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by Zakare Sun Jun 27, 2010 4:06 pmName:Zakare, Hitoyoshi
Age:18
Gender:male
Nationality:japanese
Job/Occupation: none
Appearance:Zakare stands at five feet and ten inches, he weighs in at a total of one hundred and forty five pounds. His body is built but not overly as he does not constantly work out he just has more muscles then some but less then those who train intensively. His skin is only slightly tanned due to a low amount of exposure to the sun, it is smooth to the touch and unmarked by scars or tattos of any kind. His hair is a dark red almost like the color of blood and often hangs over his left eye, while his eyes are a light gold color that shine in the light. For clothes Zakare often wears a red long sleeved jacket with snow white fur lining along the collar. Under his jacket Zakare often wears tank tops and the t shirt here and there whenever he has no clean tank tops. His pants are foten worn down blue jeans baggy most of the time so he can move easier, on his feet oddly enough Zakare wears wooden geta.
Personality:Zakare is a normal guy by most standards that anyone can get along with he is often seen with a smile on his face and a carefree tone. It is very hard to get him angry seeing as Zakare finds that emotion to be boring and clouds judgement. He often tries to help others in a way he can but he is not completely naive if he thinks someone is out to harm his friends or family he will defeat them without hesitating even the slightest. To most he seems to be a carefree lazy idiot in which case they would be right for the most part. But he is not stupid he just doesn't like putting forth his full effort unless it is something he really cares about
History:Born into a poor family Zakare grew up earning everything for himself His parents were terrible gamblers that threw away any money they had to gamble more. They never won anything and never paid attention to Zakare, it got to the point where at the age of seven Zakare had to go out and get a job for himself so he wouldn't starve to death. He was working as a dish washer and garbage kid when one night he was taking out the garbage in the back alley and witnessed a fight. It was between two mafia members which he did not know at the time and thought they were super hero's or something like that. Watching the fight Zakare was entranced by their strength and speed and from that day he wanted to be just like them. Over the next six years Zakare trained himself furiously but found he was stuck at the normal human's limit. To become stronger Zakare has been searching for anyone from one of those mafia families to try and get them to train him.
Starting Location: shibuya[b]
Age:18
Gender:male
Nationality:japanese
Job/Occupation: none
Appearance:Zakare stands at five feet and ten inches, he weighs in at a total of one hundred and forty five pounds. His body is built but not overly as he does not constantly work out he just has more muscles then some but less then those who train intensively. His skin is only slightly tanned due to a low amount of exposure to the sun, it is smooth to the touch and unmarked by scars or tattos of any kind. His hair is a dark red almost like the color of blood and often hangs over his left eye, while his eyes are a light gold color that shine in the light. For clothes Zakare often wears a red long sleeved jacket with snow white fur lining along the collar. Under his jacket Zakare often wears tank tops and the t shirt here and there whenever he has no clean tank tops. His pants are foten worn down blue jeans baggy most of the time so he can move easier, on his feet oddly enough Zakare wears wooden geta.
Personality:Zakare is a normal guy by most standards that anyone can get along with he is often seen with a smile on his face and a carefree tone. It is very hard to get him angry seeing as Zakare finds that emotion to be boring and clouds judgement. He often tries to help others in a way he can but he is not completely naive if he thinks someone is out to harm his friends or family he will defeat them without hesitating even the slightest. To most he seems to be a carefree lazy idiot in which case they would be right for the most part. But he is not stupid he just doesn't like putting forth his full effort unless it is something he really cares about
History:Born into a poor family Zakare grew up earning everything for himself His parents were terrible gamblers that threw away any money they had to gamble more. They never won anything and never paid attention to Zakare, it got to the point where at the age of seven Zakare had to go out and get a job for himself so he wouldn't starve to death. He was working as a dish washer and garbage kid when one night he was taking out the garbage in the back alley and witnessed a fight. It was between two mafia members which he did not know at the time and thought they were super hero's or something like that. Watching the fight Zakare was entranced by their strength and speed and from that day he wanted to be just like them. Over the next six years Zakare trained himself furiously but found he was stuck at the normal human's limit. To become stronger Zakare has been searching for anyone from one of those mafia families to try and get them to train him.
Starting Location: shibuya[b]
