SnS_ Akamaru_Tsukumogami

Name: Akamaru

Age: 101 (100 on being a normal pen and 1 as an official tsukumogami)

Gender: male

Species:Tsukumogami (of a chinense pen)
Height: 5'6''

Job:
Vendor *haves a poor stand where he sell paints and portraits and poems or tales *he can write for you too some letters of any kind*

Abilities:

-SpeedPaint: Once he is determined enough or exited or amused by something he draw and paint really fast without dropping on quality.

-Recall of the sleeping object heart: Since he can feel any kind of resent memory or feeling printed on objects, when they are personal belongings its increas to a point to be able to talk to the sleeping object (but its really tirying for him)

-Compassion to a brother: he can repair objects or any kind of tsukumogami if after talking to them, they let him treat them. But its really tyiring and dangerous, bcause drains more of his energy and he only get the transfered at some pont the wounds of the damaged object in order to repair them. Depending of the repairs is the level of danger to him

Personality:He is a pretty hardworking and honest boy, since he just wake up he only knows about kindnes effrot and passion so he wont think twice if you tell him lies at first. He easly get amused by anything he never seen or tried. Even if he is just awake and kcan be a bit naive and awkward *since he might not have a good common sense formed yet* he knows some stuffs that he writed or painted as a pen in his past.

Likes
Art, to draw, to write, pracice some poetry even if he might sucks a bit, show any form of kindnes and care to friends and potential friends, talk to extrangers and experience new things. Art materials.

Dislikes:
People that disrespect object and dont treat them with kindness

History:
Akamaru originally was mean to be left , he was a pen that due to be a bit dented on the metalics parts and with some marks on the wood whas threw away to the trash. Luckily for him he was recovered by a passing by street artist that saw the forgoten pen colecting dust in the ground. The guy somehow felt compassion on him and save him, cleaning hima and repairing a bit. For the surprise of the artist after it was washed, the brush recovered a sharp form and soon he found out that with him he felt like painting many god piece of art. It was wonderful to see that somehow the pen reacted to his new owner and him respected the tool as a loyal friend. After the artist died at an old age, as a renombred artist, the pen ,called by him; Akamaru (for the redish color of the wood) was inhereted by their son, a talented writer and amateur poet, and then by the grandson that loved the paints of his grandfather and wanted to continue his legacy. Every artist that Akamaru helped teached him nothing but love. hard work for what you do kindness and respect. Until the last of them died he was left to repose in a box of treasures for some years. After it cames the day, Akamaru was granted with the gift of life. Turning himself in a Tsukumogami, a living pen. He decided to keep working hard to honor all his masters works and one day to create a master piece by his own and say proudly he reached their level*
He traveled in the twon that night , feeling a bit lost and down, when he listened to a voice calling for him, he still didnt knew who was the one that called him but soon he figurated out where it leaded him, to what it seems to be a bathhouse of many many creatures as special as him.


Additional info:
- You can say he haves a low estime, but he really thinks to high on the artistics skills of his previous masters.
-Funny thing is once he gets into artistic mode he wont get embarassed on doing r seeing embarrassing things.
when he like something he draw until he bleed and he enjoy it xD.


RP types: Msn, Skype, Chat, notes, comments. bring it on ouo