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Post by tonfachick on Jan 12, 2008 23:46:06 GMT -5
Name(Full,Last name first, First name last):Ranma Talim Age:15 Grade:Sophmore Personality and History:Talim is shy and would rather go unnoticed instead of having the intention on her, she is also quiet and basically only speaks if she has to. Most of her shyness is due to her big brother always teasing her about her speaking habits and her looks. Although when she's alone she's a totally different person. She lives with both her parents and her older brother. Appearence(You can post a picture): Rp Sample: Sitting at the kitchen table drawing out a diagram of a sheeps heart was Talim. She carefully sketched the last artery and put it in her general science folder. "Hey little one." Talim looked up to see her big brother coming down the stairs. She waved and started packing her stuff up into her bag. "What no hug and 'Hey best big brother in the world!' ?" He quetioned sarcasticly. Talim glared at him. "...You, Big brother are hopeless and insensitive." She mumbled walking away from the table and toward the front door. Approved. ;D Have fun RPing.
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Post by narakunohana on Jan 17, 2008 17:27:06 GMT -5
Name : Furude Shion Age : Sixteen Grade : Junior Personality and History : Shion hails from the wealthy Furude family, pampered and sophisticated. At least at home she is. When out and around other people, she is fun loving and pretty loud. Ambitious and a big sister types, Shion is used to getting what she wants and acts tough. Until she gets upset, then she needs someone to comfort her. Because of her parents' jobs, the Furude family moves a lot. Because of this, Shion hasn't had much of an opportunity to make any good friends. Sure there were acquaintances here and there, but mostly because she was thought to be 'cool' and 'pretty'. Basically friends for the wrong reasons. She's been pretty lonely through all her years because of this lack of good companions. Shion has never finished a year in the same school. She hopes Konoha High will be her first and maybe she'll find some permanent friends. Appearence : Rp Sample : She walked like a model. Chin up, hips swaying gently, heels clicking softly on the pavement of the sidewalk. And everyone was staring. Olette adjusted the shoulder strap on her purse and smiled to herself. It seemed to be like this everywhere. She didn't mind much, though. Especially since she was in a good mood. It had been another successful shopping day. About seven large bags hung from her arms, filled to the brim with expensive purchases. Olette sighed happily. Seven large bags of beautiful new items. Seven large bags of 'happiness'. Seven large bags that she almost dropped when a certain scent entered her nose. And it was not one of her new perfumes. It was blood. Olette stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, breathing in short quick bursts, analyzing the scent. Most definitely human blood. She tensed a little. There obviously hadn't been an accident, considering how calm the humans around her were. Her thin eyebrows furrowed. There was the possibility that it had been another vampire. Okay, now she was really curious. She wove through the mass of people passing around her to check her eye colour in a nearby shop window. They were still their normal pale greyish blue. She nodded to herself and set off in the direction of the scent. Her nose led her to a quiet street, no people. At least, not anymore. The possibility of another vampire seemed even more likely now. Flipping her long platinum blonde hair over her shoulder, Olette closed her eyes, pinpointing the location of the blood. Reopening them, she made for a long alleyway. Oh yes. There was the prey. A blanketed lump at the base of the passage. Biting her lower lip, Olette approached it, the smell of blood overwhelming. She carefully peeled back a corner of the blanket, revealing two seemingly homeless people. She leaned over to examine the bodies. A ha. Pierce marks from fangs on both. "Poor things," she murmured, replacing the blanket and straightening up. Rearranging her bags, she wondered where the vampire could have gone. She had yet to meet any like her in all her years. She was not going to pass up the chance, especially when one was so close. There was the possibility that it was dangerous, but she was willing to take the chance. There. Some blood droplets on the ground. They were heading back towards the main city and the board walk. Olette swallowed, then shook her head, turning in the direction of the board walk. Upon arriving, she immediately began analyzing all the passerbys. Nope. No. Uh uh. Not him either. There! Her pale eyes widened slightly for a second. There were two. Two seemingly young girls, twins she guessed, walking arm in arm. They were the vampires. She was sure of it. --------------------------- A vampire role-play? ^^ Interesting, I really liked it. Approved, of course. If you have any questions, comments or anything, do not hesitate to PM me or another staff member. This site is pretty self-explanatory, but just in case. =P Have fun role-playing!
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Post by Hashiku Tsukiakari on Jan 18, 2008 20:30:56 GMT -5
Name: Hashiku, Tsukiakari Age: 17 Grade: Collage Student Personality and History: Tsukiakari was never able to fit in anywhere when she turned 15. Her parents had gotten a divorce, and it was stressing her out because she was in charge of her twin 7 year old brothers. She was never very loud and only a few of her friends stayed her friends. After she entered collage in a different place, she began to make friends because no one knew of her past. Appearence(You can post a picture): Her Brothers: Her: Rp Sample(REQUIRED): ((From another Site. I'm too tired to write a new one)) Aya walked down the street, towards the school that another Quincy went to. I'm so glad that there are other quincy's in this town! I didn't want to be alone.. She stood next to the door and waited for school to end. As soon as it did, she rushed to sense the other quincys powers. She instead experienced the presence of a soul reaper. "Hey! You!"She yelled to him. "Wait up!" She saw him stop and ran towards him, "Excuse me, but you wouldn't happen to know the quincy that goes to school here? I'm trying to find him..." I guess you`re approved. But, please try to use correct spelling and good grammar. Though not many people care about these things, some people might like it though! :] Ok now read the rules, and you shall be officially approved! Hope you have fun Roleplaying! :]
Haruno Sakura
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Kiamine Temia
Freshman Student
Unemployed Freshman
An angel destined to fly, hurt and broken but too strong to cry.
Posts: 7
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Post by Kiamine Temia on Jan 22, 2008 14:51:59 GMT -5
Name: Kiamine Temia Age: 14 Grade: Freshman Personality and history: Temia lives with her mother and father. Because of her father's job, the Kiamine family moves almost every summer. At Temia's old school, she used to have tons of friends and she was even a little popular. When the family moved again, Temia wasn't happy. She wanted to stand out and turned goth. Temia doesn't have any friends because she keeps quiet and avoids any physical contact. Appearance: RP sample(REQUIRED): Temia stared out her bedroom window. The sun shone down on the sidewalk as little girls played jump rope. One of the little girls looked up at Temia. Temia quickly covered the window with her dark curtain. Temia turned her back towards the window and slid down the wall. Why did we have to move? Why couldn't Father move and me and Mother stay at our old house? She missed her old friends and her old school. Temia heard a knock on her bedroom door. Her mother's voice sounded. "Tem, tomorrow's your first day of school and we have to get you some clothes other than the dark ones you wear." Temia hissed, "If you didn't make me move, I'd wear my old clothes that we have at our old house!" "Tem, come on, we need to get you new clothes. One's that aren't...." Temia cut her off, "My clothes I have on now are fine!" Temia's mother spoke softer, "Don't you want to have nice clothes that don't make you look so different?" Temia hissed again, "I like being different!" There was a long silence followed by a sigh and footsteps. Temia felt bad about yelling at her mother like that. She was usually quiet but this time she couldn't help herself. Moving to a new house really made Temia different.... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I find this app to be quite good. ^^ I approve you. Be sure to post in the rules. Happy RPing! -Ino
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Tonkatsu Yuu
Senior Student
Call me a girl, I'll lick you! :D
Posts: 7
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Post by Tonkatsu Yuu on Feb 3, 2008 18:16:44 GMT -5
Name: Tonkatsu Yuu Age: 18 Grade: Senior in High school Personality and History: Older than he looks, Yuu is more in the category of a loli-shota with a childish appearance and bubbling personality. He enjoys many things sweet but his favorite food is Tonkatsu, which is a Japanese version of an American sand which. Yuu is likely to cling to someone close to him and give off a happy, optimistic, and childish aura that is known to lift the moods of many people. Or in some people's cases, disgust them with a sickeningly sweet personality. Yuu lives in a normal home with his parents catering to his every whim. They are rarely home though, so they shower him with the necessities he needs to live (along with some extra items of 'importance' to him such as Tonkatsu, cake, and several orders of Sanba). Though he may be playful and quite a naive senior, he's also very sensitive to everyone's feelings and sympathetic for them. Appearance: Rp Sample: [[This is from an RP site called An Ouran Romance]] Haruhi was a practicality. She often saw the big picture in things and never hesitated to speak what was on her mind. But, that was just how she was. She was one of a kind girl who didn't base things on stories or gender stereotypes. Though she was a girl, Haruhi was often mistaken as a boy. Not that it bothered her, she kind of liked having girls fond over her. Tamaki, the very obnoxious leader of Host Club was the first to mistaken her as a male. It wasn't her fault though. Her family didn't have enough money to pay for a single uniform for Ouran High school. And she disliked the fact of having gum in her long hair. So she did what any sane person without any feelings of their looks would do. She cut it off. There wasn't a time though, that Haruhi ever paused to think about how others would react to her answers. Truthfully, she didn't care. It was only expressing what she thought and there was really nothing wrong with that. She doesn't even know why people look so hurt after she answers them... But back to the gender issue. There was none. It was only Tamaki's over enthusiasm of having an actual female cross dress as a male. But, Haruhi figured that she had to have some answer of his usual questions, 'Haruhi, are you really a girl?'. She stared at him straightforwardly and answered, "Biologically, yes." She watched as his reaction came expected and ready but did nothing. Some people may say that she was an ignorant and very rude. Others call her straightforwardly decise. Haruhi was blunt. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I lovelovelove this application. No complaints. Approved!
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Yujiro Keisuke
Sophmore Student
Sophmore Student l Jobless
*place catchy slogan here*
Posts: 2
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Post by Yujiro Keisuke on Feb 3, 2008 18:52:26 GMT -5
Name: Yujiro Keisuke Age: 15 Grade: Sophomore Personality and History: Keisuke is a smart-Aleck heir that takes his role as a student very seriously. He regularly ignores those that he believes wastes his time and offers him no advantage and often acts cold to them. But when he meets a person that he deems worthy of time, he'll change himself completely, smiling pleasantly-but rather fakely- and acting as though he is sincere about their feelings. As said above, Yujiro Keisuke is the heir to his father's industry of trading and manufacturing. His good looks and charming personality often manipulate people to endorse their product or buy it themselves. Though he has somewhat of an aloof and stoic personality, Keisuke still feels the pressure of becoming heir and pleasing his father that expects more than excellent from his sons. He has one younger brother that is not far behind on overcoming him in becoming heir. Due to this, Keisuke feels his position and life meaning is threatened and is often cold to his own brother though he meant no harm. Keisuke's brother, Doaho, is witty, charming, and fun-loving with no interest in taking over the business whatsoever. But, his naturally high GPA and testing standards have made him a possible choice of heir rather than Keisuke. For this, the brothers don't get along quite as well as they should. Doaho, though, is determined to start up the 'fire' of bond between the brothers again while Keisuke is determined to relinquish it completely. Appearance: Rp Sample: There hasn't been a day that he didn't have to see that stupidly happy grin on that idiot's face. His fists clench until his knuckles turn ghost white, showing the tenseness in the air of which his brother had so dimwitted ignored. Keisuke stood stiff and clenched his jaw, glaring icicles at his brother who merely stood relaxed and grinning widely. He had known that he despised him, yet, he did nothing of it. Doaho had just reached the praise of his father once again for his high marks on his Semester finals. How he could have done it, he would never have known. Doaho is rarely home, Keisuke knew. He was always out on a date, or with his friends, or playing with his sports team. They rarely interacted with one another. And yet, Keisuke had grown to hate him with his life. But, hate was a strong word. He was jealous, though he'd never admit to something as pointless as that. Keisuke was jealous that his brother would always be the center of his father's attention no matter how hard he worked. He was jealous that he would always get the higher marks on his report card when Keisuke was the one to stay up late studying. He was always jealous, ...that Doaho was still happier than him. He, Keisuke, was to become heir no matter what for being the oldest. He had possibly the biggest number of fan girls at their elementary and middle school. He was the object of recognition. So why was he still contradicting himself after all these years? It hadn't make any sense to him, and he was suppose to be the genius first born. There were still many whispers out there, vindicating him and comparing him to his lowly brother. Could two brothers, almost twins, be any more different than they already could? Keisuke knew well enough that he and Doaho were complete opposites. But this prodigy couldn't ever measure up to the standards and facts that they were more alike than they could ever dream. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I approve you. I liked your application. ^^
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Sano Midori
College Student
College Sophmore l Music Teacher/Music Store employee
Ino approved me.
Posts: 8
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Post by Sano Midori on Feb 4, 2008 1:22:52 GMT -5
Name: Sano Midori Age: 20 Grade: College Sophomore Personality and History: Uptight perfectionist with a soft spot for animals (mainly birds), Midori is a pianist prodigy, learning since the age of 5. Though he hides his true character under layers of emotionless stubbornness, he has a calmer gentle interior that has a love for music. Growing up under a fairly wealthy family consisting of his father, mother and himself, Midori had discovered the music of a piano before he had even learned to walk. Since then, his life had evolved around playing music and conducting it. Many people overlook his musical talent with his anti-social exterior that thrived for perfection in everyone and everything he encountered. Midori had recently taken up a business, leaving his family once he was of age, and opened up a music store where Yukime Hiro works as a part time job. Beginning with sweeping the store and restocking the shelves, he was finally proven of Hiro's musical capabilities as she was shown the gentler, more sophisticated side of Midori. Thus, the beginning of an apprenticeship. Appearance: Rp Sample: He knew she was there. He knew she was standing right at the other side of the wall, watching him. Listening to him. But at the moment, he hadn't cared. He, Sano Midori, was a prodigy. His musical compositions had been known throughout the country and played perfectly only by him. Hiro had just finished double the amount of work he had normally given her each day and as he could tell, she was exhausted. She should at least have the exception of listening to him play. His fingers fluttered along the black and white keys, showing no signs of tiring or hesitation. The piece was soft, and kind of sad. It was famous for hitting people by the heart strings by it's melancholy flavor. She must have thought it was odd though. Seeing such an emotional tune played by a cold bastard was a sight for sore eyes. But what could he expect her to think? She was his student, he was her teacher. But, it seemed something more than that had formed in between. They were Master and Apprentice. The Master, with his talents dwindling away along with his own void of life. The Apprentice, a young, capable container of knowledge, ready to be gifted. He was to shower her with his gift, and she was to take it grateful and continue to exploit the world with it. And, who knows? Maybe the time will come for her to pass her own gift to her student. Her apprentice. And soon enough he would become nothing. Just a void of existence on the face of humanity. He would become nothing more than a memory once his time has passed. A memory that would soon fade along with its meaning. The music ended abruptly, the echoes still chiming the hallways as he stared blankly at the keys for a moment. "D-Don't stop!" Midori tore his eyes away from the piano and towards the doorway with eyes of indifference, though he was surprised. Hiro stood hunched over in exhaustion, breathing heavily and looking a bit flustered. "Don't stop..." she breathed, barely above a whisper in a plea. Their stares met for a quiet moment, only to be broken by him shifting over to his left and patting the seat beside him, motioning her to join. She stood frozen with hesitation for a moment, unsure of what to react to it. "Play with me." He stated bluntly, as though it weren't the hardest thing for him to say in the world. She nodded slowly and walked over, seating herself beside him. Midori paused for a moment but then continued his piece at the lower half of the piano. When time came to, he glanced at Hiro who hesitantly started to play at the higher keys. The tones seemed to coexist peacefully as Midori's low notes harmonized with Hiro's higher, more innocent sounding ones. She tensed a bit, having never played with her boss before but continued to play as the piece was written. "Stop fidgeting." He ordered, surprisingly comfortingly. She hadn't noticed that she was shifting nervously in her seat and stopped with an embarrassed blush. "Don't tense up, just feel the rhythm." he instructed carefully as they played. She nodded in understanding and forced herself to relax a bit, closing her eyes and memorizing the piano piece by heart. Soon, her smaller, much softer looking hands were fluttering along the piano keys just as Midori's did a few moments ago. He closed his eyes as well, feeling the peacefulness of the song set in and calm him. For a moment, they had coexisted with each other peacefully instead of letting their personalities clash like opposites did. For a moment, they had forgotten all their troubles and floated away to their own peaceful states of mind. For a moment, they've never felt so alive. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Very good. That's a nice sized RP sample too. I approve you. ^^
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Tayaki Jade
Junior Student
Junior Student l Jobless
PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC, WHITE BOY!!
Posts: 8
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Post by Tayaki Jade on Feb 12, 2008 15:26:31 GMT -5
Name: Tayaki, Jade Age: 17 Grade: Junior Personality and History: In every group of friends there is a smart girl, a girl everyone knows, and the emo kid. Well, Jade is hyperactive weirdo. Jade has an... interesting was of looking at life. While she is optimistic her second language is sarcasm. She also absolutely loves animals. Jade has a theory that her father, a therapist, may has dropped her on her head every day, as he threatens to send her to an the Loney Bin. She's does well in subjects such as Science, but when her Math teacher criticizes her, Jade, is ready to bang her head on her desk. . Appearence: PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY! Rp Sample(REQUIRED): Jade sighed while crumbling here Math Mid Term, "Another seventy. My mom is going to kill me." Every single test thought Jade... every single one. Jade walked slowly as if it was her last step she would ever talk. "Good-bye world!" sniffled Jade. I'm not even going to be able to watch the next episode of Smallville she thought. I've lived such an empty life. Jade slid into the back seat of her mother's car. "Jade how was your day?" inquired Mrs. Teyaki, "Oh and did you get your MATH TEST?" There was an emphasis on the words math test. Jade could see her mother's eye brows raising in rear view mirror. "Ummm. My math teacher was on a trip to... Bayonne, New Jersey... yeah New Jersey, and people never come back when they go to there." "Aha!" shouted Jade's mother slamming onto the breaks, "You are lying! I called your Math teacher! You got a sixty-nine!" "It was a seventy," corrected Jade. "Same difference! You need to do better!" "Ok mom, I'm listening!" Jade said nodding her head while placing her Head phones into her ear. Jade was going to watch YouTube. Suddenly she hears a horn behind her. "Mom, move the car! I'm going to die in this 2002 green Honda and I haven't even had any kids yet!" Your RP sample is very short, but I'll aprove you- just make sure to RP longer, okay? Oh, and remember to post in the rules!
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Sazuki Adei
Senior Student
"Snow. It's a beauty. No wonder it's so hazardous."
Posts: 3
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Post by Sazuki Adei on Feb 13, 2008 9:47:49 GMT -5
Name: Sazuki, Adei [Kita] Age: Eighteen Grade: Senior Personality & History: THe north has always been the place Adei, otherwise known as Kita, has longed to be. He loves the frigid air and mountainous scenery exclusive to the north. In any case, he still loves the people and town of Konoha where he's been condemned for his whole life. Kita enjoys being in the company of people who share his interests of fashion. He has an odd habit of doodling in the air with finger when he sees something that strikes him "fabulous". Kita is also open to the idea of "free love". In other words, Kita is gay. Kita likes to live frugally, and never fails to find a substitute to something that would otherwise be costly. He moved out of his mother and six sisters' house to his own apartment, were he rarely studies, and daydreams. Kita's own personal ambition is to live life as full as he possibly can. To others he is often seen as pleasurable to pass time with in regards to his very bright personality. Appearance: Role-play Sample: [An excerpt from an original role-play site.] Turmoil. Complete destruction. The once beautiful city she'd called her personal hell, in ashes. Years ago a young child relocated to what she referred to then as the most god-forsaken place she'd ever seen. Now, as that same girl stood over the city, she felt feelings of sadness wash over her. Maybe she still did hate it. It was simply the fact that a person, a person who happened to be one of her best friends, could do such a thing. In such a short period, she destroyed a city-- it wasn't place she was fond of, even looking at it now, but nonetheless she did it. A twinge of guilt pieced painfully throughout her body, knowing she was part of the reason such a thing could happen. Farrah knew it was her own fault that she'd been so open to give someone who seemed so innocent, a power so extraordinary. She stood silently as the familiar surge of sin replaced the sadness. Farrah had felt this kind of pain frequently... it was like a habit. Like breathing. Snow fell gently onto her dark hair, and she shivered feeling unaccustomed to the change of climate. She pulled her loose cloak closer to her body, and shook the snow that stood out in contrast to her hair. Farrah felt strangly pleasured to this weather-- weather she was solemnly ever grateful for. She figured it couldn't have been snowing for long in this area-- the snow was dry, and there was no slosh to make her slip. However, he grass was frosted with ice, that made the bristles that struggled to spurt from the ground seem sharp. Farrah strolled through the terrain, dragging her feet across the dead grass and maneuvering in the obstacles scattered on the earth. She paused as she knelt on the ground and picked up some broken glass. The frosted glass seemed to be lettered and still felt heated. Farrah looked closer at it and recognized it. It was a broken bottle of Starbucks Frappachino coffee drink. Farrah suppressed a smile as she held the pieces in her hand, balancing them in her gapped fingers. A sudden gust of wind caused her to grasp harder onto the pieces and pull her mask so it bunched around her neck. Blood dripped from the pored of her skin, as it pressed against the rigid texture of the glass. Farrah dropped the pieces back into the dirt and stood up. She brushed the dirt off of her clothing and pulled down her mask even further. Her face stung for a split second as it embraced the cold air. She hadn't felt that air blow in such a long time. Oversized heaters were placed to destroy the gelid weather. How typical of a dictator who hated the cold even more than she did. It seemed like a scene from a horror movie, or a documentary. A documentary of a horrible war, that dominated life itself. And as much as she wanted to delude herself that was the case... She knew it was not. Farrah slipped her mask over her nose and began to depart from the dreadful scene. The leaves rustled for a minute; but there was not any more wind. Farrah automatically felt herself feel alert, and felt her body shake, as she stepped back. Farrah prepared to draw her weaponry before she heard a familiar voice. A well thought out character. Accepted! Just make sure you know the rules.
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Post by danewgirl on Feb 14, 2008 18:29:25 GMT -5
Name: Angel Antoine Age: 18 Grade: Sophomore [[She was held back.]] Personality and History: [ ]
Tough talking, and former gang member, Angel-known as Ange- is one of few American students in Japan. Her family had shipped her away from the U.S at the age of 13, seeing that she was too much to handle for them. As a kid, Ange's parents have never been one to care for a child, or even want one in the first place. Unable to interact with her own parents, she grew up cold and distant from her classmates and the other kids. By the time she had entered middle school, Ange joined a gang of delinquents called 'The Outcasts' and reverted to stealing, lying, cheating, and violence. Unable to handle her, Ange was sent to Japan (since she was 1/16th Japanese and all) where she taken care of in school by her parent's business partner. A man 7 years older than her by the name of Keisuke. There was little he could do for the broken child, but it had paid off. After some discipline and tough love from her caretaker-of which she started to refer to as someone she loved very much- Ange had eventually seen the error of her ways and became more dignified, choosing by her own will to go back to high school and complete. Though she is a bit behind-two year to be exact- from the rest of her classmates, she is determined to work hard while balancing her jobs with her school work. Life in Japan was rather hard for her, since Ange lived with a lazy uncle in a small house. She worked two part time jobs in order to suspend their wages while trying to catch up to her class. Keisuke works at one of her jobs as assistant manager while she's pretty much stuck with cleaning and cooking duties.
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Rp Sample:
'Oh god...' She winced.
Everything hurt. Her head throbbed, her body ached, but worst of all, her spirit had broken. All those months of studying and planning...wasted. The final exams were over, she couldn't graduate. If only she had known this would have happened, if only she had tried to stop it and revert back to her old way of life. The easy way. Ange's broken arm tensed up, making her wince once again. To 'The Outcasts', she must have looked pathetic.
Here she was, sitting in a hospital bed, her arm in a cast and her right eye patched. The memory from last night came so blurry, yet, the voices were clear. There was a lot of rain, a lot of blood, and loud screaming. It was so dark; she had only hoped that the people who found her lying unconscious hadn't seen her face in detail.
The Outcasts had come back.
All the way from America, as well. They had followed her all the way to Japan just to convince her to join the gang. If only she knew this were to happen, perhaps then...she would have gone home with them instead of ending up half dead in an alley way. Ange shook her head unconsciously. No. She was glad she stayed. Though it hurt her physically, she was finally able to sleep at night knowing that there were no regrets any longer. She had wanted to stay, and there wasn't any one that could convince her differently.
If only it hadn't come at such a cost.
The final exams. Graduation. She was going to have to wait a whole other year for it. What was he going to say about it? Would he reject her and send her to some other relative? When he spent so much time of his life trying to save her from her own self, would he give her up without another thought? Ange shut her eyes tightly, trying her hardest to fight back the hot tears. She hadn't wanted to think about it. After all those years, he listened to her when she talked, when she complained and whined about her life. He hadn't even judged her. Not once.
The sound of door creaking made her snap out of her thoughts. She didn't move, or even flinch once. Knowing who was there was obvious. Her head turned towards the window, away from the person at the door. Dirty blonde locks of hair draped over her face messily as she averted her eyes, anywhere but him. "Keisuke..." she murmured.
"I got a call that you were here..." he stated normally. There wasn't a hint in his voice that told her that he wished her a better healing. No surprise. Keisuke's eyes shone jet black as though there were nothing in it. It looked shallow, but deep at the same time. He pulled up a chair at the side of her bed and sat down. "What happened?"
"Just a visit from some old friends."
"Old friends, huh?" He propped his elbow on the desk next to him and laid his chin in his palms, examining the bandages that covered her face and body. "That's some reunion."
Things were silent after that. Mere minutes passed when her neck started to ache from facing away from him. Ange sighed, letting in some relief when she turned her head straight again, peering at her caretaker from the corner of her eyes. "What do you want?" she asked quietly.
Keisuke's face remained stoic as he sat up from his slouch. "I'm here to take you home."
Ange scoffed and continued to look down at her lap. "I'm not going back. There's no way."
She felt him shift his weight so that he was leaning forward towards her. She tensed up reflexively from having another human come close to her, but hid it underneath her curtains of blonde hair. "Why not?" he asked. Her fists clenched as Ange twisted her head quickly with an angry glare at the calm man.
"'Why not'…?! What'd ya mean, why not?! I failed! I failed, okay?! I couldn't take the exams, so I failed! I'm not graduating, you freaking prick!" she yelled angrily at him, surprising, even herself at how much energy she could have. Ange turned her head away again, feeling the tears flow down her face. Her shoulders bobbed up and down as she sobbed uncontrollably. She couldn't face him. Before, she had always failed her tests and disappointed her parents and teacher. And she still hadn't cared then. But this time, when someone took their time and depended on her, she had actually wanted to try her best. It all turned pointless in the end.
Yes. Of course. Approved. ~.~[/color]
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Iroke!!!
College Student
Colledge Freshman l Jobless
Shut up. I don't care what you think. Now go away.
Posts: 3
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Post by Iroke!!! on Feb 16, 2008 0:01:22 GMT -5
Name: Sawada Shigure [Nickname: Iroke-Yaoi (tends to just go by Iroke)].
Age: Nineteen
Grade: College Freshman
Personality: Iroke is, in a word, rambunctious. A down-to-earth and happy-go-lucky person, he is a social butterfly and claims to love everyone. Most everyone, that is. He is always looking for the good in people, though it takes a lot to earn his respect. Once his good opinion of a person is lost, most likely it can never return, for it takes a lot for a person to be condemned in his eyes as well. Bubbly and cheerful, he finds nothing more beautiful in a human being than their smile. He loves making people laugh, and laughing himself. He has a very flexible sense of pride, thus he doesn’t mind laughing at his failings, or when others do the same. So ready to please and trust people, it’s easy to hurt and use him. He tends to dwell on those matters, falling into fits of depression where no one can get him out until he’s ready to stand up againHe is a very loyal person to the people he cares about, willing to stand by them no matter when until the day they choose different sides of a fight. But he loves debating and arguing, never tiptoeing around subjects, and is always honest.
He is also, in a way, simple minded. It takes little to please him. For example, “cute things.” He has a soft spot for anything cute or sweet, claiming it as his own whether it be a human being, a creature, or an object (his infatuation with this things last from minutes to weeks; he’s been known to kidnap people, having claimed them as his pets because he thought they were so cute and innocent). And sweets. Give him sweets and he’ll love you forever (but he hates Valentine’s Day). Heights is another thing. He can’t stand heights. However, he is most known for his flamboyancy. Iroke is a glam queen, loving his sense of fashion and mannerism, hardly caring what the world thinks of him.
Once he loses his temper, it’s hard to get him back in control. He’s a very violent person at these times, and it’s best to leave him alone until he calms down. He’s also one of the most stubborn people you will ever meet, hating when he doesn’t get his way. He is very, very gullible. Also, he has a short attention span, so he tends to wander through subjects or people, never staying in one place for too long. He finds it hard to notice when people are uncomfortable with his actions, in other words: he doesn’t take hints very well. He is overly blunt at times, not knowing when to keep his mouth shut or lie. Conceited and self-absorbed, though it isn’t all about him, it obvious that he thinks the world of himself. Or does he? It’s hard to tell whether or not he’s putting on a charade to keep people entertained.
Oh yes. He’s also gay.
History: Iroke grew up in a fairly quiet household where he was left to do as he pleased. Being the youngest child, he was spoiled to no end, though his dominantly cheerful personality prevented him from becoming rotten. Of course, his father died when the boy was young, leaving the family completely female. It consisted of his mother, his two older sisters, and his aunt. This might have had some influence on his rather feminine nature and his love of fashion. But he really had few events in his life that were life-changing. Only one, which has already been mentioned.
The least important part of his lifespan (he considers it important) was the lengthening of his name. He was not merely content to be Sawada Shigure. Not at all. Soon added were women’s names, and in the end he became known as (to himself, for no one else would agree to call him such a lengthy title) Sawada Shigure Akane Akiko Cho Emi Hikari Hisako Hoshi Hotaru Izanami Kin. And yes, he does put them in alphabetical order so as not to forget them. Eventually he decided to settle for Iroke, meaning glamour followed by Yaoi for…obvious reasons.
He discovered his preference to males in his early high school years. While his friends found themselves in the shadows with a female figure, he was left alone, unmoved by any advance made on him. The natural thought by his friends was that he was odd. He figured he’d explore his sexuality and decide from there. So when he discovered that being with men felt far more natural than being with women, the answer was obvious.
He currently lives alone in an apartment while going to school and working to support himself.
Appearance: Iroke is a person of style, even if it isn't the greatest. His hair is straight and wisps forward in tannish-blonde strands that blend right into his laughing gray eyes. His skin is pale for a Japanese boy, but he doesn't mind too much. He loves his jewelry and nail polish, and also his make-up. Accessories are a must no matter what the outfit is. He dresses in bright colors and odd clothing depending on his moon.
RP Sample: Never mind the plot that they all suffered through. It was a person's actions that defined the story. Nothing more. Nothing less. Such were the actions that controlled a person's life, each one leading to a new path that wound downwards towards an ending that one could never see. And that was where she stood, half way down that beaten path called life, examining previous actions and wondering if they were the right ones. Not that it mattered anymore, seeing that you could never stride the same path twice, nor follow it backwards. That was life. Always had been, always would be.
Had her parents thought of this beforehand, they would not have made the mistake of dressing her as a doll, warping her sense of identity. Marriage was impossible at that point. Every arrangement that had been considered, they had to reject, knowing that women were not the interests of her, yet were the only possible beings that could ever produce an heir for their daughter. Perhaps her brother was better off in that matter. For while the siblings shared the same body make up, only one had the correct mindset. So were the views of the parents that they shared.
And with that thought, she had slipped away from the library, looking for more desirable company.
Yuko was a person that her parents did not know about. The last name was familiar, of course. But the boy was not. Had they known him, they wouldn't have been pleased anyway. So why bother with an introduction? No point. None at all. Friendship would have been fine, but as soon as the deeper relationship had been discovered, she would have been packed up and sent to attend some other school. An all girls school, perhaps. Or all boys to bring out the truth about her hidden gender.
No. It would not do.
The clicking echoed across the corridor, her being the only living person to occupy the space. Her steps halted. Perhaps it would have been better to be born the other. Not that anything could be done about it now. Blame the father, as it was his part that determined the gender. And blame the mother as well for using her, the daughter, as a model.
How she longed for something more than what they gave her. Freedom. The freedom to not be suppressed, hidden under their palms until she agreed to become the proper child. It was always a pain, answering their questions. For they never knew where she took herself at night. They never knew she was satisfying the need that required filling; the need that only someone of the proper requirements could please. They never knew because she could not tell them.
Because they could never bring themselves to listen.
Why should they? Why should they listen to a daughter who lets her emotions and needs govern her life? They, who supposedly knew what was best for her. But did they? Never. No. She knew, and they didn't. And it was their fault for not knowing.
Yes, Kumiko figured, blame everyone else.
A refreshing light poured across the water, glistening and bouncing with laughter and brightness. The urge to remove her shoes and stockings pulsed in her heart. But that was not the way of a rich man's daughter. Not his pride and joy, but the second fruit of his loom. So as she passed, she merely bent over a little, breaking the surface with just the tips of her fingers, running them through the liquid, before moving on across the distance to where the familiar face was.
Here was the man who had given her nothing less than salvation. Deliverance. Had no desire to change who she was or condemn her for the decisions she had made. So she had been led to believe. Yuko knew what she had needed, and had given it to her wholeheartedly. How could she not have loved him with the calmness he possessed, the gentleness with which he acted towards her? And how could she not aim to please him? Please him with new appearances, new words...anything to get him to look at her with those eyes filled with love.
Far more desirable company indeed.
((I'll try to locate a picture that works. The original hasn't been so far.))
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Yamashita Renji
Senior Student
Unemployed Senior
Look! A monkey!*Points*
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Post by Yamashita Renji on Feb 16, 2008 8:48:03 GMT -5
Name: Yamashita Renji Grade(You choose, but if they are 12 and a senior, give us a REALLY GOOD REASON TO ACCEPT THAT):Senior Personality and History:Since the death of his mother and the abadonment of his father, Renji grew up hating people in general. This hate, however, spawns out of the fact that he doesn't want to be hurt again by any bonds. He is a little paranoid in that respect, sure everyone will abadon him once they get the chance. He has yet to find someone who doesn't seem that way. He has a good mind, though, while choosing not to make bonds with those around him, he became a police officer, in hopes of helping make lives better, for people to avoid going through his pain. Renji is smart, does well an school, but tends to critize people harshly. He won't hesitate to say your stupid or weak, and while this will sound like an insult, he really just wants them to improve what he found wrong so their lives can be better. His calm and serious manner of speech rarely allows him to show that degree of care. Appearence(You can post a picture): Rp Sample(REQUIRED): Now, more than ever, did Haru wish he could concentrate on his surroundings. Maitsu-sensei seemed to have figured out their plan, and think of a way to counter at the same time. When the needle wasn't shot, Batsu went up in a flurry of fire. She seemed to have seen through it too dodging Batsu's attacks easily and taking to the air. "Haru!" As soon as he saw Maitsu-sensei go into the air, he heard his name called, and felt a sharp sting in his neck. She got him. Again. They're plans didn't work."This will be a chuunin exam style spar..." That's all Haru need to hear. He had always loved sparring against his brother, despite the fact that he knew almost no ninjutsu at the time. He never won, but he never gave up. It was the battle he wanted, not the victory. Though this time it maybe different. He had always been seen as the worst ninja in the group, both by other sensei's and ninja alike. If he could win this battle, against a Kekkei Genkai, he would be sure to gain some respect. "I got it." He reached into his shuriken hostler. Start out light, then take Rin-chan by surprise! He threw the shuriken and ran forward. Thinking was definatly not Haru's forte, and this test was requiring him to think more than back at the academy. His mind raced. 'She's a jounin, how are we supposed to beat her?! She dodges most of our attacks, can read through plans, and get us when we least expect it! This is hopeless...
What's wrong baby Haru? Giving up already?
Haru looked up. Isamu wouldn't have given up, and neither should he. 'We need a plan, taking her by surprise isn't gonna work.' He turned to Rinsaku. "An idea, any now would be good." His face went from a thingyy smile to a serious look. He wasn't about to lose to this lady.
Not yet.Aprroved! Just post in the rules, and welcome to MN!
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Miyazaki Seiran
Senior Student
Unemployed Student
Take away my future, erase my past, but you can't stop me from smiling right now.
Posts: 9
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Post by Miyazaki Seiran on Mar 14, 2008 22:26:51 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name(Full,Last name first, First name last): Miyazaki Seiran Age: 19 Grade(You choose, but if they are 12 and a senior, give us a REALLY GOOD REASON TO ACCEPT THAT): Senior Personality and History: Seiran is a kind hearted boy that always thinks of others. He is known as a nice guy to everyone, always doing what's right in his mind. He can always put on a smile even when in danger, which happens alot, because of the fact that he has an incureable sickness. He isn't in school much because of it, so he was held back two years. Though he is in the hospital, and he can't always take his classes, he will come to school to see everyone when he can, and try to take classes like normal. Appearence(You can post a picture): Rp Sample(REQUIRED): Seiran walked through the gates of the school as he headed towards the field. The few students that were on free period turned to look at him. The sophmore, juniors,and seniors gave him a smile; while the freshman looked at him obliviously thinking he was a late student. It was the first time he had returned this year, so that was no surprise. "Miyazaki-sempai!" Seiran turned to see a junior calling to him. In a little, the people who knew him crowded around him. Saying, "Welcome back" or "Good to see you again." Seiran smiled to each of them. Some freshmen decided to join. Seiran merely smiled to them as well. "How are all of you?" [glow]((Sorry it's short))[/glow] Approved! Just post in the rules! ^.^
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Asano Kane
Junior Student
Ben and Jerry's Employee
Posts: 4
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Post by Asano Kane on Mar 18, 2008 15:39:16 GMT -5
Name(Full,Last name first, First name last): Asano Kane [Male] Age: Seventeen Grade(You choose, but if they are 12 and a senior, give us a REALLY GOOD REASON TO ACCEPT THAT): Junior Personality and History: Kane was seven years old when he first began to go to school due to a lung disorder he was born with. Despite the fact he had been home schooled at first he excelled in all of his classes; except Mathematics. Kane enjoys time alone visiting at his best friend, Daisu's, whom he had met in remission, grave. Kane often talks to himself when he is distressed and likes reading. Kane was cured a few years ago and his ego is growing every since his father suggested he join the football team. Appearence(You can post a picture): {This may be familiar...} Kakashi took one look at the monument. It was only a boulder--but a signifigent one. Kakashi departed solemnly, as he always did. He recalled he had set up a training session with Gai...he was probably furious, of his tardiness. It took Kakashi a few minutes to reach the Dojo. It was a place Kakashi had generally avoided, for he found nature surrounding much more realistic in a battles. Kakashi pushed the doors open, and scanned the room for Gai. Upon spotting him, [Which was not difficult considering his color scheme] Kakashi casually waved, at the man. "Oh Gai, I apologize for the loss of time. I felt that a sign would come to me today," Kakashi lied artisically. Approved! Just post in the rules, okay?
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Post by blehblahmeh on Mar 30, 2008 14:03:24 GMT -5
Name: Datenshi, Taro Age: 14 Grade: 9th grade Personality and History: Soft-spoken but not entirely shy, Taro is one person most would have difficulty deciding their gender. Though she is a girl, Taro is a boy name in Japan and often confuses those addressing her. But not only by her name, she neither acts like a girl nor a boy. Taro dislikes wearings dresses and jewelry, and baggy clothes that both boys and girls wear today. She only refers to herself as a person and isn't one to get offended easily. Both her parents are alive and she is an only child. Her mother decided the male name for her daughter to 'unlock' the flavor of her personality. Taro grew up in a regular household and overall, has no real problems. She helps run the family store often and usually has a laid back look. Though she's mostly inactive, Taro isn't lazy physically or mentally. She keeps up with her school work regularily and controls her time manageament just as well as anyone. Most of her friends notice the fact that Taro has a sweet tooth and has a secret obsession over all things caked with sugar. But during daylight hours, her fonding is covered well with her sleepy and lay back look. Appearence: Rp Sample: "One....two....three..." she thought, her activated Byakugan in full battle mode. There were a number of exploding tags hidden in the trees and houses. If she were to find them all and deactivate them in time, she'd finally pass her test. Hyuuga Hinata, daughter of Hyuuga Hiashi, sister of Hyuuga Hanabi, heiress to the Hyuuga clan. Her now long dark indigo colored hair framed her face perfectly, giving an obvious clue to people that she's changed. But not only has she changed in appearance, she has changed in confidence. Hinata wanted to become stronger, not only for herself, but for the entire village. There was that one special person, though, that wouldn't stay off of her mind and fueled her with energy to keep going. Naruto. Just the name was enough to make her heart flutter and beat faster, and enough to give her the confidence boost she had desperately needed to go on. Yes, she was in love. Hyuuga Hinata, daughter of Hyuuga Hiashi and member of the infamous Hyuuga clan of the Byakugan, was in love with Uzumaki Naruto. The loud mouthed, hyperactive, knucklehead ninja of the Konohagakure leaf village. But also her courage to move forward. "...four...five...six..." Three in the trees, one behind a rock, and two in a house. Quickly and swiftly, Hinata moved to each of the destinations, and sure enough, there they were. Each bomb deactivated and tucked away, away from having the slightest chance of being activated. Given one last chance to answer if there were any bombs, Hinata stood up straight and shook her head. "There are no more bombs." she stated clearly, deeply sure of herself. Her trainer looked at her skeptically before smirking out of the corner of her rosy red lips and pointing ahead of her. Gasping, Hinata quickly rushed towards the direction, having spotted one bomb still active hidden on the wall of a house. She panted and gasped in anxiety as Hinata ran as fast as her feet could carry her and just as she was about to peel off the bomb... *BOOM!* *SPLAT* Her face was instantly covered with white powder. Hinata stood frozen in her stance, her arm reaching out in attempt to peel the exploding tag off completely frozen in midplace. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes through the white powder to see a sign that was revealed from the bomb. 'You owe me Udon.' Chuckling even though she lost, Hinata wiped off some of the white powder on her face and smiled towards her sensei and she and Kurenai both laughed. Alright, so she needed a little more work.... [[This is my old rp post from Anime Alive. It's been a while, so my writing is probably different. ]] It looks good to me. Approved! Just post in the rules. Have Fun! =D
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