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Played by: chaotic_catgrl
Name: Yka Amashite
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Band: Anagakure
Position: Lead Guitar (and back-up singer)
Bio: Yka had never expected herself to fall for such an instrument, mostly because she prefers to classify herself as a classical-type musician. But the moment she had learned it, all because of a music class gone terribly wrong, she never could stop playing. Born as the youngest, Yka's older siblings had also been taught how to play various instruments; from violin to harp, her family had consisted of various musicians from different types for ages. And that is why, being the youngest of their current generation, Yka's whole family is counting on her to continue the family tradition and make music as a way of living. Kind, generous, but often loud, she didn't want anyone (especially people she cares about) to be disappointed in her. And so, she agreed to what her family wished even though she wasn't particularly fond with it at first. A bad habit of hers, however, is that she tends to pry into other people's business at times... all because of her curiosity.
Other: Yka loves sushi, cake, and any kind of food she could think of. Although she's deathly allergic to sausage.
Appearance: [ X_X ]

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Played by: Hitokiri Hitaru
Name: Kazumi Taisho-(Kazu)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Band: Anagakure
Position: Drums
Bio: Kazumi's passion for playing the drums formed when she was but a small child sitting on the kitchen floor with two wooden spoons and several cooking pots to bang them against. As her love for the instrument grew, she eventually became aquainted with a proper set of drums, which she loves with all her heart. Kazu, as her closest friends call her, love has never played a huge part in her life....she simply doesn't go looking around for some guy. Drums and friends were the only thing that are equally important. She's a cheerful person to be around and will always try to get others to laugh
Other: Kazu is a huge fan of shrimp tempura and her favorite band is "Half Way Dead"
Appearance: [ X_X ]

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Played by: Akai_ryu
Name: Mackenzie DuNoir
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Band: Angakure
Position: Lead Singer
Bio: Mackenzie, or Mac as he prefers, was born second and that's something his twin never lets him forget when his ego gets too big. And that happens often. The twins were born to a French Canadian man and a Japanese/Thai American woman who had met in college. Unfortunately the fact that their father was French Canadian is the only thing the twins know about the man. Presumably -- given that their mother tended to mistake Mac for his father when she was drunk-- the man looked quite a bit like Mackenzie. Despite the fact that their mother was an alcoholic she tried her best by them, encouraging them in everything they did and helping them when she could. It was in junior high that Mac found the stage and singing. After a year of figuring out what he was doing there and taking voice lessons (And a year of dealing with his voice randomly cracking.) he fell head-over heels in love with it. A bit on the arrogantly egotistic side (Mac thinks that he's the best looking in the world and that all the girls should love him for it.), centerstage is where he does his best.
Other:
Appearance: At 5'10" and 150lbs, Mac is tall and on the thinner side and still growing. He works hard to maintain a good muscle tone for both dancing and impressing the girls, spending hours working out and it shows when his shirt comes off or when he decides to wear tight jeans. Typically he wears his sandy blonde hair to about chin length simply because he thinks he looks good that way. In short, he looks very much like a part-asian and mostly caucasian bishounen. Were he asked to (and with a bit of make-up) he could play a live-action Sanzo Genjo for Saiyuki. Hell, he even smokes because he thinks it makes him look cool. [ X_X ]

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Played by: Akai_ryu
Name: Sam DuNoir
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Band: Angakure
Position: Keyboardist
Bio: Despite the fact she was born first, Sam spends a lot of time following her brother around and keeping him out of trouble. The responsible one of the two, she was already interested in music and working stage crew by the time Mac fell in love with the theater. More than a bit of a tomboy, the most feminine thing she probably does is play the piano and keyboard. Grubbing around in the dust of a prop room or getting covered in paint while setting up a set is something she enjoys as much as roughhousing with her pet husky. A good portion of the time when Mac gets himself into a fight with an angry boyfriend Sam's right there bailing him out.
Other:
Appearance: Where Mac leans more toward their father's side of their heritage, Sam looks distinctly asian with a few caucasian features. Much shorter than her brother at 5'4", she shares his thin build and facial structure. However, her skin tends toward the much lighter olive tones of the Japanese and she wears her jet black hair down to her knees (Often it's tied back in a long ponytail or a braid, but it's there and it's long because she's too busy to cut it.). His eyes are a gunmetal blue and hers are a plain dark brown, marking her as distinctly asian.

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Played by: Fire Goshawk
Name: Alasdair
Age: 17
Gender: female
Band: either one; whichever you'd prefer
Position: bass
Bio: Alasdair has always loved music, as far back as she can remember. At age four, she got her parents to let her start learning guitar. She discovered a natural talent for music, and her parents put her in lessons with enthusiasm when she was 6. Then, at age 10, Alasdair discovered bass guitar. She became obsessed with it. By age 15, she was the best bassist in her school.
Though music takes a lot of Alasdair's time, she still managed to graduate in the top 10% of her class in high school. Being one of the youngest in her class, she graduated at the age of 17. Thus far, life has been good to Alasdair. Now a part of a band with great potential, her ambitions seem within reach.
Other: Alasdair is a definate tomboy. She is often mistaken for a boy, and she likes to play this up as much as possible. She's good at it, at least until people hear her talk. Also, she likes to play mandolin on the side...
Appearance: Alasdair stands at 5'5" and weighs 107 lbs. She has a boyish shape, with a nearly flat chest and narow hips. Pretty face and eyes, though. [ X_X ]

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Played by: black_tutu
Name: Jazz Johnson (she hasn't told anyone what her real first name is since she was 10)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Band: Shinakure
Position: Bass (and the odd back-up vocals)
Bio: Jazz's family is so musical they joke that each of the kids were born playing music. Her mum is a well-known opera singer, and her dad a classical pianist. Her two older brothers play percussion instruments, from drums to marimba and everything inbetween. Jazz started playing the cello when she was 5, and she loved it, but she was never fully into the classical music scene. She picked up the double bass at 11 and thought she'd found her true calling. She loved jazz music, and that's where she got her nickname from, but she found that she loved it, still she wanted to do more. Jazz picked up the electric guitar then, but it wasn't what she was looking for. Then her older brother bought her a bass guitar for her 15th birthday, and she knew this was her instrument. She plays everything from jazz to pop to rock on her bass, she's never wanted to confine herself to one genre. Her mother had always encouraged her to sing as well, but she never felt really confident about it, though she is suprising good on vocals. Jazz loves music, and it's what she's best at. She often neglects her schoolwork in favour of playing and writing stuff, and it's not that she's dumb, she's smart enough to be able to do whatever she puts her mind to. She just hasn't found the same passion she has for music in any of her school subjects, that is except for her music class, which she's topping.
Other: Jazz tries to get along with everybody, and she usually succeeds, she's usually laid back and friendly. But when she gets stressed she bounces off the walls and her temper gets very short.
Appearance: [ X_X ]

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*Note: Since I've been rping for a while and have encountered numerous threads that lacked male, I will hold off female applications when needed, until we somewhat balance the genders.

Right now, everyone is welcome~ ^_^

Twirling a lock of pink hair while humming a soft tune under her breath, the young woman continued her way towards the tennis courts to pick up her equipment before heading home. She had stopped by a local candy store to pick up a couple sacks of chocolate and a pack of gum, which she now chewed contentedly, after being released from class. It was somewhat a routine during the last Thursday of the month; classes in her school would be dismissed way earlier than usual because of a monthly meeting and that entire sort. Frankly, she couldn't care less even if they'd be given two months off, considering that it wasn't really impossible especially in her school.

Mind you, this all-girls academy isn't really that bad. People are not as snobbish as Yka pictured them to be and the curriculums aren't that bad. It was actually considered to be one of the best; that, being the sole reason why her parents enrolled Yka there in the first place. It was just what they thought was the best for their youngest daughter, as they did the same for the rest of their off springs a few years back.

Stopping short as she realized that she had passed by her locker, Yka mentally cursed before taking a few steps back. She was about to open the rectangular container, after hearing a small click, when a buzzing sound broke through the silence of the whole room. "Ehh? Who could be calling me this early?" she asked to no one in particular while taking the small, silver gadget out and flipping it open.

After quickly scanning the message, a childish grin broke out before she started giggling. A few moments later, a triumphant shriek broke out as the pink-haired guitarist jumped in delight. "Anagakure, here I come!"


Yka Amashite: you've been called in for tomorrow at 3 o'clock sharp. Proceed through the main lobby of the building where you will meet the rest of the members of your band, Anagakure.

A young man was sprawled out in bed, tangled up in sheets that just barely preserved his modesty and that of his companion. Two sets of clothes lay scattered across the floor of the room, one male and the other female, and the room reeked heavily of musk; making it quite obvious as to what had gone on earlier. Despite the fact that it was the middle of the afternoon both figures were dead asleep, but that was mostly because they had entered the room after the sun had come up and hadn't gone to sleep for another hour after that. Logically the room was dead silent except for the soft breathing of the sleeping figures.

Outside the room a phone rang loudly and was picked up before the second ring. Moments later a soft knock on the door broke the silence in the room again. When there was no response from the sleeping figures, the door eased open silently to reveal a short young woman in her late teens with a phone in her hand. Wrinkling her nose as the stale musky air hit her nose, Sam paused in the doorway to her twin's room and took in the scene.

Discarded clothing, check.

Naked woman, check.

Her twin, definately there.

Condom wrappers on the floor. Check again.

Shaking her head, Sam set the phone down and navigated her way to her brother's bedside. For a moment she debated on whether or not she should wake him before deciding that he deserved it. Particularly since he had woken her up shortly after sunrise with the noise of his activities.

"Brother mine. Wake up. You had a phone call." the nineteen year-old said loudly, applying her booted foot to her twin's rear as she finished speaking. "Hey! Wake up. We got in. Mac, goddamnit, wake up you stupid womanizing s**t!"

Under her foot Mac groaned and rolled over onto his back as his companion woke up. With a surprised screech she stole the sheets, leaving him uncovered. A heartbeat later he was up.

Up and desparately trying to cover himself while cursing at Sam.

It seemed as though she had found the studio alright and with about fifteen minutes to spare. Slipping through the front doors, Sam automatically reached back to jerk her braid away from the closing door. Long hair was a pain, but she was typically too busy to take the two hours out of her day to go sit down and have it all lopped off again as well as aranging to have it donated. Pausing just inside the doors to absently pat her messenger bag stuffed full of laptop and music sheets, the keyboardist looked around the lobby.

Suddenly it dawned upon her that perhaps a black t-shirt and jeans might be too casual for the occasion. Particularly since the shirt read in bold white font: "It must be user error." For auditions in theater it was perfectly fine, but Sam was starting to suspect that this might be a bit more than that. There was one problem though.

Where was her twin?!

Absently running his fingers through his hair and leaning against the hood of his car in an unconcious pose, Mac smiled lazily at a good-looking young woman as she walked past. He had found the building and was fifteen minutes early, sixteen minutes earlier than he wanted to be. He had a fasionably late and dramatic entrance planned out like ususal to impress the -- with any luck there were some -- female bandmates he would be working with.

In an almost absent motion he produced a cigarette from his front shirt pocket out of seemingly nowhere with a bit of sleight of hand. Why? Because he could and it was flashy and impressive. In a similar motion, he flung his right hand out as he placed the paper and tobacco tube between his lips. With a seeming flick of his wrist and soft metallic clink, Mac produced a plain silver zippo lighter that was already lit. A moment later the cigarette was lit and the lighter had disappeared, returned to his back pocket with a bit of sleight of hand as he watched all the female passerbys.

To call him a strutting peacock wouldn't be too far off the line. To call him worse would probably be closer.