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 Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 4:11 pm
A chaotic tale of girls, rock, secrets, and the biz.
This is Yuri band RP, but male characters are still needed.
Nothing is ever easy in show business... It was a long time coming up until now; many shows played.. On our third national album. Next year, we plan to go on tour with a few other bands much cooler then ourselves. Writing songs gets trivial when you know your producers could care less about the message, so long as it has a kick a** sound. Fingers bleeding, throat sore... Heart pounding because you looked at her again - when you know you shouldn't look at her at all. Yeah... Nothings ever easy here.
...You'd think we'd already know that by now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 4:14 pm
~Plot~
The band was called Black Tiegar. That's what was decided among a group of friends who'd gotten together in high school and created a band. It had your standard rock performers, a killer vocalist with a hot body and a crazy head, a cool sexy bassist, your dorky but hardcore drummer, and your weird and fun-loving electric guitarist. They were a tight inseparable group, even when they were finally signed to a label and begun performing real, no-s**t gigs and their manager suggested they alter their image or the sound of their music to please the popular demand, the friends all said a big ******** you and continued doing things in their own, original way. At first it was odd, and their fan base wasn't as big as they'd hoped it to be, but after they all graduated from high school their look had matured. Sex appeal. Lots of it. Oozing out of their pores with danger, insanity, and all those dark unforgiving feelings that beckons lonely listeners to their on-stage heart-throbs. They had gotten a good reputation out there. One of japans best upcoming rock bands, they'd said.
That was, of course, until...
Lyddia, the bassist, had gotten herself tangled up in a relationship with the vocalist. There had been tension there for years of course, harmless flirting between friends that only now blossomed to an unfortunate relationship after the takeoff of their musical careers. Things got rocky though, they were unstable despite having been best friends throughout the later years of school, and after a while a major disruption began in the recording studio. Lyddia and the singer fought one last time, their argument loud enough and so full of hatred it could break glass and frighten children. Lyddia picked up her guitar, flipped a good long finger to the manager and left the band forever. For a few weeks, the singer was in a great depression.. She begun becoming quieter, more reserved as she let the old wound in her heart fester. Some thought it was the end of Black Tiegar.
Luckily though, not a month passed by before the manager hired a replacement. Her name was Maron Carter, a girl who'd been trying to get into the music business on her own for quite a while but couldn't make it due to her lack of vocal ability. She could sing, yes, but it was nothing spectacular. What was, however, was her fingers. They played that damned guitar so good, angels wept in heaven, and demons laughed in hell. Most of the band mates took a while to warm up to her, but soon she became a part of the family and Black Tiegar was back on stage as if Lyddia had never existed. And what an ungrateful b***h, no one was really heartbroken to see her gone when they set eyes upon the face and talent of Maron... A cool, loner type, mysterious and yet adorable to her fans all the same. A perfect addition to the team...
One can only hope that the mistakes of the past don't become the mistakes of the future... Can the girls really learn to keep themselves in check?
It without a doubt, wont at all be that easy.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 4:15 pm
~Rules~
Obey the rules set fourth by the Gaia Forums Ect.
Must be kept pg-13, no cybering in the thread, sexual natures, extreme profanity or descriptive nudity. I will allow cussing, but only to a realistic extent.
Literacy is a MUST! This means a good paragraph of twelve sentences or better, at the bare minimum. Be as descriptive as possible, make sure your post is somethings that would want to be read.
Anything I say is absolute, unfathomable LAW. We are the goddesses of this world, and we rule as we see fit.
We may or may not accept other characters into the thread; if you wish to express your desire to join, send a PM to me. If I say no, then that's it.
Any art posted in this thread was created by and belongs to SinkingLower. It is not to be used without expressed permission, and if you are willing to pay a good sum of gold, She IS willing to dish her art out to others. Keep in mind, PM SinkingLower for details or questions.
No posting in this thread without permission from myself. Disobedience will result in a deletion of your post; its as simple as that.
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 4:49 pm
~Profiles~
This is the profile skeleton. Please fill it out, double check the bitchy HTML, and PM it to me. <3
[color=(posting color)][align=center][size=18]~(character's full name)~[/size][/align][/color]
[size=16][u][color=(posting color)]I Think I'm Pretty;[/color][color=white]xxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][/u][/size]
[align=center](Anime image please)[/align]
[size=16][u][color=white]xxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][color=(posting color)]The Basics;[/color][/u][/size]
[size=11]Age: (spell it out)
Height:
Weight:
I rock the: (Position in the band, or job if not a band member)
Likes: (At least 6)
Dislikes: (At least 6)
A Secret I've Never Told Anyone: (one of your characters secrets. Should be a real secret, not 'I snore at night'. )
[/size]
[size=16][u][color=(posting color)]My Friends Say I'm;[/color][color=white]xxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][/u][/size]
[size=11] ([personality, at least one paragraph) [/size]
[size=16][u][color=white]xxxxxxxxxxxxxx[/color][color=(posting color)]Before the Band..;[/color][/u][/size]
[size=11] (history before the band) [/size]
[align=center][size=18][color=(posting color)](username)[/align][/size][/color]
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Posted: Sun Mar 21, 2010 4:50 pm
~Other // Reserved~
This section is for updates, and whatever other nonsense I decide to add here.
This includes art done by myself, for the rp.
Profile Page
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Posted: Thu Apr 08, 2010 2:21 pm
~Roxy Wood~  The door flung open without even a knock, flying into the wall behind then rebounding back shut as a tall firey red head bound in. She stood, legs shoulder width apart and hands in fists at her hips in the centre of the room. Winter camo print trousers were tucked into her calf-high black Dr Martin boot and clung to her hips by a studded leather belt. The only thing that covered her breasts was a black bra. The lack of clothing displayed the stomach piercing and the scorpion tattoo on her side (not the mention her ribs). This was not her only tattoo, she had two more - a tribal pattern over her shoulder and "Rebel" on her wrist which was just visible behind a silver bracelet. She also had several other piercings namely both her left n****e, nose, ears (many times) and her tongue. On her head sat a black military hat with a chain just over the peak. She was remarkably tanned and often mistaken to have some Asian in her.
Her green eyes were fixed on the woman in the chair behind the desk "So? What is it?" Roxy asked in the impatient tone of someone having been disturbed. The woman at the focus of the attack was the Black Tiegar manager. This outburst was normal coming from Roxy. Roxy was the singer in the band and like most band front men - or front woman as the case may be - she was overdramatic at the best of times. She could have been laying on her bed just looking at the ceiling and would have classed a call as 'disturbing' her. This, in fact, was what she had been doing. She hadn't even noticed that the manager was not the only one in the room. There was another girl sitting quietly in the corner of the room.
Singer
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