Howard Wright ; ;

[Howard Wright]

HOWARD WRIGHT

| B a s i c s |

• Nickname/s

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• DOB [/color] | July 30th, 1989.
• Age [/color] | 18
• Ethnicity [/color] | Caucasian
• Occupation [/color] | Student
• Canon or Original [/color] | Canon
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| A p p e a r a n c e |

• Overall Appearance

[/color] | Howard is very much your average American boy. He stands five feet eight inches, though is known to slouch, and prefers to wear jeans and comfortable shirts. He often accents himself with a variety of rings and bracelets, his ears are both pieced with small silver rings. His eyes are a dark, earthen brown, his hair it’s ashy similar. His body is rather slim, not taking the time to make any sort of build through sports or activities, preferring to stay inside and write on his blog.

He is know to make a variety of facial expressions, his friendly smile often consuming his face and easily infecting all it touches, his almond shapes eyes sometimes obtaining that otherworldly sparkle. Howard has a fairly unique facial structure, a smooth jaw line, a set of full, colored lips and a Roman-esque nose that gives definition to his profile. Sometimes he is a bit clumsy in his movements, but it adds to the odd charm he carries about him.
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| P e r s o n a l i t y |

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• Overall Personality[/color] | Howard is the type of boy to attract a lot of people. He is very friendly, and will often start conversation to break the ice with a happy smile of his full lips. He is quite optimistic, preferring to rely on what little good may come then the imminent course of bad. However, he does get alarmed quite easily, and depending on the situation, he will turn either shy or defensive. He has a habit of cursing rather frequently, especially under high-stress, but will often hold his tongue around a girl. Under different situations, the youth is actually rather serious, attempting a thorough think-through of his actions if caught in a tight-spot. His brows will furrow foreword and his nose will wrinkle in thought.

Honest and loyal, it is hard for Howard to turn down any type of cry for help, sometimes into the worst of situations. He believes in following his instincts, so although scared quite easily, his sharp reflexes spring him into action like the bravest of men. He is the type of boy to believe in heroes and long-lost love, sometimes getting teased avidly by his friends for it. Sometimes he can be bitterly selfish, thinking only of himself and what he needs. He fights for his beliefs, and can be very opinionated when pressed.[/blockquote]

| H i s t o r y |

• Birthplace

[/color] | America.
• Family [/color] | A mother, often not home.
• Other Relations [/color] | N/A
• Companion [/color] | N/A
• Overall history[/color] | Howard was born and raised in America, and brought over to Japan in 2005 to attend an international school of his choice. He picked up Japanese fairly quickly, but still stumbles with it from time to time. Living with his mother in the bustling city of Tokyo, Howard quickly set out to make friends. He could talk with the other students of his school, but also talked with the inhabitant of the town in ramen shops and fashion districts, linking people back to his blog where he could keep in touch. He came to love Japan very quickly.

One slow night, he received an e-mail from someone named “Sam Monroe”, addressing Howard personally by name. Though most of his friends threw it off as spam, Howard couldn’t help but be intrigued by the letter. Doing some extensive research on the village mentioned, “Hanuda”, and ultimately making the decision to follow the letter’s challenge and venture there for himself. On August 3rd, 2007, Howard Wright got on his bike and drove down the busy roads and into the desolate country-side. A decision that would change his life forever.
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| O u t o f C h a r a c t e r |

RP Sample

Denial. He couldn’t even form the word on his tongue, none the less think of it without bile stinging at the back of his throat. It felt like a belly-full of ice-water, cold and numb as the clothes clinging slickly to his back. His mind seemed to be catching the same time of illness, his body had by now slowed from running, as had the thoughts, the tumbled whispers and images now almost completely halted. Now all that came to his mind was that it felt nice, to think nothing, to be so absolutely blank, so empty. TO think some would take this as a curse.
Dark hair tumbled over his face, plastering over his eyes, large hands reach up only to caress it, not to move, simply to touch. Dark eyes peering up at the late-night sky, stars spilled across the blackness in a display that used to be so beautiful, so full of meaning. Fluorescent lights flashes pink against the pouring water on his skin. He’d passed so many, nothing in this world could’ve told him why h choose to look up at this one. But instantly, something clicked, a solution to this hell. Body heat could melt this awful feeling away, could wash away his conscious with a bowing spine.
He couldn’t remember walking in, all that flashed in his mind was pulling a soggy wallet from his drenched attire, pulling out a stack of wrinkled bills and dropping them upon the front desk. Water dripped down his sullen features, and he had to clear his throat before he could push out words.
“Give me the best you’ve got,”

Awful, un-kept thoughts had began to bubble up again, searing painfully against his mind as teeth bit down onto his bottom lip, salt breaking way against his tongue a figures floated into his line of vision. A mess of short brown hair on a painted canvas, large eyes that held only disappointment, fear— A voice finally managed to pierce his thoughts at needle point, the young male quickly turning his head, black and yellow spots blossoming in his vision as he observed the figure before him. A young girl, or what, in his emotionally drunken state, he thought to be a girl, stepped into the light before him. Embodied in lace, long shining hair, and the disposition of an angel. And it really seemed like an angel, stepping before him in curdles of cream colored light, with soft, round eyes that shone with long kept tears. Bright wet lips that shone graciously against the milky colored skin. Beautiful, like a delicate porcelain doll. He was so afraid to even extend a hand to it, so afraid of breaking it. Suddenly he felt stiff, stupid, as he began to shuffle past the desk, making a trail of droplets away from the puddle that the receptionist now sneered unhappily at. Stepping delicately now past the small figured child, his own eyes dismal even in presence of such light, dark, over-bearing. His empty body moved itself to the middle of the room, then stopped, unresponsive… What was he supposed to do now?

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