Post by David Turner on Oct 14, 2008 19:00:13 GMT -5
» Raika, Shiba «
Age « 18.
Sex » ♂ [Male]
Looks «Shiba has darkly colored red eyes, that can seem to shine an even lighter one. Though they are a dark red, they don't fully look like freshly drawn blood, nor do they look like a stain of one that's been dried. They do not look crimson, nor maroon. His eyes are different from those around him who may have the same eyes. He's not an ordinary person, so it may seem. His eyes always seem to be narrowed, even the slightest bit, but have no fear, he's not glaring at you, he often doesn't even glare, his eyes are just naturally narrowed like such, and it's rare to see him with wider eyes than such.
His hair is just like his eyes, being a vibrant red that lays upon in his head in shaggy strands. It's not short; it's not long, it seems almost the perfect length for him, some of it spikes up into the air, but not much, only a few strands. Along with that, some seem to cover his forehead, not his eyes, but it falls close to doing even that, though his eyes sight is perfect, and unlike some he doesn't have anything that would block it, his hair doesn't do that unless he makes it do such. Shiba doesn't do anything to make his hair do what it does, if anything he doesn't even need to brush it! But he will do that, and nothing more, if you don't need it, then why waist time doing it? That's what he says about that, and that's it.
His skin is well toned, even for a boy who never seemed to go out side and play. Everyone thinks he was a boy who stayed outside every house that he could, because his body is so well tones, but that's not the case. Shiba stands at six feet and two inches, end of story, he's not short nor taller than that. His weight is that of most teenage boys that seem to be his age, he's not fat and he's not overly skinny. Though he's been called a twig before, he does have meet on his bones, meaning he's not overly skinny and he seems to be average, the perfect size almost. Shiba also has a nice build, he's worked out a few times, and has a few abs to show that.
Personality »Shiba happens to use his name backwards, so that if someone knew him out side of the house, he could trick them. Besides, he tries to be what he never was, tries to live life like a normal teenager would have. Meaning he tries to erase Raika from his mind, instead of being Raika Shiba he's Shiba Raika. He's not really the same as he once had been, making it easier for him to live his life trapped in the house, whether someone would think so or not. Instead of being the boy who let people walk all over him and take control of his life, he's doing just the opposite of that. And now takes control over his own fate, choosing who tells him to do what; and who he listens to at all.
He's now everything he wasn't, he found this to be the greatest opportunity in his life, it meant he couldn't be used for family gain, he was no longer a puppet. Shiba can speak his mind, with out getting hit for it, or being yelled at. He's not quiet, he's not like a lifeless doll. If anything he seems to have more energy, seeming to go at things more. His guess, is that trying to be how he wanted made him reckless with life; it's even more or so now that he knows about the house. You can't die unless you leave, meaning anything stupid he does wont really hurt him. But what happens if the curse comes off, would everything catch up?
Shiba happens to make life go to the fullest now though, hours and hours are not spent thinking of what it would have been like, that was how he had spent his hours at home, and even that grew tireing. So now he does what he wants, though this involves speaking more, meeting more people, and seeming to do more than what he would have ever dreamed of doing. He doesn't have anyone to yell at him if he messes up, thus Shiba is fairly happy that he found this place, it's much better than his actual home would have been at this age. He's no longer a puppet.
While his manners are still there, the boy doesn't act fully proper, not anymore, if anything someone would now think he was a rotten teenage boy. Though he can still with hold the things he was taught, and from time to time can seem as though he's a prince from back in the fourteenth century, but that was how he was raised as a child. To be the perfect gentleman.
People « Straight.
Role » Master.
Type « That doesn't really concern you, now does it?
Title » I already have one.
History «To the Shiba family, Raika was nothing but a puppet that could be used for their own gain, not his, theirs. Everything he did was for them, everything he was told to do throughout his childhood, was so that they could get something from it. Nothing mattered to them, if the young boy got hurt during the middle of the plan, it didn't matter. He was even sure that no one in the family truly cared for him. He was the child born for their gain, after all, he looked handsome enough to get what ever he wished,he was very smart at a young age.
He seemed to get whatever he wanted, of course, this meant what other people wanted. If he asked for something he'd get hit or a talking to about it. For a time, he wasn't allowed to see his mother; he wondered why they forbid him to do such a thing, that was the one thing he wanted to be able to do, was talk to the woman that gave him life. One day he snuck into her room, and she was coming out, after such a long time she wanted to see him as well. Wanted to see her little boy.
Though he knew he shouldn't have, he did it anyways. He was finally able to see his mother; for the first time. It seemed to be the wrong time as well, maybe five minutes had been spent with the woman, before his father walked in. Raika wasn't supposed to see his mother, ever, she was a maid in the household, or a slave, which ever term you wished to use, and the punishment, you might ask? She was shot, in the arms of her own son.
His life was already hated by him, and now it was hated even more. Age of five he had lost his mother, and after that he followed the rules around his own house, not one was broken, not anymore. After spending ten more years with the family, he ran away. The solemn age of fifteen; he couldn't take it anymore, he no longer wanted to be a puppet for his so called father. Though living on the streets didn't seem like the life for him, and then he found the mansion.
Something about it drew him in, made him want to enter it. Thus he did. That was three years ago, and yet he's still there.
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