cowboy of the ninja world

Name: John Harrison
Age: 19
Birthday: 10/10
Gender: male
Rank: chunin(by skill, but isnt a ninja)
Looks: John has brown hair and hazel eyes and a down home smile. His hair is short, coming down only to his his eyebrows when it's straight down. He wears a light brown cowboy hat and a long duster jacket. He has chaps over his leather pants. He wears a simple short sleeved shirt. On his waist his a length of rope with a lasso knot tied into it. On the other side hangs a whip and his revolver at his side. At his ankle, his holdout, a small revolver, .38, not very effective, but it helps when his side arm runs out. He wears leather boots that come half way up his thigh. He somethings attaches his spurs if he's feeling fancy. On his back, he carries an acoustic guitar, which he is quiet good with.

Village:none (wanders)

Element: Earth

Specialty: (Maximum is two specialties.)

Personality: John is just a down home southern boy from the wild west. His sudden, unexpected, forcable transfer to this world did nothing to change that. He's quiet friendly and loves to lend a hand, but don't make him angry or he'll be showing you how good he is with his pistol.

History: John was teleported to his world from his one one day. He used to live in the wild west with his mother and father and was to grow up and run his fathers ranch. Of course, he was content to sleep under a tree all day withoout worries or work.

RP Sample: In a dark forest at exactly 3 minutes to midnight, A group of cultist, all days in black, sat in a circle. Where they sat, a large ring and nine sided star was formed. Between each sat a single candle. It was their wish to begin someone from another world to this. They began to create identical handsigns in unison. They chanted as their hands moved and soon, the lines on the ground began to glow. As it did, so did the speed of their chanting nad fromation of handseals. The candles started to form pillars of light nad in the middle of the star, a ball of soft white light began to apper.
Meanwhile, In another world: John Harrison was asleep, laying against the trunk of a tree. A piece of straw was tucked between his teeth nad his hat was tipped foward to block the sun. Wind blew a light breeze against the nine year old cowboy, pushing the straw from side to side. But suddenly, the wind began to kick upwards, blowwing Johns hat off his head nad awakening him. "What in tarnation." He said as he sound up in the gust of wind. He watched as nine pillars of light fell from the sky, surronding him. He knelt down nad picked up his hat and placed it on his head as he looked around, astonished at the sight infront of his. Then a soft white light surronded his body, glowing brighter and bright. "What the hells goin' on here." He cursed and the light completely enveloped him. Then, as quickly as it appered, the light and the pillers disappered, along with John.
John felt like his body was slipping away and closed his eyes. When he reopened them, he was in a dark forest in the middle of the night. He looked around and saw the men, cloaked in black stand up. Nine of them. "Where the hell am I, and who are you fellers." John said, demanding answers. The cultist simply drew knives from under there cloaks. John saw them and laughed. "I think y'all just brought a knife to a gun fight." He smirked and drew his revolver. He pulled the hammer back as he drew and pulled the trigger. The gun produces a loud bang nad the cultist directly infront dropped dead, a hole blown clear through his chest. The cultist quickly rushed at John and the next five fell down dead. He holsters his weapon as he dodged a cultist's slash and knelt down. He drew his .38 and fired, taking out hte last three. He holstered his weapon and stood up.

Relations: none in thi world.

Goals: Find a way back home (but he's in no rush)

Likes: napping, performing trick shots, booze, women, a good fight, horse riding

Dislikes: working,

Other Notes: (optional)

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