<strong>Name: </strong>Naoki Nibushima<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>Height: </strong>6'1"<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Quick Bio:</strong>Naoki is a quiet, reserved guy, perhaps even a bit clumsy and air-headed in the typical goings on of a high-school student.  As Captain of the Kyudo team he moves with a fluid, steady grace and supports the ancient art for it's distribution of ritual, discipline, and self improvement.  He is also the chairman of the small home economics club the school possesses.  Being an only child he tries diligently to make his parents proud, and although his grades are merely average, his skill at archery is widely known.<br/>(http://i424.photobucket.com/albums/pp325/JoySakura/Archer/archer117.jpg)<br/><br/>The faint twang of the string resounded from the yumi Naoki held within his hands.  It's smooth bamboo was familiar and comforting, but it was not his own.  Gripping the string appropriately, he aligned his feet and brought the yumi up above his head.  His left hand pushed as his right hand pulled, his breath was slow and quiet.  The string came back and stopped before it should have, though he was still accepting of the result.  Slowly he reduced the tension, bringing his hands together and lowering the yumi, much to the bubbly clapping of his brown haired underclassman.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Nao-sempai!" she chirped, looking to retrieve her yumi from the much taller Junior.<br/><br/>Naoki smirked slightly, offering the yumi back to the sophomore, a newcomer to the Kyudo team, "You're welcome.  You<em>will</em>need to learn to string your own yumi." he reminded her, gathering his books from the mat below where he had left them.  They had made something of an appointment the day before for him to service her yumi before class, a duty he had now filled as the Captain of the team, "So I hope you were paying attention.  I'll expect you to demonstrate this tomorrow at the same time before class." he mentioned, repositioning the rectangular framed glasses upon the bridge of his nose.<br/><br/>"I...I will.  How do you pull the string back so easily?  You...don't look very..."<br/><br/>"Strong?" he interrupted her, "While Kyudo may not appear as physical as Kendo, Judo, or Karate, it too requires great discipline and muscular endurance.  When you attend a proper practice after school today, you'll understand better.  I'll expect you there on time."<br/><br/>"Yes Nao-sempai!  Until then!" the small, frail looking girl replied as she raced away with her yumi in tow.  Much to the chagrin of Naoki.<br/><br/>"At least carry it properly..." he said under his breath with a bit of a sigh.  Releasing the string to his own bow and wrapping the long length of bamboo in a soft, cotton wrap, he slung his books over his shoulder and left the kyudo dojo.  Crossing the field he prepared to enter the school proper when he noted the athletic Anko sprawled out upon one of the benches, more often utilized for studying or consuming quick snacks in between classes.<em>"Should I just leave her alone?  Maybe she wants to be left alone?  Maybe she fell asleep and would have wanted to be woken up?  Ugh...the possibilities, the possibilities...I suppose it's easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to get permission."</em>he decided internally.<br/><br/>"Um...hello?  Hello?" he said, his second greeting a bit louder than the first.  The overwhelming tone of seriousness and authority he possessed when instructing his underclassman in the dojo had vanished, for the time being.  In the meantime, all his tall frame was being used for was unintentionally putting Anko's face in the shade.