Post by javan on Aug 14, 2009 9:43:28 GMT -8
( ♦ Javan Huntley ♦ )
Name: Javan Huntley
Age: 19
Grade: Graduated
Description: Javan is of a medium build with moderately developed muscles. His hair changes color with the seasons, dark brown in summer and onyx black in winter. His eyes are a solid blue at most times but flash a startling green when he is angered. His skin is light yet not pale, neither is it really tanned. He holds himself as if he has little confidence (old habits die hard) somewhat slouched, eyes cast down. He is about 5'8" and 180-190 pounds depending on time of year and how recently he has eaten. He will most often be seen with a book in hand, or at least in his pocket.
Height: around 5'8"
Weight:180-190
Personality: Javan is a quiet person who prefers to avoid conflict, but will gladly cross blades (figuratively and literally) with anyone who asks for a friendly bout. He is a dark and moody at time (most times really) but can also be very happy and talkative. His anger is great and his long list of criminal charges are proof of a remarkable ability to amass pent up rage. he is a three strikes individual with most things. If you insult or strike him you have three freebies then you suffer, if you strike another who is less able then yourself to defend themselves its a one shot deal, you hurt them he hurts you. He has little patience for bullies.
Likes: Reading, meditation, plants and gardening, animals, kids, girls+miniskirts....
Dislikes: People who abuse power, or who harms others for their own gain. Offenders of a Sexual or abusive crimes will quake before him before long.
History: Javan's sixth birthday:
"Mom? Why are we in Japan?" his voice was voice subdued, awed by the ancient buildings of Kyoto.
"Well sweetie, Daddy has business and he thought you might like to see some real samurai." his mother smiled at him, then her husband.
"You jewels or your lives." the voice was gravely, aged, and followed by a flash of silver and gurgling from the Robert Huntley's slashed throat the small dagger he had been drawing falling to the ground useless. Clara Huntley was next, then Javan himself, was slashed brutally across the chest the blade leaving a deep trail down through the muscle, scoring his ribs.
He awoke in a small shrine, an elderly woman in a priestess' clothes standing over him. washing his fevered face.
"You shall live child, and you shall be cared for, what you do with what has happened is your choice but remember this always,The Hikaru Clan of the Yakuza has adopted you into their family, if ever you need us we will come to you." He was shipped off to Harmony, California a week after, bearing his family's name 'Huntley' with a sad pride and the Yakuza Clan Hikaru's promise of teaching him what he needed to do what none had done for him and his parents.
Hometown: Casco, Maine.
Job:He has training in many fields but is the Schools unofficial grounds keeper. he has a teaching degree and excels at teaching English but doesn't feel the need to apply for a teaching position at his age. Not that he would refuse if asked.
Housing:He sleeps with his dog Luna in a tent on the school grounds occasionally but will foray out into the other areas.
Housing Description:its a tent... a tarp and four sticks held together with rope and duct-tape...
Name: Javan Huntley
Age: 19
Grade: Graduated
Description: Javan is of a medium build with moderately developed muscles. His hair changes color with the seasons, dark brown in summer and onyx black in winter. His eyes are a solid blue at most times but flash a startling green when he is angered. His skin is light yet not pale, neither is it really tanned. He holds himself as if he has little confidence (old habits die hard) somewhat slouched, eyes cast down. He is about 5'8" and 180-190 pounds depending on time of year and how recently he has eaten. He will most often be seen with a book in hand, or at least in his pocket.
Height: around 5'8"
Weight:180-190
Personality: Javan is a quiet person who prefers to avoid conflict, but will gladly cross blades (figuratively and literally) with anyone who asks for a friendly bout. He is a dark and moody at time (most times really) but can also be very happy and talkative. His anger is great and his long list of criminal charges are proof of a remarkable ability to amass pent up rage. he is a three strikes individual with most things. If you insult or strike him you have three freebies then you suffer, if you strike another who is less able then yourself to defend themselves its a one shot deal, you hurt them he hurts you. He has little patience for bullies.
Likes: Reading, meditation, plants and gardening, animals, kids, girls+miniskirts....
Dislikes: People who abuse power, or who harms others for their own gain. Offenders of a Sexual or abusive crimes will quake before him before long.
History: Javan's sixth birthday:
"Mom? Why are we in Japan?" his voice was voice subdued, awed by the ancient buildings of Kyoto.
"Well sweetie, Daddy has business and he thought you might like to see some real samurai." his mother smiled at him, then her husband.
"You jewels or your lives." the voice was gravely, aged, and followed by a flash of silver and gurgling from the Robert Huntley's slashed throat the small dagger he had been drawing falling to the ground useless. Clara Huntley was next, then Javan himself, was slashed brutally across the chest the blade leaving a deep trail down through the muscle, scoring his ribs.
He awoke in a small shrine, an elderly woman in a priestess' clothes standing over him. washing his fevered face.
"You shall live child, and you shall be cared for, what you do with what has happened is your choice but remember this always,The Hikaru Clan of the Yakuza has adopted you into their family, if ever you need us we will come to you." He was shipped off to Harmony, California a week after, bearing his family's name 'Huntley' with a sad pride and the Yakuza Clan Hikaru's promise of teaching him what he needed to do what none had done for him and his parents.
Hometown: Casco, Maine.
Job:He has training in many fields but is the Schools unofficial grounds keeper. he has a teaching degree and excels at teaching English but doesn't feel the need to apply for a teaching position at his age. Not that he would refuse if asked.
Housing:He sleeps with his dog Luna in a tent on the school grounds occasionally but will foray out into the other areas.
Housing Description:its a tent... a tarp and four sticks held together with rope and duct-tape...
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