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| User: | schizo_fox (10422899)
+ Foxish - Ramblings +
Personal Journal of Uzumaki Naruto, yo!
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| Name: | Uzumaki Naruto |
| Bio: | 
| -Dattebayo- |
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Naruto doesn’t judge people, at least not for a good while after getting to know them; this being something he resolved to do to ensure people like himself weren’t shunned accidentally in a social world. Now that he lives in New Mundus where the small population is tight knit, he makes even more attempts to familiarize himself with everyone so that nobody’s left out.
His mother died during childbirth and his father shortly after; so he was born in to what was already a tragic life—growing up he was constantly reminded of the fact that he was an orphan, be it living in an orphanage for years upon years or attending school and never having anywhere to go on ‘Parent’s Work Day’ or ‘Meet the Teacher’ events. At first he tried to fit in, to the best of his ability; but he was just a shadow—so easily overlooked that he started to grow resentful and jealous of those with the relationships and family that he had not.
Emotions began to foster themselves, and before he knew it he was talking to an animated, fictional and well… psychotic fox in his head. The beginnings of Schizophrenia, sheltered by a cover he threw over himself so ‘He didn’t get thrown in the looney bin’. As he aged, there were times when he would slip from personality to personality—although to many people it just went unnoticed or uncared about; anger issues, he called it, feigning control over a disease inflicted by the sense of aloneness he’d pulled through for many years.
To get ‘noticed’ (he refused to be the meek boy nobody looked at,) he would act out in audacious, crass and otherwise loud ways. Pranks, jokes, rumors— dares, you name it. This seemed to label him as the typical trouble-maker, class clown and otherwise in-your-face guy. He was happy with that, because people would always remember the mischievous glint in his eye, the wickedly foxish grin, the blond hair—always unruly or the horrid orange pants he wore in the sixth and seventh grades. (His tastes improved, surely, but he always ensures he has at least one orange garment in his wardrobe.) He never lost his love of orange, even after the infection arose. (“Orange? Neat!”)
Over the years he passed through foster homes, finally being left alone at sixteen when he talked his way out of another; claiming security with his orange ’68 Chevy Camaro and steady (but-not-so-steady,) job. He made it through two more years until he was a legal adult, be it through crashing on the beds and sofa’s of people from school, sleeping on stranger’s backporches (mostly without asking—he wasn’t stupid) or treating himself to a night in a motel when he had the cash. He liked the nomad life, perhaps because it was the better option opposed to dying slowly in a back alley. Oh yes.
Somewhere along the way he took interest in wood-working, despite his short tempter and total lack of concentration—he started to like the idea of measuring, cutting and fitting together things for himself. (Actually creating something out of nothing fascinated him,). When he had the time, supplies and room he would sometimes take on the job of making a table, chair or whatnot for money (working at Burger King just didn’t work out,). He took house calls, or at least he did until the news of this infection broke out—people were blocking themselves inside. (Perhaps his orange clothing wasn’t the best choice of attire; nor his car…)
When they started shipping people to the island, he’d been in a town that had minimal deaths; perhaps because it was indeed such a small town. He hadn’t seen this infection first hand, the only people around him who died were elderly and weak to begin with; he hadn’t seen any of the so-called ‘horrors’ of this deadly ailment. He didn’t quite understand the logic of moving to an island; would not another outbreak there just kill the remaining people off? Either way, he went; especially when the thought of all that carpentry to be done…
Uzumaki Naruto was so there.
Naruto’s currently employed as a carpenter, lack any other job that could make as good a use of his boundless energy. His job is simple, as the houses he builds are modest and located in the not-as-busy areas of the city; he also picks up side-jobs as a handy-man—lending newfound (and perhaps undeveloped,) skills to anyone who needs a hand.
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[Played by ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) saave @ infectionx] |
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