Name: Mori Delenore
Age: 16-36 (Depends on the RP and my mood)
Height: 6' 2"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Eye color: Amber with small green clovers in the irises (he normally keeps his eyes closed)
Hair: Spiky, forest-green hair that could reach down to his shoulders if he let it.
Weapon (if needed): If you thought it was a sword or even a gun you'll be sadly disappointed...Mori is a hand to hand fighter.
Apperance: Baggy pants, a blue T-shirt inside of an unbuttoned stripped shirt with a pair of white sneakers.
Bio (yeah, I know all rolleyes have been waiting for this one):
A brilliant, but flamboyant boy by birth, Mori was never one to sit still or even let his father's money do the talking for him. It seems as if he can never get a person's name right and always mixes up the letters despite all the medical attention that he had recieved since a child. Nicknames he can get right only if they aren't shortened versions of the person's name.
At the age of sixteen, Mori decided, on a mere whim, to leave out and travel the world by himself. Easily able to rile up just about anyone, Mori causes as much trouble as he is worth, considering that the police have offered a huge reward if Mori is returned to his parents.
Starter:
Mori cartwheeled through the streets in the afternoon with a carefree smile adorning his lips. Despite never once opening his eyes, he easily navigated his way through the crowd, catching many curious stares from passersby. What also might have added to these curious stares was the fact that his long, spiky hair seemed naturally green as well as his well-tailored clothes that could not be afforded easily. "Such a glorious evening!" Mori exclaimed despite it being roughly noon in the city.
"There he is!" a large man in a business suit exclaimed to several other similar men. "Aww, and I was having such a good time to!" Mori exclaimed before he stood up and raced off, further into the city, with his pursuers hot on his heels. "Catch me if you can!" Mori taunted as he speed away. "Damn it, where the hell is the car?!" the one who was obviously the leader shouted at the other men. Just as Mori was about to escape, a limo cut off his path to only reveal more men climb out of it. "Sorry, sir, but I'm afraid your little trip is over." one of the men said to him. All Mori could do was watch them from his closed eyes. "Well this isn't good." he said to nobody in particular.
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Mori sighed as he cartwheeled to his new school to start his first day. Now, cartwheeling was not all that strange, but when one could do so nimblely with their eyes closed, that tended to get a few strange looks as he did so. He had just came out of the main office, the office administrator giving him and odd look as he seemed to know everything around him through his closed eyes, but had handed him his schedule to his first class. He was not all too surprised that so many people looked at him strangely. Nearly six feet and three inches in height and with a head full of natural green hair, Mori was a bit of a strange sight within the halls of Gelenoa Academy. He may be strange, but that was how he loved to live in any case.
"And I have to wear a uniform as well!" Mori complained in his mind. Truthfully, he had the shirt of the uniform open to reveal his well-toned chest and abs because he had found it so itchy and uncomfortable in the first place. "Father only sent me here because he went here as a child and it prepared him to take over the company! I don't even like weapons!" Mori ranted inwardly as he opened the door to his first class and went inside to start off with a bang. "Sorry, I got lost on the road of life!" Mori grinned as he walked into the class twenty minutes late and came up to the obviously angered teacher.
((The school one can be any type of school within reason (i.e. no all boys or all girls unless they're intergrating.). Pm to continue either one or if you don't like them then start a new one. Do not reply with a one-liner and be semi-lit to lit (no *'s either) other than that, have fun!))
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