Post by Ella on Aug 2, 2007 18:29:40 GMT -5
Name: Shimata Yasuo (Means: Peaceful Island Jewel) (Pronounced: She-ma-ta Ya-sue-o)
Nickname: Shima
Born: On an Island
Age: 19
Marital Status: Single looking for someone
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 154
Height: 5’ 7”
Hair: Black with a tint of red
Eyes: Very dark purple
Accessories: His left ear is pierced, from it the crystal his mother gave him hangs.
Clothes:
Powers: He can control lava, swim in lava, and form anything into a weapon.
Weakness: Extremely cold water.
Personality: Shimata is self-centered lunatic who likes to get in your face. He was on the island so long that he never learned common courtesy or manners. He likes to bother old ladies and has gotten arrested a couple of times. He never has thought about the term, ‘Think before you say.’ His brain is in his mouth most of the time, and you couldn’t say that Shimata’s all that bright. Oh, and compassion isn’t an emotion he’s ever experienced, though he is a bit of a perv sometimes. “I like the sound of your head when it hits the pavement.”
History: His mom and dad were ship wrecked on their Honeymoon. Unfortunately they were shipwrecked on an island, though most of the passengers survived. They made a small town out of palm leaves and mud; and hunted off the island animals. Not long after Shimata was born. There weren’t many other kids on the island so Shimata grew up with a lonely childhood. When he was seven the volcano, on the east side of the island, became active. One day while Shimata was out discovering more about the island the ground beneath him shook hard; a loud crack accompanied it. The smell of burning wood caught Shimata’s attention. Being a curious seven year-old he followed the scent up the volcano side. He reached the edge of the volcano. The center was cracked, bright orange and yellow lava seeped out. Shimata’s eyes glittered at the site.
He crawled down the inside rim of the volcano. He could feel the intense heat on his face, but still he wanted to get closer. He cautiously stepped from stone to stone. The smell of melting stone made Shimata feel alive. The block of rock he was standing on was being sucked into the volcano’s core. It was too late when he notice it. He fell heavy on the remainders of the block, the jewel shard that his mother had given to him was in his pocket. It dug hard into his flesh. The magma coated the crystal and entwined with his blood stream. Shimata no longer was 70% water, but magma. He was now completely under the surface of the magma, he was sinking to the center of the earth.
Shimata struggled to swim to the top. He resurfaced; his skin was glowing orange. He screamed, he barely climbed out of the volcano’s pit. He ran down the side of the volcano to the village. The ground shook again, the air smelled more of smoke than ever. The air was hazy and polluted when he got to the village. The inhabitants were running around screaming. His mother was screaming his name, her already torn clothes looked even dirtier than before. He ran towards her, she screamed even louder. “ Shimata please save yourself, the volcano is about to erupt!”
“Um, and I care why?”
“Because, you’re going to die!”
“Lovely, can we get on with this.” In the end Shimata got off the island and let everyone else rot.
((Working on detailed ending))
Nickname: Shima
Born: On an Island
Age: 19
Marital Status: Single looking for someone
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Weight: 154
Height: 5’ 7”
Hair: Black with a tint of red
Eyes: Very dark purple
Accessories: His left ear is pierced, from it the crystal his mother gave him hangs.
Clothes:
Powers: He can control lava, swim in lava, and form anything into a weapon.
Weakness: Extremely cold water.
Personality: Shimata is self-centered lunatic who likes to get in your face. He was on the island so long that he never learned common courtesy or manners. He likes to bother old ladies and has gotten arrested a couple of times. He never has thought about the term, ‘Think before you say.’ His brain is in his mouth most of the time, and you couldn’t say that Shimata’s all that bright. Oh, and compassion isn’t an emotion he’s ever experienced, though he is a bit of a perv sometimes. “I like the sound of your head when it hits the pavement.”
History: His mom and dad were ship wrecked on their Honeymoon. Unfortunately they were shipwrecked on an island, though most of the passengers survived. They made a small town out of palm leaves and mud; and hunted off the island animals. Not long after Shimata was born. There weren’t many other kids on the island so Shimata grew up with a lonely childhood. When he was seven the volcano, on the east side of the island, became active. One day while Shimata was out discovering more about the island the ground beneath him shook hard; a loud crack accompanied it. The smell of burning wood caught Shimata’s attention. Being a curious seven year-old he followed the scent up the volcano side. He reached the edge of the volcano. The center was cracked, bright orange and yellow lava seeped out. Shimata’s eyes glittered at the site.
He crawled down the inside rim of the volcano. He could feel the intense heat on his face, but still he wanted to get closer. He cautiously stepped from stone to stone. The smell of melting stone made Shimata feel alive. The block of rock he was standing on was being sucked into the volcano’s core. It was too late when he notice it. He fell heavy on the remainders of the block, the jewel shard that his mother had given to him was in his pocket. It dug hard into his flesh. The magma coated the crystal and entwined with his blood stream. Shimata no longer was 70% water, but magma. He was now completely under the surface of the magma, he was sinking to the center of the earth.
Shimata struggled to swim to the top. He resurfaced; his skin was glowing orange. He screamed, he barely climbed out of the volcano’s pit. He ran down the side of the volcano to the village. The ground shook again, the air smelled more of smoke than ever. The air was hazy and polluted when he got to the village. The inhabitants were running around screaming. His mother was screaming his name, her already torn clothes looked even dirtier than before. He ran towards her, she screamed even louder. “ Shimata please save yourself, the volcano is about to erupt!”
“Um, and I care why?”
“Because, you’re going to die!”
“Lovely, can we get on with this.” In the end Shimata got off the island and let everyone else rot.
((Working on detailed ending))
