Your Role-player Name :: tornadofan2
Your View On Role-playing :: I started role-playing about a year ago, on Chickensmoothie. I fell in love first with the pets they had until I met someone who explained how I could role-play. We have been friends ever since and she explains everything I needed to know. After I got banned from the site I started to search for another one where I possibly could role-play. I tried several but none really satisfied me as Chickensmoothie did. And, I found myself getting rather depressed. After more than a half year of searching I came across this one. At that time, I created my own forum which is still active, not much but active. I made an account and joined the first role-play which was a Post-by-Post role-play. After that, I joined the others and got used to the idea. This site really has been my favorite ever since. For me, role-playing is a world where I can escape from all my problems. I can be whoever I want to be and pretend it is all real. And then, when calm and ready to face the problems, I return back to reality.
Your Idea of Character Development :: Character Development is a great part, one of the best of the whole role-play. It’s like making yourself but different, or raising a child to say so. To develop a character is to watch it grow, form relationships, friendships, to see it learn from mistakes and such. It’s to watch how emotions form and how the character deals with certain problems. It’s the most fascinating to say so. The most fascinating is how the character grows, not only in length maybe, but also in emotions. It’s fascinating to see how others respond to characters and how they feel about it. To think the whole thing through but ending up in a different situation. I mostly write out the plot of my character, what’s going to happen, it will meet who. But, then you see another character and the whole thing changes and you start again basically. It’s the most fascinating thing of the role-play, to watch the Character Develop.
Your Estimate on Time Commitment :: I plan on logging in almost every single day. I don’t really have a life outside the computer unless you count school but even on school I will log in throughout the breaks and check on role-plays. So, expect me to be on every day, a few hours or so. In that time. I do have a laptop, a small one that is, but it isn't fast or anything. It's rather slow and I mostly prefer my phone for it is faster, but I will do more on the laptop for it is easier. So, posting will be hard for me sometimes but I will always give a hundred percent for role-plays I really like



Nick Name :: Paopao (Chinese: 炮炮, literally meaning "Cannonball")
Age :: 57 years old.
Face Claim :: Jackie Chan
Nation :: Earth
Bender :: Yes

Height :: 5 ft 8.5 in (174 cm)
Weight :: 83 kilos
Eyes :: White with a hint of blue. He is blind. (On the picture its dark brown, but I made him blind)
Hair :: Brown
Physical Description :: Fang is a bit of a tanned man, stands about 5 ft 8.5 inches. He weighs about 83 kilos. He is muscular, muscular arms and legs and chest. He has brown hair and dark brown eyes, white teeth. He has quite big hands and feet, but not to big, and holds a lot of strength. He does a lot of training, jogging, lifting weights and some more. He isn't the biggest around but not the smallest either. He normally wears cloths that fit easy and that are easy to move with. He mostly wears a jogging pants with a tank top. He has a long scar on his chest he mostly hides. He has a scar on his left arm from his shoulder to his elbow.
Identifying Factors :: An identifying factor are the scars on both sides of his nose. He has broken his nose a few times whilst training.

Quirks :: Fang can never really sit still and must keep moving to say so so he doesn't get bored. He doesn't always thinks about things he says and rather takes action.
Personality :: Fang is curious and thirsty for new experiences and evolution. He's lively and flexible, and likes to react quickly to solicitations. Security doesn't matter as long as Fang is not bored. Fang is more concerned about actions than reflection, sometimes rush without standing back and without the deepness that is needed. However, his spontaneity prompts to take fresh starts, even after repeated failures caused by his rashness.

Fang wants to please! His look, his charm, and his seduction are omnipresent elements in his behaviour.His approach to things is connected to his heart, and for him, no real communication can flow if his interlocutors exude no sympathy or warmth. Cold and logical reasoning, clear thoughts and good sense are not important to him: if there is no affective bond with your environment, no connection can be established and nothing happens.

Fang has a strong artistic side, and never neglect subjective but clear concepts such as pleasure, beauty, and also sensuality. However, sometimes to the detriment of efficiency, durability, logic, and... detachment.

He is active, dynamic, willing to fight, courageous, and he is never afraid to move mountains, even though risks are part of the adventures that he starts with determination. However, his patience is not always up to his boldness and a kind of feverishness, or even anger, can tarnish the quality of his achievements.

He tends to hold emotions at bay, as if they were dangerous. He observes with curiosity what is occurring and he strives to objectively, logically and impersonally analyze facts in order to form correct judgments. Contacts and communication are very important to him, he makes use of, even over-use, words, with deep humour because it is an additional way for him to be detached from your feelings. He may come across as superficial because He keeps on talking without committing himself. He needs to be constantly on the move, to discover and to communicate in order to avoid boredom. When he is alone, he can spend lots of time with books to nourish his mind that is so avid for knowledge.
Fun Facts :: Although already quite old, tells everyone he is only 30 years old. He is always occupied, quite funny at times.
Likes ::
~Nature
~Animals
~Being occupied
~Reading books
~Being alone
Dislikes ::
~Annoying people
~Being bored
~Being quiet the whole time
~Having nothing to do
~War

Family :: He doesn't know his mother, only her name which is Kuoka Shilong, his father is Doungon Shilong. He was born alone so has no siblings and that is all he actually knows about his family.
History :: Fang was born as the son of Kuoka Shilong and Doungon Shilong. He was born alone and never had siblings to play with. He had a difficult year on his first school and after he failed his first year was taken away from the school. Later he attended a Drama Academy. He played in a lot of plays of the school and enjoyed that. After he graduated, he started to learn fighting. He became a master and soon too already started to bend Earth. Then, he was pulled into a fight between fellow students and he broke his nose. It took a while for him to recover and when he was 20 he started fighting again. His Earth bending master started to teach him higher levels of Earth bending, and Fang learned quick until he broke his nose again when a student send a rock flying at him. He recovered rather quickly though and continued. After he reached the highest level, he stopped and went to live on his own, far away from the city. He lived in a forest quite close by. When he visited his parents, they were killed by some old friend he used to perform with. He became blind after his old friend defeated him. He learned to live with it and used Earth bending to see. Now, he just lives in the forest alone.

Sample Post ::
Fang could feel warmth touch his skin, he knew his curtains of his windows were open, and he knew the sun rays had found his way through the window and onto his skin. A small smile spread across his face as he sat up. It was still early, he could feel that. He stretched his arms and legs before he moved his legs out of bed and placed his feet carefully on the ground. It was just the ground of the forest, so he could feel where he was going, and so he felt more comfortable.

He made his way towards the kitchen slowly, still not awake fully, and still a bit tired. It seemed a normal morning. He moved his hand across the kitchen table, it was wooden, he knew that. He then opened the oven and puts on, then laid some meat of yesterday in it. He then sat down on a chair and smiled faintly. ''Good morning,'' he mumbled to himself. He then started to smell the meat and puts the oven off, then got the meat out and started eating. He didn't really care about forks or knives, he ate with his bare hands. When finished, he cleaned the plate and his mouth and hands with a towel and walked towards the door. He opened it and went out, closed the door and took in the lovely scents of the forest.

He made his way towards the river. He bent down once there and filled a few bottles with water. He drank some water and then heard splashing. Fish, he liked fish. He moved his hands and feet and pushed the fish up with bending, then caught it with his hands. He smiled at himself and killed it. He then puts it in the bag that was hanging over his back. He then continued to walk.

He knew this forest very well, for he has lived here for many years now. He loved the forest, he really did. He knew every single tree, well almost, and the plants and animals. It had always been peaceful and a true home to him, and he wasn't going to leave this home. Unless he really had to, but he rather did not.

As he made his way through the forest, walking barefooted, he smiled. He could hear the birds sing, he could hear the twigs crack, and the animals from far. He couldn't see it, but he was sure it would have looked beautiful, especially with the sun shining upon the forest. He could imagine how beautiful it would have looked. Though, at times it was quite lonely here. He sometimes wished he had a companion, a dog or just a small pet that he could talk to and do stuff with, but he might get one some later.

As he made his way back, he heard twigs crack behind him. Someone was following him, he didn't know who, but he knew someone was following him. He narrowed his eyes but kept on walking, then he quickly lowered himself. He just in time avoided the small rock that flew over his head. He turned around and moved his feet, sending the person who had been following him up into the air. The person landed right before his nose. ''Who are you?" Fang asked as he looked down, although he couldn't see the man.

The man slowly stood up and Fang was careful. He narrowed his eyes and was ready to attack for if the man would. His movements gave Fang a clear picture of the length, weight and a bit of looks. Then Fang and the man smiled and shook hands. "Welcome old friend," Fang said. The man nodded.

Together, they made their way to the house. Once in, the man cooked the fish as Fang went to his bedroom to dress himself in a bit more proper cloths. He puts on a shirt with long sleeves and a pants. He didn't like these kind of cloths in particular but he didn't really mind them either, plus, someone was visiting so his jogging pants and tank top wouldn't really do. He made his way back to the kitchen and sat down on a chair.

''Still living here?'' the man asked whilst baking the fish. "Yes. I just don't like the city. It has no real dirt to walk on and everywhere there seems steel and such. Although I can bend it, I just am not comfortable there," Fang said. The man nodded. He finished baking the fish and puts the half on one plate for Fang and the other half on a plate for himself.

"How are you doing old friend?" the man asked through eating. Fang smiled as he finished his fish quickly. "I am doing good. I really like the forest, it's always peaceful and quiet, although I do feel lonely at times. I might get a companion in the near-by future or so." Fang smiled at himself. The man nodded.

Together, they caught each other up on what had been happening lately around the place they lived. They told about life and how it was going. The man told about the Avatar and what he had heard lately. Fang didn't really care about the avatar, it was just another bender, although it was capable of bending all the elements. Still, it was just another bender. He wasn't special in particular, at least, that is what Fang thought about the Avatar. He listened closely to his friend and then his friend announced me had to leave. Fang nodded and thanked him for baking the fish. The man simply nodded and left.

Fang, alone again, noticed it was starting to get dark. The day had gone by fast and he laid down on his bed. He closed his eyes and thought back of today, and happily fell asleep.
Codes :: The Water Bender Korra