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❆OOC INFORMATION❆
Player: Gus
Age: 25
Personal Journal: lungbutter
Contact Info: slowfunk
Other Characters: None

❆IC INFORMATION❆
Characters Name: Horokeu "Horohoro" Usui
Age: 14
Canon: Shaman King
Canon Point: In the middle of Team the Ren vs Myooh fight - manga chapter 221
Species: Human
Gender: Male

History: Here it is.
Appearance: Floofy clothes and knobby knees and dumbface.
Personality: Horohoro is loud and obnoxious. He has next to no manners and has no problem inviting himself into houses, to parties or even to your food. Once he gets your food, he will overindulge himself and probably fall asleep with his head on your dinner table. Not to worry, though, because Horohoro has his pride and it should be no problem forcing him to work for his food and lodging. In fact, feel free to go a little overboard and work him until he doesn't even have enough energy to talk anymore. He'll follow directions accordingly (after a good amount of complaining, of course).

If there's one thing he believes strongly, around which his entire set of ideals rotates, it's that half-assing anything will get you nowhere. While this might sound like a good thing, it usually comes off as annoying. He trains hard, fights hard, eats hard and sleeps hard. When he gets angry, he snaps immediately and starts arguments that usually involve yelling, cursing and throwing objects.

Personality clashes come often enough, mostly because Horohoro enjoys a good screaming match and people tend to enjoy mocking him. Insults concerning Horohoro's intelligence seem to be most prevalent, and he picks up on those pretty quick (he's heard it all at this point). However, don't be surprised if huffing and subtle hints for him to shut up or buzz off go completely unnoticed. Though he tends to be really dense, as soon as someone makes it known they find Horo's personality less-than-appealing, it's on. Then it's off, because Horhoro wouldn't be himself if not for his short attention span. Quarreling is his way of blowing off steam. Plus, his father always told him to stick up for himself, and as piss-poor their relationship might be, Horohoro still tends to remember his father's advice.

He may be a hot headed dumbass at times, but he's not a bad guy by any means. He can also be friendly, cheerful, responsible and quick to help others. He's a likable guy, quick to accept friends, and easy to hang out with. As a nature-lover, most of his work is aimed at helping plants and animals. His dream is to create a land lacking in urbanization and filled with fuki, a type of plant that houses the Koropokkuru (nature spirits). He also raised his little sister when they both ran away from home. As his sister is his closest family member, they get along really well (in a weird, nonstop, but light-hearted bickering kind-of-way), and he would do anything for her happiness and safety. More than the Koropokkuru, she is his number one priority.

As a member of the Ainu people, an ethnic group located in the northern island of Hokkaido in Japan, Horohoro has pride in his heritage. This pride doesn't quite extend to his own power and actions, despite how big he may talk. He's not completely confident in his abilities and is willing to step down if a stronger comrade can fight. If there's no one else to fight, though, he'll step up immediately. He rarely thinks things through before jumping in, especially when someone needs his help.

His pride in his heritage doesn't cover a pride in his home life or history, though. He straight-up will not talk about his past, due to a strong sense of guilt. He's unsure if he will still be accepted once his friends were to know about the death of his childhood friend, the relationship with his father, or his insecurities regarding his abilities. Sure, he likes to talk and act obnoxiously, but he's actually incredibly tight-lipped regarding anything serious or important.

Abilites: His shaman abilities are all snow and ice-based. With the help of Kororo, his partner, he can summon large amounts of snow (to the extent of causing an avalanche), create ice-shaped-whatever-he-feels-like (usually shaped around his arms and fists or as little flying icicles as a means of hitting his enemy), etc. Without Kororo, or some other oversoul spirit, he's pretty much a slightly-more-resilient-than-average teenage kid. He's pretty good at snowboarding, has an affinity for farming/agriculture, and could hold his own pretty well in a fist fight. He has no supernatural powers as long as he can't use his shamanic powers.

Other: Can't think of anything, nope.

SAMPLES
First Person:
I hate having to to do this, I'm really not this kind of person. Like, not at all. But you know. It's getting really bad. When you go out and you see some people throwing stuff on the ground, or not even doing that much but just ignoring what's already there, which is just as-- [ He blanches, eyes flicker down, then to the camera, back down, settle on the camera again. ]

And--yeah! I mean, how stupid is that! Why would I even-- [ Suddenly side-tracked again. He groans, reaches for his mouse, wiggles it, clicks, wiggles it around some more, then curses. ]

Okay, dammit. This is gonna sound dumb--sound dumb, right?--but, okay. So I've only had this stupid computer for a few days, but I'm pretty sure I...did something to it.

[ The computer makes a pinging noise once, then again. ] Uhhh...

Okay. Forget the thing I was saying before. Don't totally forget it! But, just, first things first. [ The pinging noise comes more frequent now, and Horohoro is staring hard at his screen, clicking his mouse in an attempt to keep up with the pinging. ] Dammit, no! Shiiii-- [ Oops. "Send" successfully, though accidentally, clicked. ]

Third Person:

It had been a bad week.

Team The Ren was stuck in some kind of tournament-less limbo. Horohoro wasn't even sure what was going on, really, just that he wasn't fighting, his team wasn't fighting, Funbari Onsen was lounging around, Yoh saying, "Ahahaha, we're just resting!" whenever Horohoro brought it up, and he still felt like a hapless loser with the lowest power scores ever to exist ever. Then, even though the tournament was paused and "Ahahaha, we're just resting!" there was still a nonstop barrage of ambushes coming from Hao's ridiculous squad of weirdos.

To top it all off, Pirika must have realized that the last votes for "Most Annoying Sister of the Year" were about to be cast, and she had to work extra hard to make sure she was at the top of the list. If she had just asked Horohoro, he would have happily let her know that she was there, had always been there, and would never lose her spot.

"Aaaaaaaaah, Pirika, do we have to? The sun's not even out yet." Horohoro grimaced, dragging his feet as Piriki insistently tugged on his arm.

After a few meters of this, Pirika stopped, gave him her best look, dropped his arm and continued on without him. Horohoro snickered at his apparent victory, rubbing the place on his arm where his sister had--maliciously!--yanked.

He wasted no time running back inside the small hut they were staying in, immediately feeling guilty the moment he walked into the door.

"Dammit, Pirika," he groaned, rubbing his face with the flat of his palm. She knew this would happen. It was always fight, storm off, and then wait until Horohoro eventually gave in because clearly he was the biggest pushover in the family. "Pushover" probably wasn't even the right word. Maybe "nuisance" or "dumbass" or "waste of space" were more suitable. After all, Ren had died because of him, right? His father ignored him, not just occasionally, but constantly. His sister, who was so small and wimpy a strong wind could one day pick her up and carry her to some crazy cloud palace or something.

Right.

And it wasn't like he was lazy. Well, okay, he was a bit lazy, but hardly enough to be this far down on the totem pole. Some people just had talent, and those people were not Horo. Ren, of course. Yoh, definitely, that guy was lazy but still managed to be some perfect hero. Meanwhile, Horohoro worked his ass off on a daily basis, always the first one up, the last one to sleep, and yeah he got to eat first and he took a good helping of food, but with how much he worked he needed the energy, so really it was--

"--Uh?" His inner-whining was interrupted by a squeak and a small hand placed on his cheek. His spirit guardian gave him a wary look, removing her hand quickly from his face when he glanced at her. "Oh, uh, right. Sorry 'bout that, Kororo!" He laughed, patting her head before continuing head-first into what would be the last day in the worst week of his life.

Pirika was gloating, smirking at him when he walked back out, as she knew he would. She stuck out her tongue when he glowered at her. "You sleep enough anyway, lazy."

Even though he wanted to, it seemed like too much of a pain to argue with that.


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