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Player
Name/Nickname: Jenni
Age: 18
Personal Journal:moonlittaint
Contact Info:
AIM: TaintdMoonlight
MSN: PoisonedPen@hotmail.com
E-mail: MoonlitTaint@gmail.com
Character
Name: Shikamaru Nara
Age: 16, High School Junior
PB Model: Tatsuya Fujiwara
Position: Host
Type If Applying for a Host: Cool, Genius type
Sexual Preference: Straight if he ever wanted to show interest at any rate
History/Background/Appearance/Hobbies/E.T.C.
History:
Shikamaru had once been rich. It’s a blimp in the course of his life, and one he doesn’t care to remember to often. His father’s side of the family had been raking in money for the longest time because of some revolutionary practice in pharmaceutics that utilized deer antlers in the creation. His mother had been a popular female actress. He doesn’t remember it too fondly, nor does he really care to go back.
There was something infinitely annoying about being surrounded by people who didn’t care about him at all at all times. The girls especially, old and young alike. They would smile and giggle and chat endlessly about things that were so very boring. He would have ignored them all if he could have gotten away with it, but his mother would level him with her glare and threaten unseemly things. Females, he learned were all the same. Vapid creatures who for the most part refused to raise a finger - acted useless, the lot of them. The only exceptions he ever found were his own mother, and a strange blonde named Ino. They were the only women he found who ever seemed to actually have a persona of their own, albeit, troublesome personas. They took control, wielded control, and didn’t cater to perceptions or standards. Excluding them, he found for the most part, women were easily appeased, easily placated, and profoundly annoying. He learned to pretend like the best of them, not that he wanted to.
It all fell apart some time when he was ten. The pharmaceutics company plummeted after one of his father’s trusted workers stole his father’s formula and replicated it wholesale. Changed it, altered it, and shipped it as his own. Soon, nobody wanted the old medicine; they wanted the newer, cheaper version. And his mother’s career combusted into flames - quite literally - the woman had never learned to control her temper. With the money gone and lack of knowledge on how to budget, their money disappeared almost overnight. Paid off to debtors and the like. Just like that, their place in the elite circles disappeared entirely and almost all of their ‘old’ friends turned their backs.
Shikamaru missed the stuff, but he learned two important lessons - money only ever bought friends and popularity was fleeting. He’d tasted the high life and had no intention of going back. As far as he could see, being rich wasn’t a desirable goal; all it brought was nicer stuff and faker relations. He’d rather stick to being a meaningless individual in the course of life. So he had enough money to get buy, a select few people who wanted to be around him because they liked him, and a painless carefree life. That’s what he wanted and he tried his hardest to get it.
He didn’t try in school and he was generally unresponsive to his mother’s prodding. For a while, his parents were under the impression that he was stupid. It didn’t bother him. Then some teacher had to trick him into taking an IQ test by disguising at as game. He should’ve seen it coming. It all went to hell after that. His mother found out his IQ was over 200 and began to push him harder than before. With such a genius for a child, she would croon, he had to be cultivated at the best schools.
As ridiculous as he knew it was, his mother was insistent he attend Sinclair. He knew it was a bad idea; his parents did not have enough money to pay for him to go to that school and still get by. If his mother went through with her plan of enrolling him, his family would end up in the poorhouse. So, while he did not like it, and did not want to do it by any means, he applied for the scholarship at Sinclair.
Not only did he get it, but he scored high enough for the school to decide to skip him a year.
He didn’t want to spend time in a rich school, but if it would keep his parents from doing something ridiculous, he would sit in the classes, grin, bear it, and pass high enough to keep his scholarship. It wasn’t going to change anything, he decided when he first set foot in the school, he was going to get his simple easy lifestyle, even if he had to attend Sinclair.
Joining the Host Club, was not his idea. In fact, he found the principle of the club stupid and deeply disturbing. His joining the club was all Ino’s doing. The only friend he’d kept from the old days in the elite circles, she was incredibly good at manipulating him into doing things. He couldn’t even begin to explain how she did it, but she did. All he knew is he was adamantly against the club, and somehow Ino pushed him into it.
He doesn’t mind, when he really thinks about it. While the girls who come to see him are generally boring, the money he gets from the club is nice. He can get his mother nice things which she used to have before their money disappeared. She might make his life difficult, but she’s still his mother.
It’s easy to keep clientele at any rate. He doesn’t get as much as some of the more favored hosts, but he knows enough about women in higher circles to keep them coming when it seems like they’re losing interest. For the most part, he doesn’t have to try. There seem to be plenty of girls who like an unresponsive intellectual who can occasion mutter pretty things.
Appearance:
He takes after both his mother and father. Japanese features evident from both of his parents. He has his mother’s bone structure, making his face rounder rather than angular like his father’s. His eyes are dark and hair a brown that looks black for the most part, but in certain instances looks very much like his mother’s: a heavy brown. His hair falls to his shoulders, at least, that’s as long as he can get it before his mother drags him to get his hair cut again. Apparently, he shouldn’t look as scruffy as his father. He misses the days when his mother was too busy to pay attention to his hair, and he could have it long enough to tie up into a ponytail. Despite not caring how he looks, the result isn’t bad thanks to his decent genes. Mostly, he’ll be wearing jeans and single colored shirts - he’s not one for looking flashy, settling for dark and neutral colors. His uniform is always disheveled, and his tie is never tied, simply hanging loosely. He has an earring - a reminder of how much he doesn’t want to fit in the crowd at Sinclair, even if he likes it there.
Hobbies:
He likes playing games where he can think. Chess is one of his favorites, but any game, on a board or on a console that allows him to think has always held an interest for him. But if he’s playing with someone simple, he finds himself growing disinterested in not having a good playing partner.
He reads a lot. Everything actually. He’ll be just as ready to pick a fiction book on dragons as he would be to pick up a book explaining the fundamentals of biophysical chemistry.
He likes watching clouds because it’s peaceful. He’s given lots of reasons why he does it, some true some false, but really it all comes down to the fact that it’s relaxing to just stare up at the sky. It’s so liberating that sometimes he can stare up and not have a single thought in his head.
Etc…:
He smokes. He doesn’t smoke a pack a day, but he won’t deny that he is addicted. He can’t go a week without a cigarette, but he never smokes in his mother’s presence. Last time he did, she didn’t stop yelling for an entire day. It’s an expensive habit, but he enjoys it nonetheless.
Sample RP
Third Person:
He wasn’t the type to show off. Or butt in to help anyone either. He would normally just keep his mouth shut and let people do whatever it was they felt like they wanted to do.
Except this time he was having a lot of trouble doing just that.
The teacher was off muttering and blabbering about something that didn’t seem all that relevant at all to the current project with some student, while another student was inches away from blowing up her experiment. It wouldn’t kill anyone, it was a simple chemistry experiment, but it would probably burn that girl, and considering his proximity to her, it would probably burn him too.
“Don’t add that.” He warned.
She looked at him briefly, then at his project. She ignored him, then and continued what she’d been doing.
Considering he hadn’t even bothered to start with ten minutes left in the class, he found it understandable the she didn’t believe he knew what he was talking about. Nonetheless, he did know what he was talking about. “I’m serious. That’s not a good idea.”
She waved him off. “Oh, buzz off, slacker.”
He sighed. “Troublesome.” Shrugging, Shikamaru pushed away from the table, picked up his bag and walked a few paces away stopping in the middle of the room. Just because the girl hadn’t listened didn’t mean he was going to stand there and watch as she did it. He’d watch from a safe distance.
Before anyone could question his actions, a noisy explosion resounded from where the girl was.
First Person:
I’m not going to burn down anything.
I don’t know how many times I have to say that or how many ways I have to say that.
So what if my mother was the actress who burned down one of the greatest studios after she was fired and her career ruined? I am not my mother. Do I look temperamental? No. Which is why it’s incredibly annoying that they took away my only lighter because they fear I will burn down the school. I need to smoke a cigarette. I need to. If they wanted to torture me like this, couldn’t they at least take the cigarettes too? That way I don’t feel their weight in my pocket.
Ugh, never mind. Maybe I’ll just light one with the burners in the Chem labs.
But that’s all the way upstairs.
Troublesome.
If they’re afraid I’ll burn down the building, wouldn’t it make more sense to appease me and not take away the item I need to keep me happy?
I really need that damn cigarette.
And, just for fun...give us three quirky, interesting facts about your character not mentioned in your application.
1. Shikamaru once thought about getting a tattoo. He’d even gotten inside the tattoo parlor and picked out the tattoo he wanted. He chickened out the minute he saw the needle and heard a few screams. He refuses to mention it to anyone, but that’s partially the reason he got his ear pierced. If he didn’t have the guts to get a tattoo, he could at least shut his father up by getting a hole stuck through his either. He would’ve chickened out for that one too, if not for fear of his father’s teasing.
2. Despite both his parents being Japanese, and being able to speak Japanese, Shikamaru doesn’t understand a word. He can, on the other hand, speak French and Spanish. Which he taught himself one summer when he was bored.
3. The one good thing about Sinclair, he thinks, is the science labs. He won’t admit it, but he’s glad he decided to take the initiative to come to Sinclair if only for the labs. He likes chemistry experiments.