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Post by Saya Shuri on Jul 6, 2007 16:44:15 GMT -5
Title: Musical Warriors Based On: Saya's imagination RP Manager: Saya Shuri Absence Manager:Description: This RP is about a world where musicians are almost worshipped for their talents. But the spiritual energies of this world aren't stable. A classic wrong-place-wrong-time good vs evil tale, with a headbanging twist! History:Koda is a world that places all their faith and joy in music. Music is their life, their death, their religion, their army.... Nearly everyone can play some sort of instrument or sing (just like all Christians on Earth have the ability to pray, so all the Kodasians can play). And there are those who rise above the others, their skill revered around the globe. When people hear these "Kadoreds", as they're called, tears fill their eyes at the beauty of the music; their bodies throw themselves around in frantic dances of their own volition; they howl and scream in time and rythym with the melodies pouring out of the hearts and souls of those singing and playing them. And then there are the Five Melodies and the Discords. Every 500 years, there is a being born, called the Discordant Note. This being, though identical to all those around it, is a creatur of unimaginable evil and cruelty; it's sole purpose of existence seems to be to mar and disrupt every musical thing in it's sight or hearing. However, soon after it is born there are five people born with the ability to seal it back into it's own plane of existence for the next 500 years, until it frees itself again. A cycle that has gone on for millenia. Yes, these five have the ability...... if they can quit screwing around long enough to realize it! Current Members:Saya - Dor, Sonic Blast Mic (1st of 5 Melodic Heroes) raster - Rylan, Axe Guitar, Dragon Tatoo (2nd of 5 Melodic Heroes) SilverSugar - Nimi, Vanishing Violin Bow (3rd of 5 Melodic Heroes) Katalni - pending profile completion(4th of 5 melodic Heroes) Blitz* - pending Char Desc. Name: Dorgan "Growler" Belak Age: 22 Gender: Male Chose "weapon" (instrument): Self-amplifying mike (can carry it anywhere and always sound like a stage mike) Visual Description: Tall, about 6'2", with a thin build. He wears his hair about shoulder length but held back with his favorite blood-red headband (stretchy cloth that goes around the forehead, just over the ears, and under the back of the head); his hair's always a varying shade of red, black, or white (he dyes it weekly). He prefers to wear dark colored clothes, sometimes leather, and always has a spiked leather bracer on his left forearm (wrist to elbow), and a spiked collar (two rows of 1/4 inch spikes). His eyes are a strange shade of brownish-red that seems to change to a bright, almost glowing, red when he's angry (which isn't often). EDIT - I used Gaia Online's affiliate, TekTek.org, to make this visual ^-^ It's also a link to tektek.org in case you wanna make your own ^-^ Alignment (Melodies or Discord): Trying to figure that out for himself. Of course, he's heard stories of past Discords and he hates them, but he feels like somehow his particular singing style never quite fits in anywhere, and he gets strange looks from people; he's even been called a follower of Discord because of his harsh voice. His style has earned him the nickname "The Growler". (Heavy/Grunge/Black Metal style)
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Post by Saya Shuri on Sept 15, 2007 16:24:32 GMT -5
Dor ran as fast as he could down the street, furious with himself. He'd slept in late. Again. If he kept this up, he'd be fired, and he just got this job last week! He dogded around and between startled pedestrians, some of whom yelled after him angrily. He lost count of how many times he yelled "Sorry!" within the five blocks between his flat and the Hall he sang in.
Launching his lean frame around the corner of the Hall, he knocked over a beautiful, if odd-looking, chick around the same age as him. "Sorry!, I'm really sorry! Are you okay?" Dor gasped out as he bent to help the girl up - and found himself grasping at smoke. He blinked. What the hell...? he thought.
Shaking his head in confusion, he hurried in the back door and through the Staff corridors to his dressing room, where the rest of tonight's group would meet. They were all new, so they needed to rehearse before going out on stage in a few hours. No-one was there yet, so he pulled his SA-mike out from under his shirt where it hung on it's steel chain around his neck, sat down on a chair, and waited.
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Post by Raster on Jan 9, 2008 15:42:37 GMT -5
Char Desc. Name: Rylan "the Dragon" Stralzone Age: 25 Gender: Male Chose "weapon" (instrument): Axe Guitar Visual Description: About 6' with long dark brown hair. He usually dresses dark, with black Combat boots and black leather pants. Most of the time, he wears a black biker jacket, with the words, "To each his own." embroidered on the back. This he has also tattooed on his right shoulder, a black dragon tattoo swirling away from it, down his arm, and ending with it's open maw between his thumb and forefinger. Alignment (Melodies or Discord): Rylan plays to his own tune, regardless of what others think, and this has gained him a large fan following. Mostly, he follows melody, but there are rare times in which what he does can be considered discordant. Friends and family have warned him of this, but he ignores them. His biggest temptation is to break out into his own high speed guitar solo mid-performance. He never practices these and frightens other members of his band, as they never know what is going to come out of him. This has created a saying among his fans: "When it comes down to it, you've gotta ride the Dragon or your gone." "In order to create True Music you've gotta follow your own path. Then the music you create is truly your own, not someone elses. Music is a type of self expression. And as such, it hasta represent your uniqueness, your self, which at times may or may not fit in." ~Rylan Some Background: As a child, Rylan was found wandering the streets of a foreign country, looking for his mother. A local tourist took him to the authorities, and he was placed in a foster home, as they could not ascertain his identity. He was soon placed with a family in a heavily populated suburban area and has grown up there ever since. The tattoo on his arm was on him already when he was discovered and he has no clue as to who his real parents are, or what the dragon even means. Dragon tattoo Info: The dragon tattoo at times seems to writhe when he plays, and has done so more frequently as he's gotten older. (It's actually a family crest, from a long line of Dragon Performers. Dragon Performers were a clan who could summon dragons via their particular music of choice. They were called upon to defend their homeland in times of peril, but they seem to have died out over two thousand years ago.) (Any type of Rock style) ((OOC: Okay if I join in? ))
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Post by Blitz on Jan 10, 2008 20:37:45 GMT -5
Im in too. shame the guitar options sucked on tektek Name:David Blitz Age:19 Gender:Male. Chosen Weapon: a set of swords,maroon and black electric guitar. Visual description Eyes are a greeny grey colour,Type of person:caring,loner. His height is 6 foot.Body type-thin but big built. Hair colour,always blonde/dark blonde,wears a Black leather coat & a chrystal neck chain.Golden angel bracer on his arms,fire guantlet.Dark spiked boots. Allignment(melodies) (mainly heavy metal rock and grunge style) Typical guy,always after his girl.Alot has happend to him.He's lost too many friends and his new ones don't really understand him at times... Commen't of choice would be "Live or die,you choose" Blitz arrived in his appartment at 10am.Flinged off coat,clothes and boots,yawned and fell on his bed.....2 hours passed.....The Phone rang. Blitz picked it up...."urghh...H ello?",he groaned. "Its julia,where are you?,She asked" "i just got in some time ago...what do you wan't babe?" "You mean you were partying at the concert again till morning...Right?",she sighed. "So....",He said "SO....ARE DATE!!!" "S**t" he yelled,Blitz Hanged up the phone and looked for his clothes. "Hey don't swear at me,she said. ....hello?......B**tard" Blitz Got dressed,and rans outside...
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Post by Raster on Jan 11, 2008 1:59:42 GMT -5
"What are you going to do? I tried talking to Ben man. He's got his mind set. He said last night was the last straw." The pianist offered him a cigarette, and Rylan shook his head, turning it down.
"I'm sorry Dave, you know how I am. We've been friends ever since we were kids. You know what happens when the mood strikes me. I can't help it. And besides, it always works out, right?"
Dave lit the cig and took a long drag. "I know Ry, but you know he's in charge... And he doesn't want you on that tour bus tonight."
Rylan looked up from the pavement in shock, "You...you can't be serious! This is BULL!! How are you guys going to find another lead guitar in time?!"
"Well, Ben plays pretty good. Don't get me wrong, he can't play any where near as good as you, but we'll live till we can find better."
Dave wouldn't match Rylan's piercing stare. "I can't believe... Look, he's killing the band Dave. His drunken binges every night, the girls... the drugs. And then he's taking a larger percentage than any of us. You have to face facts." Dave dropped the cig and stepped on it, still avoiding Rylan's gaze.
"I know, Ry, I know. But it's a solid gig. We're successful right now. And you have nothing." "DAVE!" Ben called from inside, no doubt throwing another tantrum again.
"Call me later, Ry. Ben's throwing a fit again. You know I'm always behind you bro." He held out his closed fist and finally looked into Rylan's eyes. And Rylan saw the young boy who used to defend him in school. Dave had tried everything he could for Rylan, and he knew that deep inside. Sighing, Rylan's shoulders slumped in defeat, and he pounded fists with him.
"I gotta get back inside. Remember, call me." "Sure thing..." Rylan tried to keep from yelling in frustration as Dave turned away, and instead, bit his lip. "Sure thing..." he said quietly to himself, and stepped out from under the eaves of the warehouse building and into the rain, signaling a taxi.
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Post by Blitz on Jan 11, 2008 10:49:52 GMT -5
At the park.... Blitz saw julia and walked over to her..."Im sorry",he said ....julia frowns at him, "This is the third time in a month!",she looked at him sadly. "I know....I just-" "What,woke up late! No more Excuses....Just don't let me down..",she yelled. Blitz Smiled,then grabbed her hand,"Come on lets go",he said. 3 hours later after a long movie... Blitz cuddled julia...."I love you,you know...",he said. Julia smiles at him,"I know,but why so distant lately?" "Its..nothing..."he said as he looked around. "No,DAVID! Tell me now!...Please." She demanded. Blitz looked away,"I can't. " Julia Cryed and walked off. " Julia...",he brokenly said.. Down town.... A voice called from behind him,"HEY!" Blitz turned around?"Zylo!,how are you?" "Im fine,There's another Concert tonight in the park.",she said. "Im not coming",he started walking again. "Stop!,she orderd, You said that yesterday,tonights the final time there playing!" "It doesn't matter,im not coming,he said" "Julia's coming." Blitz stoped and looked at zylo,"She never comes" "I asked her and she said she would."Blitz staired in disbelief "Then i don't intend to go..."Blitz walked off. Blitz walked to the job center.Soon he attempted to apply for a job in cooking.The job consultant was more amused about his choice and was giving him a hard time.... "Are you serious,you only have good grades for religion and construction",said the consultant grinning at blitz. "so..." he replied. "cooking doesn't seem to be an option for you kid",his grin soon became a little laugh. "Thats my choice to make" "Your better suited as a priest ha ha,or a NUN haha."The little laugh then became a horrible laugh,unbearable. Blitz got up and Punched him in the jaw.The consultant was on the floor,"Get out NOW!",he Yelled. Blitz Got up and left. Outside..... Blitz found himself being followed by a big bearded man,"Hey you!,shouted the man....looking for a job in the kitchen?" "Hmm?",Blitz remarked,then he turned around and saw a huge guy in shirt and trousers. "Yeah im still looking.""Fine your hired",said the man. Blitz looked suprised."so soon?,"he asked. "Come by the pit tommoro" Blitz smirks,"The pit..?" "its about a mile down on this side of town.Be there tommoro. he said.Then the man walked off.... Hmm??....Blitz walked off to the night club.
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Post by Saya Shuri on Jan 11, 2008 13:37:27 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry, Blitz, but this particular RP doesn't accept Chat-RP format. You'll have to modify your posts to be like mine and raster's. And you also didn't follow the character format I placed in the first post. Once these things are changed, you'll be accepted with no problem.
And raster, you're definitely accepted! Glad to have you!))
Dor stormed out of the studio, more angry than he'd been in a long while. Fired. Again. he thought to himself as he reached the sidewalk. He glanced around, looking for a cab - no idea why, since he had no money - and staring at the random people walking or standing around in the rain.
He gave up looking for a cab that he couldn't pay for anyway, and quickly started walking down the sidewalk - and smacking straight into a child who seemed to be playing mouse with his mother.
"Hey!" the kid yelped as he fell back onto his butt on the sidewalk, glaring up at Dor. "You suck!" He yelled as his mother grabbed him securely by the arm, also glaring at Dor, and dragged the child into a nearby coffee shop.
Dor just stared after them, his face bemused. He held his hands up in front of himself, palms up.
"I didn't do anything! I didn't even say anything!" He complained loudly, not caring who heard him.
FWOOOooossshhh. Dor's arms dropped to his sides as a cab drove through the large puddle next to the curb and drenched him in runoff, then parked about 20 feet ahead of him. He stood there, soaking wet, for several seconds, then threw his head back and yelled as loudly as he could to the sky:
"I NEED A FREAKIN' BAAAAAANND!"
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Post by SilverSugar on Jan 11, 2008 18:22:44 GMT -5
Basically I'm playing a character like - <LINK>----- ----- ----- ----- ----- Character DescriptionName: "Nimi" - He does not give out his real name. Even his band mates are unsure of his real name, although they have ideas as to what it really is. Age: 25 Gender: Male Chosen "weapon" (instrument): Violin. The violin itself contains no real significant power, but the bow does... When it is touched in a certain way the bow gives Nimi the ability to become like a wisp of smoke. It has been proven that anyone or anything else coming into contact with Nimi also becomes insubstantial if Nimi wishes it. Nimi is very popular with female fans and often has to leave concerts via his bow's abilities. (Yes, it's very useful for fleeing rabid fans...) Visual Description: 6'0'' with a very thin feminine build. He always wears Gothic-Lolita style dresses. He also likes to wear brightly colored lipsticks - most often he goes with a shade of blue that matches his died hair, but sometimes he goes with a hot pink. His natural hair color is blonde, hair stylists often marvel at the fact his can dye his hair blue without any green spots what-so-ever. Every so often Nimi will dress masculinely, in which case it is usually thoroughly planned out weeks in advance to give his natural hair color time to come out. When out and about Nimi pulls his hair back into a loose 'pony tail'. When dressed 'normally' and without his heavy make-up Nimi can actually be somewhat handsome. Although he doesn't usually go without a slight shade of lipstick as his lips have paled from years of constant use... Personality/History: Nimi shows his true emotions with his music as such he rarely speaks or smiles in public. He only speaks with his closest friends or band mates. When in private Nimi likes to let his hair down and relax, it is then that he talks openly...well...he talks a bit more than usual. His voice is very masculine which is probably why he doesn't talk in public, as it goes against his feminine looks. Nimi is a rather careful individual although most describe him as paranoid, although that could just be stemming from his earlier carrier as a theater performer in which during one event Nimi was attacked by a deranged member of the audience, Nimi was shot three times and still carries one of the bullets with him in his left shoulder. Understandably, he has a strong fear of guns and when presented with one he will often break down. Nimi has the habit of over locking his room and has taken to alcohol consumption in attempt to cover up his fears. Despite all this, Nimi is still happiest when on stage performing and has started truly coming out of his dark shell when surrounded with those closest to him - his band. Despite his appearance Nimi is attracted to women not men, thank you very much. Furthermore he does not actually want to be a woman, and despises that being suggested to him. When once asked why he dresses like a woman Nimi simply dismissed the question with a shrug. However his band mates know the reasoning behind Nimi's strange clothing choice... Alignment: Melodies. Despite his sometimes darker ways of thinking Nimi does have the world's best interests in mind. ----- ----- ----- ----- ----- It was official – the day was ruined. Nimi found himself suddenly sprawled on the ground after a man rudely bumped into him. "Sorry!, I'm really sorry! Are you okay?" ”Not a chance you blind moron…” he thought bitterly as the man reached down to help him up. Nimi would have nothing to do with it and reached beside him to where his bow of his violin had fallen. When he picked it up Nimi vanished in a puff of smoke. ”Forever I will praise the inventor of this fine instrumental tool” He watched as the white haired man stared astonished at the spot where Nimi had been. Nimi remained for only a moment before quickly leaving the ally toward the main street. Vanishing wasn’t exactly as comfortable as movies made it seem. Nimi had intended to do some simple shopping for new shoes, but that imbecile went and completely spoiled his mood, not to mention put an unsettling tear in his skirt. No matter it could be fixed easily enough at home, and that is where Nimi headed. After mending his skirt Nimi spent the rest of the day at home reading a novel he’d started then practiced his violin playing until the falling rain on the windows broke his concentration. “Hm…” he stared out at the grey sky in slight amusement, “How long has it been since I walked in the rain?” His voice echoed dully in his cold apartment. Nimi didn’t trouble himself with much furniture or things. Mostly his one room home was filled with racks of goth-loli clothing, old wine bottles, and sheet music. He did give himself the luxury of having a couch bed however, but it too was covered in clothing at the moment. Yes, outside sounded good right now. He’d clean the mess later. It wasn’t as if he would staying in this dump much longer. Not because he didn’t have the money for it, but because he’d finally found a better place. Nimi headed outside not bothering with bringing a coat or umbrella as he didn’t plan on being out for more than a minute or two at the longest. He hadn’t been out for more than a moment when someone near by bust into an angry yell. "I NEED A FREAKIN' BAAAAAANND!" ”I hate people.” Nimi thought and was about to walk away when he realized just what the man said. As it turned out Nimi was in the same position. He took a few steps toward the man and got a good look at him. It was the same light haired man that had knocked him down earlier… What a coincidence. Nimi pushed a strand of his startlingly blue hair out of his face before taking a moment to look the man standing before him over carefully. He did seem to have a good appearance, dark, but if he behaved onstage like he did when walking around there would be no hope. Ah well, it didn't hurt to find out more about the guy. From his right sleeve Nimi produced his violin bow and held it up in plain sight, his flat grey eyes sparked for just a moment answering the other man's cry.
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Post by Blitz on Jan 11, 2008 18:28:25 GMT -5
Out side the club that Blitz helped make for one of his friends awile back. Blitz staired at the glowing sign above the club with the words Eternal Darkness written on it. He frowned and walked away....suddenly,A girl taps him. "Hi,its been awile" said a voice that sounded fammilier. Blitz turned around. "Chrystal, yeah its been too long.Im sorry i havent visited" "You were obviosly busy",she said. Blitz looked her in the eyes as if he had some thing too hide. "Well don't just stand there,come in to the club"She said as she dragged him in. "So...."She said. Blitz sat down at the bar"......So?..." "There's never an easy way to talk too you,is there",she said as She poured him a drink. "Hmm,have you been to grave recently?" he asked. "Yeah....You know David,you gotta get yourself a life away from this place.You look terrible." Blitz staired at the stage"this place seems too quiet.Where's all your regulers?" "What do you expect,its not late yet,they only come now for the Bands." "Figures.Have any good bands come in lately?" he asked. "Only on thursday. Oh and I have a message from Kacee.Its about a month old though,she said jupiter & torey have a job ready for you.",Blitz gave her a suprised look.If you wan't to contact them then hear's the number." Blitz took the paper. "Thanks for the drink" he said as he got up. "Going already?" she said in a sad tone. "Hey,don't forget us." "I won't,i would never forget a friend",he assured her. "Promise?" "I promise....Bye."He said,then departed to the park.
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Post by Blitz on Jan 11, 2008 20:51:24 GMT -5
It was starting to rain,but this didn't bother Blitz since he enjoyed it,People at the far end of the park had started puting up the stage equipment and a small crowd had already appeared. Within a few minuits there were people in there hundreds crowding round the stage,the clowdy sky only made it darker and better for the concert.
Blitz had spotted zylo there and to his suprise julia too. He walked away further towards the end of the park where the cemetairy was.He knew where he was going,to see an old friend.
He arrived at the big monument of one of his friends. Ethan was his name,Blitz just sat on his knees and staired at the tomb stone,Unawear that julia was behind him glazing at him.
Blitz pulled out his guitar and started to play a tune that him and ethan practised when one of there days had been s**t.
Julia smiled and cuddled him. "So this is what you do...she said. Blitz was suprised that she was watching. "Im sorry she said,i never knew about this." "It doesn't matter"he quietly said. "It does to me,come on lets go home."she pulled him up and took him home.
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Post by Raster on Jan 11, 2008 21:16:22 GMT -5
The taxi screeched to a halt and Rylan threw the fare in the lap of the cabby. Stepping out onto the street, he sighed. The grey sky seemed to reflect his mood, and he kicked a rock out of frustration. He watched as it skittered down the street, carreening off of the curb. Why today of all days?
He was headed for the stairs of his apartment building when he came across a man, who's necklace caught his eye. A Mic? The woman standing next to the stranger produced a violin bow and the two stared at each other for a brief moment.
Muttering to himself he passed them, slouching, his guitar bouncing gently on his back. "There's a weird couple if I ever saw one."
He had arrived at the door when the importance of what he had just seen struck him. What were two people doing, out in the rain, with instruments? His curiosity was piqued and he turned around and moved back down the stairs, hoping that they were still there...
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Post by Saya Shuri on Jan 12, 2008 20:45:32 GMT -5
Dor blinked at the woman standing next to him with a violin bow. The bow was not the first thing he noticed, however.
"Y-you.....I ran into you...and you disappeared....how....wha-..." HE just stood there, pointing and gaping like an idiot, until a door burst open nearby and a man in leather and a guitar strapped to his back ran out onto the sidewalk. Dor spared only a glance, but suddenly blinked and stared at him. Guitar...? he thought bemusedly.
He stood for several seconds glancing between the two before him, the odd looking woman with vibrant blue hair and a violin bow and the leather-clad man with a guitar strapped to his back. After a few moments, he finally was able to speak in a quiet, quizzical voice, "...Band?"
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Post by SilverSugar on Jan 12, 2008 21:06:49 GMT -5
Nimi rolled his eyes at the man's stammering thinking him to be hopeless. A few moments later another man appeared behind them with a guitar strapped to his back. There was a long empty pause and then the white-haired man uttered questioningly one word. "...Band?"
Nimi looked at both men in turn, sizing them up. "The fates play with my heart tonight..." he thought seeing the opportunity neatly in front of him. It was then Nimi beamed a rare and radiant smile that would make all women who knew his true gender envious beyond comprehension.
The smile lasted a fraction of a second before fading back into his usual blank stare. His eyes darted around and he took a step backward looking at the two men in turn. Nimi placed his bow back in his sleeve and motioned them to follow him urgently. Without checking to see if they were coming Nimi turned on his heels and headed back toward his apartment complex. Fortunately the door to his room was on the street level with easy access. Swiftly he unlocked the heavy metal door and flicked on the lights with a deliberate flourish.
He ushered his guests inside hurriedly, once inside Nimi bolted the door up and headed straight to his couch and began clearing it off. It was the only place available to sit within the tiny space, unless of course you counted the closet sized bathroom in the back. Once the couch was free he nodded two the other men giving them permission to sit if the desired. There was a lot to discuss, but first they'd have to get something out into the open, and most likely they would want to sit down for it...
Nimi brushed off a spot of invisible dust from his frilled skirt, enjoying the silence that would soon be broken by his clearly masculine voice. His words were few but he covered everything with them, "I'm not gay." He paused to let it sink in, but for him that was that. Nimi was ready to get on with business.
((OOC: Yeah I'm technically "godmoding" a bit with this, but only to save time and create a better RP thread over all. If I didn't write you both in like that we'd have to do a round of basically one-liners on your parts in order to either enter or leave the area. Please keep in mind this thread would basically die for my character otherwise. He will not have the band conversation anywhere else.
I've given no timeline as to how long it takes your characters to get into the apartment other than Nimi being rushed, so if you need to have your characters talk things out go right ahead. Nimi will take no part in it of course. Write accordingly. Thank you for your understanding in this matter.))
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Post by Saya Shuri on Jan 12, 2008 21:55:49 GMT -5
Dor followed the odd looking girl into a very small apartment covered in even odder clothes absolutely everywhere, and one small couch. He sat down when invited to, completely bemused, and glanced once at the guitarist, then back to the blue-haired weirdo, wondering what the hell was going on.
Said 'weirdo' glanced at the two of them, then spoke in a voice of such extreme masculinity it made his - it was obviously a male - outfit look entirely ridiculous. "I'm not gay." was all he said, seeming completely fine with the situation at hand.
Dor flushed and went pale simultaneously, staring at the man who looked so much like a girl. His eyes were wide with shock, and his mind completely blank for several seconds. When he found his voice - and his brain - he yelled in a rather high pitched voice that broke.
"WHAAAAT?!?!?! You're a DUDE?!?!" Dor fell completely silent again, still staring in incredulous bemusement at the blue haired....man.
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Post by Katalani on Jan 14, 2008 15:31:28 GMT -5
((work in progress - this bio is not finished)) Name: Zemrial Harsaana Age: 20 Gender: Male Height: 6'2" Chosen "weapon" (instrument): ESP AX-400 (pic)Guitar Spec:Construction/Scale - Set Thru / 25.5” Body - Mahogany Neck / Fingerboard - 3-Pc. Mahogany / Rosewood Nut Type / Width - Earvana Compensated / 42mm Neck Shape - Thin U Inlays - Custom Tribal Frets - 24 XJ Binding - White (N) Hardware - Black Nickel Tuners - Grover Bridge / Tailpiece - Tune-o-matic w/ String Through Body Pickups - EMG 81 Active Set Electronics - Vol / Toggle / Tone Finish - Black Visual Description: Zemrial had mid-length, straight black hair, sometimes swept down over the right side of his face. He has brown eyes, and is relatively tall and slender. He often wears a black shirt and black jeans, with black shoes. Alignment (Melodies or Discord): Neither at the moment Personality: Zemrial can sometimes be seen as arrogant by the people who he doesn't know or like, and it is usually cause of his attitude toward like, his music and band are everything to him, very little else matters. However, for those who do know him well, they do come to find another side to his personality. ((work in progress - this bio is not finished))
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Post by jewelflare on Jan 15, 2008 1:52:09 GMT -5
char desc. Name: Flaira "sorrows wind" Foxwood Age:19 Gender: Female Chose "weapon" (instrument): A double piped aulos (flute) with this she has the abilities to control wind and storms depending on her mood (which she must constantly keep in check). Though her chosen instrument is a flute she enjoys singing more than anything. Visual Description: Flaira is small for her age around 4'5" with long red hair that she usually wears in piggy tails. She is very quiet in style of song and personality. She is known for wearing an odd combination of clothing, but sticks to the colors black and blue. She is usually seen accompanied by a small black cat any where she goes. Alignment (Melodies or Discord): Melody mostly, but she likes to think that she has brain of her own, and prefers to use it rather than play according to the rules of one side. ((OOC: mind if I join ? )) ((OOC: is this better ? ))
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Post by Blitz on Jan 15, 2008 11:32:07 GMT -5
The next day Blitz arived at the pit. The boss called him in,and gave him his cooking clothes to put on. "Hey you look good in that,im Tony.......Urgg,you must be blitz right?,cos if your not then shove off"
"No,i am Blitz." Blitz looked around the grotty kitchen.
"Hey kid,don't just stand there,get to work we have customers that i made wait for you",said tony.He then turned around and walked off.
The first three hours ran quiet smoothly for blitz but soon blitz began to wonder.... "I wonder how much he's paying me..." Blitz walked towards tony's desk.
"Hey why aren't you in the kitchen where you belong?" said tony. "We got customers that have just arrived"
Blitz couldent wait any longer."how much am i getting paid?" "I can uderstand if its minimal wage"
Tony smirked "kid it is minimal wage" he began to laugh. Blitz was curios."Whats so funny" "How much is it?"
Toney stopped laughing and stood up"you get paid $2 an hour...." "NOW GET BACK TO WORK ",he shouted
Blitz couldent believe it...."Thats below minimum,i can't except that,if you wan't a chef you gotta pay better" Blitz turned around facing the wall."Or i'l leave now..."
Toney laughed again."kid you can't afford to lose this job,just face it....Your pathetic and so this is the only place for you"
Blitz coulden't believe what he was hearing,a fat bald tall man with clothes that didn't fit him was calling me pathetic,this guy can't afford me...He though. Blitz decided to go back to the kitchen...
After awile Blitz came in with another couple of plates... But a sliezy looking customer tripped him up.. "whoah",said blitz as he landed on the floor. "Hey whats the big ideah?"
The customers all laughed... "Hey that was mine,go get me another one NOW"
Blitz was embbarissed but knew what to do,he couldent stay here,all the music sucked here,the customers were all asses and he was getting paid less then people on benifets... "One last meal for the nice customer", Blitz said as he poured a couple of jars of true spices and as much as his creative angered mind could think of.
Here you go he said as he gave the customers there spicey vindaloo's. He then walked in too the bosses office and puched him,"im here for my wages"
"How are you gonna do that if your dead"He then got out a knife and tried to stab him,Blitz swerved round and grabbed his arm in time,then did some thing that he never had before,snapped his arm inwards.
"argg",tony cried as he fell to the floor holdding his arm. Blitz grabbed the money and walked out with a smile for once.
But new he was still jobless...
"DAMN"
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Post by Saya Shuri on Jan 15, 2008 13:52:01 GMT -5
((jewelflare and Blitz are both accepted! But you both need to post what your abilities are going to be if you're going to be one of the 5 heroes. raster too.))
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Raster
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"My peanut!"
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Post by Raster on Jan 15, 2008 21:52:27 GMT -5
Rylan smirked, amused with the irony of the situation. Here was a beautiful looking feminine man, with a deep manly voice, and the not-so feminine man next to him, yelling in a high pitched womanly voice. He laughed inwardly.
After a moment, he began to take note of the elegant clothing that Nimi was wearing.
"Well, your choice in attire is impeccable. Very beautiful. Do you sew or do have some form of tailor make these? They are amazing."
He waved a hand at the piles of clothing around. He had of course at first been shocked by Nimi's voice, but after a few brief moments, the shock had worn off. Rylan could understand cross dressers and could converse freely, even he had been known to wear womens clothing at times, as a joke. The thought that a man might be comfortable in womens clothing didn't strike him as that strange.
The only thing that might have put a damper on this meeting was if Nimi had been gay, as Raster did have qualms about that, not being comfortable around members of the same sex who might like him as more than a friend. He had respect for them, and believed that everyone had the right to make a choice, but didn't agree with homosexuality in itself.
Sighing, he slid his jacket off, the Dragon tattoo flashing a gold and red in the light, then fading to black in the shadows. He leaned his guitar on the wall, next to the couch, and continued to marvel at the clothing around him.
((OOC: Character profile modified with a power. Hopefully it's good enough for Saya, nya? lol))
((EDIT - SAYA: Yeah, it's fine! ^-^ *adds you to the member list* I think I'm gonna wait till SilverSugar posts before I post again))
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Post by SilverSugar on Jan 16, 2008 2:16:04 GMT -5
In the brief silence that followed Nimi's statement he'd taken the liberty of raising his hands up to his ears in order to protect them from the inevitable.
"WHAAAAT?!?!?! You're a DUDE?!?!" The white-haired man's shrill yell cut through the air as Nimi had expected, and he was grateful to have shoved his hands tightly over his ears.
After the outburst died down Nimi lifted his barricade and looked over at the quieter quest with mild amusement. "Well, your choice in attire is impeccable. Very beautiful." he said smoothly, "Do you sew or do have some form of tailor make these? They are amazing."
A small flicker of pride reflected itself on Nimi's face, "I sew," was his simple answer, an afterthought prompting a softer, "...thank you very much..." Nimi did in fact make the vast majority of his outfits from scratch, granted there were times that he had an idea in mind that was so complex he needed to hire additional hands in order to complete it.
"Regrettably," Nimi cleared his throat softly as thought to himself, "my fashions are not the topic of the evening."
"I assume you gentlemen have a melodic career in mind, yes." It may have been posed as a question, but it was by Nimi's judgement a simple fact and his tone assured it. Another lapse of stillness took over the room before Nimi continued again.
"Nimi," he announced, pointing at his nose with the index finger of his left hand. It was his way of saying 'my name is Nimi, pleased to meet you.'
Another empty spell.
It was then Nimi took the moment to quietly admire the draconic tattoo of the guitar bearing guest. It reminded him of a specific sheet of music he had been working on earlier... If he could remember where it was underneath the rest of the clutter then he would be pleased. He scanned the ground vainly, but finding it hopeless he returned his dull eyes to his guests.
"Names," he broke the silence once more as he wondered vaguely, "How many more words must I utter this day in addition to the astounding twenty-two spoken thus far?"
----- I'm sorry for the delay in posting, I've been kicked off the computer all day...
Yes, Nimi counts the number of words he uses in one day. One can assume he vows not to go over a certain amount.
Oh, I should probably mention that I've updated Nimi's bio recently. You may have already noticed.
I apologize once more for slowing things down.
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