Post by Hiro on Jan 27, 2006 17:26:57 GMT -5
Your Name: Amy (remember Rin?)
Your Age: 15
Character you are applying for: Hiro
---
How much experience do you have?
In role playing? Years. Maybe three or so, I believe. In Fruits Baskets...I've done a few, but it's hard to find a nice literate one, so...
How often can you role play?
I get on everyday in the afternoon, get off to do homework for a bit, and am usually back on again. So, a lot.
How much of Fruits Basket (either anime or manga, but this is an anime based roleplay) have you seen/read?
Um, up to 105 or 106 in 18th volume, and I've seen/own all the DVDs.
His hiking boots, worn with the use of too many days and too much favoritism, scuffed against the grey paved cement in front of the prestigious middle school. Where was she? The early afternoon sun revealed an impatient expression. He wanted to see her; where was she? Certainly not with the stupid woman again. He wanted to spend time with her.
It would seem that Hiro Sohma was not only impatient, but somewhat selfish. At least when it came to Kisa. Still, he was dealing with a lot, for being twelve. Well, almost thirteen thank you very much. The mind of an adult still caught in the awkward feelings of a child, leaving him confused and often angry.
His eyes traveled along the old building, the students milling around after having been let out. No spot of orange amidst the masses of brown, black, and, occasionally, blonde. He would’ve spotted Kisa, she always stood out. He turned abruptly away from the school, heading down the street unhesitatingly, his fists shoved into his leather jacket, branded across the back with a skull and eye patch. So, she was either home already, or with the stupid woman. Hiro’s steps faltered a moment as he weighed the options. Let’s go with stupid woman, yeah, that worked.
He didn’t like her, with all her speeches and empty headed smiles. He did not like her because Kisa liked her, which, in some alternate universe sort of way, made sense. She was stealing Kisa from him because he couldn’t be there. A childish conclusion, to be sure. He was certain those were his feelings on the woman, but even as he reached the conclusion, he ruffled his own sandy hair, so that it now fell in thick locks around his gentle face. Yep, he didn’t like her, but, much though she annoyed him, with how much Kisa wanted to hang out with her, he’d gotten used to her maddening empty headed-ness. If only for Kisa’s sake.
It was easy to say that Hiro was an adorable boy. He was fair skinned, with large light brown eyes, a captivating almond shape. His face was gentle, bordering on delicate, and it seemed that the beauty that ran in the Sohma line had not been skipped in this boy. He was tall for his age, and that combined with his looks made him seem older than he actually was, but those delicate looks held a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue, which he had the unfortunate habit of using when things didn’t go well for him.
Hiro sighed as he looked at the paper door in front of Gure-oji’s house. With only a moment’s hesitation, he pulled off his boots, straightened his jeans, and knocked.
Your Age: 15
Character you are applying for: Hiro
---
How much experience do you have?
In role playing? Years. Maybe three or so, I believe. In Fruits Baskets...I've done a few, but it's hard to find a nice literate one, so...
How often can you role play?
I get on everyday in the afternoon, get off to do homework for a bit, and am usually back on again. So, a lot.
How much of Fruits Basket (either anime or manga, but this is an anime based roleplay) have you seen/read?
Um, up to 105 or 106 in 18th volume, and I've seen/own all the DVDs.
His hiking boots, worn with the use of too many days and too much favoritism, scuffed against the grey paved cement in front of the prestigious middle school. Where was she? The early afternoon sun revealed an impatient expression. He wanted to see her; where was she? Certainly not with the stupid woman again. He wanted to spend time with her.
It would seem that Hiro Sohma was not only impatient, but somewhat selfish. At least when it came to Kisa. Still, he was dealing with a lot, for being twelve. Well, almost thirteen thank you very much. The mind of an adult still caught in the awkward feelings of a child, leaving him confused and often angry.
His eyes traveled along the old building, the students milling around after having been let out. No spot of orange amidst the masses of brown, black, and, occasionally, blonde. He would’ve spotted Kisa, she always stood out. He turned abruptly away from the school, heading down the street unhesitatingly, his fists shoved into his leather jacket, branded across the back with a skull and eye patch. So, she was either home already, or with the stupid woman. Hiro’s steps faltered a moment as he weighed the options. Let’s go with stupid woman, yeah, that worked.
He didn’t like her, with all her speeches and empty headed smiles. He did not like her because Kisa liked her, which, in some alternate universe sort of way, made sense. She was stealing Kisa from him because he couldn’t be there. A childish conclusion, to be sure. He was certain those were his feelings on the woman, but even as he reached the conclusion, he ruffled his own sandy hair, so that it now fell in thick locks around his gentle face. Yep, he didn’t like her, but, much though she annoyed him, with how much Kisa wanted to hang out with her, he’d gotten used to her maddening empty headed-ness. If only for Kisa’s sake.
It was easy to say that Hiro was an adorable boy. He was fair skinned, with large light brown eyes, a captivating almond shape. His face was gentle, bordering on delicate, and it seemed that the beauty that ran in the Sohma line had not been skipped in this boy. He was tall for his age, and that combined with his looks made him seem older than he actually was, but those delicate looks held a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue, which he had the unfortunate habit of using when things didn’t go well for him.
Hiro sighed as he looked at the paper door in front of Gure-oji’s house. With only a moment’s hesitation, he pulled off his boots, straightened his jeans, and knocked.
