Personality: Fuku tends to be a well balanced person. She's cool, calm, and collective surprisingly from the things she's been through. However this shouldn't be mistaken. Fuku is known to have a bit of a violent temper which usually has a very dark twist to it. All around when she meditates and has a rather peaceful surrounding it seemed it doesn't really matter to her what happens. Laid back usually and just easy going.
Likes: + Swords/Blades of any kind + Sweets + Flowers + Relaxing Places
Dislikes: - Jocks/Preps/Show offs - Bullies of any kind - Bitter Foods - Snakes
Skills: Pretty skilled in using blades hence being the Kendo Captain
What you look for in a partner: Anything really... They just have to seem interesting to me.
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Bio: Fuku had came from a family where Swordsmen were a greatly needing thing. When she was younger, she would learn swordsmanship from her father. At the age of 10 Fuku had entered a small class aside from her normal schooling. The Kendo Club. This gave her other skills aside from what her father had shown her. At the age of 12 however, her mother had become deathly ill within days, which took a drastic turn claiming her mother's life. Her father, mourning over his wife, had left one afternoon never returning. Fuku didn't understand to where he had went, and why though after a few years at the age of 14 she had became the new Captain after beating the previous one. now she runs the Kendo Club as if it were her pride and joy in life. Now at the age of 17, she teaches all students who enter the class.
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◔"Get off of my back you'll never make me feel regret This is who I am and I ain't looking back Finding my way out of a nightmare,
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2014 1:16 pm
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Username: Ashen Nights
Name: Namara Kubara
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Hair/Eye Color: Hair - Pastel Pink Eyes - Bright Green
Hair Length: Just a little past his chin
Height/Weight: 5'10'' 150 Lbs
Scars/Tattoos: - A scar runs down from his right shoulder and around his abdomen and ends at mid stomach. - He's got a scar that runs down his spine that makes it appear that he had some sort of a surgery.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Race: Shinigami - Repear
Ethnicity: Japanese/American
Marital/Relationship Status: Single
Weapon(s): Dual Katanas and a Scythe that can be summoned from time to time.
Personality: Namara is rather Stoic at times, a bit quiet and self reserved. However he does have a sweet side to him when it comes down to it. It seems however when Namara is enraged, it's where he get's his name the Silent Psycho. Though his exterior is rather calm, cool, and collective, it seems all of that fades instantly and he becomes full of fury. He won't hesitate to raise his blade to anyone in his way.
Likes: + Swords/Blades of all kinds + Animals whether they be dangerous or just house pets + Dying his hair different colors + Wide-open places
Dislikes: Bright sunny days - Annoying people - Unnecessary fighting - When people bother him about the scar on his back
Skills: Slight amount of hand-to-hand, and then swordsmanship.
Physique: Well built, slight muscular and athletic slightly slender.
Health: Alive and well so to speak.
Strengths: Any bladed weapon, though he's best with his katana.
Weakness: When it comes to certain fights, it seems like he just doesn't care...
What you look for in a partner:
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Bio: Being the first born child, Namara was always given the most attention. That was until his younger sister was born. When his younger sister was born, his parents would pay more to her. However this didn't bother him the slightest. He felt like it was his job to protect her. Through the years of schooling, Namara always stood a few feet back from his sister to ensure no one would hurt her. Soon after he had graduated however he found it more difficult to and slightly let up on it.
Going through school himself he always seemed like the kid who had little to no interest in anyone around him. He would stay to the back of groups that would invite him to go places, he would pretty much remain a wallflower. One day after coming home, he found that his mother had left, taking his sister with him. Namara became enraged with this and called out his father on this ordeal. He explained that the woman that had once been his long time lover, had had enough of his mindless killing ( Which only served as balance ) and decided to leave him for a normal life. Namara didn't seem to understand and lashed out at his father. Casting him to the side, Death looked at him then simply shook his head. Pointless anger lead to pointless death. Namara glared at him then slowly rose to his feet once more, this time grabbing his blade and slashing at his father. Death shook his head then threw Namara to the side once more before looking down at his son, "Your weak, you couldn't stand a fight against anyone. Your hopeless." Grimacing Namara shook his head slowly before pushing himself up once more them glaring at his father, "One day I'll surpass you, and it will be of my own accord not by any means of raw power." He said then packed his things and left.
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