- Messages
- 913
- OOC First Name
- Brad
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Widow
- Sexual Orientation
- Homosexual
- Wand
- 10'' Rosewood with Unicorn tear core
- Age
- 12/2014 (39)
James walked downthe road naveling at all the buildings and different people, this what it felt like to be a ninja. In the western world the woman and men that could use magic were called wizards and witches but back home he was told they were ninja and that he was choosen to train with these most dangerous men and women. Jamie would go to a massive dojo nearby and learn the art of magic and would return home and use his skills to help the need ward off the evil yakuza who had killed his parents.
Jamie walked down the streets and was given odd looks by the people around him, he was dressed in his traditional traveling gear and his trusty wooden bokken at his hip ready for anyone to try and cause him harm. Jamie knew he was different from his fellow brother monks since he was old enough to understand. Jamie was an american born child with no living relatives, his parents were killed in a gang battle as innocent bystanders and his master dropped him off at a local monastery in japan to be raised. Jamies appearance was strange even around the westerners for his hair was platnium in color, no one yet knew why his hair was such a color but he liked it for it made him feel special.
Jamie decided to take seat and snack on an apple he had picked up earlier this morning, eric found it funny how all the magic people around him as none of them carried a sword to protect themselves with, his master had punished him when he left his sword at the monastery one time. A warrior sword was their life and without it you were nothing but a dead man. Jamie bit into his apple and continues to watch the people go about their shopping.
Jamie walked down the streets and was given odd looks by the people around him, he was dressed in his traditional traveling gear and his trusty wooden bokken at his hip ready for anyone to try and cause him harm. Jamie knew he was different from his fellow brother monks since he was old enough to understand. Jamie was an american born child with no living relatives, his parents were killed in a gang battle as innocent bystanders and his master dropped him off at a local monastery in japan to be raised. Jamies appearance was strange even around the westerners for his hair was platnium in color, no one yet knew why his hair was such a color but he liked it for it made him feel special.
Jamie decided to take seat and snack on an apple he had picked up earlier this morning, eric found it funny how all the magic people around him as none of them carried a sword to protect themselves with, his master had punished him when he left his sword at the monastery one time. A warrior sword was their life and without it you were nothing but a dead man. Jamie bit into his apple and continues to watch the people go about their shopping.