ya... some parts are really long so... it's not like you have to read it.




User Data
Full Name: Aijou Nero
Nicknames: ---

Guild:---
Guild Profession:---

Magic of choice: Seidhr

Age: 15-ish
Birth Date: march 1, dog
Gender: male
Sex Orientation: straight
Race:Human

Appearance

Physical Description: His plump face has a short chin appearing pointier than his nose, and behind the brunette bangs hanging over his face are hiding round brown eyes. His build is rather boney and short –for a fifteen year old any way. His pants were belted with knotted strings. The double wide sleeves of his shirt had black stitching running up them, and the rest of his shirt was stuffed under his somewhat formal –yet awkwardly long and ill fitting– vest making it bulge up in un even heaps.

Personal Information

Height: 5’1

Weight: 100 lb (I use the metric system so I have no idea if this is right)

Personality: as most under socialized children end up, Aijou has trouble understanding irrational acts by others and won’t often see value in others. While he’s generally optimistic a bout some things (-mostly due to lack of understanding them,) he also has issues with.

Personal Skill: Ventriloquism

Family: (lol, I didn’t expect it to be this long. It seemed so short before I wrote it out but then I had to write out stuff I was going to leave implied and I found myself adding more and more. Sorry, but it was quite fun on my half. If you want a short story then his mother was the quiet, brave and ingenuic type, and his father played the part of a hard working, caring fool who loved his wife vary much. There, in a nut shell. For any one board enough, I have the rest of it as well)
Mr. and Miss. Nero married and moved into the mountains to begin living the more “rewarding life.” They soon realized that as well as escaping the busy town life, they also put a steep road between there home and all suitable sources of income. Because of this technicality Mr. Nero found him self on the horsemen’s fairy every morning and evening as he traveled back and forth from the city (lol, the “horseman’s fairy” was like a scheduled carriage, not a mysterious spirit.) Not a lot of people needed the fairer’s services so his prices were high. Pledging not to spend another cent on the fairy a daily pay was found, Mr. Nero searched all night, and then late in the morning found a teaching job he was more than qualified for. With her husband gone during the day, Miss. Nero was quite lonely- as any one would be. So, hiding it so she wouldn’t make her husband feel guilty- Miss-Nero began to carve a variety of kokeshi and matryoshka dolls from birch wood. She hid them in her stash, under some loose floor boards in the kitchen. Then, Sunday mornings after her husband’s carriage had left and the sun had rose, she would begin walking down the vary same steep and rocky paths the horses had left on. Once Miss. Nero found herself at the city ( the one she thought she had left behind, ironic,) she would sell her dolls to a willing merchant. At first they were hardly worth anything, it took the whole week for her to make her first two. But as time progressed her dolls became more and more beautiful, and soon she had the smoothest wood-craft the village had ever seen. The merchant began offering more, and soon other merchants eagerly began waiting for her every week, ready to make higher offers. She was no longer aiming to make up for the money lost on the fairer, but now she exceeded it. Soon her crafting was making as much profit as her husband’s job. Then, as she continued to become better and faster with wood, she eventually was making more than him. She worried her husband would ask where the money was coming from, but by the time he got home he was so exosted he never so much as wondered. So he worked his hardest for her, and she worked his hardest for him, and nether of them had ever felt lonelier.
They were settled and all was well, they had more than enough money to go on living there accustomed “rewarding life.” But one week Miss. Nero found the path more challenging, her ankles grew week and she had only arrived home after dark -and only a few minutes before her husband’s carriage came up behind her. “Maybe I’ve gained weight? I haven’t been eating any more than usual. My age must be catching up with me?” she began to thinking it was just that, but she was gaining weight for a different reason, the next week she kept a brisk pace to keep up, but Miss. Nero became tired before she turned back. The week after that she didn’t even bother going to town. Her body began to tell her with common tell tail signs. One morning, she asked her her husband to carry a letter to her maiden family, telling him not to read it until he arrived to mother’s house, and only then was he allowed to read it, and he had to read it out loud. In it was only a short note, in two minutes and someone could have re-written it, but hours of though were put into that letter. It said only one thing; that Miss. Nero had a baby on the way.

Techniques

Equipment:
-Jurojin doll, currently holds the soul of Junai Nero
-Benten-sama doll, holding the soul of Yoji Nero(maiden name Jukugo)

Completed RP Jobs
S - 0
A - 0
B - 0
C - 0
D - 0


Biography:
(first person, yes this one is long to. It’s not like you have to read it)
“You’ll never know how much you’ll miss it when it’s gone.” Isn’t that what they say? I miss my mom’s voice. I miss her smile. No piece of tree or metal can be carver to match it- believe me, I really did try. She was always smiling, even when she wasn’t happy she was smiling. No. not all the time. I can remember one time she wasn’t, when dad was really late from work. Sometimes I would stay up late so I could see him when he came home, but that one night he was really late. Mom was staring out at the wet road waiting for him, she hung a candle in the window and everything. She was pretending to do dishes, but she was rubbing at the same bowl when the sun went down, and out the other side of the glass was in pitch black. I was at the table pushing a carrot around, I wasn’t vary hungry that day. but mom just the same acted like she didn’t see me there. I think she know I was waiting for him, any other day and I would have long been in bed. Thunder cracked at the wind a few times.
The bowl shattered against the counter as mother rushed to the door. There was dad holding his suit case over his head like a hat. He was soaked head to toe. They were both smiling, mom had a full mouth of teeth and tears streaming down her face. I found out latter that the carriage snapped a wheal as it was leaving town, and dad walked the whole way up the hill in the rain and dark to get home. I never herd of any one walking down those pates, mom told be it was vary dangerous.
But shortly after that, I had to stay in bed for a while. I remember how well lite mom kept the house, she also decorated everything with wooden dolls to. Whenever I opened my eyes, nearly everything was covered in a back drop of white. I looked up and saw my mother sitting on my bed, she brushed the hair out of my eyes with her finger types, and tolled me everything was going to be alright. She was there every time I opened my eyes for nearly two days. Later when I asked mom why she stayed there so long, she looked at me odd. Mom told me during that time, every time she went up to see me I was asleep. She told me it was probably my grandmother measuring my temperature and I probably just dreamed it was my mom instead. I looked back at her oddly, grandmother had died from chimney flue so long ago. At that time I couldn’t even remember her.
But the whole time I had to stay in bed, I can’t remember my dad ever visiting me. I know he took time of work because sometimes, if I listened really hard I could hear him talking to someone outside my room. It sounded like he was asking for something- he said the word “please,” a lot, so he must have been.
Until recently, I never considered that I might not have gotten sick if the carriage hadn’t broken down. It was only after that my mom got sick. It was in the middle of summer so we’ll never now how. My dad and I stayed home to take car of her, dad tried not to cough when mom was awake. Then one day mom couldn’t drink water even when dad held the glass for her. She couldn’t even sit up, and dad wasn’t that healthy looking either. Mom told him it was ok, that it was her time for something, and not to worry. She told him that her mother said that she did like him, just not his job. She told me not to worry. She told me I would find belonging one day, and something I was good at that could solve all my money problems. Mom closed her eyes, and dad fell beside her. Neither of them would move. I started crying. I didn’t want them to go, where were they going to go? With out even a thought, I saw the two dolls. Part of an un finished set, Jurojin and Benzaiten. I didn’t want them to leave, I wanted them to say so badly. And then, they did. But I can’t hear them speak, and I wonder how they feel, if they feel. I felt my eyes beggining to burn- and then, my parents didn't have to go anymore.