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HARUNO SAKURA

“i am waiting for hope. and so in saying that, i guess it never left me.”

name[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Haruno Sakura.

age[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Fourteen.

gender[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Female.

grade[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Freshman.

social group[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Mathaletes.

orientation[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Heterosexual.

strengths [/font] ,[/b] [/color]

• Helping out others with anything really.
  
• Academics.
  
• Athletics.
  
• Acting.
  
• Being calm in tough situations.
  

weaknesses [/font] ,[/b] [/color]

• She has trouble controlling her anger.
  
• Panics in small situations, such as dating.
  
• Gets flustered whenever in the presence of a male she likes.
  
• Can't cook at all.
  
• She begins talking on and on, whenever she feels nervous.
  

secrets[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

• Sakura has a knack for writing, but she hasn't told anyone about this for fear of being put down.
  
• Sakura actually cares about what people think of her, even though she tries to act like she doesn't.
  

fears[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

• Athazagoraphobia : the fear of being forgotten.
  
• Failure -- since Sakura prides herself in being an intelligent individual who makes good grades, she fears anything that'll have to do with failing.
  

appearance[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Haruno Sakura stands out among all the others, for her strange features. With her pink hair and green eyes, it'll be easy to find her. Now, if only she weren't so short. Standing at five foot four inches, Sakura often gets lost in the crowd. Her wardrobe isn't exactly abnormal, in fact a T-shirt and jeans will usually suffice whenever she's out. The young girl, hates anything that brings more attention to her body than needed. She enjoys it when people acknowledge her for her personality or her talents or something other than her looks. Sakura is far from ugly, you may even say her looks are above average. A red headband will always be found her in hair, so her hair won't get into her face. That headband of hers is an accessory she always wears, so it's pretty rare to see her with out it.

identifying feature[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Her pink hair.

faceclaim[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]
[b]naruto[/b] ;; haruno sakura.


sample rp[/font] [/color] ,[/b] [/color]

Everything has a reason,
even if it is never known.

Sakura had never really liked beaches. The sand always somehow ended up in her shoes and stuck to her hands. The prickly feel of the sand irked Sakura. The young woman liked smooth textures -- not, well, textures that felt like sand. That's besides the point, however. She had never liked beaches and would probably never come to ever like them. Sure they could be soothing and relaxing, but Sakura just wasn't used to it. Trees and forests and plants. Now that's what Sakura was used to. The island has a fair amount of the three, but not as much as Yama no Sato. Oh no. Yama no Sato had way more trees and forests and, er, plants. That's what made it so awesome. Or maybe not. Maybe it was just how busy the village always seemed. Day and night, someone was always up to something. It was exciting. It was thrilling. Sometimes, it made Sakura's blood pump faster -- sometimes it made her ready for a fight, since, unfortunately, she was rarely able to test her skills on an actual opponent. During the times Sakura felt that way -- she felt almost disappointed to be unable to do something about the excitement she felt. However, being the ever so mature person she was, she quickly got over it. Because she was mature. And responsible. And so totally awesome.

Then again, the abolished trees said differently.

On the island though, things were completely different. There was no violence, there was no yelling, there was absolutely nothing that would cause any excitement. There was only peace -- and she would have to deal with it. No matter, it wasn't like she was going to be staying on the island for a long time. So what if there was nothing exciting about being on this island? It was peaceful and she had wanted peace, hadn't she? Sakura wanted some peace. She got it. The end. So why the Hell was she so uptight about it all? Perhaps, it was because she was around people like Ino and Naruto. They were always so loud and not exactly the people you'd want to be around if you wished to find peace. Sakura had made herself get used to their boisterous squawkings (Yes, boisterous squawkings.) and just dealed with it. Now that she was away from her two noisy friends -- what was she to do? Well, she was supposed to be relaxing. Which she wasn't. Sakura was, surprisingly, bored. Surprisingly. Once Sakura realized the certain fact -- she was a little more than frustrated.

"A little frustrated?"

Sakura was very tempted to reply with not a so mature answer. However, Sakura had never been one to give into temptation so easily. No, sirree. Not Haruno Sakura. "Maybe," she answered, turning around to face the questioner. She eyed the man, discreetly. Or not so discreetly, because clearly Sakura hadn't been thinking straight ever since she had arrived at the island. Then again what did that have to do with being discreet? Silently sighing, Sakura decided that she was losing her touch, since she hadn't been able to notice the man. Or she had noticed him and just decided to ignore his presence. Sakura really hoped that it was the latter, for she really didn't like the idea of getting rusty. The rosette-haired girl disliked the idea greatly, because she wasn't even in her prime yet! She was just eighteen, damn it! There was no way she was losing her touch, when she hadn't even gotten to use half her skills on a real opponent! It was just complete blasphemy! Or so she hoped. Finally she realized that she was just kind of staring at the man, even though she was thinking completely random thoughts. So, being the ever so polite person she was, Sakura decided to stop staring. Because that was rude and impolite, and Sakura was not the kind of person who was impolite. Most of the time.

"Why do you ask?"