Joachim Shiro

[Joachim Shiro]

Name: Joachim (WAH-KEEM) L. Shiro
Gender: Male
Age:

12

Job: Student

Physical Discription:

He usually wears hand-me-down blue jeans that tend to be too big for him and plain white shirts that are also, too big for his tiny body. Always green Converse shoes on his feet (when he can't be barefoot).

Personality:

Joachim is very quiet and shy. He's also smart beyond his 12 years. When you gain his trust and break through his barriers, Joachim is a bubbly and silly boy. He loves to take his camera around and take "memories" of his new friends (but mostly Noah <3)

Character's History:

Joachim grew up in a wealthy home, with six older brothers; all of whom attended Talbot's. He was always being ignored and/or harassed by his brothers, even his own parents. Everything he "owns" was once one of his brother's except a pair of green converse given to him by an older boy he met during his stay at Talbot's.

Post Sample:

How radiant and warm the night was! Ezekiel smiled, walking lazily through the opening in the black steel gate. What pity the sun must have for the darkness and all of it's monstrous creatures to provide such heat! Not that it mattered to him though. He could feel no change in temperature. Of course the wind would blow the air into his pores and give him the illusion of feeling such pleasures, but he could sadly, never again call them his own. It was going to be a wonderful night. Ezekiel could feel it in his very soul. 'But how' he wondered, 'could a night without my beloved be wonderful?'

No longer worrying about it, Ezekiel decided to just let it come to him. Whatever it was. He sat nonchalantly, on rough concrete, as close to the foxes as possible. He was determined to uncover the reason Anya held them so dear, before she returned to him. "Hn." Ezekiel muttered out loud. It had been Anya who left this time. Perhaps she got the same enjoyment out of watching him miss her as he did watching her miss him. He mused upon it, remembering all of the times he would let the wind carry his whispers to her ear, but he would remain hidden just to watch her shudder with high expectations.

Hours seemed to have passed before Ezekiel sighed his "wishful thinking" away. He began to quote poetry out loud, for the clouds, the trees, but most of all, the foxes. He was wiggling with anticipation then drumming the concrete with his fingernails, curious to learn the significance of his feeling and the sudden chill in the air. A tender smirk crossed his lips as he felt the climax begin to unfold, "Any time now." He whispered, shutting his bright eyes, allowing himself to fall victim to the wondrous sounds of the world.

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