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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 4:36 pm
Name: Michyo Hara
Age:8
Village:Sound
Eyecolor: ice blue
Haircolor/stye: long bleach blonde normally pulled back in a red ribbon
Hieght: 4 foot 5
What charecter wears: baggy hooded red top with black shorts. she wears her mothers gold locket around her neck and the anklet her father made for her out of rope when she was a baby.
Skincolor: unusually dark
Weapons: puppets
Birthdate:July 5th
Bio: Michyo was born in the sand village, her mother was killed a about week after her birth and father was a lowly merchant. She had incredible puppet abilities and was kidnapped by a mysterious sound villager when she was only 6. She has lived with an sound village elder man ever since.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2008 9:13 pm
I declare this RP open!!!!!!
Date August 4th
Time6:00 am
Nara Tsume yawned and rubbed his eyes as he walked down stairs for breakfast, wondering why ninja school started at such an early hour. As he reached the bottom of the stairs the familar smells of his mother's perfume mingling with dog scent and the smells of cooking bacon and eggs hit him and he grinned.
Tsume sat at his usual spot and waited patiently to be surved, wondering why his father, Shikimaru, was not at the table. "Where's dad?" He asked after his curiousity had gotten the better of him.
His mother sighed and turned away from the eggs she was cooking. "The hokage requested his counsel." She said, a bit of pride in her voice.
Date August 4th
Time7:45 am
Tsume set a nervous smile on his face as he entered the school, Akihiko, his dog compainion was sitting on his shoulder. He stroad up to the bulletion board and checked to see who's class he was in, his jaw dropped when he saw that he was in his father's class.
He quickly reported to the assigned room and saw that his father was not there, though it seemed as though almost none of the other students had arrived yet. He set Akihiko on the desk and leaned on the desk to take a nap.
Date August 4
Time: 6:00 am
Yamagochi Setomi sat at the table as Temari finished eating, pondering why he still used his surname, his parents were dead, why did he keep it, it sounded goofy.
He was drawn out of his thoughts by Temari's voice. "Huh, what was that?" He asked.
She smiled at him and gestured to his bedroom. "You're exsucsed, go get ready for training, Kankuro-sensei will be here in twenty minutes to walk you there." The boy nodded and changed into his normal outfit.
Date August 4
Time: 8:00 am
Satomi smiled slightly and inhaled the scent of the freshly turned earth of the out door training field. He looked ahead at the target that was placed twelve meters away, he grasped the cold metal of the kunai in his hand and concentrated on the tiny red dot on the target.
He threw the kunai, it sliced through the air and wizzed into the target, sticking next to the one he had thrown a minute earlier.
Kankuro-sensei walked to his target and gave him a thumbs up. He had hit the target, he frowned, it had taken five tries to hit that one. He would have to practice after lunch or dinner, maybe both.
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