Name: Jerimiah
Nicknames: None

Village: None
Rank: Loner

Age: 16
Height: 5'2
Weight: 167
Apperance: Jerimiah has dark red hair and redy eyes. He has lightly tanned skinned and wears a black long sleeved shirt that is opened at the top in a long V style. He wears black cargo pants and red ninja shoes. On his neck he wears a silver chain with a small silver pendent.



Gender:Male
Clan:None
Family History: Jerimiah has no family that he knows of that is alive, but from his early years he remembers that his mother and father were ninja of the ANBU Corps. He has no siblings, nor does he have any aunts or uncles.

Character History: Jerimiah grew up as a child that lived up to the high expectations of his family. He study in the way of both a scholar and a ninja at a young age. When he was seven his parents were both brutally murder leaving him alone in a world of darkness until he was sent to a foster home which he later ran away from at the age of twelve. He refused to join a village because he didn't take lightly to ninja for they were the ones who caused his mother and fathers life. At age fourteen Jerimiah found out that he wasn't an ordinary kid. He was a Hybrid. Half wolf, half vampire. A create of mixed blood. As a child he always knew he was different in a way. He could feel it in his blood but he could never figure out what exactly. Later on near the age of fifteen he learned that this was the reason his parents were killed.

Personality: Jerimiah has a cold nature towards ninja of any kind even though he trained in their art for seven years. But overall Jerimiah is a pretty decent kid who lives as a loner traveling from place to place. He has a cool temper that rarely changes. Violence is last resort unless he feel threatened. Jerimiah likes to spend most of his time alone and any friends he makes usually just fade away into a forgotten memory.



RP Sample:

The night was colder than the previous one and the wind was the only thing the broke the silence. Jerimiah sat by himself as usual starring into the distance past the trees and people that were below him in the village. He was on a hill watching in silence, just like the night. A sigh escaped him and he stood up. He no longer felt like sitting around watching the people. If they saw him then they'd start to ask questions and he didn't like questions. Heading down the hill he looked up to the full moon. It was orange tonight, which was quite rare.

Giving a small smile he continued his eyes glowing lightly. It wasn't a long walk from down the hill but when he'd made it he noticed that someone was close behind. He turned slightly. Slowly he closed his hand. He could feel his nails going into his skin. He didn't like to be followed. Blood started to seep between his fingers and the smell of blood made him remember just what he was. He licked his lips and shook his head. "Leave me," he spoke in a quiet voice. "I'd hate to accidently kill you, I wouldn't want it on my conscious," he finished. Jerimiah could feel his heat speeding up. He was starting to panic because the footsteps were only moving closer.

If he ran then they'd think of him as a coward and he never ran. No matter what the cause was. His eyes glowed like rubies in the orange moonlight. Slowly he turned to face his follower. "Are you deaf?" He asked as he teeth turned to fangs. He was starting to loose control of himself and if he did, then he might accidently rampage and again he'd have to move. He hated what he was, but he had to put up with it no matter how much he did despise what he was.


Approved! Very good profile and RP Sample. Also you have been approved for a Hybrid.