Name:Ronin Hayashi
Age:17
Date of Birth: July 24
Grade: 3rd year (Senior), Class 3A
Grade Average: B’s
Family: Father - Otaku Hayashi , Little brother – Kamenashi Hayashi
History:Ronin was born in Aichi being the first born of broke farmers Otaku Hayashi and Mai Hayashi. He traveled a lot with his parent’s who couldn’t afford a proper farm on good enough land to grow anything. Soon his now 9 year old brother was born. He by then had been a smart and unusually tall child for his age and race. But his brother barely grew. He when was 12 he became a terror at basketball at 5’11. But his brother at three years old then was diagnosed with leukemia. Then his mother died of an unknown virus that only hit a handful of people in Japan. When he was 15 his father lost his job. This didn’t pay much anyways. Then Ronin hit 6’5 and had gotten a scholarship to play sports at a school every year and finally accepted it when he was 17 6'7 and transferred. He quickly became a quiet basketball star. While his brother suffered in a hospital.
Nicknames: Ronny
Student Council: No
Clique: Athletes
Likes:
-Fire
-Nice people
-Girls
-Nice movies
-Hanging out
-Basketball
-Manga/Anime
-Weirdos
-Funny things
Dislikes:
-Mean kids in his Clique
-Mean people
-Picking on people
-Fire
-His life
Personality: He is quiet and tells people thing‘s through his actions. He can be hot headed despite his quiet demeanor. He is a great athlete and he tells this a lot. This is usually the only thing he says. He despises group work because he is required to speak. He hates to hear his own voice. But loves to hear others. He’s not the leader of the athletics but when he speaks they listen.
Rich or Scholarship: Scholarship
Tattoos and piercings: Gold earrings in both ears.
A dice tattoo in honor of his mom who loved to gamble

Crush (can be filled out later on):N/A
Clubs and Sports: Basketball and Anime Club
Out of School Activities: Work’s at a Grocery Store (Pay for Kamenashi ‘s Treatment)
Theme Song:

Tech N9ne ft Irv Da Phenom and Krizz Kaliko – Hunterish

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish

[Tech:]
Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da binga bunga
It's fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the dick ta feed muh hunga
I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch n munch on a clit, dunk on a dick,
Somethin sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna, bring the thunda
I be the king'a kunga, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya
I - eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lasagna
I - skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue
Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya/

The gal sho look like fuck food ta me, might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free
I can smell slit, when I'm in lust to a degree
If the shell fits, I'm the dust, you is dibre, trick
If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns're thick to make my lumber spit
And my whole crew hunt
Want some'a that new chum
Kerri Hilson, sho looks good
Taste good too punk

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish

[Irv Da Phenom:]
(?) take notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at
Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that
Can't stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I'm look at - them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that

I got bottle full'a captain n jack, n I'm ready to get it crackin,
Baby now tell me whut'chu wanna do
I got a package full a magnums thats back at the pad if you wanna attack,
Then I'mma be strapped up for you

And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd!
Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled
Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin

Pull up the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in
Show me her naval ring, said theres one more underneath it
Tech I don't believe, Kalli whut you think?

(LET ME SEE IT!)

The newest member of the Drill Team
I'm on the prowl
Just a wiff'a the feminin scent I'm equpin for infinite pimpin, its goin down
See baby girl, I'll beat it up, and put it in a headlock
When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish

[Krizz:]
I'm a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors
Cuz they desprite house wives, is just my flavor
Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber
And they like my hard candy covered now and later
Spear chuck'a mutha (HEY!) I'm a hunta, gathera
Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal
Bend'er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin'er
Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage'r
(?migowa?) I'm eatin bush babies right out the showa
Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine
We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish
I gobble the top ya like it was licorish
I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish?
Dirk Diggler, might hurt'cha but might fit'cha
Honey want a hunt'cha just ta hit'cha
S'go on, take a chance, when I advance, don't freeze up
Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up/ Cuz, ya-ya-ya-

You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1R8XKIv_YM