Post by yøsh on Oct 13, 2010 15:57:17 GMT -8
SABAKUNO KANKURO
{Can we p r e t e n d that a i r p l a n e s}
{in the n i g h t sky are like s h o o t i n g stars?}
{I could r e a l l y use a w i s h right now}
[/color]{Can we p r e t e n d that a i r p l a n e s}
{in the n i g h t sky are like s h o o t i n g stars?}
{I could r e a l l y use a w i s h right now}
I could use a dream, or a genie, or a wish
[/color]{to go to a place much similar than this}[/font][/center][/color]
full name Kankuro, Sabakuno Kankuro
nicknames Several, but none that can be said in polite society.
age Seventeen-Eighteen, May fifteenth
gender All male, and willing to prove it, if you wanna give it a go. Well... he's willing to prove it to the females, at least.....
sexuality Straight no matter what Naruto says (brat’s just jealous that he can kick his ass at gay chicken).
occupation Kankuro is a senior in highschool (yeah, he’s surprised too), however, technically speaking, his occupation is
'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and the crashin'
[/color]{and all the glitz and the glam and the fashion}[/font][/center][/color]
Physical Appearance Sabakuno Kankuro is an incredibly average looking guy (thank god for charm or he might have a problem on his hands). He is taller then most Japanese men( 175 cm, 5'7" give or take, making him taller then his siblings, much to his pleasure), true, and broader in the shoulders. Dark eyes and hair, so contrary to his siblings lighter looks, he almost looks average. Almost. On second glance, however, a person begins to notice the permanently etched smirk (his default expression, next to the ever popular sneer). Weighing in at 145 pounds (on a good day) and despite whatever Temari might say, it's mostly muscle. Seriously, check out the abs. Both of them.
Personality Kankuro is loud. He argumentative for the very sake of being argumentative. He is opinionated about every thing and will tell you what he thinks, opinion wanted or not. Admittedly it is sometimes a bit of a chore to not only talk to Kankuro, but be around him, and, to make matters worse, he is very aware of this fact and has absolutely no intentions of doing anything about it. He faithfully sticks to his 'love or leave me as I am (bitch)' attitude, and so far, it's worked well for him.
As he reaches his upper teens, and as puberty has started to mellow out, so has Kankuro. He's a laid back person, most of the time, with very few hot buttons to get him truly riled up. His family, insulting his family, anyone who thinks that punk is dead....
However, even if he remains in his laid back (aka slacker) stage, that only lasts until something piques his interest, then he is utterly relentless in his quest to discover what he wants to know, find, or have. More often then not, this somehow involves his family, gossip, or boobs (and occasionally a slightly mentally disturbing combination of the three). Kankuro would be the first person to admit that, as far as the modern family goes, they have not always been the closest, but over the last couple of years, he has started to try and mend the bridges and ties that most families normally have.
Hard working (when he has cause to be), he is utterly dedicated to his dream of one day working somewhere that is not Fresh Mart, where he would actually be paid more then a few yen on the hour for the slave work known as being a bag boy (he will miss the free baked goods, though). He and tenacity, often over the stupidest things, go hand in hand.
A bit of a closet pervert, and a bit of a not-so-closet pervert, Kankuro likes to think that he has a ways with the ladies. And perhaps he does as he does seem to attract his fair share of attention (if you know what he means) with a smile, a thinly veiled innuendo, and his personal brand of Sabakuno charm.
Strengths
Confident Kankuro knows what he can do, and is not afraid to admit it and tell everyone else about it. Screw the modest Japanese norm, he knows when he's good and everyone else should, too.
Loyal Despite all his faults, Kankuro is as loyal as they come. No matter what happens, he will always be in your corner.
Life of the Party Slash never a dull moment slash that guy you wish you were. What can he say? Kankuro is a fun loving guy.
Flaws
Tenacious Sticking to your guns is all well and good, but Kankuro takes it to an extreme. Stubborn and inflexible when it comes to his opinions, thoughts, and the pursuit to find out what he what's to know, he is somewhat difficult to deal with.
Lazy A bit of a slacker, Kankuro would rather ditch class and hang out in the boys bathroom then do anything profitable.
Impulsive Kankuro is the type of guy who acts first and thinks later, jumping to his first thought often before he has a chance to fully take stock of the situation.
Cocky Confidence is one thing, however Kankuro takes it to an unhealthy extreme. Simply put, he is a cocky bastard.
Gossip-Monger He likes to be in the know, even if it is a habit more often then not associated with bubbly teenage girls.
Drink? A big ten four on that one. Hardly the shining example of appropriate behavior, Kankuro is known to kick back one, two or nine at the occasional (or as often as he is at one) party.
Smoke? Yes. Yes, he is aware that they are cancer sticks. Yes, he is aware that some chicks find it disgusting. Yes, he knows that smoking in the boys room is a pathetic cliche at best (even if he might like the song), but god dammit, he doesn't care.
Drive?.... Wanna hand him the keys to your vehicle and find out? Everything kankuro knows about driving he learned from MarioKart.
Drugs? Occasionally. Kankuro isn't as into drugs as much as he is into partying and nicotine (mostly a money issue). However, he isn't the type of guy to say no, either.
Partying? Hell yes. End of story.
Family
Sabaku no Kousei Sperm donor that likes to call himself a father. The typical male jack ass and prominent parental figure in the lives of the Sabakuno children, even if he has a habit of disappearing with out warning for long periods of time. Kankuro looks a lot like his father, a younger and slightly softer version, admittedly, but it pisses him the hell off.
Sabaku no Kakura Mother, deceased. Kakura died when he was too young to really remember anything about her and there were never really any pictures of her around the house as he grew up. Stories that his uncle told him as a kid make her sound like some lady that jumped off a Christmas special on the tv. Stories that Temari told him were along the lines of he was adopted slash found behind a garbage can, so she doesn't know who his real mother is.
Umehito Yashamaru Maternal uncle, also deceased (seeing a pattern yet?). Only kind relative to raise them that Knakuro really y remembers. Yashamaru put up with a lot of shit over the years, and not just from him but his brother and sister as well. But... some... unpleasantness happened that no one really needs to know about. They really don't like to talk about it.
Sabaku No Temari Older sister, not dead, though Kankuro has been known to question if she was the undead, when she emerges from her bed room on early mornings. However, she let him live so far, so she's pretty good as far as sisters go. Very protective of her, but there will be snowball fights in hell before he admits to that.
Sabaku No Gaara Little brother, still amongst the living. Source of worry, though no longer for the same 'is he going to kill me in my sleep?' reasons. Now it's more about his insomnia, inability to get out more, and avoiding his medicine. Kankuro is closer to his brother then he is with Temari.
Residence Third floor apartment in a run down building that rests on the other side of the train tracks. It's not a bad place to live, specifically, but it's not exactly the Ritz, either. Sharing a room with his brother, he makes his escape via the fire escape and hopes that the crazy cat lady below them (the one that listens to infomercials at top volume in the middle of the night and has it out for him) doesn't pull the ladder up while he's out.
History Sabakuno Kankuro was born May fifteenth, named, and brought home to a waiting family that consisted of his older sister who nicknamed him 'demonseed' and maternal uncle that was, in theory, there to take the place of an at the time absent father figure in that order. It was hardy a fairy tale beginning, but then again, hardly anything related to the Sabaku no family could be called fairy tale-esque, a simple truth that he would learn growing up.
The first few years of his life passed fairly normally. He learned to sit up, mom got knocked up again, learned to crawl, walk, run (often, after his sister. Just because she wanted nothing to do with him, didn't mean he felt the same), learned to talk, learned to mimic "bad" words that garnered attention, mom gave birth, gained a little brother that looked like a red headed cabbage patch doll, mom died, and Kankuro learned how to use a regular cup, instead of a sippy one.
Time went by, as it has a habit of doing, and as the dust began to settle from the turmoil brought by his mom dying, Kankuro found himself a lone most of the time. His sister was too busy doing whatever the hell it was that she did to spend time with him, and his brother was doing his thing, and no one interrupted Gaara. His father didn't seem to have any interest in any of the children unless it was to show his utter disdain towards them, and Yashamaru was busy taking care of his younger brother and his grab basket of psycho problems. And this suited him just fine, or at least that was what he argued if ever confronted by a school guidance counselor or teacher who tried to argue his obnoxious behavior and class clownery was due to not getting enough attention at home. Who the hell were they to try and talk about him and his life when they didn't know anything about it? (he once asked them that, a question that landed him in more trouble then he was in already)
School wasn't that difficult for Kankuro. Sure, he ran into trouble from time to time due to his habit of falling asleep in class, half assing his homework (even if he did know the subject), and sneaking cigarettes in the boys room and trash talking whatever the hell came to mind. However, he had friends, and he did pass his classes (by a thin margin, but he still passed, and that's what mattered, right?).
And when your plans unravel in the sand
[/color]{what would you do if you had one chance?}[/font][/center][/color]
What makes your character (or interpretation of the character) unique, original, and worth having on the site? Every school has a guy like Kankuro. He's the guy who is kinda an ass, but you love him anyway. Smarmy and charming and funny, he is the guy that you think of from time to time, when you think back about your highschool experience
Role Play Sample
"With the grace of royalty, the lioness stalks her prey on the open plains of the Savannah with an unparalleled skill; Queen of the animal kingdom. The most talented hunter of the pride and it's matriarch, it is up to her to lead the hunt. And on today's menu, water buffalo... Weighing nearly 700 kilograms of sheer muscle, they are an impressive force, even when tired and weak from months of travel. A lioness could easily find herself gored if she is not careful. It will takes all the coordination, skill and luck that the hunters have to take it down."
Letting out an aggravated sigh, Kankuro couldn't help but realize that this was, in fact, the most boring Saturday night that he'd ever had. Or at least the most boring Saturday night that featured a bottle of beer in hand, a pussy (of sorts) on his lap, and 'enjoying' something that was centered around the discovery channel. Put it all together, now and what does that spell? He wasn't quite sure but he was fairly positive that it was synonymous with being dead.
It was a real pity, too. Saturday nights proceeding work-less Sundays (the official unofficial walk of shame day, traditionally speaking) were a rarity for the gainfully employed at Fresh Mart. Holy grail floating in the fountain of youth with sea-shell-less mermaids and elves frolicking about celebrating world peace rare.
But there he was. Translation: Grocery bitches never get Saturdays to party and hung over Sundays for recovering his shattered sobriety. And he was, in short, wasting it. How utterly sick was that?
Watching some documentary on the animals of Africa as he mindedly scratching behind the ears of a contentedly rumbling Squishee, he also couldn't help but realize that he had now unofficially officially punked out on this weekend (he then proceeded to realize he needed to stop realizing things, it was bumming him the hell out). As his high school gym teacher (slash star of the simple most disturbed dream he had ever had that led to him never again drink any tea that his brother or Ruka decided to bring into the apartment} had once declared, he was effectively wasting the energetic spring time of his youth. Never before had Kankuro Kankuro thought this statement to be true (not even when he was cutting said gym teacher's calls to be smoking in the boy's room, and yes, listening to Motley Crue just because he could) much less thought that he would actually say, er... think it with a straight face. But, at that moment in time, not quite buzzed enough to even pretend to care about the plight of potential impalement, his hands were rather tied on the matter, leaving him only with the moral of this particular bitter story: 'Broke-Kankuro' morphed into 'Crap-Saturday-at-Home-Kankuro' which paved the way for 'Rare-Dry-Spell-Kankuro'.
He really hated that guy.
"The hunt is on... In a matter of seconds they are on the buffalo, two coming up from behind. A brief chase before pouncing on her, taking her to the ground."
For a wild second Kankuro was sure that the narrator was taunting him, but as his eyes fixed on the tv in time to see the lioness pounce on the female water buffalo in what just might be the wild and kinky lez sex of the animal kingdom (obvious joke about eating and cats not withstanding) he had another realization.
It wasn't the narrator, it was god.
Not only was it getting to pounce on unsuspecting females on camera in a completely kosher fashion, but it was getting to eat meat while the closest thing to that in this house (again obvious joke about him having more then enough meat for the whole complex is obvious but withstood) was being offered a tofu hot dog. Not amusing, though he did briefly wonder if it was some sort of fail dirty talk for vegetarians.
Fuck.... or rather he wished. He needed to get out of the apartment and get the three necessities of life. Booze, women and meat.
Glancing down at the cat in his lap, Kankuro gave Squishee a nod that he hoped conveyed his sense of "Don't worry, we both will get out of her and find all three" as he called into the other room. "Oi, think you can grab my phone off the table when you come back in here, Sea hag?" He couldn't be the only one in his group that was broke, horny and looking for amusement that featured mammals but couldn't be shown on the discovery channel.
Password seriously?
But that's just how the story unfolds
[/color]{you get another hand soon after you fold}[/font][/center][/color]
