Post by KUSAN MUROS on May 27, 2012 19:48:23 GMT -5
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[STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; color: e1e1e1; font-size: 30px; font-family: open sans condensed;]KUSANMUROS.[/style][classy=lyric]LIFE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A STAGE[/classy][STYLE=background-color: e1e1e1; width: 390px; padding: 8px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 292929;]
[/style][classy=lyric]SO WATCH AS I STEP ON UP[/classy][STYLE=background-color: e1e1e1; width: 390px; padding: 8px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 292929;][classy=box2]♠ PERSONALITY[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]Growing up, he has always been one to use his mind over his fist. He never understood nor cared enough to want to settle things out with brawn. While most people always wanted to be the strongest and toughest with their pokemon, he just wanted to have fun and see where the wind takes him. However, if people do piss him off and do something unbearable to make him commit an act of violence, he doesn't have good self restraint.
When he heads to competitions for coordination, he is a bit shy. A big guy like him should be in a gym. The hours beforehand he is like a socially awkward piplup, but once he gets in the zone, all shyness is gone. If you're nice, he might even teach you a thing or two. [/style]
[classy=box2]♠ LIKES[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]✓ music. ✓ parties. ✓ pokemon. ✓ peace.[/style]
[classy=box2]♠ DISLIKES[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]✗ violence. ✗ idiots. ✗ losing ✗ flying[/style]
[classy=box2]♠ HISTORY[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]His history has always been somewhat pleasant. His natural care and tendency to help others, has always made people get along with him great. From the time he knew how to read and write, he was always at the local pokemon center to help cure and heal the wounded. When most kids turned ten, they left for their journey, be he stayed right there in his home town.
When he was fourteen, his journey started. There was a group of kids just tormenting two little pokemon outside the city, a poochyena and zigzagoon. He chased the kids away and toke the pokemon back to the center. Once they were healed, he intended to release them, but they chose to stay with him. So, he traveled the region for years, competing in friendly battles, and competing for ribbons. Those two pokemon were his best friends. When he heard of the Unova region and it becoming peaceful, he decided he wanted to go there. However, some policy on the boat he was taking forbade him from taking his pokemon. Torn, he left them to help out his city, and to be given to someone who deserves them. [/style]
[classy=box2]♠ RP SAMPLE[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]Kristy woke up in the morning. Her last morning, or so she felt. She always knew that on this day, every day, she might be sent to her death. Her and every other girl in the district knew that would happen. This wasn't a happy time of year. In the career districts, you had a choice if you wanted to go. If you didn't want to, some other person would volunteer for you. But not here, not in these cattle grazing lands. If you were reaped, you were reaped. You would say your goodbyes and how you love your family. There was no point in even wondering what to do if you make it back. Just to enjoy life in the Capitol for such a short while, and hopefully live as long as possible. Occasionally, there was a winner. Last year they had won, but only one can survive. One family still had their son, but the other didn't have their daughter. The district benefited for the past year from the supplies granted by the Capitol, but now they were about to end. Hopefully, they might have a winner this year. Hopefully, at least somebody won't have to lose their child this year in the Games of Terror.
Kristy got out of her bed, wearing a pair of jeans and an old baggy shirt. She had to get ready and prepare herself for the Reaping. It was a disgrace, hideous. Dressing up and looking classy for the entertainment of people hours away. People who they will never meet, and they will never know the games. It was horrible. But she had to anyway, or she might get punished by the peace keepers. So, she grabbed herself a nice pair of boots that she saved up money for an entire eight months for. A dress which cost her six months, and a pair of earrings and necklace passed down from her grandmother. Her naturally curly hair helped show off her necklace and earrings as it didn't cover anything.
She went out to the kitchen, and saw her mother preparing her some breakfast. Her little sister was also waiting for her in their kitchen. They knew this was her last reaping, but also most people had bad luck here also. Her parents saved up little extra money for past two months to make this breakfast. She had two eggs, with two strips of bacon, and a sausage link. She ate it slowly, savoring each bite, like it was her last. It toke her a full hour to eat all of her food. She got up and hugged her parents tightly, telling them she loves them and she seem them soon. She got down on one knee and hugged her little sister. "I see you soon. And even if I am called up, I shall be back for you. Just remember, never volunteer, never. And learn to work with those hands, a knife in our families hand is going to be worth a fortune one day." She stood up, holding back tears as she walked out.
She made her way across the the residential area, looking at all the other sad little boys and girls. The faces of the parents weeping, scared to death of what can happen. The older children helped their little ones cope, leading them through the process. She eventually made it to the Justice Building, and registered. The crowd waiting in silence, anticipation, for this years selected sacrifices. After what felt like eternity, the escort came onto the stage. It was the same guy from the past three years. Maybe he was useful, as he did have a victor last year. But why he stayed in such a lowly district and not get moved up, is quite the question. But hopefully, she never have to know.
“Let's get right to it shall we. First, ladies. May the odds be ever in your favor,” The man spoke, so arrogantly. We were nothing but his pawns, his pay-check. And his walk to the ladies bowl, terrified her. Don't pick me, don't pick me, please, please, choose anyone else! Just not me, I don't want to be sacrificed to the careers! Steak and ribs and eggs go on silver plates, not people! But as she looked up, she froze. It wasn't until other people started poking her, did it hit her. She was chosen, and she was going to die. She made herself out to the side of the crowd, looking at her escort. She made her walk up to the stage, looking at her killer. All she can think of, is if she will make it out of this alive.
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[/style][classy=lyric]THE LIGHTS WILL NEVER GO AWAY FROM ME[/classy][STYLE=background-color: e1e1e1; width: 390px; padding: 8px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 292929;][classy=box2]♠ OOC[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]I am KUSAN!, and I have 0# other characters.
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When he heads to competitions for coordination, he is a bit shy. A big guy like him should be in a gym. The hours beforehand he is like a socially awkward piplup, but once he gets in the zone, all shyness is gone. If you're nice, he might even teach you a thing or two. [/style]
[classy=box2]♠ LIKES[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]✓ music. ✓ parties. ✓ pokemon. ✓ peace.[/style]
[classy=box2]♠ DISLIKES[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]✗ violence. ✗ idiots. ✗ losing ✗ flying[/style]
[classy=box2]♠ HISTORY[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]His history has always been somewhat pleasant. His natural care and tendency to help others, has always made people get along with him great. From the time he knew how to read and write, he was always at the local pokemon center to help cure and heal the wounded. When most kids turned ten, they left for their journey, be he stayed right there in his home town.
When he was fourteen, his journey started. There was a group of kids just tormenting two little pokemon outside the city, a poochyena and zigzagoon. He chased the kids away and toke the pokemon back to the center. Once they were healed, he intended to release them, but they chose to stay with him. So, he traveled the region for years, competing in friendly battles, and competing for ribbons. Those two pokemon were his best friends. When he heard of the Unova region and it becoming peaceful, he decided he wanted to go there. However, some policy on the boat he was taking forbade him from taking his pokemon. Torn, he left them to help out his city, and to be given to someone who deserves them. [/style]
[classy=box2]♠ RP SAMPLE[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]Kristy woke up in the morning. Her last morning, or so she felt. She always knew that on this day, every day, she might be sent to her death. Her and every other girl in the district knew that would happen. This wasn't a happy time of year. In the career districts, you had a choice if you wanted to go. If you didn't want to, some other person would volunteer for you. But not here, not in these cattle grazing lands. If you were reaped, you were reaped. You would say your goodbyes and how you love your family. There was no point in even wondering what to do if you make it back. Just to enjoy life in the Capitol for such a short while, and hopefully live as long as possible. Occasionally, there was a winner. Last year they had won, but only one can survive. One family still had their son, but the other didn't have their daughter. The district benefited for the past year from the supplies granted by the Capitol, but now they were about to end. Hopefully, they might have a winner this year. Hopefully, at least somebody won't have to lose their child this year in the Games of Terror.
Kristy got out of her bed, wearing a pair of jeans and an old baggy shirt. She had to get ready and prepare herself for the Reaping. It was a disgrace, hideous. Dressing up and looking classy for the entertainment of people hours away. People who they will never meet, and they will never know the games. It was horrible. But she had to anyway, or she might get punished by the peace keepers. So, she grabbed herself a nice pair of boots that she saved up money for an entire eight months for. A dress which cost her six months, and a pair of earrings and necklace passed down from her grandmother. Her naturally curly hair helped show off her necklace and earrings as it didn't cover anything.
She went out to the kitchen, and saw her mother preparing her some breakfast. Her little sister was also waiting for her in their kitchen. They knew this was her last reaping, but also most people had bad luck here also. Her parents saved up little extra money for past two months to make this breakfast. She had two eggs, with two strips of bacon, and a sausage link. She ate it slowly, savoring each bite, like it was her last. It toke her a full hour to eat all of her food. She got up and hugged her parents tightly, telling them she loves them and she seem them soon. She got down on one knee and hugged her little sister. "I see you soon. And even if I am called up, I shall be back for you. Just remember, never volunteer, never. And learn to work with those hands, a knife in our families hand is going to be worth a fortune one day." She stood up, holding back tears as she walked out.
She made her way across the the residential area, looking at all the other sad little boys and girls. The faces of the parents weeping, scared to death of what can happen. The older children helped their little ones cope, leading them through the process. She eventually made it to the Justice Building, and registered. The crowd waiting in silence, anticipation, for this years selected sacrifices. After what felt like eternity, the escort came onto the stage. It was the same guy from the past three years. Maybe he was useful, as he did have a victor last year. But why he stayed in such a lowly district and not get moved up, is quite the question. But hopefully, she never have to know.
“Let's get right to it shall we. First, ladies. May the odds be ever in your favor,” The man spoke, so arrogantly. We were nothing but his pawns, his pay-check. And his walk to the ladies bowl, terrified her. Don't pick me, don't pick me, please, please, choose anyone else! Just not me, I don't want to be sacrificed to the careers! Steak and ribs and eggs go on silver plates, not people! But as she looked up, she froze. It wasn't until other people started poking her, did it hit her. She was chosen, and she was going to die. She made herself out to the side of the crowd, looking at her escort. She made her walk up to the stage, looking at her killer. All she can think of, is if she will make it out of this alive.
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[/style][classy=lyric]THE LIGHTS WILL NEVER GO AWAY FROM ME[/classy][STYLE=background-color: e1e1e1; width: 390px; padding: 8px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: 292929;][classy=box2]♠ OOC[/classy][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 10px; color: 292929;]I am KUSAN!, and I have 0# other characters.
[b]Bleach[/b] - Sado, Yasutora [i]Muros, Kusan/i][/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; width: 350px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px;]MADE BY MINNIE of BTN[/style]
