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Nara Shikamaru // 奈良・シカマル ([info]haecceity) wrote,
@ 2009-07-23 22:42:00


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Entry tags:character app, character info, ooc

}{ CHARACTER APP, INFO, &c.

Character's Name: Nara Shikamaru
Character's Age: 20
Character's Model: ( Nikishido Ryo ) for some reason google image search makes him look a lot gayer than he already is. 8(
Year in School: 4th year, advanced standing
Major / Minor: Medical Sciences, Pharmacology
Clubs / Activities / Job?: shougi club, go club, archery / lazyass TA of the biology+chemistry department

Background History: Details like Chouji and Ino omitted for flexibility re: future applicants!

Born to the family of a small, but long-running pharmaceutical company, Nara Shikamaru was born with an extraordinary mind, but always aimed for the ordinary. Growing up, he never made it his goal to be acknowledged by others. Rather, he made it a point to blend into the background, never wanting to be noticed for anything extraordinary. He could do with being overlooked by others. By the time he became a junior high student, it was a wonder why Shikamaru even bothered coming to school. Year by year, his mother would nag at his lack of achievements—to which Shikamaru would yawn and flatly reply: "I'm content with what I have."

That was, and always would be the truth and the lie behind the matter. Shikamaru was someone easily contented with the mediocrities of life, but at the same time, it was because there was nothing else to do or expect. He could pass the days without the unnecessary hassle of studying, but by watching clouds, hanging out with friends, and even napping unnecessarily out of schedule—but what else beyond that? He didn't see the point. He was bored. And just like how he dealt with everything else around him, he accepted his boredom without much of a fight.

Years passed, and Shikamaru barely scraped the school system with passing marks, somehow making it into yet another run-of-the-mill public high school. It was his first year there he met a teacher who saw not just Shikamaru's lazy exterior, but his bored as hell mentality. He was being observed by the teacher and in turn, Shikamaru observed the teacher right back through closed eyes, lazy exchanges of dialogue, and failed examinations.

He passed the necessary tests with mediocre marks, but what stood out was the fact that in all of his examinations, only a third of his papers had been filled out. He hadn't even bothered with the easy questions that didn't require thinking. But of all the questions he had answered in all of his examinations, he had scored perfect marks.

It was at the end of his freshman year in high school that the teacher confronted him.

"You're a genius."

Genius he was, but what was the point? Shikamaru scoffed at the accusation. But before he could counter with anything, the teacher had seen Shikamaru for who he really was. From then on, the warm summer days became a hassle, but he learned simple (to his standards) games like Shougi and Go. He learned to enjoy his teacher's presence, learned to appreciate his talents, learned to put his mind to some use. By his second year of high school, he still didn't get the best of all grades, but the improvement in his attendance showed.

Halfway through his junior year in high school, his teacher died in a car crash.

Unsure of what to do, Shikamaru went missing from home and school for about a week. Whatever happened during this time is only known to Shikamaru, but what the people saw upon his return was a glint of motivation in his eyes—something that he was lacking all his life. From that point on, his exam scores were consistently at the top of the class, and while his overall class average was nowhere near the top, it became apparent just who the smartest in the class was.

It was almost unfair to others just how fast Nara Shikamaru kept rising to the spotlight.

Personality/Likes & Dislikes: In all his proclaimed laziness, Shikamaru does get a lot of things done. He's efficient in the way he does everything, and for him, everything takes a shorter amount of time—especially when it comes down to studying. That's not to say that he's impatient—rather, he's the exact opposite of that. Always acting like he has all the time in the world, Shikamaru is accommodating to others regardless of his bitching and complaining. If someone asks him to do something, he will, because if there's anything that defines Shikamaru, it's his steadfastness as well as his reliability. It's too bad no one really expects this of him, due to his notorious reputation of being a lazyass good for nothing. No one ever bothers to look beyond his reputation, and he couldn't care less.

And because of his reputation as well as his current status in the school, Shikamaru can be distant from others. It's not that he's socially inept, but the fact that he can be an ass and not care. He's dry, sarcastic, and most of all, blunt to others, and if others decide to not look beyond his sharp words, so be it. In terms of his relationships with the people around him, it's questionable. Shikamaru is not the type of person to hate someone outright, but also not the type of person to fall head over heels over someone. To him, people are just there. But if someone gets lucky enough, maybe they'll be able to notice the subtle differences in the way that he treats others.

Overall, Shikamaru is a nice guy with a bad reputation. He'll befriend whoever the hell he wants and do whatever the hell he wants regardless of what people say about him or anyone else—so long as it doesn't take too much effort. People also wonder how he gets the marks he gets, given that they never really see him take a step into the library, much less study in general. His genius status and his TA position within the biology and chemistry department makes him the type of student that no one wants to approach out of the blue—until it's time for finals, of course.

And of course, he's a horrible misogynist. Feminists, have at him.

First person writing sample: The alarm keeps ringing. It's a pain in the ass to move from the bed and turn it off, but the thing is, the sound is getting pretty annoying. If you think about it, once you get out of your bed, your safety zone, there's nothing but more boredom out there. You wake up, go to class, eat, go to class, hang out, go to class, come back, eat, lounge around, sleep—rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat, rinse and repeat until the process is drilled into your fucking brain.

But that's kind of what life is, you know? You find the joy in every little boring thing that you do, however annoying it is, and you turn it into a routine that you're comfortable with. That's what everyone does, and hell, that's what I'm doing to this very day, because that's what life is and we get used to it, whether we like it or not.

As for me, I'm not sure where I stand on this matter.

The average life expectancy of a man is around 80 years. That's 960 months, 29,200 days, 700,800 hours, 42,048,000 minutes. Make the best of your life. You only live once. Yeah, yeah. I get it.

I understand that. I understood it, even before I met him. But now, four years down the line, I still can't see the point of his words, even though he always said that there was nothing complicated about it. No tricks. No fancy semantics. Nothing. It's annoying, a pain in the ass, and most of all, pretty damn troublesome to even think about it, but I can't help it in the end.

Twenty minutes into the alarm, I get out of bed.

Rinse and repeat.

Third person writing sample: 'You could do better.'

After all these years, those words were still as clear as day. He could do better, was doing better, but something was always holding him back. Was he bored of this day-to-day life? Was he afraid of letting the people around him down? Was he afraid of attention? There were some things in life that Shikamaru always had the answers to, from factual to philosophical. But he found that the most important things in life, there were no way to formulate a comprehensive answer to. It was annoying, but at the same time as predictable as life always was, just like how two plus two was always four, drugs were bad, money made the world go 'round.

Two, seven, four.

Shikamaru watched with mildly disinterested eyes at the quiet class in front of him, writing away as if their lives depended on it. And in a way, it did, because every exam for a Medical Sciences major was a life or death matter. Something caught his attention from the corner of his eye, but at the screech of a chair being pushed back, Shikamaru shook his head and extended his hand, elbow resting against the surface of the table.

"You can keep the exam," he drawled, not bothering to identify the first to finish. Once the paper was collected, Shikamaru placed it to the side, leaning back on his chair and watching the class.

Two girls from the corner, having already finished their exam before the first to finish, hastily followed, gathering up their belongings like a storm and making much more ruckus than necessary. Seven others looked up at those leaving and started flipping through the exam much faster than their initial pace. Four had dozed off earlier, and was woken up with a quiet jolt, looking more frazzled than ever before. The rest, he didn't even bother observing because that would have taken too much effort on his part.

Predictable.

Every exam, he observed the students, and found that he was never really that far off from predicting the nature of students around him. He found that he was never really wrong about answering a question on the exam, or even the question of a fellow student. But the most annoying thing about it all was that despite all this, he could never figure out the answer to his own question.

It wasn't like he was asking for much.

When there was only a couple of students left in the class, Shikamaru leaned back on his chair and put his feet on the desk in front of him, crossing his arms. "What a pain in the ass."

Other Notes: + He can hustle the shit out of people in Poker, and if he needs the money, will resort to it. He probably cheats 98% of the time. 8);;;
+ Smokes pot, though not necessarily an addict.
+ When he feels the need to, he smokes. Cigarettes. But pot too LMFAO.
+ Has a weird sleeping schedule, but always takes naps to make up for it. This is always mistaken as, 'You slept 9 hours and you're taking a nap, too?' but it's really not.
+ Very fast with his hands. BUT WILL NEVER PICK YOUR POCKETS. :D;;
+ We're going to have to, for the sake of convenience and WTF SENSE OF STYLE, off the pineapple head. But he'll wear his hair in a ponytail from time to time mmkay. :(
Any Questions: ... I couldn't hit 300 on the first person writing sample. I tried, though. :(


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