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lol no, you don't understand XD i mean, you have to rp that he gasped not just put 'gasp' in your post. If it's nothing to do with him and the rp then it shouldn't be in there in the first place. And the way you have it right now, you are saying that he said, "Gasp" XD

Sorry my bad sweatdrop one last time
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Takashi walked along the crowded bumping into everyone in his way "Ugh" 'God will these annoying people get out my way'. He was walking to room 204 to his first class at the academy. He was nervous so he masked it with rude looks to his new peers. He gasped as he looked up at his teacher seeing how he was a short 11-year-old. He walked to his seat after bowing to his teacher with books in his hand. As he walked you noticed he had black hair with large bang in front of his left eye, crimson eyes and smooth cheek bones.

Okay I'm done the post above is it man so much writing @_@

OOC: If I understand this and how everything works around here I don't need to already have a character created to post here (since I don't think I can have a character until I graduate). Anyways, here it is.


IC:

Shziumasa sat hidden in the brush. Nothing could be heard but the sound of the birds singing above and small animals running around scavenging for food. The air was thick and Shizumasa's body shook with tension and excitement. His hazel eyes were intently watching the target; a shinobi who was a messenger for the enemy country. He was a tall man who wore a mask to cover his face, sitting down with his back against a tree. The man wore a sash around his waist, in which a scroll was tucked into tightly. Shizumasa began to breathe heavily as he eyed the scroll. Within it was intelligence that could possibly mean the end of Konohagakure itself if it were to get into the Snow Country's hands. Slowly, the Genin drew a kunai from his projectile hoister. Hands shaking, he readied himself to strike. The man was attempting to bandage up his leg, which seemed to be bleeding profusely. It was the perfect opportunity. Shizumasa leapt from the brush and went for the kill. At that moment the thought of hunting came to Shizumasa's mind. Tracking the shinobi like a feeble deer, and when the injured prey stopped (thinking that they were safe) to go in a quickly kill it in one foul strike. Making it quick and painless in order to get the job done.

Shizumasa slowly opened his eyes. He was blind in the darkness of his room, being left to lie there and listen to the light breeze blowing outside of his window (which had its shades tightly closed shut). Closing his eyes once again, he tried to remember the last part of his dream. It had always seemed to end before he could finish his mission to retrieve the scroll, save the important diplomat, or demolish the enemies barracks. Breathing heavily, he sat up and let out a long and deep yawn. He looked around before rolling off of his bed, which led to him hitting his bedroom's cold wooden floor because of a lack of balance. "Man, I hate the mornings."

"Actually, it's the afternoon almost." a raspy voice said as his bedroom door flung open to spread light to every corner of the room. Tetsuzaemon took a few gulps from a bottle of sake he held in his hand before entering. "Oh yeah, you also got something that came early this morning. I already took it out of the envelope for you." The old man dropped a piece of parchment onto the floor and left the room.

Shizumasa looked curiously at the piece of paper as he remained on the floor, too lazy and too tired to get up. He stared at the paper for about two minutes before he decided that he should see what exactly was written on it. He began to pull himself towards the note, his legs remaining limp and his body feeling extremely heavy. With his hand out stretched the paper was only an inch out of his reach, so close yet so far away. Using the last of his morning energy he forced himself to pull one last time and finally reach the note. Picking it up and letting out a sigh of relief. Shizumasa wasn't exactly a morning person. "Alright, let's see what we have here." he said, reading the note.





The name sounded familiar: Gekkou Maiari. Shizumasa closed his eyes and thought back on the name, trying to remember where he had heard it before. And finally it came to him. It was the pink haired, well endowed Jounin Kunoichi who he had ran into trouble with when she caught him being a pervert. As the events of that day passed through the confines of Shizumasa's mind, dread overcame him. Out of all of the Jounin in the Hidden Leaf Village, why did he have to be put into her team? Usually, the young boy would be happy at the day he would finally start his training with his team, but this changed everything. The clock on the wall read 10:00 am, he was already an hour late. Shrugging he said, "I'm already late, why rush now."

You can start making your character anytime you wish. It's good to do it while waiting to be graduated ^_^ I'm very against using an NPC in the example thing but you only used him a bit. Good job, Pass.

RP Sample:

Akina strolled down the long narrow path standing in her way. Her skirt swayed in the whipping breeze hitting her long and skinny legs. She pushed her way through the harsh wind nearly falling on her back three times. She liked the feel of the cool breeze ooze down her warm back as she walked to the grand library. Akina quickly began to pick up her pace gradually until she was nearly running. She had to be home before dark. The sun was already setting, painting the blue skies with pinks and yellows.

Soon enough she came to the grand library and slowed down. The wind had stopped hitting her directly in the face and began to move south. Akina stepped inside the warm and cozy library where she waved gently at the librarian. The library had books scattered everywhere. She began to pluck around the books, searching for the one that said "Information on Cherry Blossoms" and lifted the cover for a quick peek. Akina found no interest and quickly trotted out the tall doors and rushed home. She would be late if she didn't get there fast enough and who knows what her parents would do?!

Cain sighed, settled down underneath a tree, and pulled up his brown coat jacket. He wore long gray pants and white sneakers. The rest could not be determined because of the extremely large and bulky overcoat he had on. It was the middle of the summer and he looked like a freaking Eskimo visiting from the North Pole. Several people who noticed him under his tree gasped, pointed, whispered and muttered amongst themselves about the boy who was buried under fur and padding in the shade on one of the hottest days of the year. Cain ignored them and stuck in his earphones which he hooked up to a MP3 player under his jacket. Approximately 2 and a half seconds after sticking them in, the entire area was bombarded by extremely loud rock music, specifically Led Zeppelin's Black Dog musical solos. The 10 people closest to the disruption noticed Cain seemingly unperturbed by the noise. Eventually, one of them got close enough to notice that Cain's earphones were blaring at the equivalent decibel of a jet plane engine at take-off, a level that should have fried his brain. After the song ended, and everyone in the vicinity had collapsed due to massive headaches, Cain got up and walked away.