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08 October 2006 @ 03:03 am
Here is where you will find the application form for this RP; if you have any questions feel free to instant message me at "himesasuke" and I will answer any and all questions when I get them, thanks.

Once you fill out the application-- post it as a reply and I will look it over the moment I get it.

No slacker mods!

Copy and paste the application form, and then fill in your information.

Once you've been accepted:

1. Create a new livejournal for your character -- or modify and clean out an old journal-- but this journal must be only for THIS SL

2. Copy and paste your character profile into your lj profile for easy reference.

3. Join the SL' RP and OOC community.

4. Friend add the other members of the community.[ UNDER WORKS ]

Thank you for looking into this community, we hope it will be ever improving.
your worst nightmare zomgzorxchanelcoco on November 7th, 2006 11:03 am (UTC)
as an example, yo.


Age: lalala.
DOB: 18/02/1900
Username: chanelcoco
AIM: pencilsareheavy


Age: 22
DOB: 22/9/I don't know.
Status/Clan Association: Nara Clan, son of the leader.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual XD

Appearance: look at userpic (x
Personality: Lazy.
History: Known to ba a genius, but not very hardworking member of the yakuza, unfortunately. Will do his work under threat though. Totally unwilling to get his little finger cut (it's a thing they do!) and he almost got it chopped once, had he not wormed his way out with a bit of smart-ass talking. Will inherit the Nara's business and duties. Currently just trying to have as much leisure time before he has to do all that work, sigh.
Example Post: Do I really have to?

Shikamaru leaned against a wall and lit a cigarette. He took a huge drag and let it out with a sigh, but not without wincing at the first puff of smoke.

Once again, he'd been told to meet up with XYZ member of the clan as a consultant for their latest plan. Basically, all he had to do was take one look at the piece of paper and tell them the loopholes.

It was an easy task, but boring. All he wanted to do was drive away to a secluded place (maybe with a chick if she didn't talk too much) and enjoy some peace and quiet. Having meetings about plans, plans, and more plans was definitely not his idea of fun.

Sighing again, the Nara finished up his cancer stick cigarette and walked away briskly. It seemed that for now, the only time life could slow down was when he took a break to smoke.
csc_lupisstone on November 7th, 2006 12:30 pm (UTC)
Application - Kakuzu


Name: Nicole, but I'll answer to literally anything, because I'm called literally everything
Age: 17
DOB: 05/05/1989
Username: csc_lupisstone
AIM: Hentai no Hebi


Name: ...*thinks long and hard* FUCK IT, I want Kaku-bitch. (Kakuzu)
Age: Hmm...probably about 30-ish (33, coming up 34), but he doesn't tell anyone his age
DOB: 5/5/1973 (I think... I know he has my birthday, but he is such a taurus)
Status/Clan Association: Aka-frickin'-tsuki! Hell yeah!
Gender: Male, plzkthx. (Unless you'd wish me to SNJ him - I'd gladly do that, he's a fucking hot bitch)
Sexuality: ...*seriouslylovesKakuHida but doesn't want to make Kaku a whore or anything, but can't imagine him fully homosexual* Bisexual, though most people wouldn't believe it.

Kakuzu wears a white fedora most of the time, and a matching white scarf underneath it, so most people don't realise that he actually has auburn hair (yes, don't ask). As well as that, he seems to wear some sort of black mask to block the rest of his face - the only thing you can clearly are his eyes - which are extremely odd, they seem to be reversed from the normal "human" eye - so the pupils appear white - whether this means his sight is reversed from normal human standards, most people don't know, but it doesn't seem to impair him.

He tends to complete the look of overclothed with heavy, thick suits which hide most of his body from people - though on the little skin you can see, it seems he has some sort of problem with his skin pigmentation - his quite dark skin seems to be mottling into almost chalk white (it's that thing Michael Jackson claimed he had, that I can't remember the name of).

Most people see Kakuzu as a money-grabbing whore, and that's true. He'll do almost anything to hear the pretty clink of gold jingling in his pockets - though he also likes to have fine things - usually why he likes the money so much. He can make so much money that he remains comfortably rich and surrounded by designer things.

Within the Akatsuki, Kakuzu is the self-appointed "treasurer" and spends most of his time collecting bounties to make up for any profit-loss, which he blames on their religious member (and partner? Don't know what y'all wanna do for Akatsuki partnership), Hidan. Despite this, and the obvious hatred he seems to have towards the man, he does seem to put up with him, frequently sewing up material messes the blond makes when fighting.

He knows how to sew, most people don't ask why because his temper is truly the bull's - he seems calm, with a little held irritation most of the time, but if you truly piss him off (stop him making money) you WILL DIE.

As a potential significant other, he's quite aloof and uncaring (even bordering cruel if you're particularly sensitive) until he falls for you - then you'll end up as precious to him as money, which means any bastard who hurts you will end up with a broken neck (he prefers to strangle his victims to death) and over a cliff - unless they've got a good bounty on their head. Money's still important, after all.

He's a little lazy, preferring to allow others to do the fighting, even if their style pisses him off (HIDAN).
csc_lupisstone on November 7th, 2006 12:30 pm (UTC)
Application - Kakuzu: part 2

History: (I think this went in with Personality a little)
His love of money stems from a behavioural experience. As a child he loved shiny objects, his father never made much money though, so as a family they weren't particularly used to the sight of money. One day, they actually won the lottery, and every time Kakuzu would see his father clinking a pile of gold coins with a huge smile on his face it would make him happy.

He'd always had problems with his temper, and unusual strength as the years went by, getting into fights at school frequently because of his conditions with his eyes and skin. He was expelled from his high school after hospitalising a kid during a fight.

Naturally, Kakuzu fell in with the bad crowd, though he never smoked - he was a health freak, after being used to so many years (about five) of backdoor doctors before his family came into money, he doesn't really like doctors, though he has some medical training himself.

Example Post:
Kakuzu's flicked the money between his fingers in boredom, as usual Hidan had decided to take hours with fighting and not let him intervene. Had it not been for the bounty on the head of the man in question, he wouldn't have even bothered staying through this.

His eyes flickered in annoyance as his loudmouth partner screwed up, a string of curses reaching his ears. He stood up from his seat on the wall, dragging the incapacitated blond away from the crowd - broken leg most likely - now he had to fight. Well, at least it would be over soon.

"Quite your bitching, I'll see you when they're dead, you asshole." He shot over his shoulder, Hidan still hadn't shut up. Cracking his knuckles, Kakuzu gripped the gun he kept in case of emergencies (after all, hand-to-hand combat was more interesting) as he saw them aim a shot at his partner. He wasn't worried about Hidan's safety - the man might be slower than him and incapacitated, but it was a damned day if the blond couldn't dodge a shot like that.

Wondering how such an amature shot got such a bounty on his head (Kakuzu hated using guns, and even his aim was better than that), Kakuzu dived forward, punching one of the lackeys in the gut firmly. He winced slightly as the other one took him by suprise, stabbing his side. And this suit was Armani! (The stab didn't bother him, it didn't hit any vitals - it could be healed). Kakuzu twitched in annoyance, delivering a swift back kick to the other one, sending them flying into a dumpster.

Alright, it was just him and the bounty now.

I lost the goddamned bounty thanks to Hidan. If he didn't draw things out so much, we could have been done and back to headquarters before the Leader called. Irritating bastard.

One of the bounty's lackeys caught me off guard as well, I don't know how I let something that stupid happen - ruined my Armani suit. Of course, I don't think he'll be trying that again any time soon. I could care less whether someone found those two before they bled out - they didn't look the brightest bulbs in the box.

And of course, back on the topic of my delightful partner, he also managed to get his leg broken while fighting. Which meant that I had to take over, finish them off and repair it as best I could in an alleyway. He complains like a bitch, but he fucking likes it. The freak.

I think this is the longest application I've ever written!
fedoramods on November 8th, 2006 09:31 am (UTC)
Re: Application - Kakuzu: part 2
yes it's really long!

ok you're in! (X erm, now go make your character journal and reply to this with it (:

btw, I play kakuzu in another comm too! XD
csc_lupisstone on November 7th, 2006 01:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Application - Kakuzu
can see clearly* WTF DUDE, MY TYPING FAILS D8;
csc_lupisstone on November 7th, 2006 01:13 pm (UTC)
Re: Application - Kakuzu
AGAIN - I fail at typing *cries*

"Quit your bitching, I'll see to you when they're dead, you asshole."*

I swear, I'm usually a complete English/Grammar freak. 'M just a little not-with-it today.
miharu_munmiharu_mun on November 7th, 2006 09:03 pm (UTC)
Application - Haruno Sakura


Name: Miharu
Age: 14
DOB: 3.5.92
Username: miharu_mun
AIM: Miharu-Mun


Name: Haruno Sakura!
Age: 18
DOB: 3.28.(Inserts good date here 8D)
Status/Clan Association: Sakura is an under-cover agent for the Uchiha clan.
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight, for now.

Appearance: Shoulder length pink hair, large jade eyes, pale skin, slim, she likes to keep an eye on her weight. Normally she would be seen wearing a belly top and shorts, maybe a skirt. She dresses quite casually when she isn't on the job.
Personality: Sakura's smart but quick to judge, however she doesn't let her initial prejudices overcome what she learns. She's strong willed with everyone but Sasuke and weak willed with him because that's how she thinks he wants her to be. Sakura's arrogant, but clever enough to hide it from some people. She likes to be right.
Sakura is originally from Osaka but moved to Tokyo when she was 10 and has lived there ever since. She became an assassin when she was 14, taking after her father. Of course, her mother didn't like the sound of that but couldn't stop her.

She never attended highschool, instead she had been taught how to fight and kill, and of course, how to become a spy. She has been a spy to the Uchiha clan since she first started, and has always loved the youngest clan member, Uchiha Sasuke.

Example Post [First and Third person are acceptable for the example post]:
Sakura shivered slightly as she walked down the deserted street. It was late november, it was also pretty damn cold. Even though she was wearing a coat and a scarf, it did little to help her.

She was on her way to the Uchiha's compound, it was the end of another week, and she had to tell Sasuke what she had found out. She was looking forward to seeing the handsome Uchiha that she dearly loved.

Only a couple more blocks and she'd be there, anyway. All she wanted to do was get into a warm place...or maybe have someone special to warm her up. But of course, Uchiha Sasuke had never really shown interest in her.

She sighed, putting her freezing hands into her jackets pockets, trying to get warmth back into them.

(Gah...must...sleep....forgive the terribleness of it XD)

fedoramods on November 8th, 2006 09:32 am (UTC)
Re: Application - Haruno Sakura
ok, welcome to ninja_fedoras (x

now make your character journal and reply to this post with that!
pink_agent on November 8th, 2006 07:37 pm (UTC)
Re: Application - Haruno Sakura
Thank you! This is my journal for the RP. ^_^
♥ ♥ ♥: Seraph [Matrix 2&3]hiphopsamurai on November 7th, 2006 11:31 pm (UTC)
Application - Shino


Name: Cris. I'll answer to anything from my character name to my screenname, though, so don't feel you have to remember that. xD;
Age: 18
DOB: 10/01/88
Username: hiphopsamurai
AIM: iAburame


Name: Aburame Shino
Age: 22.
DOB: January 23
Status/Clan Association: Aburame clan, son of the leader.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Probably nonexistent. If seriously considered, the conclusion would have to be "Bisexual" (simply put, gender is irrelevent to him.)

Appearance: Shino is tall, lanky and pale. He possesses an almost freakish resemblance to his father, and likewise his grandfather, and his grandfather's father. His hair is inexcusably wild, a strange light shade of black (almost gray, without aging) and spiked up towards the back on it's own accord. Shino has never, to this day, been outside without his trusty pair of opaque-lens round sunglasses, and has even been known to sleep in them on occasion. He can usually be found decked out in formal suites, covering an entirely unnecessary amount of skin and giving him a sort of nameless, faceless quality that is compounded only by his rather aloof demeanor.

Not that one would be able to tell from beneath his excess of clothing, but Shino has a decent build. No rippling muscles but enough to get by in a fistfight, if anyone actually were able to corner him into one. In this instance, he also carries a handgun on the inside of his coat, but rarely has opportunity or desire to use it (too messy, and way too trackable.)

He is pretty often spotted by his lonesome, and despite his relatively superior stature, he has a way of folding in upon himself and passing by unnoticed. Quite a feat considering the innumerable amount of oddities in his appearance and demeanor.
Personality: At first glance, second glance, and hell... probably every other glance to follow, Shino seems to lack a fundamental personality at all. While this is untrue, he has never been known to dissuade the theory or really attempt to combat it at all. He's standoffish in the sense that he dislikes being in the company of others, unless it will further his personal gain.

Which isn't to say that he's so greedy or self-centered as that, simply he possesses a disturbing single-mindedness that is the inherent reason a clan so small as his has been able to experience as much success as they have.

Said clan also prizes a complete and extreme state of emotional detachment, such that it would be rare to see any of them with any expression at all. Or speak much, for that matter. There, however, is an impeccable logic that comes from the ability to view anything and everything in an objective manner, which might very well be the only actual benefit of their curious aloofness.
History: Growing up in the Aburame household was monotonous at best, despite the preconceived oddity of the clan as a whole. Shino learned from his Father about their business while attending high school and squeaking by with the third highest grades of his graduating class (any more and it would have been sticking out TOO much) before dropping out midway through his sophomore year to immerse himself in the science of spying and assassination. Despite a home utterly brimming with them, curiously no one with Aburame blood has fallen ill as a result of the disease-ridden insects that the clan uses to kill their targets in a manner that won’t be traced back to them.

As a teen, Shino took particularly well to the other half of his family's specialty, namely spy work centered around bugging apartments and people, both for tracking and information gathering purposes. Despite this apparent aptness, until the age of twenty his father still considered him to be under training and most jobs he took were preformed in the presence of Shibi, or in conjunction with him. Now, however, he has branched off and works mostly alone, despite still living in the same house as his Father. He probably won't move out anytime soon, considering the short life expectancy of most people in their ... 'business,' and Shibi's age rapidly approaching the unwritten limit.
♥ ♥ ♥: the 4400 centerhiphopsamurai on November 7th, 2006 11:31 pm (UTC)
Re: Application - Shino


Three minutes until noon.

Long fingers extend to push a pair of sunglasses up and Shino stands stiff-backed in front of a wall to give the illusion that he's actually leaning against it. His other hand is tucked into the pocket of his suit, not entirely out of place in the business district of the city, tapping together in a rare fidget to time the seconds as they went by.

At one minute and twenty three seconds until the midday mark, one man exits and Shino straightens from the wall in a way that indecates that he'd never been leaning on it, before stalking forward without a sound. One minute and fifteen seconds, the pads of his fingers tell him, when they come quietly together.

He knows for a fact that the man hired two informants from different clans. He also knows that whichever one gets the information out sooner is more likely to get paid. And leaving a client unsullied after he or (much less frequently) she shirked on a payment was not good for business. It set an example for future clientelle that was not particularly savory.

Killing the client could be worse.

Shino, for one, desired mostly to leave that diplomatic hogwash to whatever other poor sap that had been hired, so when he fell into step with said client and unloaded from his pocket a computer disk with very, very incriminating evidence, he didn't falter one milisecond between taking the payment and stepping out of the way as the other informant nearly bowled him over in attempt to deterr the transaction.

Successful, the Aburame turned with his shoulder and disappeared into the shadow at the side of the building. Mission complete.
fedoramods on November 8th, 2006 09:36 am (UTC)
Re: Application - Shino
hi shino :D

now make your character journal and reply to this post with that!
iaburame on November 8th, 2006 07:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Application - Shino
Heya! I'm going to use this journal. :3
Nizi: Naruto- time skipzanypomegranate on November 8th, 2006 09:56 am (UTC)
Application - Uzumaki Naruto =D


Name: Nasreen.....I'll basically answer to anything though XD
Age: 15
Username: zanypomegranate
AIM: KingMatsumoto


Name: Uzumaki Naruto
Age: 19
DOB: October 10th.
Status/Clan Association: Naruto does random jobs for clans that ask it of him, he is a half-decent Yakuza member so he does get hired quite a bit. In secret, he's the 'Kyuubi', a top line assassin.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual but doesn't know it yet >> [WANTS SASUKE AND DOESN'T KNOW IT YET.....sorry >_>]

Appearance: -points to DP->> Naruto is bright-eyed, bright blue-eyed. He has wild, blonde, un-tamable hair that matches his enthusiastic personality quite well. He has a natural tan and radiance to him, which isn't natural to most people. He is tall, but actually quite short compared to most guys he knows. One things that usually strikes people about Naruto, more than his clear sparkling blue eyes, is his whiskers. Some people wonder is they're drawn on or not, but in reality they're not. They're burnt on. Only few people realize this because very few people bother to look close enough to realize this. No one is exactly sure how Naruto got his whiskers, no one really bothered to ask anyway.

Naruto is perfect for under-cover missions, why? His orange clothes make him look like a perfectly young, not a Yakuza member, man. Well, maybe a not perfectly, some people, when looking at the orange, think Naruto has a few screws lose. Though, hardly ever does Naruto ever not wear his orange, though at least now, after some...persuasion, he wears black with it.



Though, Naruto is the Kyuubi, no one realizes this. When he's undercover as Kyuubi, Naruto's face is covered by a red-coloured, fox mask. His blonde hair is still seen, and his normal blue eyes are replaced with crimson contacts; Naruto finds this frightens people more than any other colour. Naruto is quite careful, he wants no one to find out that he's the Kyuubi. As Kyuubi, he is dressed in all black and red, his clothes full of pockets to carry his unseen weapons.

Personality: Naruto is, or seems to be, a fun loving person who just loves to live life. No one expects this boy to be a Yakuza member but he is, and from what people know, he's okay at it too. Naruto comes off as loud, brash and overly enthusiastic but the boy's personality doesn't end there, underneath all his happiness and his bright blue eyes is a man that knows the pain of life and has lived it. The 'Kyuubi' is another side of Naruto, a more serious side, a more quiet side, a more crueler side. Kyuubi is not a different person, or a split personality, he's just another side, part of the person called Naruto.

Nizi: Naruto- time skipzanypomegranate on November 8th, 2006 10:00 am (UTC)
Re: Application - Uzumaki Naruto =D
History: Before, just like any other kid, Naruto was happy, pure and free. Though his father, Yondaime, practically ran the 'association'; Naruto still grew up happy. Maybe this was because no one knew he was the Yondaime's son, his mother and him didn't live with his father. Actually, very rarely did Naruto ever see his father, all he can really remember is his father's face and a kiss on the cheek and some loving words from him. It was dangerous to have a family, Yondaime knew this, that's why Naruto and his mother lived in secret, it was too dangerous otherwise.

Then came the day which made Naruto who he is today.

He was outside playing, in the garden, pretending to be a fox. He was only eight at the time, a tender age, he was still only a child. He then heard a scream from his house, his mother's scream. Naruto immediately ran inside, still in his fox outfit, whiskers, tail, ears and all. He was grabbed as soon as he stepped into the house, he tried to kick and scream but after one slap to the face, Naruto quieted down. He was taken into the living room, his mother was there, crying, begging them to let her son go. Then the man pressed something cold against Naruto's face. A gun.

They found out that this was the Yondaime's family.

They demanded to know where he was. What he was planning. Everything. Naruto mother, Nami, swore she knew nothing and only sobbed harder when she was slapped to the face. Finally, the gang, so fed up over Nami, shot her in the head. Naruto watched as his mother died in front of him. He could only look at the men in shock. His mom was dead.

They only laughed at the boy, punching him, abusing him but the worst part was when one of the men said "You want to be a fox little boy, hm?" Naruto still remembers the hot, burning metal against his cheeks. He remembers passing out from the intense pain. They left him alive, barely but alive, they wanted the Yondaime to fear them, Naruto was just a warning. When he came too, his father was there, holding him tightly, repeating how sorry he was, Naruto then feel asleep soon after, so tired. Later, he found out his father had been killed.

Kyuubi was born.

Naruto ran away and his father's loyal follower that knew of his existence could only blindly search for him. They didn't dare put up posters of him, if he was found out to be Yondaime's son, he'd be in so much more danger.

Naruto wandered the streets till he was ten, he was malnourished and sickly, but luckily, he was picked and forced into an orphanage at this age. He was forced to stay there till he reached the legal age of eight teen. During this period, Naruto's wandered the streets and started to get caught up in that business, the only reason for this was he wanted to find out his parents killers. Naruto wasn't stupid, he knew he was in danger, but he also knew, that to his parents murder he was also easy to identify, considering they planted scars on his face. He'd never be safe again as along as they still lived. Because if they recognized him, they'd know he was Yondaimes son and that would have the whole Yazuka after him in-within seconds. He searched but in the end, his search was fruitless.

-continued history and sample in next post-
Nizizanypomegranate on November 8th, 2006 10:08 am (UTC)
Re: Application - Uzumaki Naruto =D
He became good. Too good. He had to cover himself or else he'd stand out too much and be recognized quite easily. 'Kyuubi' became his code name. It was a whole different side to him and Naruto loved it. Kyuubi was the best. He was pricey, if you wanted to hire Kyuubi, the job would be done but you'd need the money for it. And you don't contact Kyuubi, you send the word around that you'd like to 'do business' with him and if wants the job, he'll find you. Kyuubi, to some, is just an urban myth, no one but a few don't know if he's really there or not. If he's real or not. When Naruto hears anything about Kyuubi, he can't help but grin and say "He doesn't exist!". When he says this he can't help but chuckle on the inside.

When Naruto turned eight teen, he quickly left the orphanage and got his own apartment, of course, the money he made from his assassinations as 'Kyuubi' was more than enough to take care of him.

Being Kyuubi keeps Naruto updated on important things and information, he knows all the clans but of course, many don't know him. Uzumaki Naruto is a name few have heard. Naruto plays the 'stupid one' and the 'untalented' to get closer to the clans and their families. At the moment, he's working on the Uchiha clan.

Example Post [First and Third person are acceptable for the example post]:

“The dumber people think you are, the more surprised they're going to be when you kill them.”

It was a quote that suited Naruto perfectly, too perfectly. It should be his motto, he thought to himself as he left his apartment. He grinned to himself his as he stepped into the fresh morning sun. It was moist, chilly and the sun dyed everything in a yellowish haze, leaving the reflections of the water in the puddles on the ground glistening.

A new day.

Naruto stretched and walked leisurely toward the Uchiha compound, he was suppose to bring them a parcel today. Clutching the parcel lightly, Naruto relaxed into his pace, hearing only the sound of his feet thumping lightly against the ground; ignoring the world around him with the yelling of child and honking from cars. He stepped into a ramen stand, deciding the parcel delivery could wait till after his lunch. Who was he to deny himself?

Besides, he was sure Sasuke would understand once he explained the situation. He was hungry after all, after ordering and chatting with the owner, Naruto sat down and glanced at the parcel.

"There can never be surprises in logic."

Naruto allowed himself the pleasure of a grin.


I hope I didn't kill anyone ...>> Yeah, I made up Naruto's mother's name because I just didn't want to keep referring to her as "Naruto's mother" XD

Yeah, I sure there is many mistakes it here ...but hey, it's 6;37 AM...give me some credit XDDD

-is off to bed now- >>

fedoramods on November 9th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Application - Uzumaki Naruto =D
You've been approved! Welcome to the game >:D
hat_and_sandals on November 12th, 2006 06:15 am (UTC)


Name: Kam
Age: 22
DOB: 9/24
Username: doesn't matter
AIM: Uchiha Fugaku


Name: Uchiha Fugaku
Age: 40
DOB: August 16th
Status/Clan Association: of the Uchiha
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight, I swear. The marriage isn't a cover, honest.

Appearance: For the head of a yakuza clan during this period of time, Fugaku's appearance is down to earth. He doesn't funnel earnings into designer suits, flashy jewelry, top-model cellular phones and cologne like the average yakuza. Instead, his appearance echoes the traditional oyabun of generations ago. Western clothing worn outside of the Uchiha property is toned down and rarely varies in pattern. A pair of wooden geta is typically worn, even well into the winter months. Around the home and during yakuza ritual, he wears traditional clothing which consists of subtle colors and patterns, no more than one or two layers depending upon the season.

Fugaku is strict and puts much of his energy toward upholding tradition and applying such tradition within the activities of the family. He is stubborn to change his way of thought and action, even in situations where he can clearly see that he's been at fault. He treats his family, especially his sons and wife, with respect.

Originally, Fugaku was a less-celebrated son of the Uchiha. There was a reason to his quiet upbringing, he later grew up to join the local police force as an inside man. He informed the clan of the police department's involvement with stopping their activities. When the department grew suspicious of Fugaku, he was relieved of his duty and replaced with another member of the clan.

With his proper name restored for the first time in his life, Fugaku remained involved with the yakuza. He was given a much more comfortable lifestyle than the other yakuza grunts his age--not that he acted anything like them. While other yakuza were out until the break of dawn, he stayed within the Uchiha residence and worked out finances, detailed strategies, and new establishments to launder the clan's money through.

It wasn't a surprise when Fugaku decided to take a wife for marriage. He called for an arranged bride. Rumors spread that the bride was given to the Uchiha to assume her family's debts, but this was not confirmed as fact. Children soon followed in their marriage, which were born five years apart.

Fugaku became the oyabun of the Uchiha after a yakuza war wiped out a significant portion on the clan, including the former oyabun.
hat_and_sandals on November 12th, 2006 06:15 am (UTC)
post ii
Example Post:
Fugaku made his sanctuary within his study, a large room with a beautiful view of the garden. It was an off-limits place for anyone outside of his immediate family for any case besides an emergency. His wife had recently treated the tatami with moist green tea leaves, the room was pleasing to the sense of smell. The fine paulownia desk faced the large decorated family mon which stood as the visual center of the room.

He sat infront of that desk for hours spent away at his work. Sometimes, he was kept company with the news report or enka music played over the radio within the room. Other times, the only sound were strokes of the pencil and the ticking of the antique clock set upon the desk.

A few hours passed before Fugaku stood and left that sanctuary. He tucked a long, thin box past the sleeve of his haori before sliding the door shut. The floorboards sang a chorus of creaking like a flock of birds, anyone could hear when someone walked down those narrow hallways.

Fugaku entered his bedroom, and removed the thin box from his sleeve. The box was set down upon the dresser within that room, a place where he was sure his wife would find it. He took a haori off the hanger in that room and slipped it over his shoulders, sure to tie the knot properly before heading out.

He heard the sound of water running and dishes being washed. Fugaku stopped before the doorframe of the kitchen, sure his wife was inside. "I'm heading out. Will you please fold the clothing I set upon the dresser?" Without waiting for an answer, Fugaku stepped toward the door and slipped a pair of worn geta upon his feet. He took an umbrella in hand and stepped outside into the rain, met with three others of the clan.
sadistic_yakuza on November 16th, 2006 08:26 pm (UTC)
Re: post ii
[ Approved, I think. Gotta harass the other Mod a little since I've been on really flakey hours-- I think we agreed to that. But I'm too lazy to switch to the mod SN. :3]
smokin_shika on November 17th, 2006 10:15 am (UTC)
Re: post ii
yep approved (:
organic steel bodyinquisitorial on November 27th, 2006 04:07 am (UTC)
Application-Tobi(part one)


Username: inquisitorial


Age:errr....I'll make him 3 23
DOB:his doesnt have a birthday since he is cool like that! xD 5/15(well...at least until a birthday is revealed)
Status/Clan Association:Akatsuki

Appearance:He has black hair, and that is all that is ever know about his appearence since he wears an odd mask that blocks his face from view.
Personality:Tobi has a goofy and carefree attitude that does not bode well for his work in the Akatsuki. He often annoys his supervisor, Deidara, though he respects him highly, as well as his sponsor Zetsu.
History:Not much is known about Tobi's past, he suffers from amnesia. All he remembers is pain, lots and lots of pain. He wandered around the country for a while, until he was found by Zetsu. Zetsu saved him and from that moment on, Tobi remained loyal to Zetsu. Tobi followed and at some points stalked Zetsu, being his errand boy, hoping to get into the Akatsuki. Finally, after many years of waiting and hoping, Tobi finally managed to get into the Akatsuki, with the aid of Zetsu's reccomendation. The leader, put him under Deidara's supervision by pairing them together for assingments and what not. After five minutes of knowing Deidara, Tobi instantly took to him, respecting Deidara and constantly wanting to know more about him. Deidara was annoyed by this, and hates working with Tobi, but as the leader wishes it, so must it be.
example post tommorrow, now i must get to sleep!
organic steel bodyinquisitorial on December 15th, 2006 01:43 am (UTC)
Application-Tobi(part two)
gah! sorry this is soo late!i blame finals!!

Example Post [First and Third person are acceptable for the example post]:
Tobi gazed at his oddly shaped reflection in the mirror. He couldn't help but not look. It looked so different from what the other members of the Akatsuki look like, although they weren't that normal any way. The odd orange mask found its way onto his face, obscuring Tobi's face from view. Tobi can hear Deidara yelling at him to hurry up so they can do whatever their leader wanted them today. Tobi smiled. His old life was over, whatever it was, so why dwell on it.

"Tobi is coming Deidara!"

((You know, I didn't really mean to make Tobi's RP post so angsty. It is soo unlike Tobi to be angsty!!))
sadistic_yakuza on March 30th, 2007 02:05 am (UTC)
Re: Application-Tobi(part two)
陽炎 - Kagerou - Dragonfly: Default: Loveonyomi_tsuki on November 27th, 2006 09:35 am (UTC)


Name: Lynda
Age: 24
DOB: 07-27-1982
Username: onyomi_tsuki
AIM: TEHxShikamaru


Name: Hidan
Age: 25
DOB: 05-04-1981
Status/Clan Association: Akatsuki
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Celebate, but doesn't mind either gender. Actually he doesn't really have a preferance at all, seeing as he probably has no sex drive. (but I don't know that yet)

Appearance: Bleached slicked back hair, and button down shirts with half the buttons unbuttoned. He generally dresses for comfort, but the snob in him likes to look good at the same time. (Personally I see him in those red and black silk shirts with the black jacket over it. Sadly like a middle aged italian man trying to pick up chicks XD)

Personality: Whiney, bitchy, slightly surfer-esque, always spouting off some random insult, and generally being irritating. He likes to push buttons, and usually doesn't know how far too far is. He's also snobby, egotistical, sadistic and masochistic. But definitely not a kiss-ass. Hidan is also highly religious-to the point of being practically crazy about it. Well, he's crazy anyway, but that's something else.

History: Hidan's father was an abusive asshole, and his mother used alcohol as an escape-often ignoring the screams from her son, and the thwacking sounds of her husband hitting him. It molded, and shaped the way he feels about pain. Having been beaten so often as a child, he'd learned to think of the fire-like hits as something that felt good. Learned to love it, and often tried provoking his father as he grew older, to which the man obliged. Soon it became too hard for him to hold back the moans that welled up, and he knew it was immoral, but couldn’t help it. And neither could his father when he beat him even harder, to the point that it was painful for Hidan, and all he could do was wait until the old man stopped.

He’d laid there in a crumpled heap until he could muster the strength to stand again, already plotting his father’s death. And though it hurt to move, he pushed through the pain until it was like an ecstasy again. He used that, coupled with the images his mind conjured of his father dead. Smiling that night, he snuck into his parents room, swiftly tying his father up, and killing his mother. He wanted to play with his father. Make him pay and suffer for the pain he caused him and his mother.

Needless to say Hidan left his childhood home caked in his fathers blood, and feeling free as a bird. And having hidden well enough after that, it only took a few years before he landed on the doorstep of the Akatsuki. He’d like to think he’d been found by them, but truth is he tried to start shit with them, and landed on their good side. Probably by proving he didn’t quite have so many marbles.

Somewhere in between his hiding, and joining the Akatsuki he found Jashin, and has since used it as part of his work. He gets downright irritating with it sometimes, though.

Example Post: I like pain so that wasn't too much to handle. It was just a fucking shock at first. But blood- it has a weird texture and scent to it. Unique and holds so much life in it, but looking down to see blood pouring out a wound on my leg, that just happened to be a compound fracture? Uh... yeah. That fucking well hurt. And casts are irritating as all hell. WHO THE FUCK KNEW THEY COULD ITCH THIS BAD?! I sure as hell didn't!

Kakuzu you asshole, you should have come in sooner. And been more gentle when you picked me up!

(I uh... took a cue from the Kakuzu post, I hope that's ok...? =D? )
fedoramods on November 27th, 2006 04:23 pm (UTC)
yeah it's ok (:

Ok, you know what to do (x reply here with hidan's journal! xD
youregoing2hell on November 28th, 2006 12:29 am (UTC)
Re: Accepted!
:D! ♥
Accidently Awesome: JJ/Drake Lolzed77warr on November 27th, 2006 10:35 am (UTC)


Name: Em or whatever else: D
Age: 17
DOB: June 6, 1989
Username: ed77warr
AIM: Ed7Warr (Omg I’m so creative sometimes)


Name: Hoshigaki Kisame
Age: 31
DOB: March 18
Status/Clan Association: Akatsuki
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance: Kisame was originally a blond, but has dyed his hair blue. His eyes are a matching pale blue, and he has many piercings, several in his lip and ears. Kisame also has his nipples pierced, but that’s not a very well know fact outside of the Akatsuki.
Personality: Kisame has a masochistic streak, but not nearly as much as Hidan. He enjoys causing others pain more then receiving. His favorite weapons are knives, which he carries with him constantly, several of different sizes. He likes to draw out his murders, incapacitating his victim before either letting them just bleed out or being kind enough to kill them right away.

Though he enjoys torture, he knows when he must hurry up and get it done with.
History: Kisame was, surprisingly, born to normal parents. His father was a teacher and his mother was a house wife. At a young age, Kisame was interested in the life and death of the local strays and birds (When he could catch them). He would take a set of kitchen knives and torture an animal, relishing in the different reactions he could get from certain animals or certain cuts.

When he started killing the neighborhood pets was when he got caught. His parents started him into therapy as soon as they could, watching Kisame like hawks the whole time.

He couldn’t live like that forever. Someone always watching him and telling him how he should act and feel… He would just snap.

After the third therapy session, Kisame managed to slip past his parents, and ran away. Well, ran away, went home after a week during the night to collect his things, and then ran away again. When he was safely away, Kisame was free to live on his own. He could do what he wanted and was quickly swept up in the city life of nightclubs and crime. He taught himself how to fight and kill, finding that killing people was much more rewarding then animals.

Kisame’s memories of the two months before he joined The Akatsuki are a blur of pained head injuries and blood. Being such, he’s not entirely sure if he sought them out or the other way around. It’s not as though it matters. He revels in his position, amused at the fact that his murders are actually helping someone.

Example Post [First and Third person are acceptable for the example post]: His blade sliced through his target’s chest, pushing down till it got caught on rib. Kisame jerked the knife out, watching the man sputtering and coughing up blood as he fell. A quick cursory glance and the bodies strewn about told him that Itachi had covered his back as told.

He hadn’t needed to look around for that, but it was habit.

His silent partner soon came out from another room as Kisame was cleaning off his knife. He looked up at the dark haired man and grinned. Murder always tended to put him in a good mood.

“All clear?” Itachi only nodded, and that was all Kisame really expected.

A noise brought both men’s attention down, the target’s last breaths escaping as he tried talking. It sounded like he was trying to curse them. Itachi snorted, foot crashing down on the dying man’s throat.

Kisame watched the man go through the final spasms of death, and couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

((Also, I wanted to ask about the policy on taking multiple characters. I read the Fugaku's post, and my old Mikoto muse popped up. XD If not, then I'll just stick with crazy Kisame. ♥ ))
fedoramods on November 27th, 2006 06:59 pm (UTC)
Approved :3
fedoramods on November 28th, 2006 07:28 am (UTC)
oh yeah, we've decided: 3 characters per player x) and reply here with your character journal :D
kisakuza on November 28th, 2006 09:24 pm (UTC)
Sorry for the slow reply. My internet was dead yesterday. XD Here's the journal! :D

And that is awesome. *_*
(Anonymous) on December 1st, 2006 01:40 pm (UTC)
[ Me thinks we should wait to accept muli-charas jsut for a little so we can get more people before we start offering them up. :[ ]
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sadistic_yakuza on March 30th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC)
Keepin' it Gangster: stfu im coolhanshi on December 23rd, 2006 10:13 am (UTC)


Name: Jennifer Han
Age: 19
DOB: Aug 5 1987
Username: hanshi
AIM: futurekazekage
E-mail: kyungjhan@gmail.com


Name: Abumi Zaku
Age: 21
DOB: Sept 14
Status/Clan Association: The Sound
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Hetero, yo'z.

Appearance: His wild hair is swept back with a head-piece with metal places on the side of his face to protect his face. Why, even he doesn't know. Must be a fashion-sense thing, if he even has one. His messy appearance doesn't bother him at all, since he doesn't really give a rat's ass about it. He wears a suit jacket and white button-up shirt (untucked in some places) and a loose matching tie. His pants are saggy, and reinforced with a plain leather belt with a silver buckle. The old boots he lug around are loosely tied and completely ineffective in times of escape or fights.

Personality: Brash and quick to fight. He swears a lot, but can keep his cool most of the time. His lack of tact and strategy leads to many broken bones and bruises, but he's also quite a brutal fighter.

History: Brought up in a poor household, and eventually abandoned at a young age, Zaku patrolled the streets as an orphan. He stole, gambled with other kids, caused mischief, and eventually grew up into gangs in his early teens. Of course he started off in dumpy little kid-gangs, but worked his way up. With the money from gambling and stealing, he took care of himself well enough to be let into "better" gangs and in his current gang, the Yakuza. He was never taught the ways of combat, so his tendency to get into numerous fights somewhat concerned the people around him. However, his durabilty and persistence in battle, along with his severe loyalty to the Yakuza, kept him in.

Example Post:

He fiddled with the broken lace that was limp in his hand. It was probably the third one this week, and his 'allowance' was running a little low. With a heavy sigh, he pulled off his boots and threw them into a corner, where dust billowed around them. His room was surprisingly bare, with a few posters hanging on the walls and his bed sitting in the middle. At his desk, he read the letters and notices over again. They were always written in such a complicated way.

Tonight. No flashy clothing. Bring as little as possible.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!" Zaku demanded, slapping the paper in his hand, "No Flashy Clothing? What is this, some sort of dress code? I don't NEED a god damn code to go by. What the Hell is our boss thinking, anyway?!"

He almost regretted saying it, but it's not like he really meant it in a condescending way. Just irritated, that was all. The boss was everything to him, so it was only natural he felt guilty. But still... a dress code?

Rituals and meetings were always held in secret, he knew this, but this seemed a little odd. Orochimaru-sama had never really been the type to care about little things such as clothing and items that anyone brought with them. Wouldn't it actually make more sense to bring a weapon, just in case?

Preparing for the next day ahead of him, he stripped of his regular outfit and slid comfortably into his night wear. Nothing. He prepared all of the things that he wasn't going to bring or wear, and jumped into bed with a sigh.

"On second thought, I think I'll bring the bat."
sadistic_yakuza on March 30th, 2007 01:56 am (UTC)
i_aim_high on March 31st, 2007 10:43 pm (UTC)
Awesome. Sorry it took a while to reply... I was visiting fambily 8)
byoobs!spidermangai on March 16th, 2007 11:52 pm (UTC)


Name: Kim
Age: 15
DOB: 10/13/91
Username: spidermangai
E-mail: rutt_n_tuke@yahoo.com


Name: Kankuro
Age: 20
DOB: 5/15
Status/Clan Association: Sabakuno
Gender: M
Sexuality: Doesn't it think about it much, but when he does- mostly girls.

Appearance: Shaggy brown hair, small black eyes, wide mouth, and a strong jaw. Usually wears black shirts and black gloves with the finger-tips cut off. He wears black jeans, and spiked belts. For shoes, he wears chucks (All Stars, High Tops, whatever you wanna call em XD) unless something else is required. He wears eyeliner most of the time and is known for painting his face when he needs to "get a job done" to conceal himself.

Personality: He enjoys teasing just about everyone, and doesn't know when to quit. He's got an attitude on him, and a quick mouth. He's extremely sarcastic and humorous, but he can be grumpy and mean. Of course, there is a nice/soft side to him, which isn't that hard at all to get on, if you can get past his attitude.

History: His mother died in childbirth giving birth to his younger brother. His father was cold and put a lot of pressure on him and his siblings. He became deeply interested with art when he was young, in an odd way. Painting his face and body in patters and designs. He also holds a collection of puppets. He always had a 'unique' sense humor. He was trained to show little to none mercy, and he carries out so. He even, twistedly, adds humor to his "jobs".
byoobs!spidermangai on March 16th, 2007 11:52 pm (UTC)
Example Post: He knocked on the door, and pulled his gloves on a little tighter. Kankuro rested the baseball bat on his shoulder, and adjusted his sunglasses. The door was opened by a tall man in a suit.

"Hey there, is Mr. Katizaka around?" He flashed a smile.

"Who wants to know?" The crony raised an eyebrow and eyed Kankuro suspiciously.

"Betty fucken Boop, let me in." He took a step and the man immediately placed his hand inside his jacket, fingering a weapon. Kankuro raised an eyebrow. "Now, now, I just wanna talk to him."

"Then what the fuck is that baseball bat for?" He gripped his weapon.

Kankuro shrugged. "I was playing." He smiled.

"Why you wearin' sunglasses?"

"What the fuck are you, a private investigator? I think they look fucken cool. Jesus." He pushed the glasses up ontop of his head. "Happy, Sherlock?"

"You from the--" And a small knife was slipped into his throat.

"Sorry, you asked too many fucken questions." Kankuro let his body fall and stepped over it, inside the room. Three men were pointing guns at him. "... Relax, he's takin' a little nap." Before they even knew he was done with his sentence, he tossed two knives into the two men farthest from him, and knocked the gun out of the hands of the man closest to him with the bat. He head-butted him and held him up to the wall by the throat. "Don't you fucken draw any knives 'cuz there's a chance you might live tonight if you don't. Now I'm the one asking questions. Where the fuck is Mr. Katizaka?"

"Kk---Kat--" He tried to choke out. "Upstairs!"

"Thank you." And then Kankuro killed that man too. He made his way upstairs to the only room with the door shut. He knocked on the door and two bullets whizzed past his head. "Woah-ho-ho! Kati-chan! Shame on you, you know, you have the absolute rudest friends I've ever met!" Three more bullets. Kankuro kicked the door in. "Now put the gun down so I can talk to you." He raised his bat, and Mr. Katizaka shot again, hitting the bat, which snapped in half. Mr. Katizaka was in the corner of the room, sweating like a maniac and shaking like a scared rabbit. "Aw, c'mon. That was my favorite bat. Now how am I supposed to play some ball with you after our talk? I guess you're useless now, huh?" He threw the remaining handle of the bat into Mr. Katizaka's face, splintered side first and lunged for the gun which was being shot aimlessly. He took the gun, then put a bullet in his Mr. Katizaka's head. "This was a fun party, huh?" The man slid down the wall to a sitting position, dead as a doornail. Kankuro reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny tube of face paint, squirting some on his index finger. He made a smile on Mr. Katizaka's face with the paint. "Yeah, you had fun too." He smiled at the dead man, a job well done indeed.
sadistic_yakuza on March 30th, 2007 02:04 am (UTC)
Offically Approved
Ywain (the bastard) Penbryddproudcockatrice on March 30th, 2007 01:34 pm (UTC)
Application - Shiranui Genma


Name: Ywain
Age: 26
DOB: 7/25
Username: proudcockatrice
AIM: kuroihoshizora
E-mail: kuroihoshizora (at) aim.com


Name: Shiranui Genma
Age: 35
DOB: July 17 (an appropriate year)
Status/Clan Association: Independent
Gender: M
Sexuality: Bi, but ridiculously picky.

Appearance: Genma has brown, shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes, and the skintone of a man who spends most of his time indoors. He prefers pinstriped suits, while on the job, topped with a black bowler that holds his hair off his face. While not working, though, he prefers jeans, a t-shirt, and a black bandana. He is almost never seen without something in his mouth, be it a toothpick, mechanical pencil, screwdriver, or something even more random, but always thin and roughly cylindrical.

Personality:Genma is a laid back individual, bordering on outright laziness. He can take almost any emergency in stride, and his trademark vaguely amused smirk almost never leaves his face. You probably want this man to handle either bomb threats or delicate negotiations, although, generally, he's better at bomb threats.

He enjoys console video games -- especially Guitar Hero -- and can frequently be found sitting on his windowsill, with a controller in hand, to enjoy a light breeze. He's also a great fan of good coffee, seville oranges, and schezuan beef.

For those interested in attempting to date him, he responds well to symmetrical faces and gender-neutral scents. He's also very rarely gone out with one person more than three or four times. He's just a bit too self absorbed and lazy to be proper dating material, but he's been called an excellent chew toy -- if you can get his attention.

History: Growing up in Yokohama, Genma had been an average student, spending most of his time goofing off, and some of it actually doing homework. However, after becoming interested in chemistry and physics at the age of 16, he began to study explosives. He got into a bit of a scrape after nearly blowing the wall out of the warehouse he was experimenting in -- the Izumi Police Department had a bit of a word with him about that. Later on, he took a job as an explosives expert for the Izumi Police Riot Squad, in Yokohama, but moved to Tokyo when the Yakuza offered him more money to both make and disarm bombs for them.

Example Post:
He opened one eye and stared balefully at the front door. Someone was knocking. "Nani yo!" he demanded, rolling off the couch, and sticking the sharpie with which he'd been labelling CDs, earlier, in his mouth.

He stumbled across the room, kicking the PS2 controller and a pile of comics out of his way, and opened the door to find Raidou leaning on the doorframe, offering him a job. This one would apparently involve detonating a single room, and only that room, preferrably blowing the rubble outward.

"Rai? That's not going to be easy. I need to see blueprints before I can even tell you if it's possible." He held the door open and gestured for Raidou to follow him in. "On the other hand, for that kind of money, I'll try anything once. But, I'm still not signing the contract until I have blueprints in my hands."

He reached into the fridge and pulled out two beers, offering one to his visitor.
Not Applicable: SharinganBWRofglasstears on March 30th, 2007 10:06 pm (UTC)
Re: Application - Shiranui Genma
Shiranui Genmaslithridden on March 30th, 2007 10:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Application - Shiranui Genma
Yay! This is my character journal. :)
silent_hatake on April 1st, 2007 03:09 pm (UTC)


Name: Arwen
DOB: 1/30/89
Username: yourusername
AIM:: ArvenSedai
E-mail: frickincheng@gmail.com[ Do not worry we will not spam you or any such otherwise thing, this is simply so the Mods can contact you if the other ways fail, Thank You]


Name: Hatake Kakashi
Age: 26
Status/Clan Association: unknown
Gender: male
Sexuality: bisexual

Appearance:Tall, almost slender, strong, but not overly muscular. His hair is pre-maturely silver, and has pale skin to match. His eyes are blue-grey, but he is missing the left one, there’s a large scar crossing along it. He usually keeps it closed, but when he wants to freak people out, he keeps it open, the milky white eye disturbing people. Wears mostly black and tries to keep his face hidden.
Personality:Quiet, almost shy, doesn’t talk much. Very closed, few people know his background or what he is really like. Hides behinds layers of deception and silence. Has no relations to speak of. Has one-stands or simply hires a whore. A life with no handles or connections is very hard to influence or blackmail. He learned that lesson from his father.
History:Father was a very famous assassin for a gang. He taught Kakashi at an early age his bloody art. However, his father fell out of favor when he refused to kill a certain target. Kakashi never knew why his father would not kill this person. All he knew is that one day; he came home to his father’s corpse stretched out one the floor, throat slit, eyes gouged out and tongue cut out. Kakashi was eight.
From then on, Kakashi took care of himself, many considered him a genius. He started stealing to support himself; he had steady hands and quick feet. He managed to avoid gangs until he was thirteen. He got into a fight with a gang member. Kakashi had lost his eye, but the other boy had lost his life. The members of the boy’s gang had found Kakashi later that night, and had beaten the shit out of him. Cables of fire tearing through his chest from his broken ribs, and the bone poking out of his arm, Kakashi realized that he needed allies. Three months later, he joined a gang. He had moved quickly through the ranks, to become one of their top assassins. If you wanted someone dead, all you had to do was call Kakashi.
Example Post [First and Third person are acceptable for the example post]:Kakashi stood over his painfully clean sink scrubbing the blood off of his hands and arms. He carefully sluiced water over his hands, watching as the rusty water swirl around the porcelain basin. Examining his hands he noticed there was still a bit of dried blood under his fingernails. Scrubbing harder, he managed to remove the offending blood. Grabbing a sponge, he then cleaned out the sink. Blood stained so easily, you had to get it out before it dried.
Kakashi then took out his knives. He scorned guns; they were loud, and clumsy. A knife was sleek and, quiet and just as deadly. If he was feeling particularly archaic, or had a large job, he fought with pair of katana. People always questioned his choice of weapons, but he ignored them; their opinions were unimportant.
Taking a soft cloth, he carefully rubbed down the knives, carefully testing the edge. Razor sharp as always. Stretching, he put most of them away, leaving two smaller knives in hidden wrist sheathes.
Pulling off his back shirt, Kakashi carefully examined it. Walking out of the bathroom, he turned off the lights and stopped by the washroom. He threw the shirt in the washing machine and headed for bed.
The beauty of wearing black was how well it hid bloodstains.
sadistic_yakuza on April 4th, 2007 01:57 am (UTC)
We apologize, but your application did not seem to catch the feeling of the character. However, you're welcome to try again, or try for another character.

silent_hatake on April 4th, 2007 02:12 am (UTC)
ok, thanks, ill try another character.
silent_hatake on April 6th, 2007 09:31 pm (UTC)
Kakashi:Part One


Name: Arwen
DOB: 1/30/89
Username: silent_hatake
AIM:: ArvenSedai
E-mail: frickincheng@gmail.com[ Do not worry we will not spam you or any such otherwise thing, this is simply so the Mods can contact you if the other ways fail, Thank You]


Name: Hatake Kakashi
Age: 26
DOB:September 15
Status/Clan Association: independent
Gender: male
Sexuality: bisexual

Appearance:Tall, almost slender, strong, but not overly muscular. His hair is pre-maturely silver, and has pale skin to match. His eyes are blue-grey, but he is missing the left one, there’s a large scar crossing along it. He usually keeps it closed, but when he wants to freak people out, he keeps it open, the milky white eye disturbing people. Wears mostly black and tries to keep his face hidden.
Personality:Quiet, almost shy, doesn’t talk much. However, when he talks, people listen. He exudes a quiet confidence that people respect. Very closed, few people know his background or what he is really like. He’s cool and has a dry sense of humor. However, he’s fiercely loyal to his gang, but hides this loyalty with aloofness.
History:Father was a very famous assassin for a gang. He taught Kakashi at an early age his bloody art. However, his father fell out of favor when he refused to kill a certain target. Kakashi never knew why his father would not kill this person. All he knew is that one day; he came home to his father’s corpse stretched out one the floor, throat slit, eyes gouged out and tongue cut out. Kakashi was eight.
From then on, Kakashi took care of himself, many considered him a genius. He started stealing to support himself; he had steady hands and quick feet. He managed to avoid gangs until he was thirteen. He got into a fight with a gang member, losing his eye in the process, but badly hurting the other boy. However, when the other members of the boy’s gang met up with Kakashi, he changed his mind about going it alone. As he nursed his broken arm, he searched for a suitable gang. He found one in month, and quickly moved through its ranks. He became a top negotiator, using his quiet and easy nature to his advantage. He also did a lot of the surveillance for the gang, discovering precious information about rival gangs, using the stealth and speed he gained from picking pockets as a kid.
silent_hatake on April 6th, 2007 09:33 pm (UTC)
Kakashi:Part Two
Example Post [First and Third person are acceptable for the example post]:
“We’ve come to negotiate.” Kakashi said calmly to a tall, dark haired man, “We’re not a threat.” Kakashi spread his arms wide to show that he was unarmed.
“Hmph,” replied the other man, “Check ‘em anyways.” he called over his shoulder to his subordinates.
“Wait…” cried one of Kakashi’s men.
“Shut it Takumi.” Kakashi quietly muttered “Just do what he says.”
Fuming, Takumi fell silent and let the man search him.
“Well, Hikaru, feel better now that you’ve unarmed us? Kakashi asked pleasantly. Hikaru didn’t reply, merely smirked.
Kakashi ignored him, and focusing on the goal at hand. “My gang wants to increase its territory,” he said bluntly, “This might cut into your territory, but it can be beneficial to both of us.”
“I don’t think so.” was Hikaru’s bored reply. Abruptly, he drew a gun, pointing it steadily at Kakashi’s head. “We’re gonna negotiate this on my terms I think.” Kakashi’s smile didn’t change, though Takumi was unsuccessfully trying to suppress his swearing. Calmly, he reached into his jacket.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” Hikaru sharply asked. “Stop it.”
“I’m just getting a cigarette.” Was Kakashi’s calm reply. “See?” He held out the pack and lighter. “Besides, you already checked us.” Then, seemingly ignoring the gun pointed at his head, Kakashi light a cigarette and took a long draw. Carefully he watched Hikaru’s reactions, watched as frustration and anger played over the other man’s face. Watched as the gun’s aim wavered with the other man’s distraction. The time to act was now.
Kakashi threw himself backwards, one foot lashing out and catching Hikaru straight on the knee, the other man fell down with a crash. The gun’s report was a violent explosion; Kakashi could feel the bullet grazing his cheek. Flipping up, he slammed the gun out of the other man’s hand, and smashed his foot down on his chest, pinning him. With lightening quick hands, he grabbed the knife on Hikaru’s belt and pressed it to his throat. The furious action of the room instantly stopped.
Ignoring the blood dripping down his face, Kakashi leaned in. “Well, it looks like we’ve gonna have to negotiate on my terms now.”
Shiranui Genmaslithridden on April 9th, 2007 08:17 am (UTC)
Re: Kakashi:Part Two
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