Post by tuan on Jul 5, 2006 0:20:54 GMT -5
Name: Tuan
Age:21
Gender: Male
Nation: Earth
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Tuan is just slightly above average when it comes to looks. If it wasn't for his work, some people would call him frumpy looking. His hair is dirty brown in color, and the tips of it barely brush his shoulder blades when left down. Usually, it's placed in a messy ponytail, tied together with a leather tie. His bangs stubbornly come straight down his face, just barely touching the tip of his lightly freckled nose. The right side is unusually thick, covering up lime green eyes and a scar, he had since childhood, but on the left, it's thin enough so that he can see pretty clearly.
He refuses to go outside unless necessary, literally being dragged by his sister to go out to get a little fresh air. It's because what little of his pale skin that is exposed to the daylight will freckle like crazy, covering his hands and face and a bit of his neck with little brown dots. To his annoyance, his sister enjoys playing 'connect the dots' with his skin whenever that does happen.
Tuan barely hits 6 feet, but it mostly comes from his long legs. Although he's over his clumsy teenage years, he is often seen tripping on random items, and even nothing at all like air. He's coordinated and flexible enough to be able to steady himself enough before he really falls. His hands, especially the bottom of the palm, are callused from relying on his hands to stop his body from falling onto whatever kind of ground he's on.
Clothing/Armor: Tuan covers himself to the best of his ability because of the sun. He wears an off-white shirt with a high, Mandarin type collar, a column of forest green frog buttons go down the middle of his shirt. The hem of his shirt, which goes two or three inches past his weight, has a band of green, matching his buttons. His pants, the same forest green color, have soft, wheat colored criss crossing leggings that start just below the knee and stops near the ankle.
Covering it all is his knee length, dusty green robe, further shielding him from the dreaded sun. Oddly enough, he chooses to keep it loosely open by only buttoning the three middle buttons. Since it also has the same frog buttons as his shirt, he often says it's too much of a hassle buttoning it all. The sleeves bell out slightly, allowing him to hold small things in them like a pocketknife or a sandwich. The edges of the robe and sleeves are embroidered with a checkered design of mustard yellow and a darker green.
Weapons: From his late father, Tuan received a kusarigama which he stuffs in a hidden pocket in his robe. He was taught by his later father at a young age to handle the weapon until his death. After that, he taught himself out to use the kusarigama quickly and efficiently. He also has a pocketknife he uses when he needs to peel apples or carve wood.
Personality: Living in a village that's well known for it's hot springs and basically a tourist attraction for neighboring Earth Kingdom citizens, Tuan has a smile that can melt butter. He's a very mellow and sweet person, often seen taking his time doing everything. He's a 'here and now' person, preferring not to think about the past or the future. He says it'll just depress him or make him think too deeply, which he says often leads to trouble.
He's rarely seen mad or angered in any way. When he does somehow managed to become angry, he's a very sadistic person. Still, he does have a conscience, and doesn't like to draw out the inevitable, preferring to go for the kill. Fortunately, it's a rare occurrence. Usually, he just shrugs his shoulders and walks away. He's not confrontation unless necessary.
Because of his mellow and somewhat attitude, many people think that he's a procrastinator, which is partially true. He just finishes the thing that he was told to do barely under the time limit of when it was supposed to be done.
Background: Tuan and his family live near the capital, close to the mountainous region. Near the mountains are natural hot springs, heated by underground reservoirs. They saw it as an opportunity to make good money, his father Hue and his mother Lan, settled down, building by hand and the help of relatives, a small hot springs inn. Over the years, as the inn grew because of travelers and tourists, so did the family. Phuong, the first daughter and child, was born. Two years later, so did a quiet and very sleepy little boy. As all older children, Phuong was of course, jealous that her parents were suddenly diverted from her lovable self, to the chubby, pink blob with a mop of brown stuff sticking out of the blanket.
However, as most elder siblings reluctantly do, Phuong hesitantly allowed the pink blob into her life. Once she did, she eventually had him following her constantly, although slowly since Tuan could barely crawl. Yet, although Phuong had some hesitancy getting close to Tuan, she eventually became an overprotective older sister, as they grew older.
Tuan was small for his age and was as self-conscious about his freckles as he is now. Because of that insecurity, the children living in the village often picked on him. Often, they stole his hat and once, one of the bigger village children tried to cut his hair. Of course, Phuong, now older and incredibly doting of her little brother, chased away the bullies and even beat them up for it. Many of the time after a fight, she would come home with bruises all over her arms and even her face. Tuan would watch from the shadows of the doorway as his mother would treat Phuong and scold the girl for injuring herself.
One day, much to his sister and parent's shock, he came back home with a bloody nose and a cut that went down from the bottom of his eyebrow, crossing his eyelid, and stopped just above his cheekbone. He merely grinned and said that he had to be a man and stop relying on his sister for protection. He said the scar was simply a commemorative trophy for this day.
From that day on, his mother pushed his father to teach him Kusarigamajutsu so that they could stop incidents like this from happening. Personally, his mother would teach him simple pressure point techniques to stop his enemy in their tracks if the conflict did not need the kusarigama. At seven years old, Tuan would learn Kusarigamajutsu until he was twelve, the day his father was killed by some bandits that were raiding the Inn for money. That same day, Tuan spilt blood on his hand, defending his sister and mother before they were attacked. His face eerily calm, the ends of his lips upturned in a tiny, but cold smile as he efficiently killed the bandits -that had brutally killed his father for their amusement- by decapitation.
That was the only and only time Tuan had such an expression on his face, for his mother and sister, they've only seen a lazy, but caring smile on his face as he helps around the Inn. Even without Hue, his mother, a commanding and strong individual, managed to keep the place running. After their first few weeks grieving for their father, their mother slammed down a slip of paper that had the small amount of money the managed to save from the raid. She confidently smiled and said she would get through this slump and get back their business. Their father would not allow them to grieve for there was much work to be done to repair the Inn.
So they did. Tuan, ever since his father helped him grow stronger, he has gathered a pretty decent amount of friends who respect him -and kinda feared him with his kusarigama- and were willing to help him rebuild the Inn. That, and he had to promise them a kiss -from his sister and ONLY on the cheek- and a few days of relaxation in the Inn for their help. With their help, they managed to build the Inn to its former glory, even better, they added another wing to it and expanded the hot springs.
Tuan worked in the Inn by doing the manual labor like cutting the wood and sometimes does a little cooking like peeling and dicing the onions. His sister does most of the cooking while their mother acts as a friendly hostess, greeting the visitors as they arrive. More often than not, Tuan is sometimes as host for the younger ladies, getting them to buy more than necessary when it comes to food, especially dessert, when they're buying food in the dining room.
The day they shut down the Inn is on the anniversary of his father's death. Usually, they sit quietly near his grave, having a small picnic as they reminiscence about the old days. Tuan usually manages to sneak some rice wine from the alcohol cabinet and shares cup with his father. A sip for himself and the whole cup for his father by spilling the clear liquid on the tombstone.
Sample RP:
Having a bright pink Hanbok thrown at him was something that wasn't on his agenda for the day. Blinking at the terrifyingly pink garment, Tuan pulled it off his head to examine the garment closer. "What's up with this?"
"Tch, another man trying to ask for my hand in marriage," Phuong said sarcastically as she threw random clothing and hair accessories around the room. It was as if she was looking for anything in particular, but found stress relief by throwing her clothing around. It was going to be a pain in the ass to clean up later, but she might as well have her fun.
"Well you are-" Tuan was immediately cut off by a flying comb heading toward his head, which he effectively, if not by a hair, dodged.
"I don't care about my age! Mom wasn't 26 until she found dad, so my age doesn't really matter as of now," Phuong bristled as she fiercely dug through another one of her drawers, pulling out her undergarments, much to Tuan's annoyance and somewhat embarrassment. "They're just a bunch of losers. I won't marry until I find a guy who’s just, if not better, than dad was."
A lazy smile on his face, he shook his head in sympathy before standing up from his resting place, which was his sister's bed. Slowly, as if he was stalking an agitated animal, he crept behind his still distracted sister before tackling her from behind. A hand around her shoulders, one that still held her dress, he grinned, down at her, glad that his growth spurt finally made him taller than her. He gave her a warm hug, keeping still until she calmed down enough so that they could speak rationally. "There's no chance of finding a guy like dad. So...in the mean time, just find one that can just maybe come close to him."
Pushing the Hanbok closer to his sister before freeing her from his arms, he walked out the door. Leaning on the doorway, he smirked at her cheekily. "Maybe if you lower you expectations on the guy a little bit, you might find a guy for you in the end. I don't wanna see you still living here as an old maid when you’re forty after all."
In response, he had a brush thrown at him, smacking him directly in the middle of his face.
Age:21
Gender: Male
Nation: Earth
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Tuan is just slightly above average when it comes to looks. If it wasn't for his work, some people would call him frumpy looking. His hair is dirty brown in color, and the tips of it barely brush his shoulder blades when left down. Usually, it's placed in a messy ponytail, tied together with a leather tie. His bangs stubbornly come straight down his face, just barely touching the tip of his lightly freckled nose. The right side is unusually thick, covering up lime green eyes and a scar, he had since childhood, but on the left, it's thin enough so that he can see pretty clearly.
He refuses to go outside unless necessary, literally being dragged by his sister to go out to get a little fresh air. It's because what little of his pale skin that is exposed to the daylight will freckle like crazy, covering his hands and face and a bit of his neck with little brown dots. To his annoyance, his sister enjoys playing 'connect the dots' with his skin whenever that does happen.
Tuan barely hits 6 feet, but it mostly comes from his long legs. Although he's over his clumsy teenage years, he is often seen tripping on random items, and even nothing at all like air. He's coordinated and flexible enough to be able to steady himself enough before he really falls. His hands, especially the bottom of the palm, are callused from relying on his hands to stop his body from falling onto whatever kind of ground he's on.
Clothing/Armor: Tuan covers himself to the best of his ability because of the sun. He wears an off-white shirt with a high, Mandarin type collar, a column of forest green frog buttons go down the middle of his shirt. The hem of his shirt, which goes two or three inches past his weight, has a band of green, matching his buttons. His pants, the same forest green color, have soft, wheat colored criss crossing leggings that start just below the knee and stops near the ankle.
Covering it all is his knee length, dusty green robe, further shielding him from the dreaded sun. Oddly enough, he chooses to keep it loosely open by only buttoning the three middle buttons. Since it also has the same frog buttons as his shirt, he often says it's too much of a hassle buttoning it all. The sleeves bell out slightly, allowing him to hold small things in them like a pocketknife or a sandwich. The edges of the robe and sleeves are embroidered with a checkered design of mustard yellow and a darker green.
Weapons: From his late father, Tuan received a kusarigama which he stuffs in a hidden pocket in his robe. He was taught by his later father at a young age to handle the weapon until his death. After that, he taught himself out to use the kusarigama quickly and efficiently. He also has a pocketknife he uses when he needs to peel apples or carve wood.
Personality: Living in a village that's well known for it's hot springs and basically a tourist attraction for neighboring Earth Kingdom citizens, Tuan has a smile that can melt butter. He's a very mellow and sweet person, often seen taking his time doing everything. He's a 'here and now' person, preferring not to think about the past or the future. He says it'll just depress him or make him think too deeply, which he says often leads to trouble.
He's rarely seen mad or angered in any way. When he does somehow managed to become angry, he's a very sadistic person. Still, he does have a conscience, and doesn't like to draw out the inevitable, preferring to go for the kill. Fortunately, it's a rare occurrence. Usually, he just shrugs his shoulders and walks away. He's not confrontation unless necessary.
Because of his mellow and somewhat attitude, many people think that he's a procrastinator, which is partially true. He just finishes the thing that he was told to do barely under the time limit of when it was supposed to be done.
Background: Tuan and his family live near the capital, close to the mountainous region. Near the mountains are natural hot springs, heated by underground reservoirs. They saw it as an opportunity to make good money, his father Hue and his mother Lan, settled down, building by hand and the help of relatives, a small hot springs inn. Over the years, as the inn grew because of travelers and tourists, so did the family. Phuong, the first daughter and child, was born. Two years later, so did a quiet and very sleepy little boy. As all older children, Phuong was of course, jealous that her parents were suddenly diverted from her lovable self, to the chubby, pink blob with a mop of brown stuff sticking out of the blanket.
However, as most elder siblings reluctantly do, Phuong hesitantly allowed the pink blob into her life. Once she did, she eventually had him following her constantly, although slowly since Tuan could barely crawl. Yet, although Phuong had some hesitancy getting close to Tuan, she eventually became an overprotective older sister, as they grew older.
Tuan was small for his age and was as self-conscious about his freckles as he is now. Because of that insecurity, the children living in the village often picked on him. Often, they stole his hat and once, one of the bigger village children tried to cut his hair. Of course, Phuong, now older and incredibly doting of her little brother, chased away the bullies and even beat them up for it. Many of the time after a fight, she would come home with bruises all over her arms and even her face. Tuan would watch from the shadows of the doorway as his mother would treat Phuong and scold the girl for injuring herself.
One day, much to his sister and parent's shock, he came back home with a bloody nose and a cut that went down from the bottom of his eyebrow, crossing his eyelid, and stopped just above his cheekbone. He merely grinned and said that he had to be a man and stop relying on his sister for protection. He said the scar was simply a commemorative trophy for this day.
From that day on, his mother pushed his father to teach him Kusarigamajutsu so that they could stop incidents like this from happening. Personally, his mother would teach him simple pressure point techniques to stop his enemy in their tracks if the conflict did not need the kusarigama. At seven years old, Tuan would learn Kusarigamajutsu until he was twelve, the day his father was killed by some bandits that were raiding the Inn for money. That same day, Tuan spilt blood on his hand, defending his sister and mother before they were attacked. His face eerily calm, the ends of his lips upturned in a tiny, but cold smile as he efficiently killed the bandits -that had brutally killed his father for their amusement- by decapitation.
That was the only and only time Tuan had such an expression on his face, for his mother and sister, they've only seen a lazy, but caring smile on his face as he helps around the Inn. Even without Hue, his mother, a commanding and strong individual, managed to keep the place running. After their first few weeks grieving for their father, their mother slammed down a slip of paper that had the small amount of money the managed to save from the raid. She confidently smiled and said she would get through this slump and get back their business. Their father would not allow them to grieve for there was much work to be done to repair the Inn.
So they did. Tuan, ever since his father helped him grow stronger, he has gathered a pretty decent amount of friends who respect him -and kinda feared him with his kusarigama- and were willing to help him rebuild the Inn. That, and he had to promise them a kiss -from his sister and ONLY on the cheek- and a few days of relaxation in the Inn for their help. With their help, they managed to build the Inn to its former glory, even better, they added another wing to it and expanded the hot springs.
Tuan worked in the Inn by doing the manual labor like cutting the wood and sometimes does a little cooking like peeling and dicing the onions. His sister does most of the cooking while their mother acts as a friendly hostess, greeting the visitors as they arrive. More often than not, Tuan is sometimes as host for the younger ladies, getting them to buy more than necessary when it comes to food, especially dessert, when they're buying food in the dining room.
The day they shut down the Inn is on the anniversary of his father's death. Usually, they sit quietly near his grave, having a small picnic as they reminiscence about the old days. Tuan usually manages to sneak some rice wine from the alcohol cabinet and shares cup with his father. A sip for himself and the whole cup for his father by spilling the clear liquid on the tombstone.
Sample RP:
Having a bright pink Hanbok thrown at him was something that wasn't on his agenda for the day. Blinking at the terrifyingly pink garment, Tuan pulled it off his head to examine the garment closer. "What's up with this?"
"Tch, another man trying to ask for my hand in marriage," Phuong said sarcastically as she threw random clothing and hair accessories around the room. It was as if she was looking for anything in particular, but found stress relief by throwing her clothing around. It was going to be a pain in the ass to clean up later, but she might as well have her fun.
"Well you are-" Tuan was immediately cut off by a flying comb heading toward his head, which he effectively, if not by a hair, dodged.
"I don't care about my age! Mom wasn't 26 until she found dad, so my age doesn't really matter as of now," Phuong bristled as she fiercely dug through another one of her drawers, pulling out her undergarments, much to Tuan's annoyance and somewhat embarrassment. "They're just a bunch of losers. I won't marry until I find a guy who’s just, if not better, than dad was."
A lazy smile on his face, he shook his head in sympathy before standing up from his resting place, which was his sister's bed. Slowly, as if he was stalking an agitated animal, he crept behind his still distracted sister before tackling her from behind. A hand around her shoulders, one that still held her dress, he grinned, down at her, glad that his growth spurt finally made him taller than her. He gave her a warm hug, keeping still until she calmed down enough so that they could speak rationally. "There's no chance of finding a guy like dad. So...in the mean time, just find one that can just maybe come close to him."
Pushing the Hanbok closer to his sister before freeing her from his arms, he walked out the door. Leaning on the doorway, he smirked at her cheekily. "Maybe if you lower you expectations on the guy a little bit, you might find a guy for you in the end. I don't wanna see you still living here as an old maid when you’re forty after all."
In response, he had a brush thrown at him, smacking him directly in the middle of his face.