Hoshigaki, Kisame {Finished<3}

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KISAME HOSHIGAKI


When Humanity creates a hierchy
Placing blowholes above anemones
When sovereign nations have made it policy
Slaughter anything that goes with wasabe
In the food chain, there is a third rail
Winking at mass murder of the yellow tail
Let 'em suffocate, there's no intelligence
They don't jump through hoops for an audience

Say a prayer for the Earth as you make a wish
Who will shed one tear for the tunafish,
or the thousand other species on the ocean floor?
{Unseen Tears of the Albacore: The Vandals}

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Thunder in the distance

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full name Kisame Hoshigaki.
nicknames In a time not too long ago, Kisame was known as the Shark, or the Deon Shark. Being that is accurately the translation of his name into english, and before of his record.
age Twenty-Six; March 18th.
gender Male, and that part, at least, isn't hard to tell.
sexuality It would be a hell of a lo easier to depict Kisame's sexuality if he wasn't so far off the grid with that sort of thing. He hadn't had a date in years and doesn't seem to want much to do with it at the moment; He's enjoying what he's doing now, rather than worry about any of that.
occupation Teaching. Yeah, that's right, Biology, actually. Why teaching? Well, when you've got nothing better to really do with your time, you spend more years in collage than needed and still can't figure it out; That means teaching's the job for you.

I realized what I wanted to say

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Physical AppearanceToppling over most people at a hieght of six feet, four inches, Kisame weighs a healthy (according to the doctor who's not bothered by his freakish stature) one-hundred sixty-eight lbs. Being twnty-six there aren't any wrinkles here or there, however, Kisame has a few, well, more defining features (Yeah, he could never rob a bank up-front and get away with it). Being the shark in his little group of punks and outcasts, it was a good idea (at the time) To get four tattoos: all the same of the three gill marks, however, in different places. His first tattoos were the parallel gill-marks slightly to the side, yet below his round eyes. The others were places a bit better: on his chest below his collarbone. The man also tends to wear his blue (yes, blue, as in he dyed it) hair in what would looks like a settled top-hawk: It's matted with a bit off hairspray, but still plenty flexible. His body is decently toned, and is what you could call a tanker (for he'd easily plow most average people over with ease). He has round eyes, defined bone-structure, and creamy-white skin. Though the most set-off thing about him is the fact that he has sharpened teeth; Don't ask why, it was something he did when he was younger and doesn't care enough to get it fixed. Though he tends to wear wife-beaters, tee-shirts, and the sleeves. Jeans are a favorite, and every now and then he'll wear some sort of loose headband-thing that no one quite knows how to describe.
Personality Kisame was one of those people that were nearly impossible to describe. He had a bit of a harder life, but by no means wanted pity for it. He takes pride in being different and gave up on the opinions of others. The man rarely finds a good friend in anyone, for he has the kind of idea that 89% of the people you'd meet in a lifetime are full of shit. The more upfront with him you are, the more he'd trust you. For it takes about an ounce of respect for him to talk to you, or even care what you have to say, however, it takes a full few tons to get him to respect you and be able to call you an equal. Though that doesn't mean you can fuck around with him as much as you please. No. Though Kisame is fairly tolerant, he can tell when you're not upfront, and tends to loose his cool. People using him, abusing him, or just plainly being exactly whom he doesn't want in his life tends to annoy him. And though he looks different from your average person, it doesn't mean he's an idiot. Kisame prides himself on being able to see through people, at least in close contact.

Though that doesn't mean he can't have fun. Most of everything he does is for himself, and his own enjoyment. He does like to crack jokes here and there, mostly to make his students feel uncomfortable, or to make someone who's pissing him off know it. He doesn't sugar-coat anything, either. If he doesn't like you, Kisame tends to tell you to back off, or get the hell away with no troubles. He tends to under-analyze everything, and simplifies anything. He likes it to the point where it's short, and easier to read. You talk like you're an idiot, then you are one. You act like an ass, then you're that too. It tends to be common cycle of taking what the basis of your personality is and making that out to who you are to be. Occasionally, Kisame connects with someone, and very loyal to whom he connects with, stays with them until something in that department goes horribly wrong. He's a realist, and likes to look at everything from a realistic perspective (not in the, oh there's nothing I can do about it, fashion, but the 'I can't stand this general area of the society, so I give up on caring about it' sort of way). Though he loves being around people. Times spent alone is his own freedom, but being around the general masses gives him the feelings of hatred, aggression, and humor that he so holds onto.

People are what keeps Kisame from spiraling downhill. As if there is a little light inside the man that hopes for a better society and masses of people, instead of those fake masks and cold statures. Though he tends to be a bit more relaxed then you'd expect. He likes to laugh things off more than he likes to dwell on them. Instead of letting everything harvest in him, a little incident happens to be something he couldn't care less about. It's mostly when someone he cares for (and puts his faith in) tends to betray him, is when he get's a bit more concerned. The Hoshigaki, Kisame, is generally an unraveled spiral of everything mixed under a cool exterior. Though, hell, who says sharks can't have fun?
Strengths Intelligent You could have a full on conversation with Kisame and his attention probably wouldn't waver once. He's very intelligent, and tends to get and understand things a bit more on a higher level.

Independant Kisame knows how to act upon just himelf, and he does wit with ease. Though he always likes to be pre-occupied or busy with something, most of it's on his own.

SeriousKisame has a serious side, and a joking kind of side. When he gets serious, it's not the greatest thing in the world, however, he'll get whatever he wants done.

Flexible It's very easy to get Kisame to go or do something if there is at least a bit of entertainment for himself. Plus the more he stopped caring about the rest of the world, the more enjoyment he got out of it.
Flaws Faithless: Kisame isn't much of a believer in anything anymore, and though he mostly does anything nowadays for the enjoyment, he still doesn't have much faith in people, which can make it hard for him to actually form a relationship with anyone.

Anger Kisame isn't easy to anger, however, when you get him to that point, truly, it's not something you want to see.

Inconsiderate Though Kisame fully realizes when a person is scared, upset, hurt, or any of that, he doesn't neccesarely do something about it. Nor will he ever sugarcoat anything. If you're pissing him off, you're pissing him off (which is really quite hard to do). Though Kisame does tend to have a bit of an understanding for those who are more like him, as human being often do, and that tends to push away the rest.

Too Independant Kisame is fine on his own, but he tends to push away everyone else because, frankly, it's easier that way. Plus, when you're fine on your own, should you give more care to those who don't necessarily matter?
Drink? Not as often as he used to, however, he does enjoy going to the bar and getting a few, or drinking a beer in his free-time.
Smoke? Yes, it's become more of a force of habit than anything, really. Plus, hell, it's relaxing
Drive? Yes, yes he does. A black dodge challenger that he got when he was about sixteen for his birthday.
Drugs? Never has, never will.
Partying? Hell, he used to, it just hasn't come up recently.
Family Hiroshi Hioshigaki: Father, deceased. There was a time when Kisame loved his father dearly, however, after his death things turned around and nowadays Kisame doesn't much think of his father anymore.

Aiki Hoshigaki Mother, deceased. She was a very loving woman, and Kisame was sad to see her go, however, Kisame never really got over either her nor his father's deaths.

Hiro Nakisaga His caretaker, and new owner of Hoshigaki Enterprises. Not his favorite person in the world, you could say that. A sleezebag and an asshole... yeah, definitely not Kisame's favorite person in the world.
Residence A large designer apartment overlooking Tokyo. Yeah, he'd say it isn't much, but, well, that'd be a lie. It's slightly dark, on the nicer side of town, and decorated with most of the stuff his parents had in there. Well, it was paid for by them. The only few differences is the bed, the shark-tank in the livingroom(a small shark, no worries), and the pride of the old Hoshigaki name: Samehada (a sword passed down generation to generation, though it's rare to see what it looks like for it's always wrapped up. Living there alone with Samehada II (his small shark), he prefers it not to be seen (It's kind of a, well, I'm richer than you, so fuck you kind of statement)
History It was far too much of an understatement that Kisame's life seemed perfect. Then again, it was a bit of a stretch to say people didn't think he had issues. From the start of his life, Kisame had it pretty well off. His father was the owner of some big company, his mother worked for him, and the money flew in pretty well. It was no surprise that the kid was spoiled off the bat, and it was also no surprise that his loving parents, his father whom he idolized and molded himself after, and his mother who was never short on the word love, were gone a lot. It wasn't the tragic sort of story, though. The young child, from the time he was about to walk, to about the time he was thirteen, always had a caretaker. It never wavered much. Always the same man whom his mother and father had hired for bitch babysitting duty. A man named Hiro Nakisaga, the partner (on a step lower than his father) whom stayed while they left. Though no matter if you put a madman in charge, or a beautiful angel who's touch brought rainbows and love, Kisame would have been the same.

The small boy busied himself with everything he could find. One day it would be a book, the next would be the park, and the one after that would be a puzzle. There wasn't much time that Kisame didn't preoccupy himself with something trivial and time-consuming. Sure, there was school, but the homework only took so long, and that was only just a portion of the day. Often times, Kisame liked being alone, unless, that is, his parents were back in town. The young child held a place in his heart for Hiroshi Hoshigaki and Aiki Hoshigaki, for what kid wouldn't? As a boy he rarely saw them, and though he excelled in school, his jujitsu classes, and his school's kendo team, it all was just a start to what he wanted to do. Every little boy wants to be like their father, at least if you love your father, and every little boy tries hard at that. Though Kisame took it a step further. When just nearing his fifth year of school, he began attending business classes and trying to sit in meetings with his caretaker. Though that never really ended up sticking.

When Kisame turned eleven, there was a horrible accident. Not necessary an accident, but a few things gone wrong. For one, Hoshigaki enterprises was going down hill. For two: his father couldn't take the pressure. A month after Kisame's eleventh birthday, Hiroshi murdered his wife, and committed suicide seconds after. Being they were on a trip, the news of the scene was.. wrong. Especially since and eleven year-old boy got to hear it from the police, then the telecaster, then Hiro. It was a slight wicked turn of events, but ever since then Kisame stopped being the A student and the I-want-to-be-like-my-dad sort of child. No, in fact, out of all that had happened, the boy felt more betrayed then he did hurt because they were gone. People tried as they would to make the child feel better, but nothing really worked. The company remained in Hiro's hands until Kisame was of age, as well as the child's life. Hiro began to fade out of the picture, though.

As Kisame began growing older, Hiro stopped coming around as often, and began to just be another person that entered his life. Kisame had thought that there was some sort of hope in his and Hiro's relationship, as if they were practically family, however, that didn't last very long. Soon enough, Hiro rarely stopped by to his parents' apartment, rarely called, and rarely even tried to be friendly. It was all about the money; to everyone. It was then that Kisame stopped having faith in the world, as the boy began his decent into what he'd like to call, “the rebellious stage”. Though that's not really was it was for Kisame, it was mostly what everyone thought it was. He stopped hanging around in the nice side of town, and began going to the sketchy, dark spots in town, and hanging out with what some would call, the bad crowd. In all honesty, it was just a bunch of drugged out, coked up, and ready to do some damage teenagers. Though Kisame never did drugs in his life, he began doing everything else.

The group he had going with those people, who he called his friends, were a long line of fuck-ups that hated the world almost as much as Kisame did back then. Partying every weekend, destroying everything in sight, and having a good time. It was there that he got the nick name of Shark. Kisame's name literally translated to English “Demon Shark” as well as his own nature to want to destroy everything and pick fights with people, or as they said, “His prey”. Those were the kind of days where it would be no surprise when he winded up in jail for a night (or a week if Hiro couldn't get around to coming to get him) or do something he'd have for the rest of his life (like his tattoos, or his sharpened teeth). He was just a rebel without a cause and didn't really care. He gave up on humanity, so why not have them give up on him? It wasn't too long, however, till that came back to bite him, hard, in the ass.

Kisame managed, barely, to finish high school, and earned the rights to the money, and the company. Though like hell Hiro would let it go away without a fight. It wasn't much of a fight, however, since Kisame gave up the whole thing. Well, it wasn't the whole thing as he still had his parent's money from their deaths, but in truth, Kisame didn't want much to do with it anyway, and decided to go on his own once more. He never truly gave up his rebellion, for he still has issues with people, and has learned quite well how to see through them, though he ended up starting a life. The man went to collage, and spent 6 years of his life there trying to figure out what he really cared to do. However, when you spend so much time there, and you still have no idea, it's a sign that you should graduate and move on with your life. Though the parties were plenty of fun, and people still carried his nickname, it was time to go.

He graduated with a teachers degree in one of his more favorite (and easier) subjects, biology. In his opinion, it was quite easy and happened to be interesting. The only thing is, he didn't really know what he was getting into. It had been a year in a half since Kisame began teaching at Konoha High, and he still gets questions of what is up with him, etc. Though, the man had grown into himself, and tends to be a lot less.. aggressive. Oh, he could be, and he'd enjoy it too. But for the most part, he tries to lay back, spend as much time out of his dark apartment which was still being paid for with the money his parents left behind (honestly there was a lot, and he also didn't use much of it besides the rent which he paid yearly for) the rest was on his teacher's salary. And, still, that's where it's left off to the present.

No big surprise

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What makes your character (or interpretation of the character) unique, original, and worth having on the site? It's kind of hard to put such and outlandish character into a normal place and time and make him fit he same square. Even if he's rejected, I did have a lot of fun with him, and I'm sure as hell I would have fun playing him too. <3
++ I honestly thing any variation of Kisame would be original, since you have to change his story around a little to fit in with such a modern, normal setting.
Role Play Sample Kisame desperately wished the teachers lounge provided a smoking area. Who said that when grading papers, drinking coffee, and a quick cigarette was not allowed on school grounds. Well, the first two were, however, the smoking part was considered hazardous to young teenagers. Funny, since Kisame had well seen about thirty of the students he had, just in the past year in a half, have the habit with the cancer-sticks as well. Though it was all in respect to letting the teenagers allow to choose if they want their lungs polluted or not. There was a simple way to make that statement agree with allowing the blue-haired man to smoke on campus: They can simple not walk by him. If he was on school grounds, not blocking a classroom or somewhere else that students absolutely have to walk, then why the hell not? During the hour planning period Kisame had, he was forced to either go out of the main gym's back door, or through the art room. Both which required he have to sit on the ground of some-sort, and attempt to grade papers while hoping they don't fly away by some sort of random gust of wind. Though he could complain all he wanted, it wasn't going to change a thing.

Sighing, the tall, nearly 6'5” man decided the art room would have been a better break than the gym. The green-suited gym teacher annoyed him to no end. It was as if the guy ate nails for breakfast, his his head repeatedly on whatever he could find, then packed his head full of what a “youthful” day it was going to be. And maybe the fact that no matter how memorable Kisame's face was, the other teacher honestly had no idea of who he was, or his name. That was enough to irritate him to no end, let alone get past the man to try and have a little bit of quiet to get his shit done and get the nicotine fix that his headache was indicating he needed. It was either that or the snot-nosed brat who continuously tried to suck up to him for a better grade when he had nearly a perfect A. Maybe if the kid wasn't such a suck-up with a gigantic fake-smile, Kisame wouldn't mark him off for spelling errors, unlike everyone else. Rubbing his forehead, he steadily paced down the hall (Plus the Science and Art rooms were close to each other), into the art class where he simply waved and walked past to their open door towards the back of the building. Freedom.

Letting out a breath of air, Kisame quickly lit up the second he got outside, inhaling a deep, relaxing breath of smoke, and setting his papers in his lap where he tended to grade them from the answer key. It wasn't hard work, in fact, the only hard part of it was depicting the kid's a's from 9's and c's from o's. Who in the ell taught these kids to write? Apparently someone who didn't know what they were doing. With the red pen there were a few dashes here and there, until he totaled up the ending result and moved onto the next one. A worksheet on the Animal Kingdom; how much easier coud the beginning of the school year be? Though, it seemed, no one really cared, or was smart enough, to comprehend that Kisame worked in one of two ways: Study the vocabulary and know it, and know the concept. It was easy. If you could tell him the generalization of what they were doing, break it into sub-sects, and then give the definition of a few things, you were set. As he finally marked a paper with a 1 out of 20, he couldn't resist the urge to write, “F: try harder,” on it in his own scratchy, pointed writing. Leaning back against the wall, another swift drag was taken from his cigarette before getting back to work. He still had an hour to kill and about 100 more papers to grade.. perfect.
Password Hufflepuff (If I remember correctly, anyway)

But please believe

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