<Kulbulnas AlJaber> AlJaber, Kulbulnas
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Birthday: November 1st
Height: 6' 5"
Weight: 189 lbs
Specializations: Puppetry, Fūinjutsu, Taijutsu, Genjutsu
Elemental Affinity: Lightning, Earth, Fire
Rank: Genin
Village: Fukamigakure
Section 2: PersonalityPersonality: Kulbulnas is, as his name suggest, a love-filled, soft hearted lad. He loved the limelight, and will go out of his way to be the center of attention, whether it be from a female, or from his fellow villagers. But if someone asks to be the main attraction or something, it is almost impossible for Kulbulnas to say no. He is unable to refuse anything, and is cursed to always do favors for other people, if they ask, unless he learns how to refuse things.
Kulb is a very generous person, always willing to give instead of take. He doesn't mind giving up his possessions if it means the happiness of another, lesser fortunate person. He does, however, have a bit of an egotistical edge in his voice. This stems from the fact that he thinks himself a personal genius, and can solve any problem that comes his way, with no sweat.
Likes: Kulbulnas has a growing enjoyment of the opposite gender. He really enjoys spending time with them, and sometimes doing more than just talking. He thinks himself a bit as a ladies man, and will go out of his way to meet a new female. Kulbulnas also greatly enjoys foreign delicacies of any kind. He sometimes spends those extra few bucks in buying foreign foods or sweets, and indulged them afterwords.
Dislikes/Fears: Kulbulnas, like any other human being, has fears as obvious as day. He has a growing dislike for people who try to prove him wrong in any way, for some reason. He is a gullible one, and never agrees with someone who has a different opinion than his, and he ends up hating that person. He also has a very intense fear of clowns. Kulb will do anything in his way to avoid the topic and eye contact with clowns, no matter the cost. If he is stuck in the position, though, he begins to sweat profusely, and he is obviously frightened by them.
Motivation: Kulbulnas' Motivation is as simple as can be; Protection. He wants to be The Guardian of his loved ones, of his Village, or his Family. He uses his everyday strength to strive to become greater than he already is, and to surpass himself and others, so he could someday use his strength, to fend off all others, and to protect his loved ones from harms unpredictable way.
Section 3: Clan InformationBloodline: N/A
Bloodline Ability: N/A
History of Clan: N/A
Location of Clan: N/A
Section 4: BackgroundCharacter History: Born of no one prestige, Kulbulnas isn't anyone special. He grew up with his parents and his one older sister in the village peacefully. His parents were both Jounin, and niether were of any special stature among the people of the village. They weren't known very well, nor were they any special in what they did. They were just kind of, there.
Dachous sister, though, on the other hand, was a model ninja to go by. She graduated from the Ninja Academy at the same age as everyone else, but accelled above everyone elses expectations. She made it to the ranking of Chûnin during her first year as a Ninja, and she was hailed as a wonderful person, and as a wonderful Shinobi. Her high stature was praised most of all, though, by Kulbulnas. Kulb idolized his sister, and thought of her as the one true power of anything and everything. He basically worshiped the very ground she stepped on.
He grew up basically trying to repeat her every action, and her every way of life, which included the rights and wrongs of a Shinobi, so they were imbedded into his moral code at a very young age, and they continue to determine his choices even now. Kulbulnas studies extensively to pass the Ninja Academy with flying colors, to be just like his sister, and he eventually did. He passed his grade, albeit just barely making the flying colors pat of his dream. His parents and sister were essentially very proud of his achievement in his first step in the game of Life.
From that point on, Kulbulnas trained and trained to become one of the best ninjas in the village. He had signed up for the Chûnin Exams, and was anticipating them greatly. He had trained almost obsessively for them. But, as it turned out, all that training was to no avail. He had lost the Chûnin Exams during the first round, crushing his dreams. But, he still continus to train, to eventually become a Jônin, and show everyone what he's made of.
RP Sample: (Typed out fairly recently, albeit has nothing to do with Kulbulnas.)
Dachou lifted his spork once again to his mouth, to consume the barely edible substance that he was forced to eat in this jail. But, unfortunately, it was cut short, as a loud stomp was heard behind him. He sat there, frozen, as the eating utensil slipped from his fingers, melding into the mush that was called food. He felt the giant step on something, the slight vibrating was probably from the table. Oh, a creak, he just stepped on the chair. Everyone in the room froze, staring at the extremely ripped man walk over the table as if it was perfectly normal. The guards stood at the doors, shocked, and confused on what to do, so they just let it pass for now. Finally, after a few moments, commotion once again broke out into the crowd.
So this guy was the Earth King, and a little bit of a freak.
He stared at the Earth King, his face emotionless as the man went on with his small talk. The young Firebender sat and listened, his eye registering everything about this man. He seemed to be telling the truth, though Dachou couldn't tell for sure. He seemed just about twice Dachous age, it seemed. So Naraca definitely seen a lot more than Dachou has, so he might also have some experience in lying.
You could never be to sure with political figures, though. Political figures always lied to their people, giving empty promises in return for their votes, their love, their affection. Yet, Dachou had read a bit about this guy. He was an honest man in the eyes of the people. What happened behind the scenes, though, could be an entirely different story, right? That is the circle of life, my friends.
Dachou looked down, slowly, his head slowly nodded. He looked as if he was seriously considering what The King had said to him just now. But what he was doing, that was all Bull.
"Apology not accepted. Carry on with life, won't you?"
He pulled his tray from the table, spinning back around so he faced the table he was sitting at just previously. He took a step, before crouching back down, sitting firmly back into the same exact seat. He wondered how the man would react. He hoped it would be a noteworthy reaction.
Thu Oct 25, 2012 10:09 pm
