Sorry I couldn't post on weekends.
Rainbow, I'm going to make a few adjustements to the form, so halt production on the story.
If you are going to publish my character, I want him to be somewhat original.
Name: Kura Ochi
Age: 14 and a half
How they were to be sacrificed: Buried alive, mwahaha!!
Personality: Calm, quiet, and friendly. Speaks with a slight British accent which can be annoying at times, but also kind of cute. Not exactly the "FRIENDSHIP!!!" type, more of the "I have a smile for everyone" type. Sparkling (fancy!) sense of when someone needs support, but he can also be naive at times. Gets clammy and cold in graveyards.
Appearence: Pale, roundish face with a button nose and green, shiny eyes. Short, light green hair that spikes down to the chin.
Clothing: A striped top (green and white), with faded jeans and lavender sneakers.
Likes: Making friends, when everything turns out all right, ice cream, and shiny items.
Dislikes: Making enemies, chili peppers, the undead, scary stories, and the sound of tinfoil crumpling up.
Strengths: Has an innocent charm in making friends.
Weaknesses: Naive, and sometimes clumsy.
Bakura was based on a TV show character. Kura is more original.
I tasted dirt for the third time that day. Yuck! I tried to get up, but Ricky kicked me again.
"Can't we just be f-friends?" I trembled, dodging one of his cronies' fists. He laughed.
"Go take that weird, let's be friends spiel, your accent, and get out of here!" he sneered. The others nodded dumbly, closing in. Then, I was on the street running. I need to get home. The boys gave chase, which was something they hadn't done in a while. Home! But suddenly, my feet veered in a different direction. What's going on? I wondered, trying to take control of my legs.
I don't know how far I'd run, but I somehow end up chasing a taxi that was heading down a dirt road. Two kids with fluffy dogs appeared at the side, and a girl with long, black hair poked her head out the cat window.
"Hey!!" she screamed. The kids started running towards the cat, not even noticing me. Whoever was driving the taxi slammed on the brakes, and I smashed into the car. I fell down, my ribs aching.
The girl got out as the taxi suddenly drove away. I blushed as she turned her gaze towards me.
"Hi," I greeted the others. "I'm Kura, and I just smashed into a taxi."
That was the old one.
Ow... my brain throbbed. The pain was catching up to me.
One of the kids was talking, and the nice girl with the black hair was walking away (or trying to). I wasn't listening. Somehow, I got up and staggered forward.
Mods please let this through!