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Name: Jen
LJ Username: yuujisou
Age: 17
AIM Screename: capslockdotsbaby

Character's Name: Hyuuga Neji
Character's Age: 20
Character's Model: Shinji [SID]
Year in School: Senior
Major / Minor: Psychology Major / English Literature Minor
Clubs / Activities / Job?: Martial arts, swimming, tennis. Member of student council, aiming for the position as its president. Occasional modelling as a job.

History / Biography: Neji was born into a well-functioning family business in pharmaceutics far from poverty and unemployment. Despite having been shielded from the worse parts of society with a lot of fiscal stability, he would be far from calling his childhood a happy one.

Neji lost his father Hizashi when the Hyuugas made the mistake to bargain with a member of a Chinese Triad clan who was able to provide the means to let them turn new chemical entities into a medication in a far less pricey way than their former one. In turn, he demanded 25% of their profit. Begrudgingly, Hiashi, Hizashi's superior and older twin, consented to the arrangement. He had no plans of sharing the money, however, and came up with a way to leave his former liaison without a pinch of his share and no contract to refer to. He only realized his mistake when his eldest daughter was kidnapped by the furious man who demanded him in turn for her safety. Hizashi, usually one to simply follow his twin's decisions instead of assuming responsibilities, was turned in in Hiashi's stead - by choice, but his son was not told that fact until he turned fourteen. Neji was four years old.

Since, he had been at odds with his uncle and the rest of the family, also refusing to be successor to a corporation that engaged in such dirty business despite the fact that he was the most suited boy of his generation. Essentially, however, he grew up with his uncle and two cousins. He has been dealing with Hiashi's high expectations instead of loving treatment and the warmth of a family - something he would not have chosen if he could, grateful for the lack of false-faced happy family farce.

The experience turned Neji into a quite aloof, poignantly bitter child; early teenagehood only worsened those traits. Gifted with natural talents and a well-educated background, it did not take long for him to exceed all of Hiashi's expectations. Soon after entering college, he became a member of student council. Unfortunately, he had the high tendency to look down upon the less sophisticated kids and refrain from giving them the same rights as those he would consider 'deserving' of their position in this particular school.

That, apparently, was a thick thorn in the eye of one in particular, and Uzumaki Naruto confronted Neji about it.

Neji didn't get to hear things he was entirely unused to, but usually he was able to shoot down such protests with a few well-chosen, icy words. Accordingly surprised by the fact that Naruto just wouldn't back down, he allowed himself to have it turned into an argument - a mistake, maybe, as the argument turned into a full-fledged fight. As a martial arts genius, however, it shouldn't have proved to be a problem. Naruto was nobody in particular, another of those people blinded by optimism, someone Neji was genuinely surprised to even see entering college.

Which made the fact that he, Hyuuga Neji, lost to him, such an mind-boggling, infuriating fact. It was hard to accept that, somewhere along the way, his views on life and destiny had been miscalculated, but he was not foolish, nor superstitiously assuming that fate was playing tricks on him. A few surprisingly affecting sentences of Naruto beat him to proving it to himself: He was wrong, and the others had been right.

Little time later, when he turned fourteen, his uncle deemed him old enough to learn about the real background behind the death of his father. It fit just fine into the puzzle of the new world view Neji was developing. He warmed up a little to his family, but moreso to his fellow students - still a little reclusive, denial close on his heels whenever it came to admitting to actually respecting and liking anyone from the bottom of his heart; but he enjoyed sharing his quality time with others in both casual and sophisticated conversations.

With his obvious interest in human nature and mindset, his major choice for college was quite obvious from the start. Interpretation of literature, spending hours in the library only to return home with two bags full of books to continue, made the decision for his minor just as easy.

Knowledge is the first of Neji's two guilty pleasures. In his spare time, he can be found studying or researching about whichever subject might have caught his interest; due to that, he has gathered up an impressive general education. He is never disinclined from solving crosswords, puzzles and riddles; however, his main interest had always had its focus in human anatomy and accupressure, the inquisitiveness on the matter most likely to be blamed on his constant work on perfecting his personal martial arts style.

His second, far more simplistic guilty pleasure is tea. He is rare to be found without at least a cup of it next to his piles of studies; to him, who has shunned the exaggerated alcohol consumption among youths, a good cup of tea can be just as calming and satisfactory as a scotch to an old retiree.

Neji is a vain person. Although changing his hair style occasionally (which comes with the job), he usually keeps it quite long and in a low ponytail. You're never going to see him in slacks and a shirt that has not been freshly ironed; he considers trainers an insult to the eyesight. His occupation after school allows him to fully indulge in said vanity and is more of a relaxation to him than anything else; the fact that it pays well is only a welcome bonus. He does get financial support from his family and has his father's heritage to rely on, but those he refuses to spend for more than his education.

Third person writing sample:

Neji walked down the gravel walk of the park in quick strides, pulling his coat around him tighter. He would have enjoyed the shooting if not for the freezing temperature and the wonderful timing of the managers who had scheduled an outdoor collection shoot in the park for today, of all days. Despite the fact that he had already finished his extended essay on autistic savantism and hardly required to return home for school work, he had just changed his mind about paying the library a visit, and instead looked up the next scheduled bus in direction of his favorite tea house. His fingers were freezing even inside his pockets; with a small frown, he accepted that that fact was not going to change in the next hours, and no steaming cup or pot of rooibos was going to help it. He had a tendency for cold hands, though, and did not dwell on it for longer than necessary - whining was foolish and pointless, and his mood had not reached a level that would allow it.

Yet, he inherently added when he saw that he had half an hour left before he could establish a new record on how to enter a bus that was bursting with people, without having anyone invade his personal space. For a moment, he considered walking the bus route; that would save him a few cents, but essentially keep him out in the cold for longer than in the case of waiting at this stop. Warmth, or money. He did not actually depend on money; still, he had his moments of thriftiness.

Not today, though.

"Warmth," he murmured, brow furrowed, readjusting his scarf for the duration of his wait.



"... And one less dango stick."

Well, maybe just a little.

Other Notes: Photographic memory, he still has it. Now with 100% less virginity!
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