Post by harakiriumi on Nov 26, 2007 13:57:00 GMT -5
Name: Harakiri Umi
Age: 15
Year: Freshman
Appearance: Short black hair which blows cooly in the wind. Icy hot amber eyes, deeper than amber, infact, with a stare that melt the antartica or freeze the sun. A lopsided, handsome smile, a firmly shaped chin, slightly broad shoulders, and strong hands, hardened and slightly scarred. Doesn't he sound like such a Gary-Stu? Perfect in every way, as tall as most guys his age...Yes...See, now, here is where he isn't a Gary-Stu. See 'he' is a girl. If you look closer you can see it, that the glint of her eyes has a bit of femininity, the way she walks, while intimidating and brave, stilll has a gentle sway of the hips, and her lips can curve into a gentle, womanly smile.
Personality: She's a cold, cruel, pyschopath hell bent on making sure no one ever comes close to her, some people describe her like that. Strong willed, a born leader, generous and a good litsener, others say. Both are true, depending on how well you know her. It's extremely hard to win her trust, but once you do, you have a friend for life...That is, unless, you manage to hurt her...
Sample Rp: "Oi! Man girl! Whatcha gonna do about this!" A small pebble missed the girl by a couple of inches. "Your weak, you suck! How can you think your as strong as a guy!" Another pebble that missed. "Your just a pathetic little bitch, a whore, who's trying to be cool by wearing your rebel clothes and acting all tough, slut!" The pebble was about to hit her shoulder, but a hand clenched around it, as she turned around. The pebble hit the floor, and the boy of the same age was soon pinned up against a brick wall. "Anything else you want to add?" The boy stayed quiet looking down. "You don't look so cool infront of your friends now, huh? Look at me! Your shoes are to dull and boring to look at...Take them off!" The boy tenderly removed them, left standing in grey socks. "Boring socks...Take them off too." The boy looked around. They had crushed a glass flask before...He carefully remved them, and cringed as his feet hit the cold snow. "I won't beat you up...But don't cross me again."
Participation: 8-9/10
Other: ---
Age: 15
Year: Freshman
Appearance: Short black hair which blows cooly in the wind. Icy hot amber eyes, deeper than amber, infact, with a stare that melt the antartica or freeze the sun. A lopsided, handsome smile, a firmly shaped chin, slightly broad shoulders, and strong hands, hardened and slightly scarred. Doesn't he sound like such a Gary-Stu? Perfect in every way, as tall as most guys his age...Yes...See, now, here is where he isn't a Gary-Stu. See 'he' is a girl. If you look closer you can see it, that the glint of her eyes has a bit of femininity, the way she walks, while intimidating and brave, stilll has a gentle sway of the hips, and her lips can curve into a gentle, womanly smile.
Personality: She's a cold, cruel, pyschopath hell bent on making sure no one ever comes close to her, some people describe her like that. Strong willed, a born leader, generous and a good litsener, others say. Both are true, depending on how well you know her. It's extremely hard to win her trust, but once you do, you have a friend for life...That is, unless, you manage to hurt her...
Sample Rp: "Oi! Man girl! Whatcha gonna do about this!" A small pebble missed the girl by a couple of inches. "Your weak, you suck! How can you think your as strong as a guy!" Another pebble that missed. "Your just a pathetic little bitch, a whore, who's trying to be cool by wearing your rebel clothes and acting all tough, slut!" The pebble was about to hit her shoulder, but a hand clenched around it, as she turned around. The pebble hit the floor, and the boy of the same age was soon pinned up against a brick wall. "Anything else you want to add?" The boy stayed quiet looking down. "You don't look so cool infront of your friends now, huh? Look at me! Your shoes are to dull and boring to look at...Take them off!" The boy tenderly removed them, left standing in grey socks. "Boring socks...Take them off too." The boy looked around. They had crushed a glass flask before...He carefully remved them, and cringed as his feet hit the cold snow. "I won't beat you up...But don't cross me again."
Participation: 8-9/10
Other: ---