Post by -- temari on Jun 5, 2008 16:43:46 GMT -5
name. ; Temari
age. ; 21 [ or would it be younger? older?]
rank. ; Jonin [as I would believe is correct?]
past experiences. ?
I've been roleplaying for five or so years now. I admin a harry potter next gen. site and I've been doing so for a good year now. I've played various naruto characters on neopets & through one-on-ones on aim and msn. Such characters include Temari, Ino, Anko, Orochimaru, Sasuke, Sakura, Rock Lee, Tenten, and Itachi, along with naruto-based characters (usually chunin) that I managed to concieve on my own. I took a hiatus for three months but have returned eager for a good roleplay and I do hope I meet the qualifications.
sample rp. ;
The grandeur of Konohagakure did not outshine the rustic, desert beauty of the Sand Village from where the bemused young woman had originated. Though her fondness for the village had certainly developed over time, she could never favor it over the dunes and dust of her birthplace. That characteristic smirk dressed the sand-kunoichi's face in something of a wry, smug expression that had always looked good on her. Temari stood on the edge of the Main Gate, body leaning against the railing with that infamous iron fan leaning beside her. They made quite the pair, didn't they? Fan and woman, observing the comings and goings of a village that had become something of a refuge for her and her siblings. Refuge? Pfft. That made it sound as though they begged for safety and protection, as though it was a sanctuary to hide themselves. Hardly. If there was one thing that the young woman did not need, it was protection. So said the stubborn, tough-as-nails personality that shone fierce in teal-blue eyes.
With arms crossed along her chest, Temari considered all that had occurred within these walls. It seemed only days ago when she and her brothers had entered the Chunin Exams; a part of the plot that was being conspired right beneath the noses of the oblivious Leaf shinobi. Now, however, she had come to respect them immensely. Well, those who deserved it, anyway. Take Shikamaru Nara, for instance. She had once considered him a lazy fool. And now? Well, he was attempting to be a man... sometimes failing enough for Temari to come and rescue him. Even the thought of it persuaded the girl's smirk to broaden; a grin that told the stories of times she knew she'd be laughing about later. A wind that lifted the green leaves from the ground shifted through the blonde's bound hair, nudging her fan slightly as though seducing it to the cool touch of wilderness. "Seems rather nostalgic, doesn't it?" The voice was not hers.
Temari needn't even turn to see who it was, however. She knew her brother's presence anywhere. She could even sense the inhuman weight of the puppet he carried constantly along his back. Her smirk did not waver. "It's just hard to believe," she began, in that calm voice that suffered no ignorance, "that we first came here with the purpose of destroying them." A clever chuckle escaped her as she mused the idea light-heartedly, leaning her head back somewhat to lean along her strong shoulders. The puppeteer turned his painted face towards the village that lounged before them, his own chuckle ensuing hers. "Time can change anything," he responded, "I mean, look what's become of Gaara." She nodded in soundless agreement, having remembered those days when she, like Kankurou, had feared the unstable powers that lurked inside of their young sibling. Temari's tough disposition often hid such doubtful moments of her past, but the sand siblings knew one another inside and out. She felt no need to strike up her usual guard with the puppet master.
Having grown too surreal for her tastes, Temari suddenly, though unhurriedly, took up her fan and noticed how hungry she had become. The journey from Sunagakure was long enough to have convinced a dry hunger inside of the calm sand-kunoichi. "C'mon," she urged her brother gently, "lets go get some ramen or something." Glad to agree, Kankurou nodded and took off, apparently not humble enough to wait for his sister. Men and their stomachs, after all. She managed to take one last glance at the village, now lit with twinkling lights as dusk covered the cozy community. Really, she was beginning to understand why these shinobi fought so feverishly for their morals; for their ninja way. They promoted peace, didn't they? And for that, the sand-nin was grateful. So with barely a sound, Temari made to follow her brother. The ramen was said to particularly delicious, after all.
password. ;
i) attack of
ii) the dancing
iii) potatoes.
