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 Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 1:24 pm
Because we allow non-mansicle characters to be RPed here as well, it is mandatory to submit a brief character profile for any characters you will be RPing. You may submit your own profile, but if you need a bit of help you may use the following skeleton: [b]Name[/b]
[b]Player[/b]
[b]Age[/b]
[b]Race[/b]
[b]Origin[/b] Please specify if this is an original character or a character/pet from another shop.
[b]Appearance[/b]
[b]Personality[/b]
[b]Brief History[/b] Optional You may add more to this skeleton if you choose.
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Posted: Sat Jan 31, 2009 6:55 pm
Name: Azrael Player: Dracul Vladimir IV Age: ~900 years (looks like he's in his late twenties) Race: Wraith Origin: Original character Appearance: Grey eyes and long white hair; slim build; pale skin that is usually dotted with small black tattoos Personality: Charming. He'll do anything to get what he wants. He'll rarely lose his temper unless extremely provoked. Brief History: Azrael is well acquainted with the Mansicle, Fathle, and seems to be a specter of the vampire's sordid and violent past. As a wraith, he feeds off of human souls and he likes to haunt Fathle's steps because death surrounds the Ancient. He also likes to feed off the energy of living souls and enjoys seducing and manipulating humans so that he can get close enough to slowly drain them of their life. For Azrael, it is the ultimate thrill and his favorite game. He even keeps "score" and each small black tattoo on his body represents a conquest. Abilities: Azrael is essentially a ghost and he can appear and disappear on whim. He can also change his physical appearance to suit his needs or just blend in.
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Milk and Golden Honey Crew
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Posted: Mon Feb 02, 2009 1:48 pm
WE'LL SEE ABOUT SECKSEE PICTURES. Name Alexandria "Alex" Falcone
Player Chrystali
Age 28
Race Human
Origin Original Character - [Lab 305]
Appearance Alex is fair of height with naturally sun-kissed skin, ample assets and a moderate build; her frame is lean with work muscle, a far cry from the model ideal. Wavy tresses of raven-wing black spill to her mid-back, oft pulled behind her head and clipped, tips splayed behind her crown like a peacock tail. Vivid eyes of kelly green shine beneath severe and slender brows, set over a sloping nose and perpetually smiling cupid bow lips. She is mostly found in a comfortable tank top and a pair of jeans, casual and not very inclined to impress.
Personality Spunky, outgoing and fearless, complete with the scars to prove it! She has a view on life that borderlines obscene optimism, warm of heart but a bit lacking on the social skills department. Alex doesn't let that stop her from trying, which will frequently land her in strange but humorous situations. The Italian generally gets along with everyone, suffering from foot-in-mouth syndrome more often than not but truly meaning well. Kind, generous and considerate of others, she goes out of her way to do anything she can for those she would call friend; Alex is fiercely loyal, but step on her bad side and you may never find her favor again. Stubborn and headstrong, she can be extremely serious when it comes to her work ethic and what she expects of others. The woman is quite intelligent beneath her layers of goofy and playful banter, wanting to be the one folk can rely on in a pinch; this can lead her to be somewhat inconsiderate of her own well being, to the point of being reckless if it comes between her and someone close.
Brief History Alex was the second child born to Isabella and Giovani, her brother Brad five years her senior. She was raised with a strong sense of family and loyalty, brought up by her artistic mother and 'business orientated' father; she later found that her father dabbled in less altruistic endeavors, but his heart was in the right place and she never forgot that. He died in a harbor 'accident' when she was fifteen; her mother followed him a year later, medically of an enlarged heart. Alex lived with some family and friends for a time before entering college with the intention of being an anthropologist. Two years in, the feisty woman changed majors without warning, picking up zoology instead. She aced the course and graduated with flying colors, quickly attaching herself to a firm on Gambino Isle, favored for the odd or questionable jobs dealing with the local habitat. It's said she had a hand in the domestication of the Gwee, one of which lives with her. She is currently studying their oceanic brethren on the Barton Cliffs.
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Posted: Mon Feb 09, 2009 3:15 pm
NAME : Niksia Nystalea
GENDER : Female
AGE : 28 (10/23/1980, Cusp of Scorpio)
OCCUPATION : Retired, ex-Assassin
RACE : Human
LIKES : Reading lighthearted fiction books and the occasional research or reference book. Exploring outdoors; in forests, parks and other places of natural interest. Non human or unusual things.
DISLIKES : Backstabbing, and is aware of the irony. Liars. Having to lie.
LOCATION : Roughly between Barton and Durem, near at least one park. Can't really be missed as the one storey house stands alone.
LOOKS : Niksia's hair is dark red and styled in waist length waves. Her skin is pale white and her eyes are medium brown. Height is about five foot, six inches in bare feet. Weight is guessed at about 125lbs or thereabouts. Niksia normally wears a tight fitting top with no sleeves along with a long red scarf and tight black trousers of varying styles. Black fingerless gloves cover her hands and the criss-crossing scars that mark them from wrist to fingertip. The type of boot she wears is a black lace up style that reach to just under her knees.
PERSONALITY : Coming across as shy and sometimes awkward, Niksia is actually a victim of distrust. She can't help but be worried that people she meets for the first time might try to hurt her. While this seems like an empty fear, the strain of keeping her past a secret has opened her up to it. Niksia longs for the day when she can be open about what she used to do and why.
The training she received at the school and the lessons her parents gave her about life mean that her moral code differs greatly to what people would assume it to be. Refusing to kill without proper cause made many a mission end up filed away as void. This wasn't wrong, by any means, but few were willing to be as strict to the laws as Niksia was.
All of this combined with the lack of social interaction, caused mostly by other students looking to secure themselves a place at graduation, means Niksia's meetings with people are very dangerous near misses. Opportunity for it to end badly is always waiting in the wings though it never seems that willing to arrive. There is plenty of time for that to change however and hopefully she won't suffer as badly as she fears.
Deep down inside she is still the young and happy child her parents had been trying hard to raise under unusual circumstances. Niksia is simply afraid to admit that to herself or show it so clearly to others.
HISTORY : Niksia was an only child in a happy family, her mother and father the only real bonds she had with anyone. Both worked as Assassins, a family tradition that dated back many years. When she was eight years old her mother died and while her father loved Niksia, the death of his wife took its toll and he died only a year later.
Having no other family she was inducted fully into the guild school, a common occurrence in Assassin families. At this school she got the scars on her hands, in what she claims was an accident and records suggest was a late night training incident that was never heavily investigated.
After an eventful education she graduated along with a small number of others and nothing of interest took place for a number of years. Things changed when someone she refused to assassinate turned up dead. The right to refuse was complicated, but once invoked it meant that without due cause the person was safe from assassination. With the signs of an Assassin all over the victim, the finger of blame pointed at Niksia.
For what it was worth, she eventually managed to prove to the higher ups that she wasn't to blame, but the real killer was under special protection... To stop any more attempts to remove Niksia and risk a higher family having to lose face, an unknown amount of money was offered to make her disappear. Fed up with the lack of morals she was surrounded by, she accepted.
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 12:29 am
N A M E: Thanatos Alexander Wolverick
A L I A S: Xan
B I R T H D A Y: June 30
A G E : 29
R A C E: Human (original character)
A P P E A R A N C E: He stands 6 feet 6 inches tall, has a lean athletic build and broad shoulders with lightly tanned skin. He has mint Persian green eyes and platinum hair worn long to mid-back. His style of dress is country and jazzy. A white Stetson as his signature accessory, he wears checkered dress shirts, often with the sleeve rolled up, a suit vest with tie and matching slacks with boots or dress shoes. He can often be found with a bit of stubble under his chin and has a base scent of hickory, mixed with chocolate and a hint of peach.
O C C U P A T I O N: Horse breeder and Freelance pianist/music instructor. He works odd jobs in the industrial businesses of Aekea.
L I K E S: He favors white wine, cake, salad, peach tea and chocolate. Candlelit baths, reading romance novels, smoking and keeping up with current events via newspaper to name a few likes. His passion is the piano and horses, along with composing musical selections such as jazz and classical tunes.
D I S L I K E S: He is absolutely against brutality and violence against women, children and animals. Manipulative persons and situations, breech of his personal affairs, gossip mongers, belittlement of others, and loud or boisterous people and music.
P E R S O N A L I T Y: Xan is a shy gentleman cowboy, always polite and cajolery to those he meets. He's not as talkative at first meeting folks as he is after becoming comfortable around them. He has the typical mannerisms most country boys have but they are not carved in stone. He tends to blush a lot and has his moments of nervous tension but recovers considerably well with a bit of encouragement. Despite being shy he can easily warm the hearts of those around him with his country charm, lazy drawl and host-like presence. Xan is an unassuming man who expects little but gives a lot in return. Hard working, easy-going, a bit shy though private at times, Xan has and will step up where a leader is needed. He is a content man who needs little to keep him happy; so long as he has the bare necessities everything else is moot. As a religious man, Xan keeps the Lord first in his heart but does not look down on others or their beliefs. In fact he prefers open discussions whenever they arise as he can often find himself on the fence about his beliefs due to past grievances with his family.
H I S T O R Y: Xan was raised by his mother for nine years of his life, never knowing his father until such a man came storming into his life with legal papers in tow. Spirited away to the country, he was then raised by his father who took serious concern in his class and prestige through schooling and music lessons. With a verbally abusive step-mother Xan longed to leave the home though his heart could not take leaving his baby sister. Eventually he was offered a chance to live abroad where he attended schooling to further his skill with the piano. Once there he invested a lot of hard work and time in becoming a well known pianist but this was not to be, as he returned home upon summons from his father. It was time to take over the family business but Xan refused and once again found himself leaving home to strike out on his own. He would later find restitution at Searan's Host Club which offered a lucrative paycheck but this did not last for long, forcing Xan to move to better pastures where he utilizes his piano skill and ranching knowledge to make a living.
F U N F A C T: Xan has a tendency to act drunken and lecherous when consuming too much chocolate. He'll eventually pass out when he's had his fill but won't remember too much the day prior; claiming he was hot with fever. ^^
T E X T : Persian Green ( #00A693 )
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 1:29 pm
I has no arts of heem. T A T Damn Ravina's detailed ---------------General Information---------------
Name: Cecil William Ballard
Nickname(s): ‘Ce’ or ‘CeCe’ but he dislikes being called such unless by a long gone certain someone
Date of Birth: June 27th, 1981
Age: Twenty-eight
Gender: Male
Marital Status: Single
Orientation: Pansexual
Religion: Agnostic
Race: Elven
Heritage: English descent
Occupation: Jeweler/Proprietor of ‘Ballard Jewelry’
Home Address: 1003 Stonewall Ave., Durem
Work Address: 1256 Crescent Dr., Durem
---------------Appearance---------------
Height: Six feet, three inches
Weight: One hundred and sixty pounds
Hair Color: Golden blond
Hair Length: Mid-back
Hair Style: Either hung loose about his shoulders and back with a tress hanging over his right one down onto his chest or tied loosely back with a wine colored ribbon. He has bangs that part in the center of his forehead and barely cover his eyebrows
Eye Color: Blue, the color is sometimes called “peacock blue”
Skin Tone: Fair bodily, but his face and hands are very lightly tanned
Physical Build: Lean but he does have muscle tone, though it is hidden by his clothing
Distinguishing Marks: Faint freckling across his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and his shoulders, dimples on both cheeks when he smiles, a mottled red-orange birthmark on the nape of his neck that extends up into his hair, and a jagged scar on both sides of his right leg in the calf muscle region.
Clothing: Cecil has a love of the Victorian and Neo-Victorian/Steampunk style of dress, so many of his clothing revolves around that. This including long billowy frock and overcoats, frills on his shirt sleeves and high collars, suits, waist sashes, neckerchiefs and cravats, gloves, jackets, slacks, vests, etc. When working on his gardens he will don jeans and short sleeves, considering those “mess clothes” suitable for his task.
Accessories: Rings, bracelets (occasionally), a necklace, earrings, a thin lip ring to the far left; nearly against the corner of his mouth, silver pocket watch, cravat, cane that conceals a rapier within it, a concealed pistol, gold and oval frame glasses, opera length (16-20 inches) cigarette holder, brooches once in a while.
Written Description of Appearance: Cecil stands at six feet, three inches and is a healthy, normal weight at one hundred and sixty pounds. He has an oblong face shape that is framed by long, golden blond hair that is normally either kept free about his back and shoulders or otherwise tied up with a thin, wine red colored ribbon. His eyes are a deep peacock blue in color and are covered by oval shaped, gold rimmed spectacles. The skin on his face and hands (when not covered with delicate white gloves) is very lightly tanned, but the clothed portions of him are very fair in tone. Cecil has faint freckling on his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose, as well as on his shoulders from working outside on his gardens. On his right leg are two even length but jagged scars, with one on each side. He hides them beneath his slacks, never showing anyone the remnants of that injury. He also has a mottled, orange-red birthmark on the nape of his neck and it extends well up into his hairline. This mark his hidden by his high collars, but can be seen if he has his hair pulled back.
His build is lean, and though his clothing covers it, he does have muscle tone created by his gardening and walking as well as a morning work out routine consisting of sit ups, curl ups, abdominal crunches, push ups, and some light weightlifting. He clothes himself most often in Victorian/Neo-Victorian/Steampunk style clothing, finding that dressing in such a manner detracts attention from his walking with a cane. He assumes people just think he’s cosplaying or something, plus he just plain old enjoys the style and accessories, which he has many of. As a jeweler he decks himself out in a bevy of pieces including rings, necklaces, earrings and on occasion the odd brooch or bracelet. Most out of place on this eloquent looking man is a thin lip ring on the far left of his bottom lip, nearly against the corner of his mouth. He doesn't talk about it when asked, but it appears to be sentimental to him. Those aren’t his only accessories as Cecil (at all times) carries a silver tipped cane and a concealed pistol. The cane is home to a rapier which he will only use in self defense. The pistol is for the same idea, and is hidden in a holster on his belt on his right side and underneath his jacket.
---------------Personality and Traits---------------
Written Description of Personality: Cecil is polite to those he meets, but outward appearances mask his inner ones. All around he’s a witty man, level headed and charitable to various causes and institutions. He is creative which comes in handy with his chosen line of work as well as his horticulture hobby, and when he gets to know someone and opens up, he is genuinely quite kind. On the negative side though he is extremely introverted on a personal level and is not easy to impress. Despite being polite to all he is easily annoyed and can be hard to get along with, especially when you annoy him. He also clings to the memory of a past relationship he refers to as “the best, happiest, and most fulfilling one of his life”, feeling remorseful for pushing that person away when he was in a depressed phase of his life. Cecil is also a hedonist, a practitioner of a philosophy which puts pleasure as the highest good or the source of moral values and is a self-indulgent devotion to pleasure and happiness as a way of life. While this doesn’t necessarily mean sex all day, every day, if he believes something will give him pleasure, he will pursue it in any way he can.
Habits: Cecil both smokes and drinks, though for the former they are herbal cigarettes and are smoked in a sixteen to twenty inch long cigarette holder. For the latter, he only partakes once in a while and even then only a glass or two of liquor. When nervous, bored, or annoyed he will play with the lobe or earring of his right ear, sort of his way to draw the stress away from whatever is causing those emotions to show up. When smoking and in deep thought at the same time he will subconsciously chew on the end of his holder, though since it is made of hard material it doesn’t sustain any damage. Cecil has the habit of dwelling on one of his past relationships where he feels he wronged and pushed away the person he was involved in. In those instances, he habitually plays and touches the lip ring he has, the jewelry holding sentimental value to him.
Hobbies: Fencing, reading, creating his own jewelry, taking walks around his gardens, row-boating, rolling his own cigarettes, gardening, feeding/admiring his koi fish, visiting Elsa, napping beneath the weeping willow at the edge of one of the ponds.
Philosophies: Hedonism
---------------Past---------------
History: Cecil comes from a well off parentage who were born, and have resided in, Durem for nearly their entire histories. His family was well off thanks to their trade of being jewelers which, when you have a name for yourself in the market, can become quite lucrative. In his family’s case, they did become successful early on in the generations and young Cecil enjoyed a comfortable and easy going childhood, running and interacting with other child-relatives up until he was six.
At that age, Cecil had an accident that caused his right leg to become impaled on some stray, weathered metal piping. His leg, though it healed, was never the same as the muscle and nerves suffered extensive damage. He was left with a limp, a scar, and has walked with a cane ever since. He also cannot run, his “run” being considered a fast walk to non-permanently injured people. When he was old enough, Cecil took some basic fencing lessons and even converted his cane so it has a rapier hidden inside it for the protection he would need as a jeweler. The handle of the cane acts as the hilt for the weapon. He also has a pistol as a back up, just in case. Despite that training, he is still not quick at all and could easily be overpowered if knocked asunder and/or if his cane and gun were taken away and thrown out of reach.
He has lived and adapted to his injury, feeling confident in his skills though his most uneasy times are when he is opening/closing his store or if he’s out alone at night in someplace unfamiliar. He even gained enough confidence at twenty-two to be in a very serious, equal, and loving relationship, though when having a very depressed stint he selfishly pushed that person away and out of his life, much to his now current regret. That has forced him away from having serious relationships with anyone who could be a potential relationship to the man, the most out of a “lover” he will have now is a one night stand or brief, casual encounters. Cecil lives at home and he sets his own work hours as to try and spend the better part of his day tending his sprawling gardens while also keeping his income flowing in at a nice pace.
---------------Other---------------
Likes: Pleasure, gardening, his garden, his koi fish rolling his own and smoking herbal cigarettes, a glass of wine now and again, the color wine red, blues music, jazz, and light rock, pastas, seafood like crabs and lobsters, animals, Journey to the Center of the Earth, The Picture of Dorian Grey, taking walks, being creative, his job, reading, fencing, row boating, creating his own jewelry, Victorian/Neo-Victorian/Steampunk clothing and accessories, listening to the radio, Elsa, his Hedonistic philosophies, spring and summer.
Dislikes: His limp, pain, rap, techno, and “New Age” music, very light blues when it comes to color, annoying people, stumbling/falling, misplacing his cane, being annoyed, staircases, well-done meats, the scars on his leg, people who try to pry into his private life, chills, autumn and winter, taxes and bills.
---------------Family:---------------
Father: James Ballard
Mother: Anne-Marie Ballard
Siblings: Two; one older brother (John Luke) and one younger sister (Esme Ballard-Martins)
Grandparents: Hector and Helene Ballard, Adam and Janice Constable (All deceased)
Other: Several aunts and uncles, dozens of cousins
Pets: Not a “pet” per say, but he does feed and look after a field mouse that has taken up residence in his garden. Cecil has named it ‘Elsa’, though he doesn’t know the mouse's actual gender.
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Posted: Tue Apr 28, 2009 10:30 pm
Name Julien Davolio
Player AvynWing
Age 28
Race Human
Origin Original Character. <3
Appearance Tall dark and handsome in lovely half Italian man form <3
Chibi Picture by DigitalJessie on DA
Height – 6ft2
Hair – Down to his shoulder blades, dead straight, jet black and very well cared for.
Eyes – Dark brown with a very good humoured look in them, they can look a little on the suggestive side as he has something of a dirty mind as far as his sense of humour goes.
Build – Well toned but not hugely bulky, he is very clearly male, he just doesn’t believe that arms need to be the size of tree trunks, some toning however is a definite must. A very first must. You have to be slightly less chunky to make a suit look this good after all <3
Clothing – Black dress shoes, black suit trousers, a neat white shirt, a dark red, very very dark red waistcoat, a black tie and a black suit jacket.
Expression – He’s usually very easy going, with a rather small, flirtatious smile or a little smirk, he’s just very comfy with who he is.
Piercings – One in the top of each ear, and two in each lobe. For any reason? Not really, just because he could.
Tattoo’s – He has one, but it’s on his chest, so under his shirt. It’s a curled tribal style lizard on the left hand side of his chest.
Jewellery – He wears a silver ring on his right thumb, and a similar, but smaller one on the middle finger of his left hand. He also wears a rather nice wrist watch.
Personality Julien is very laid back, very easy going with a ready smile and a horribly dirty mind. As he works as a male escort he knows he’s good looking and isn’t above using it to get what he wants some of the time, but he tends to prefer laughing, joking and fun to actual serious seduction. He is a bit of a romantic at heart, but he doesn’t let this show too often as well, his line of work wasn’t really the place to be settling down in, though he did once date a stripper, and dubbed that awesome…
He enjoys a drink, but it takes one hell of a lot to actually get him drunk, he gets happier and happier the drunker he gets, and very rarely ends up with a hand over. But when he does it’s a real stinker.
He’s happy to talk to people he doesn’t know as if he’s known them all his life, it was in the job description after all, but this isn’t just an act. He doesn’t do false facades, there is no mysterious angsting soul trapped inside of him, he is genuinely pretty happy with who he is and what he’s done with his life. He doesn’t really succumb to people trying to make him feel bad… his got a good set of self esteem, and a good amount of self confidence to boot.
Despite having a real liking for parties and fun, there is a quieter side to Julien as well. He very much likes to read, he likes card games and board games and long walks, even in the rain, sometimes especially in the rain! It makes ones shirt cling oh so nicely after all. Basically he is a pretty adaptable man. He likes what he likes and he likes who he likes, and he feels no real need to change for anyone.
Brief History Julien grew up with a perfectly loving set of parents. Their house was nice and he had plenty of friends. He wasn’t a shy child and he got on well enough at school, then high school and even University. After that though he realised that he found his life a little, well, dull. There was no excitement, there was no rush.. and there wasn’t really a good deal of money either.
What could be done…?
He’d worked out years ago that he swung anyway he wanted to at the time, which made some aspects of his life a lot easier for him, and when one of his friends had dared him to go to an interview at a ‘male escort’ service, he had of course taken then dare… weirdly, he’d been offered the job. For a while he’d figured he’d turn it down, but when he actually decided to give it a try once, well, he discovered he liked it! Dinner with an attractive young man or woman… what could there be to complain about..? After hours could be amusing as well…
That was pretty well how it had gone for him. And damn did he now think his life was fun. You never know who you’d meet!
He didn’t plan to do it forever though. He just didn’t know what to do next…
Dream Date – A picnic on the beach followed by a nice long walk in the sand and surf which leads right along to sunset. As the sun starts to dip its time to settled down and light a small fire. You then sit huddled together in a wind breaker and kiss as the sun goes down. What could be more romantic…? That or a trip to a scary movie. He’ll gladly hold your hand.
Add - Tall dark and handsome seeks someone. Nice hands, works out, likes, well, anything. Very good at dinner dates. Can impress parents.
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Posted: Fri May 01, 2009 9:45 pm
Name:: Cahlind Nagi Player:: sage_the_vampirc_angel Age:: 27 Race:: Naga Origin:: OC Occupation:: Exotic animal wrangler/ trainer Location:: where-ever he wants to be Appearance::Hair:: Milk chocolate brown with caramel highlights. To where his where his bum would be if he had legs in length Eyes: snake like- pale yellow with soft green near the slit in the center. Weight:: 287lbs. SHUT UP The snake part is heavy… Height:: 6’2” when “stand”. 10’ 8” in total from head to tail tip Skin:: mildly sun tanned. Body type:: averagely muscled giving the impression of doing a lot of physical labor rather than working out. Unknown mixed breed of snake for naga- snake body half. Tattoos: None at the moment Scars: A large “x” scar crossing over his left shoulder. A number of crisscrossing scars along the length of his right arm. Two old gunshot wounds one near his right hip and the other on the left his body mid way down his abdomen. Piercing: none Clothing: none prefers to be o-natural. Though if needed he will wear a black kilt and t-shirt or button down shirt for formal things Likes: working with animals, reading, being in large groups, watching animal planet and discovery channel, odd foods, having lots of pets Dislikes: cramped spaces, animal abuse, country music, over demanding people Pets: whatever he’s training at the moment a lot with a collection of mixed breed cats Personality:: rather easy going and can be a bit on the shy side when first meeting new people. Though anything with animals will get a passionate response from him. He prefers to be in large groups to interact with a lot of people at once. He can get grumpy or angry rather easily and tends to be rather pissing when in a mood but the normally don’t last very long. History: Rather not got there, M’kay? Lets just say it wasn't super bad but it wasn't super good either. If he wants you to know he’ll tell you himself
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 2:26 pm
 Name Drug aka (???) Player Kanami-san Age 25 Racehuman Occupationlead vocalist, backup guitar and pianist for the band Ephemeral Life Likes caffine, sweets, karaoke,men, women, witty conversationalists, rainbow stuff... fun... er..things too dirty to mention > 3> Dislikes Lies, broken promises, users, uberdrama, brussel sprouts, narcotics.. other than that you'll figure out his buttons pretty quickly >_> Origin Original Character Appearance HEADSHOTWhy hello there! >3Yes indeed I am in my underwear...Sketchy? Well wouldn't you be like this?Personality Very devil's advocate, sarcastic and mischievous, but he has a good heart and generally when the cards are down, protect those he cares about. Brief History To be revealed in conversation! ;3 Though those that get close will learn that all is not what it seems to be and that he has another name.. and face...
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