Post by kiba sanmaru on Sept 20, 2012 9:08:15 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 460px; padding: 10px; background-color: #e1e1e1; border-top: 10px #FF6E67 solid; border-bottom: 10px #FF6E67 solid;] [STYLE=float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/sjyFI.png); box-shadow: 5px 5px 0px #FF6E67; margin-right: 10px; position: absolute; z-index: 3; ] [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 35px; color: #FF6E67; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 30px; ]KIBA SANMARU[/style] [STYLE=font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; margin-top: -8px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]PREP STUDENT[/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]this character is played wizz.[/style] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; margin-top: 5px; background-color: #f1f1f1; text-align: center; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-left: 100px; color: #464646; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; letter-spacing: 1px; ]there's a warrant on my head.[/style] [STYLE=margin-top: 30px; font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #FF6E67; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONAL INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #FF6E67 solid; border-bottom: 5px #FF6E67 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NICKNAME:[/style] Oddly enough, he doesn't have many nicknames of which directly stem from his first or last name. Some call him 'San,' but most just stick to either, 'Kiba' or 'Sanmaru.' [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] AGE:[/style] Eighteen years young. [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] GENDER:[/style] Male. [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] SEXUALITY:[/style] Straight as a board. [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] ETHNICITY:[/style] On Kiba's mother's side is a bit mixed. A little Russian, a little Italian, some Polish, and a bit of Canadian; the British Columbia providence. His father's side is full Japanese though. [/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #FF6E67; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] PERSONALITY INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #FF6E67 solid; border-bottom: 5px #FF6E67 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] POSITIVE:[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] NEGATIVE:[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] LIKES:[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] DISLIKES:[/style] [STYLE=font-family: 'arial narrow'; font-size: 25px; color: #FF6E67; letter-spacing: -3px; padding-left: 8px;] OTHER INFORMATION[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f1f1f1; -moz-border-radius: 1em; -webkit-border-radius: 1em; border-top: 5px #FF6E67 solid; border-bottom: 5px #FF6E67 solid; padding: 10px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #535353; margin-top: -6px; ] [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HISTORY:[/style] Kiba has grown up his whole life in Farlax, CA. The reason being his parents. They've always been so rich and proper, he's never liked it. For whatever reason, the universe deemed it a good idea to give Mr. and Mrs. Sanmaru a boy who was never really made to fit into their way of life. The proper ways, the mannerisms, being nice to everybody around you... it never worked out well for Kiba. Unfortunately, he adored every second of his rebellions against them though. Sanmaru Kiba was born to Mr. and Mrs. Kiba about eighteen years ago. A beautiful head of brown hair and yet bright red eyes. Odd, to say the least. Regardless of his oddities, the two loved him deeply and always have... in their own selfish way. They loved the idea of having something to gain them more attention. His father loved the idea of now having an heir to the family business. His mother loved the idea of being able to dress something up and make it look presentable for others. Needless to say, it all got very old to Kiba very quickly. Now, unlike most rebellious nature'd kids, Kiba actually had a brain in that cranium of his. He used it most often to his own selfish gain as his parents had shown him since his birth. He would often try and get his parents mad at him. He would purposefully try and tick them all off. Why? Because he loves to antagonize anything and anyone. When he reached about age five he realized that his parents would still put up with his childish like behavior. They would say to others that he was an ADHD child and would say that he had medicine he was taking; but it was much different than that. While he would act out of line in public, while at home he would always lock himself in his room and play with whatever toys he had asked them to get him. He was a good kid if he was at home; but when around them he seemed to act up on purpose. They caught onto his antics rather early. Alas, he wouldn't stop. Even when they took his toys away he wouldn't stop. He'd always try and bring them some sort of misfortune or some sort of stress. Why? Because he could and wanted to. On his third birthday his mother and father gave him an odd little piece of paper with what looked like an alien trapped in a static sphere. He tried to explain to them that they needed to go help the alien, but his mother and father explained the picture to him further. Once it was explained to him that the picture was of his new baby sister, he was floored. A baby sister? Really? That's what was in there? It looked more like some sort of extraterrestrial, and he was sticking to that. Why would a baby be inside his mother, anyway? They had bought him like they bought everything else, he didn't come into this world like that thing was going to. Regardless, the fact that he had a sister on the way was somehow... a good thing. He was excited about it, in a way. When his mother broke her water and was in pain, he wasn't sure what to do; for once in his life he was glad his father was around to take care of it. As his mother was carried away by his father, he was told to stay at the house with the maids. Ah, the maids, his pass time. He watched as his father and mother left, wondering if the extraterrestrial was hurting his mother or not and if he needed to do something about it. It wasn't that he liked his mother, but he always felt protective over her regardless. His loyalties surpass his own judgement of the people around him, even at such a young age. His father stopped by the house every once in a while... more like about every eight or so hours. He played around the house and tried his hardest to make a big enough mess that the maids just up and stopped trying to clean it, but they were persistent little buggers. When he heard the voice of his father and his mother, he was overly excited. But then he heard something awful. Some sort of horrible noise. It was a child's cry. When introduced, it was his little sister Hana. Sanmaru Hana. From that moment on, the boy's attitude forever changed. They did the same thing to her as they did to Kiba. They treated her like some sort of little doll. Something to dress up and show off and marry off to somebody of wealth. Kiba hated that they used them all like this... what was worse were the matching outfits. It was at the moment, about the age of seven for Kiba and three for little Hana, that Kiba decided that he needed to get back to being rebellious. His parents didn't know what to do with him. They had taken him to shrinks and he acted like a normal little boy around them. It was then that his parents realized what he was doing. He was getting back at them, he was trying to 'even' the playing field. Well, they wouldn't stand for it. They would threaten Hana and tell him to listen or she would get the worse end of it. That's what got him to listen. That's what got him to obey them; when they had her in their grasp he didn't know what to do. He couldn't protect her unless he did what they said. From that day on he's been their puppet. He's died his hair and gotten some piercings, but nothing that would hurt their image. If he was the attractive and cool kid, he would be liked by those who his parents needed to like him. He didn't get so engulfed and whipped by them that he did every single thing they said. Only those things they said for him to do and threatened Hana. He'd always make sure he was the one to help her with things. He made sure he was the one alone with her if she were to be alone. He'd always keep a close eye on her and always try and keep her safe. Growing up was a little odd. They sent Hana to lower schools than him saying that her education wasn't as important as his. He needed a higher education so that he could get a better grasp on the life they wanted for him. The life of a leader. Kiba always just went along with it and hated that he couldn't keep a better eye on Hana. Around age fourteen Kiba figured something out about his father that changed his life. The family business, while designing cars for a smaller car company was something he did, it was interesting to Kiba how much that sort of thing could back fire. Apparently his father had gotten in bad with a few gang leaders and drug dealers. Kiba was floored. He had figured it all out one day when he let out early from school expectantly. While he was waiting on his father to get done with his business, he overheard a most interesting voice mail. Come to find out, the guy who had left a message worked for a few men that were notorious around the news papers as gang leaders, thugs, and drug dealers. A small hint of a grin and an idea had flooded the boy's mind. What if he accidentally decided to join that gang? He and Hana would have their protection, wouldn't they? Yes, that was a good idea. ...not. At age sixteen is when he decided to approach the gang about joining. He was a grunt for a while, doing small runs and such. His adrenaline addictions gave him the edge when in fire fights. He'd run out regardless of the injuries he could have suffered and normally did. He was always running head first. They threatened his father to keep his sister safe or they'd kill him and he got all daddy's codes and gave them to him. His father's money was used by the drug dealers, along with the blue prints of the cars so that the gangs could store drugs more efficiently. He had helped the gang, and he had become a part of the gang and oddly enough, for Kiba and Hana both, the gang had become a sort of family. They didn't mistreat her... they had joined a gang that actually had a good rep. They were into stealing, not raping. They were into taking what belonged to those who use it wrongly and giving it to those who needed it more than them; but it was all in fairness. Kiba had never believed he belonged to something so much before. Present day is a bit more complicated with Kiba. He's stayed int he gang along with Hana. Hana's grown, being the age of fifteen already. It's so odd to Kiba how much she's grown. She's just as good at this 'gang thing' as he is, if not better. Though, he'd never admit that to her... not that he can any longer. See, that popular accident took more from Kiba than he would have ever liked. The head leader of the gang, the main thug, the main dealer, he saw a potential in Kiba that none other seemed to see, the potential to be like him one day. So, because of that, he had taken Kiba in under his wing from the very beginning. On his eighteenth birthday, the gang announced that Kiba was his second in command. He had never been so happy in his life. Hana was happy for him as well, always wishing for the best for her brother as she always had. Kiba couldn't have been happier... until the day of the accident. Everybody was affected by it, including the fun loving womanizer of a hot head Kiba. His sister went to that school. His sister was into acting. The night before he and Hana happened to have a little bit of a disagreement. She had shared that she wanted to get more serious about becoming an actress and that she wanted to back out of a few of the gang jobs so that she could focus on it. Kiba told her he thought her actress skills could be used for a much better purpose while in the gang, but she refused and said that Hollywood was her dream, or even just one movie. If never picked for anything again, she wanted to try and be on screen. Her hour and forty five minutes of fame; or simple fifteen minutes of fame if she was a guest-star on a sitcom or something! For once, Kiba had set his selfish ambitions aside and told her to go for it and that he'd explain it to the Boss. The Boss took it well that night when Kiba explained that she was taking her studies and her acting more serious so she had less time for the gang. Because they were both like children to the Boss now, he said he understood and that he'd protect her regardless. Again, Kiba had become the happiest man alive... until the news came. It was then that Kiba learned that the same audition her sister had tried out for was in the very building of the very school that collapsed on her. She was taken by the rubble and the destruction. Kiba's not been coping well with it. He was smart about it and told the gang that he needed some time to think, he needed time to collect his thoughts and keep his mind sane before he went into any situation were a person's life was in his hands. He didn't want to act out incorrectly. Sure, he'd shot some people before for the gang; but he didn't want to lose control as he very well knew in this state of mind he would. So now, he does a few of the group gang things, he goes to her grave often, and he keeps himself in school like he's supposed to. He's hoping to find something that will bring his fire back. It's not that he's depressed or suicidal, he just doesn't have the same uncontrollable happiness that he often did when she was alive. [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] FEARS:[/style] Most of all, Kiba is afraid that he'll lose himself as he lost Hana. He's afraid he can't protect his gang as he failed to protect his sister. He's afraid of drowning. He has a large fear of big cats; i.e. tigers, lions, ligers, panters, etc. [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] HOBBIES:[/style] Other than doing jobs for the gang, he loves weaponry. He likes looking at a weapon and knowing every inch of it. He collects various sorts of leaves and keeps them in Hana's favorite book. It is now an adopted hobby, it was one they shared together. He's a bit of a dog trainer as well. He loves getting new breeds of huge and beautiful dogs and training them either for somebody else of just because he can. [STYLE=background-color: #FF4840; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 11px; color: f1f1f1; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; width: 100px;] FACECLAIM:[/style] rammsteiner, haine – sanmaru, kiba [DOGS: Bullets & Carnage] [/style] by rimy ♥ of btn! |
