against the glass surface, waiting for a meal or waiting for something to strike. Sasori paid no heed to the clicking noises of his scorpions, too lost in concentration to hear anything apart from his thoughts which were running through the technique which he had preformed so many times before.
After Saiko mutter out a rather slurred groan, Sasori rolled his light hazel orbs. He was out like a light before the Puppet master had even stuck the needle into his arm and to top it all off, he was drooling like a dog with rabies on the workbench. Sasori had to mentally hold himself back from smacking the boy awake then stabbing in the needle extra hard, so he could feel more pain. This kid was looking a lot more trouble than he was worth. However, Sasori knew this was probably the best option, if the brat died now he’d have to get the punishment from the Leader and nobody in this organization was stupid enough to take that risk. Apart from Tobi maybe, but in Sasori’s eyes, that swirly-masked moron shouldn’t even be here. Letting out an irritated sigh, Sasori twitched the fingers on his right hand, making Hiruko glide silently towards the bench before giving a wave of his left hand to raise the hand with the syringe. Simply and easily, Hiruko injected the clear liquid into Saiko’s arm, to ensure he didn’t wake up half way through the procedure. The bottle and syringe was then disposed of on top of the drawer nearest to the workbench, which was occupied with the equipment needed for the next couple of hours.
With a small flick of his wrists, Sasori stopped the chakara strips flowing from his wooden fingertips, Hiruko’s arms flopped down to his sides, becoming lifeless. Placing his hands up onto the roof of Hiruko, Sasori pushed his hands upwards so the face-like shell that covered Hiruko’s back slipped off. The shell made a clang as it collided with the ground, it lay down by the lifeless puppet body of Hiruko. With a sudden movement, Sasori clambered out of his trusty puppet’s back; a long black sheet of cloth covered his body from head to toe. Tugging on the material with his right hand, the sheet was swept off Sasori’s form and swiftly chucked onto the tidy bed. Sasori’s gaze was of course, in the usual bored look; his light hazel eyes glanced towards the tools on the small table. Wooden digits run through the tasseled ash red locks of hair, which brushed against his shoulders. The puppet master turned his attention to the shelf that was positioned on the wall, three cages lay upon the wooden surface, two of the cages contained a black scorpion in each. Both were used for the purpose of gathering poison which was used in his puppets, the scorpions were a rare breed, only found in a certain part of the Sunagakure desert, with an extremely deadly poison. One would wonder how Sasori would have been able to gather such poison from the two, rather aggressive and deadly creatures. Of course, if you knew what Sasori really was, you would have been able to figure it out. The scorpions could stab the puppet master with their deadly tip of their tails and it wouldn’t do a damn thing. Okay, maybe it would scratch the wood but that was all. Not that many in the Akatsuki had seen Sasori out of Hiruko, probably only the odd few, the small man preferred to stay in the large shell of Hiruko than be around in the open.
The puppet master calmly walked over to the side of the bench where Saiko silently lay, his arms hung by his sides as he took a quick look over the boy. He seemed in a rather bad shape, which was more or less obvious since he was stupid enough to get in a fight with Kisame. Hopefully that drilled a little bit of sense into the brat’s obviously tiny mind. Sasori slowly unbuttoned the poppers running down the ebony black cloak, before shrugging the item of clothing off his body. The cloak cascaded down and pooled around his ankles on the floor. Wearing the cloak would only get in the way, since it was on the baggy side. Turning slightly, Sasori gave the cloak a swift kick and it flew off into the center of the room, near the limp form of Hiruko lay. The emotionless looking man then turned to the young boy, where he removed the boy’s top from his badly injured torso. His wooden index finger raised up to his own lips where he looked in thought for a moment. “This should be a fairly easy procedure, maybe lasting around a couple of hours. I could go replacing the lungs with filters, which only allow oxygen through, but that would take a lot longer than just removing the lungs all together.” After a moments thought, Sasori decided to just plain and simple, remove the lungs and replace Saiko’s torso with puppets. Leaving the heart where it was. His hand hovered over the tools for a second, before picking up a scalpel, the light from the lamp in the room bounced off the blade surface making it shine. A ghost of a smirk appeared on Sasori’s young features as the blade neared Saiko’s damaged flesh. Even though his bored gaze, you could see the murderous side deep within the side, which could kill the boy and turn him into a puppet to add to his collection with a single movement. Though, right now was not the case where Sasori would get a new puppet to add to his ever growing collection, right now he was to save the boy, like to or not.
The jet-black scorpions watched silently as their master began to begin the human puppet technique on the young boys torso. Their deadly tails raised high in a defensive posture as their claws clacked against the glass surface, waiting for a meal or waiting for something to strike. Sasori paid no heed to the clicking noises of his scorpions, too lost in concentration to hear anything apart from his thoughts which were running through the technique which he had preformed so many times before.
