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Name: Eliza
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Best Contact Method: Email or PM through this journal/my personal journal.
Previous RP Experience: Kank over at Host Club.

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Name: Kiba Inuzuka
Age: 18
PB: Chace Crawford
Classification: Brunette
Occupation: Assistant to a holistic vet; resident David Beckham~ ♥

Background History:
It wasn't as if Kiba had any choice but to be a brunet. With every member of his family pre-determined at birth for a second-rate life, it was just in his blood. Kiba was the second child to his parents, following a sister from several years prior. Whether it's because of or despite of the Inuzuka family being middle class, they are all warm, kind, invasive and very, very extended. If Kiba had been born in a normal sized family, being the baby would have had it's privileges: being able to get away with anything by blaming it on others; not having to share with anyone; being spoiled with all the attention and love. But when you have more family than you can count, you aren't the youngest for very long, and while Kiba has no immediate younger siblings, there are younger cousins and second-cousins that quickly took away all the doting affection.

Which wasn't really a problem. Sure there were a couple of hand-me-downs, but being a brunet (and from a large family), that was expected anyhow. So for the first several years of his life, Kiba was completely content. Loving parents, obnoxious sister (that he's actually quite close with- hence the number of arguments), and a life that was fair enough. His relationship with his parents was neither strained nor close, simply that of son and parents. His father was the more compassionate of the two, though was in no way soft. Considering who he married, he couldn't afford to be. He was just able to look at things with a more sentimental, wiser view than his wife. It was this trait of his that allowed him to work so efficiently treating animals in one of the few veterinary clinics in the second district. The clinic is not owned nor funded by the Inuzuka family, and they more often than not barely break even from its proceeds. A lot of the time put in to the program is volunteer, not paid, but with Kiba's father as the head vet there, it was easy to find helping hands. Staff was found in family members; Kiba's mom not included. His mother wore the pants out of his parents, tough and strict, and unafraid of handing out an ass whooping if necessary (and oh, doesn't he know it!). All in the name of love, of course. She worked in some labor-esque job; Kiba never asked and didn't really care. He did know that she didn't really like the job her husband held down, and that there were lots of loud, object-throwing types of arguments between them because of the fact. There was one time he asked his dad about why his mom was angry for being the only one 'bringing home the bacon.' Kiba never got an answer.

He did care about the work his father did, which was probably largely due to the fact that he related more to his dad than his mom. And also because he adores animals. After all, they only hurt you when you threaten them, which is far more understandable than human behavior (he still doesn't get women e_e). More often than not he hung out at the clinic after school to 'help out', which was basically just an excuse to take the dogs out to the small, secured kennel area to kick around a soccer ball with them. He was careful to steer clear of the cats, because they are vicious, snarky little things and you can't rough house with them. It was always interesting- one thing Inuzuka's never were was dull- and occasionally they got in farm animals: horses, cows, that sort of thing. Kiba was sure he learned more from his dad and the other vets than he did at school. This naive way of life was easier when he was in elementary school, because the work was simple and life was carefree, and Kiba hadn't yet grasped the concept of caste differences. When he finished the last year of elementary school, his parents split. While it wan't horribly devastating for him, Kiba still went through the usual worries and concerns that any child who's parents divorce go through. Was it his fault; would they get back together; why were they angry with each other?

There was some good that came out of the divorce though, as there always is. For one, despite his parents split, the extended relatives didn't hate each other, so get-togethers were still huge. It also meant that his mother took on both parental roles, which had its pros and cons. Her paternal side made her work longer, harder hours and put up with far less bullshit than she used to. Her maternal instinct seemed to soften; she understood that her children were upset by her divorce, and it lessened the anger she had toward her son when he brought home a grungy, unhealthy pup that his father had been caring for. As far as he was able to determine from his father's teachings, the pup was at least descended from a Great Pyrenees, although it's probably safe to say that there'd been some cross-breeding. She let him nurse it back to decent health, and made it a house rule that yes, they could have pets so long as they were only dogs (cat allergies; gerbils/hamsters are just rats in disguise), and that the kids paid for all their care soon as they were able. The dog was really what helped Kiba through his parent's divorce, and the growing boy and puppy bonded almost instantly. Kiba named him Akamaru, and is damn near literally attached at the hip with him. Since his mom and sister are both out of the home more often than not, Kiba kept Akamaru at the clinic during his trade school hours. In addition, the divorce also helped clinch what Kiba decided he wanted to study at school; he decided to follow in his father's footsteps, however cliche that is.

Target occupation? Veterinary sciences, without the actual science part. Bright as he was, those chemical compounds and equations never really worked well for Kiba. Instead, he went through school learning a more holistic approach to treating and curing animals. In the several years he was taking lessons, he began to actually believe what he was learning, instead of just picking his nose through his classes. Natural remedies were so much better for domesticated animals; antibiotics and prescription narcotics would only prove to dull the symptoms, a short term effect. Though there isn't much a similarity between human and animal anatomy (exception for pigs; what does that say), the outlook that 'nature nurtures' sunk into his system, and Kiba began to apply the method to himself. Not that he'd ever been much of a pill popper- since he's naturally athletic, his immune system is quite strong. By the time he was ready to enter an internship, Kiba was- and is- fully believing in holistic remedies for all species. After all, you know what's in nature and what to expect from it. Who knows what's in those tiny, doctor-signed pills? He is, however, okay with vitamins and supplements since they're basically nature in capsule form.

His father hadn't been holistic at all, relying on the same medications Kiba was learning to renounce. The vet that replaced his father at the clinic, however, was just that, and was the one that encouraged Kiba to continue that line of study. That doesn't mean Kiba likes him all too much- after all, he's taken his father job and acts real holier-than-thou, just like most holistic vets. But he does let Kiba keep Akamaru around whenever he likes, and is quick to correct his mistakes (which is actually really annoying). He also decided to keep the sort of flimsy adoption/kenneling ideas that Kiba's father had been trying to initiate, which aren't technically a part of the veterinary clinic, but if families come in and want to take an animal home, or need to leave one there for a few days, they'll hook them up. It's under the table and off the books. So for that, Kiba gives him some respect. It had been Kiba's hope that his mother would have taken the position, but she was comfortable at her job and has little knowledge of how to actually treat animals. She volunteers when needed, and Kiba takes those golden opportunities to boss her around as much as he can.

Which he always regrets once they get home. v_v

He has no real plans for his future. Ideally he'd like to take over the veterinary clinic and become this big hero in the second district, and maybe you know, try and get a no-kill shelter established. Other than that though, he just sort of takes things days at a time, because he just doesn't see the point in planning far into the future. Goals are one thing; blueprints are another. His big dream of dreams though? To become some famous, AMAZING athlete. Soccer or basketball or football, just something! Because that would be really cool and he'd get to sign autographs and have his picture taken all the time. And his pretty face needs to be on every lady's bedroom wall~. Blondes included; he's not too discriminating.

Actually, Kiba has no real dislike for Blondes unless they're giving him a hard time. He does think that the whole system blows, because folk are just folk and should be treated equally. That said, he's fairly distrusting of dark-hairs, and doesn't exactly go out of his way to associate with them. They sort of weird him out (they're shady and crooked) although he's inclined to be more accepting of dark hair females than dark hair males. There are a very few, select times he's been to the third district, and each one of them was with an adult or two, and each time was to release some stray that was healthy, but had been abandoned by their owners.

Personality/Likes & Dislikes:
When you're told you're 'average' and 'just good enough' from the time you're born, you either accept the fact, or try and alter it. For Kiba it was never any question. Considering the amount of trouble he went through to be the center of attention as much as possible, it wasn't out of his way to try and be the definition of 'more than meets the eye.' Once he wasn't the youngest in the family anymore, he became loud and obnoxious and blunt. Anything to keep eyes on him, so that meant putting on badly preformed sporting tricks in the living room- juggling a soccer ball (on his knees, not actually juggling), kicking a hacky sack around- all which ended in him breaking a vase or window. But it's all in good fun, and he wouldn't ever do anything that would really upset or hurt his family.

Kiba is extraordinarily loyal to those he loves, unless they're being assholes- they're on they're own (okay lies, but he'll be stubborn about it). Sometimes that can be a bad thing, because he's quick to badmouth those who've wronged him or his friends or his family, and his mouth is definitely the biggest part of his body. Unless you catch him in a rather amorous mood then no, it's only the second biggest.

He's got a great sense of humor, albeit a little raunchy, but he loves to make people laugh. It can be at his own expense or the expense of others (preferably at the expense of others), just so long as people are laughing since that's the highest form of flattery. Not imitation. He thrives off the energy of other people, so he gets louder and more boisterous the more people there are. And there are usually a lot, in school or just around town, because Kiba is definitely a people-person. He knows the right things to say, even if it's a lie, because he's real good at sugar coating. Still, he tries to that only when absolutely necessary but damn, people are so sensitive. Even if he says the wrong thing, people still flock to him. Kiba is just naturally a kiss ass, which adults love and kids loathe, but whatever feelings people have toward him, the fact remains that the boy is popular. Attention-seekers usually are.

Unfortunately, because of his age and just the type of person that he is, Kiba is rather short-tempered, although he doesn't hold a grudge for more than five minutes. But in those five minutes, anything can happen, from him decking you to loudly announcing that you've got the Clap. After that, he'll give you that shit eating grin he's so good at, all teeth, and ask if you're cool (though not nearly as cool as him, of course). He's impulsive, so if you call him in the middle of the day and ask him to do X, Y and Z, he'll be there. No questions asked. That makes him rather reckless. He likes to be large and in charge, because he thinks knows he's the shit and wants to make sure that EVERYBODY realizes it.

Kiba is naturally athletic, and whenever he can will participate in something sports-related. Sometimes it's back-alley soccer; sometimes it's running around getting into trouble. Occasionally, if someone can find the space, it'll be a variation of football or basketball. Kiba just likes to stay active, and likes what it does for his body even more. The amount of time he spends being active means that his metabolism is like amazingly fast, so he wolfs down more food than humans should be able to. Which makes sense since he's a teenage boy, and they eat their weight (and then some) in food. If he can't find the time to play (and he's got quite a reputation around his neighborhood for being real good- he's always first pick on teams), then he'll settle for watching it and you can bet that his room is decked out in promotional posters of his favorite teams.

Aside from sports, his favorite things are food (food food and more food), his dog of course, girls girls girls, beef jerky, watching action and comedy movies, and just kickin' it with friends that he made in school or just from around the local area. Kiba has a fairly optimistic outlook on life, despite being of a repressed caste, so most things he likes, in some form or fashion. Least favorite things? Foods that aren't chewy (aka that he can't properly sink his teeth into), guys who are better than him at stuff who rub it in, getting chewed out by his Ma, people who call him a hippie for being against even simple pain killers, that sort of thing. Oh, and that Akamaru is eight years old already, since Pyrenees' live between ten and twelve years. And dark hairs, because we all have our prejudices, and he knows that they're all a little shady. But he still doesn't want to see them get abused as they do by blondes, and can't stand nor stomach beheadings. Like at all. He saw one once and ralphed. So while he is reckless and impulsive, when it comes to real down-and-dirty rule breaking, he'll probably think about it first. Even though Blondes are more likely to lob off a dark-hair's head, Kiba's too attached to (both of) his to put it in jeopardy.

Sample Post:

First Person
My fucking holo vid cut out on me AGAIN. It's like the third time this week! I keep trying to get Ma to spring for a new one, but she just always smacks me upside the head and tells me I shouldn't be watching that trash anyway. 'Course then I always gotta tell her that it ain't trash, that it's an action film and that it's old school! I mean, from before my time anyway, and that goes for the fucking holo vid too. Then she'll just smack me again for being a smart ass. Hey, I can't help it if I'm smart like that! Brilliance man, it's what I'm all about. But if she's not careful, I'm gonna end up with no brain cells and just this smokin' hot bod I got to make any decent money.

Actually, I could probably make some decent bank selling this sexy piece. Too bad I ain't about to head down to the Third to see if that's the truth. I mean, I like it dirty and all, but that's just a little too much. Some of them dark hair girls are cute though, am I right! Nothin' on the girl down the street though, she's fine, like her body is straight kickin'.

Oh and crap, I forgot I was supposed to boil some more hamburger today. We got this dog, some sorta Shepard mix, who's been hurling everywhere real bad-like. First thing I know to try is let him fast for 24 hours, then boil burger and chicken which I DID, but then I got hungry and ate it. Big mistake, it took all the flavor out but I just threw some hot sauce on it and bam, dinner. Ma got a little suspicious when she asked me where all the burger went but I just told her I didn't know and then bailed.

And Akamaru seriously, seriously damaged the Eat-In. Like I don't know if he slobbered all over it or if he just decided he wanted to pretend it was a giant pig ear, but whatever he did there are teeth marks all up on it, and whenever I try and order a cheeseburger or that uh, those short rib things with the weird name, I get Chinese food. Which is good, don't get me wrong, but I can only eat so much mushu pork.

...who'm I kidding I could eat like twenty pounds of it. I think I did once, because I remember taking this crap that looked a whole lot like that number seven special. But it was HUGE and I was impressed, since it didn't feel as big as it was. Stretched across the whole damn toilet I mean, I think that's a record breaker. I was gonna save it and see if I couldn't find someone to verify that, but someone flushed it, clogged up the toilet, and left a note on the seat tellin' me to plunge it. Total crap. All puns intended.

Third Person
Kiba had been thrilled at first when this cute 36-24-34 had walked in; yes, he could determine that on spot. Maybe he was off by a cup size (he hoped). She was that light haired version of a brunette, all sun-bleached and the like, and was definitely right up his alley. Of course she brought in a cat, because the ladies loved the cats and that always made Kiba want to make a joke about pussies. It was the usual banter at first, oh look how sweet she is, what's her name (because felines were always referred to with a female pronoun), etc etc. Stuff that Kiba didn't actually care to know but pretended he did, just to get her number. He found out the cat was a male, which he'd known but whatever, that his name was something ridiculous like Bojangle, all that chatter stuff. Then the girl actually started talking.

He liked them unable to tell the difference between left and right, but he didn't like them stupid.

When she'd expressed concern about her baby boy being in heat, Kiba hadn't meant to laugh. It was rude, and the ladies didn't like being laughed at. But it was just silly, and he'd thought she was joking. Then she'd blinked at him, damn near vacantly, and he'd stared at her before grinning widely. "You're kidding, right babe? Guy cats don't go into heat- just the lady ones do. They make this God-awful 'rowr'," which he imitated, disregarding the stares from the waiting room, "and try'n sex up every dude cat they can find."

Little Miss Half-A-Brain across the counter he was leaning on swept her hair over her shoulder. "Right, but!" she started, poking her fingers through the carrier and wriggling them. "He's in heat soooo... how do I stop it? Is it like a period?" Period, fuck, gross, ew; Kiba rubbed his hand over his face before smacking it on the counter.

"No, that's not how it works babe. Guys don't go into heat. They get hot under the collar 's all. Get it?" He held his hands out, like he was expecting her to place something on them, hoping that with the added hand gesture she'd actually understand. But with a determined expression, she pushed her stupid cat in its stupid container closer to him.

"Just keep him here 'til he's done heating, okay?"

Oh he was so defeated. It would have been easier to say no if the girl had been ugly, but she wasn't. She was a real looker, so Kiba stood straight with an over-acted sigh, closed his eyes and nodded. "Fine fine," he agreed, pulling up what looked to be a list of contacts on the smooth surface of the counter. "But we're real short on space, so you gotta do me a favor, alright babe?" Bright-eyed, she nodded, pulling her fingers from the cat's container. When she said 'yes, sure, what?' Kiba shot her a grin that was definitely hiding something, and if she'd been smart, she might have known that. "Go to lunch with me, soon as I check uh Bo... Ba... the cat in. Oh, and I'll need your number. You know," he added quickly, "in case something with his heating goes wrong."

The girl supplied Kiba with the digits, and he expertly entered it into his phone, which was what he'd projected across the counter. While she said no to lunch this first time around, when he called her the next day to say there was something urgent he had to talk to her about Bojangling Jr. she met him in record time. He managed to keep her guessing all through the calzones, and finally told her that her damn cat was just fine (just like her, which was what got him a second date).