Well, this is my first try at making a RP Character. Please tell me what I'm missing, and forgive my paragraphs. I have a tendency to write run-on sentences.

Name: Jose Pedro "Jun" O. Ginez
Alias: None, unless you count his nickname as an alias.
Date of Birth: June 8, 1983
Place of Birth: Manila, the political capital of the island group known as Pilipinas, in Southeast Asia. He was raised in the Cordillera mountain ranges, for reasons stated below.
Gender: Male
Race: Good ol' human

Alignment: Good
Goal: To travel the known world, to explore the obscure world, to learn, to do what he believes is right
Driving Force: His sorrow over the injustice he sees in the world, his belief of everything working for the best

Appearance: Slightly darker than tan skin, raven-black, wavy, well-kept hair. Lanky arms and legs, around 5'6, slightly pointy nose, brown eyes. No distiguishing features, prefers baggy clothes. Not spindly, but not stubby fingers, fingernails cut and cleaned once every two weeks, big feet.

Personality: He is generally amiable; distanced at times when he is grieving, but approachable most of the time. He gives and takes jest lightly, as this is a practice in his land. He greatly respects elders, stopping to say good afternoon and touch the back of the elder person's hand to his forehead in a gesture of respect, which is also customary in his land. When confronted with a problem, he will always attempt to gain further knowledge of the task, and would take a nap first, if it would be possible. Below his outer shell of joviality, however, he is insecure, because of his status as one of the weaker kids in his village. He is frank, and very awkward around women.

History:

Born second into the family of a major supporter of the revolutionary movement poised to overthrow a long-running dictatorship, young Jun was stolen away from his family by the crazed supporters of the already overthrown dictator at the very young age of one year. He was abandoned by the group after they had collected the ransom money that his parents sent. He would not see his parents for a decade and a half.

He was, by a long-shot miracle, found by a native of the Cordilleras who was in the capital to gather news and to trade native products the day after he was abandoned. He had been left alone in a warehouse (typical, right?), and was flea-infested, very smelly, scared, and HUNGRY. Jun woke up in the middle of the night, right when the native passed near the warehouse he was in, and Jun began to WAIL. Loudly. Of course, the native heard him, and having no offspring of her own, and also unable to bear child, she took him, washed him, fed him, and brought Jun home.

Her husband was pleased with the addition to the household, instead of being annoyed with another mouth to feed, as their people are generally generous. Jun of course did not know his name, and he was renamed "Agulto".

Agulto was a hardworking young boy, and as the years went by, his father and the other men of the village taught him how to fish, to hunt, and how to fashion and care for a simple blade. The women in the village, in turn, taught him how to gut a fish, clean and skin an animal, and how to make a simple necklace properly. Thus he was equally taught there.

He was small of stature among his friends there, and was one of the weaker kids in his barangay, or village. However, Agulto was well schooled in how to swing a bolo, how to parry with the kalis, or kris, and much more. This he learned by watching closely the mock fights that took place at night at the center of his barangay.

He remembers that his father and mother were both dark-skinned, with straight, raven-black hair. His father was tall and proud, with both the laughing eyes of an old instuctor, and the steely gaze of a veteran. His mother was on the shorter side, petite, with soft eyes and a pointed nose.

During his seventh year, his mother crafted for him a simple, but beautiful necklace. It was made with finely cut leather, and strung with three polished wooden beads. Agulto would always remember the touch and feel of those hands which crafted the necklace.

When roughly ten years had passed since he was taken in, he was sent to the capital to help his mother trade the goods of the year. Nothing much happened in that year, but each year hence they set forth to the capital. By now he was an accomplished hunter and wielder of the barong and the kalis.

In his fifth year at the capital, a stranger passed by. She wore a black frock, with simple shoes, a wide brimmed, also black, hat, and her only jewelry was a locket fashioned with what Agulto thought was gold, although he hadn't seen gold before and had only heard of it in stories told by the "crazy men" of the barangay. The locket seemed precious to her, Agulto thought, because she would clutch at it every once in a while, as if it were one of the great warrior maharlika of old and she was faced (in her mind) with a fierce beast. She seemed to think he was someone she knew, because she kept looking him over. When he asked her if she wanted to buy something she didn't respond. She asked his mother a few questions and she gave an exclamation. Of course Agulto could not understand what they were talking about, and only caught a few snatches here and there, which was whenever the lady in black got an answer from his mother. After a while, the strange person exclaimed, and told his mother something. His mother had a look of mixed shock and disbelief on her face. She faced her son and told him that the strange person was his mother from birth.

Of course Agulto was shocked, and he highly doubted that that person was his real mother. So he looked in the small mirror that his mother bought for him during their second visit to the capital. Then he looked at the strange person. He was shocked beyond belief. Their faces were uncannily similar.

The stranger, seeing him looking at her, beckons to him. He starts to move towards her, and his mother (not the woman in black) grabs his arm and tells him to stay safe. With that, he moves to face the stranger, and the stranger suddenly starts crying and runs to embrace him, calling strange words in her tongue, one of them being "Jun", which sounds familiar to Agulto. Soon the two are walking toward her house, where a young lady is doing something in the garden.

He is shown into the house, where a roughly 50-year-old man, a sixteen-year-old girl (the one he saw in the yard), and an eleven-year-old boy attempt to introduce themselves to him. Since it was evening anyway they showed him around the house and took him to a vacant bedroom.

Agulto/Jun spent the rest of the rainy season in the capital, learning English and Tagalog, one of the most widespread languages in the Pilipinas, to the extent of being fluent in Filipino and being able to speak broken English.

When the dry season came, he went back to his barangay in the Cordilleras. He told his mother and father all about his stay in Manila, and he continued his practice with the barong and the kris. He also learned the doble baston in this time, and he always carries a pair of stout, straight sticks with him.

He traveled to the capital at the start of the rainy season, and returned to the mountains after the rains had passed. By now he was fluent also in English. He was also starting to comprehend contemporary culture.

After three more years of doing this, he felt routine. He wanted to see the world as it was. Having gained permission, he set out on a boat for Asia with a rattan pack, his sticks, his barong, his kalis, a sharpening stone, pumice for washing clothes, and a bar of soap.

Equipment
-rattan pack: a backpack made of rattan, a material like tree bark, except loads more flexible. Has straps (ooh, Velcro) and a sheath on the sides for his sticks and barong. The pack is lighter than conventional backpacks.

-doble baston: two stout sticks of the same length, used in battle. He uses both hands equally when using these.

-sharpening stone: 'nuff said.

-piece of pumice: used in washing clothes, and when taking a bath. The rock is scraped along the skin to remove any dirt while bathing. It is washed thoroughly before washing the clothes, of course.

-kalis: a mostly straight blade with a wiggly part near the guard, and whose guard is integrated into the blade. Can be used to slice or stab.

-barong: a native broadsword, in a sense. It has a wide, flat one-edged blade which can be used to effectively parry attacks. It is very much like a machete, except that the handle flows more smoothly into the curve of the blade, and the fact that it is heavier and shorter. These blades have been told to cut through the barrels of M-17s (no seriously).

-anting-anting: more commonly referred to as an amulet, except that isn't quite the right term. This is the simple necklace that his adopted mother made for him, with three wooden beads strung on it. It does not have any "magical properties" (for the moment) but Jun recieves a short burst of energy and will whenever he touches it when he is in a tight spot, because of his treasured memory of the hands that fashioned it.

Whaddaya think?

^Second edit

Better than most first attempts.

Added more stuff in the history.

I think it's finished. I was too lazy to give his relatives names, so what the heck.

And apparently no one is looking at it.

Probably means that it's fine with them.

They only feed on badly written ones apparently.

Dude, no need to triple post.

Sorry. I thought no one was looking at it in order to criticize it. I think I need a little putting down.