Post by Riley on May 1, 2007 19:05:29 GMT -5
Name: Jung Woo Shikon
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: 5’9” and 125 lbs. Dark honey blonde hair. Big brown doe eyes. Lightly tanned skin. Wears loose clothing: layered t-shirts, cargo pants, and sneakers. His most defining feature is that he looks a lot like a girl, especially when he doesn’t bother to cut his hair.
Personality: He’s very passive, and has a don’t-care attitude, but he is easy to get along with, especially if you bribe him with a soda to come and talk to you. He doesn’t have a temper, and shows little emotion unless he is in a fight. Despite his frail appearance, he is strong, which takes his opponents off guard. Although he does get in fights, he tries to avoid normal confrontations as much as possible. If he’s walking along, slurping a smoothie, and someone starts waving and walking over to him, he turns around and walks away. He’s a bit of a coward. He’s trying to make up for that, and his girlish looks, with fighting. He has an intense like of dogs as when he was younger he found a stray he later named Ghost though it died after it got run over by a car.
Hobbies: Chewing on things, like straws or bits of hay. Getting in fights.
Likes: His solitary existence. He does what he wants when he wants. Smoothies. Soda. Tasty food. Fun hats, like a hat that’s a creature eating your head but it’s still a hat.
Dislikes: Cars. Bad experiences with them. Brain freezes. People who abuse animals. Girls who hang all over him.
Background: His parents died in a car crash when he was very young, about four. He remembers little of them, just big warm giants with fuzzy features who would kiss him goodnight and smile and tell him what the different names of animals were. His aunt, who had a daughter about the same age, his cousin, helped bring him up, but he moved out into an apartment near the compound as soon as he could. It’s not that he was ungrateful- it just felt too awkward and a little bit painful to see his aunt drown his cousin in love and affection. It was easier just to leave and not have to deal with it every single day. The Head didn’t really mind that he moved out; Jung is easily unnoticeable.
Weapon(s): Street fighting moves. He can really throw a punch.
Jewel Sign: Topaz
"Cursed" Appearance: Golden retriever dog, a bit more golden than average.
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Appearance: 5’9” and 125 lbs. Dark honey blonde hair. Big brown doe eyes. Lightly tanned skin. Wears loose clothing: layered t-shirts, cargo pants, and sneakers. His most defining feature is that he looks a lot like a girl, especially when he doesn’t bother to cut his hair.
Personality: He’s very passive, and has a don’t-care attitude, but he is easy to get along with, especially if you bribe him with a soda to come and talk to you. He doesn’t have a temper, and shows little emotion unless he is in a fight. Despite his frail appearance, he is strong, which takes his opponents off guard. Although he does get in fights, he tries to avoid normal confrontations as much as possible. If he’s walking along, slurping a smoothie, and someone starts waving and walking over to him, he turns around and walks away. He’s a bit of a coward. He’s trying to make up for that, and his girlish looks, with fighting. He has an intense like of dogs as when he was younger he found a stray he later named Ghost though it died after it got run over by a car.
Hobbies: Chewing on things, like straws or bits of hay. Getting in fights.
Likes: His solitary existence. He does what he wants when he wants. Smoothies. Soda. Tasty food. Fun hats, like a hat that’s a creature eating your head but it’s still a hat.
Dislikes: Cars. Bad experiences with them. Brain freezes. People who abuse animals. Girls who hang all over him.
Background: His parents died in a car crash when he was very young, about four. He remembers little of them, just big warm giants with fuzzy features who would kiss him goodnight and smile and tell him what the different names of animals were. His aunt, who had a daughter about the same age, his cousin, helped bring him up, but he moved out into an apartment near the compound as soon as he could. It’s not that he was ungrateful- it just felt too awkward and a little bit painful to see his aunt drown his cousin in love and affection. It was easier just to leave and not have to deal with it every single day. The Head didn’t really mind that he moved out; Jung is easily unnoticeable.
Weapon(s): Street fighting moves. He can really throw a punch.
Jewel Sign: Topaz
"Cursed" Appearance: Golden retriever dog, a bit more golden than average.
