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Name: Meena.
Age: Twenty~!
Contact: Noneya business~!
How'd you find us?: I created you, stop trolling!
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Name: Gan Fang.
Nicknames: ‘Gang Bang.’ He likes to play dirty in fights, usually doing the twenty vs. zero act.
Age: Twenty-four.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Occupation: Pizza Delivery boy.
Syndicate: Blue Dragon. - Leader.
Special Ability: He is able to manipulate water.
Water Blast - Just the average and low-level attack a boss usually wouldn’t use. But he surely does, it mainly knocks enemies down, with out doing any real damage. Can be used to wash off windows or floors.
Water Dragon - One of his strongest abilities, he is able to form water into ‘dragons’ and send them after his opponent. The water dragons can blast their own water-blasts from their mouths and keep up a good fight until the user runs out of stamina.
Water Prison - This is as it says, a prison of water around the opponent’s body, if the opponent is captured, it can be used in two ways. To suffocate it’s captive or to keep them from moving, either way, it’s effective.
History:
Gan Fang grew up in Hong Kong’s streets, not having the ‘good’ life as most would call it. He lived with a single mother that worked countless nights to put food upon their table. Gan at the age of 15 quickly picked up work to help his mother in her time of need, even as an adult and Syndicate leader Gan works hard to bring food to the table, he doesn’t have to work as hard as he use to, being a leader and all, but he still supports his mother behind the scenes.
All of his members know of his mother - and family condition. Gan’s members were part of his small group of gangsters from the old days. Gan Fang is a momma’s boy, during a Syndicate meeting between the other three, he fell - in love - with the White Tiger leader in one glance, it was love at first sight for him. However, the members of his Syndicate just count it as a big crush and occasionally taunt him for it. He tries to pretend in public that has no feelings for the girl, but in the private when he is able to get alone time with her. He is a hopeless romantic fool, trying to gain the same affections from her; it’s a difficult task, considering she’s extremely sexist towards men!
[ EXTRA ]
Roleplay Example:
x.Forum.x -
Never So Much Blood[A Vampire Knight Roleplay.]
x.Current Status.x - Dead.
x.Thread.x - `and a new start begins, hayko!
x.Characters involved.x - [Hime]Sakurai Hayate and [Mina] Nodachi Fuuko.
x.Example.x
Hime - - >>
Hayate felt like he should be shaking, but he wasn't. It wasn't that he was calm. He wasn't. But it wasn't possible for him to shake. His hands were steady, steadier than the best surgeon could even dream of. Yet he still wanted to react somehow, in a way that was not the uncomfortable knot in his hungry stomach. Breath. Breathing would be amazing. Hayate had decided that it was the most useful thing on Earth. Breathing helped him... you know, it was so much easier to figure out the solutions to complicated problems when you had a rhythm to time your thoughts to, a steady and stable thing to latch on to when everything else went towards a spiral downfall. So, yes, Hayate would keep breathing until his lungs caught on fire and disintegrated. But now the guardian noticed something that didn't help his already-racing heart. His breathing stopped, and the sophisticated though process he had just been thankful for completely shut down, much to his dismay. Every single thing Hayate had felt over the past forty-eight hours was written all over his face, and if Fuuko was good at reading faces, well, she would have no problem whatsoever with this case. Of course, with that, everything he had been wanting to say to her, maybe even yell at her for being a clumsy fool, went out the window.
A million different questions swilled in his mind and a cocktail of worry. These questions were ready, poised to fire like bullets from his lips, however some unseen force blocked them. This force, although he hadn’t realized it, was the desire to kiss Fuuko. How on earth did this foreign idea infect his mind? For some strange reason, Hayate found her lips so kissable in this moment in time. His lithe body still on top of hers, nose mere centimeters from her own. And then, without any control, their lips connected for only a minute. But then suddenly, the full realization of what he just did hit him like a truck. Hayate pulled back from Fuuko, as if she were contagious, and moved off of her altogether.
His eyes were clouded with preoccupation and confusion. For a minute or so he didn't say anything, only looked at the wall behind her. And finally, he decided that silence was unacceptable. Struggle as might, the words came out of him and once he began speaking, it was impossible to stop. For once he was simply speaking, and not saying awful, cruel things. He wasn't thinking at all, despite the fact that it would undoubtedly lead to some blunder in the future. “Uh… I’m sorry about that… y’know, kissing you like that...” He couldn't form a coherent sentence, and he knew that if it continued much longer Fuuko would simply think he was a babbling idiot. But he wasn't sure what to do. Talk about it? Ignore it? Apologize? He stood up, running a hand through his messy hair, and paced the length of the kitchen, still blushing like a schoolgirl who just realized her first love. He mumbled under his breath, and bit his bottom lip. Finally, the pacing stopped. Hayate looked at Fuuko in the eyes, counted to ten. Oh god, this was just too weird for Hayate’s own comfort zone. Last time he had an encounter with these emotions was back when he went through puberty and realized that girls really don’t have cooties. “Sorry. Sorry times one hundred. Or whatever.”
Mina - - >>
The silence - it was un-nerving, he didn't make any sounds and nothing else was heard. Her heart kept rapidly beating - non stop even, to be this close to him of all people. It was like a dream come true - but knowing he didn't like her was a problem that her mind didn't want to accept. She tried to be less annoying as possible, it wasn't working too well it seemed - it was of course all her fault. If she wasn't so clingy to him, maybe - just maybe he would atleast accepted her as a 'friend' or something. But having an habit of grabbing a hold of him was very hard to control, besides - his arm was so muscular and strong, the temptation of grabbing a hold of it wasn't so easy to resist. Some of the girls might even think she's crazy for even liking Hayate - they didn't really like his 'attitude', but he wasn't always like that. So they didn't understand and they couldn't possibly understand her feelings that were getting stronger each and every day.
As she arched up for Hayate's forehead - a sudden shocked accrued. Her lips locked with Hayate, even if for a minute, it was like magic shot through out her whole body. A warm like sensation over coming her body and her eyes became dazed - her heart continued to beat fast - her breathing caving in, before he had released his lips from her own . . It was a light kiss - nothing intense, but still - it was heavenly. The shade of red turning a darker shade than it was before. Her body refused to move, she was frozen in the moment and that moment was a blessing from above - something she had longed for so many times before. Afterwards he had gotten off of her - he apologized for the 'kiss', what? He didn't mean to? A small ache seemed to encase the young girls chest, it wasn't a 'physical' pain - more like an emotional one. He didn't need to apologize. . . .
"N-no. It's fine!" she exclaimed.
Now it was her turn to raise up to her own feet, just sitting on the floor wasn't going to get her anywhere anyways. Hayate was pacing like crazy back and forward 'bout the length of the kitchen. It seemed to be troubled about something - but he was still a red shade, she didn't know nor understand why his cheeks were such a color. Maybe if she saw herself she would know the reason - but part of Fuuko's being was naive and about this situation, she was completely confused. Happy even - only to be caught off guard by a sorrowful pain once hearing him 'apologize' about the kiss that had taken a bit of her breath away. Was it her fault? She did lean up in fact, so was her doing that caused the -kiss-? If that was so - why would he be apologizing for such a thing and why would he be so nervous? The former Hayate she knew was slowly disappearing, so she thought. She didn't think he could possibly be -accepting- her.
"Hayate?" she asked softly.
Her lips curled into a frown - as she finally regained her balance and stood up. "You don't need to..." she whispered out, slowly approaching the nervous Hayate as he seemingly paced back and forward. Now she attempted to get him to stop for a moment. As he paced the opposite direction of her general direction - thus she attempted to go behind him and wrap her arms around him to keep him calm or to make him stop pacing. "You know, . . the kiss wasn't so bad, Hayate-kun. So no worries, okay? Don't fret over it!" she said - in her upright and cheery tone, trying to lift Hayate's worries - even though it might not help him at all. . ."We need to check your temperature, your face is so red. I'm beginning to worry."
Notes: I LOVE ALL OF MY MEMBERS. If they'll POST A THREAD ALREADY!
[ OOC ]
Name: Meena.
Age: Twenty~!
Contact: Noneya business~!
How'd you find us?: I created you, stop trolling!
[ IC ]
Name: Gan Fang.
Nicknames: ‘Gang Bang.’ He likes to play dirty in fights, usually doing the twenty vs. zero act.
Age: Twenty-four.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Occupation: Pizza Delivery boy.
Syndicate: Blue Dragon. - Leader.
Special Ability: He is able to manipulate water.
Water Blast - Just the average and low-level attack a boss usually wouldn’t use. But he surely does, it mainly knocks enemies down, with out doing any real damage. Can be used to wash off windows or floors.
Water Dragon - One of his strongest abilities, he is able to form water into ‘dragons’ and send them after his opponent. The water dragons can blast their own water-blasts from their mouths and keep up a good fight until the user runs out of stamina.
Water Prison - This is as it says, a prison of water around the opponent’s body, if the opponent is captured, it can be used in two ways. To suffocate it’s captive or to keep them from moving, either way, it’s effective.
History:
Gan Fang grew up in Hong Kong’s streets, not having the ‘good’ life as most would call it. He lived with a single mother that worked countless nights to put food upon their table. Gan at the age of 15 quickly picked up work to help his mother in her time of need, even as an adult and Syndicate leader Gan works hard to bring food to the table, he doesn’t have to work as hard as he use to, being a leader and all, but he still supports his mother behind the scenes.
All of his members know of his mother - and family condition. Gan’s members were part of his small group of gangsters from the old days. Gan Fang is a momma’s boy, during a Syndicate meeting between the other three, he fell - in love - with the White Tiger leader in one glance, it was love at first sight for him. However, the members of his Syndicate just count it as a big crush and occasionally taunt him for it. He tries to pretend in public that has no feelings for the girl, but in the private when he is able to get alone time with her. He is a hopeless romantic fool, trying to gain the same affections from her; it’s a difficult task, considering she’s extremely sexist towards men!
[ EXTRA ]
Roleplay Example:
x.Forum.x -
Never So Much Blood[A Vampire Knight Roleplay.]
x.Current Status.x - Dead.
x.Thread.x - `and a new start begins, hayko!
x.Characters involved.x - [Hime]Sakurai Hayate and [Mina] Nodachi Fuuko.
x.Example.x
Hime - - >>
Hayate felt like he should be shaking, but he wasn't. It wasn't that he was calm. He wasn't. But it wasn't possible for him to shake. His hands were steady, steadier than the best surgeon could even dream of. Yet he still wanted to react somehow, in a way that was not the uncomfortable knot in his hungry stomach. Breath. Breathing would be amazing. Hayate had decided that it was the most useful thing on Earth. Breathing helped him... you know, it was so much easier to figure out the solutions to complicated problems when you had a rhythm to time your thoughts to, a steady and stable thing to latch on to when everything else went towards a spiral downfall. So, yes, Hayate would keep breathing until his lungs caught on fire and disintegrated. But now the guardian noticed something that didn't help his already-racing heart. His breathing stopped, and the sophisticated though process he had just been thankful for completely shut down, much to his dismay. Every single thing Hayate had felt over the past forty-eight hours was written all over his face, and if Fuuko was good at reading faces, well, she would have no problem whatsoever with this case. Of course, with that, everything he had been wanting to say to her, maybe even yell at her for being a clumsy fool, went out the window.
A million different questions swilled in his mind and a cocktail of worry. These questions were ready, poised to fire like bullets from his lips, however some unseen force blocked them. This force, although he hadn’t realized it, was the desire to kiss Fuuko. How on earth did this foreign idea infect his mind? For some strange reason, Hayate found her lips so kissable in this moment in time. His lithe body still on top of hers, nose mere centimeters from her own. And then, without any control, their lips connected for only a minute. But then suddenly, the full realization of what he just did hit him like a truck. Hayate pulled back from Fuuko, as if she were contagious, and moved off of her altogether.
His eyes were clouded with preoccupation and confusion. For a minute or so he didn't say anything, only looked at the wall behind her. And finally, he decided that silence was unacceptable. Struggle as might, the words came out of him and once he began speaking, it was impossible to stop. For once he was simply speaking, and not saying awful, cruel things. He wasn't thinking at all, despite the fact that it would undoubtedly lead to some blunder in the future. “Uh… I’m sorry about that… y’know, kissing you like that...” He couldn't form a coherent sentence, and he knew that if it continued much longer Fuuko would simply think he was a babbling idiot. But he wasn't sure what to do. Talk about it? Ignore it? Apologize? He stood up, running a hand through his messy hair, and paced the length of the kitchen, still blushing like a schoolgirl who just realized her first love. He mumbled under his breath, and bit his bottom lip. Finally, the pacing stopped. Hayate looked at Fuuko in the eyes, counted to ten. Oh god, this was just too weird for Hayate’s own comfort zone. Last time he had an encounter with these emotions was back when he went through puberty and realized that girls really don’t have cooties. “Sorry. Sorry times one hundred. Or whatever.”
Mina - - >>
The silence - it was un-nerving, he didn't make any sounds and nothing else was heard. Her heart kept rapidly beating - non stop even, to be this close to him of all people. It was like a dream come true - but knowing he didn't like her was a problem that her mind didn't want to accept. She tried to be less annoying as possible, it wasn't working too well it seemed - it was of course all her fault. If she wasn't so clingy to him, maybe - just maybe he would atleast accepted her as a 'friend' or something. But having an habit of grabbing a hold of him was very hard to control, besides - his arm was so muscular and strong, the temptation of grabbing a hold of it wasn't so easy to resist. Some of the girls might even think she's crazy for even liking Hayate - they didn't really like his 'attitude', but he wasn't always like that. So they didn't understand and they couldn't possibly understand her feelings that were getting stronger each and every day.
As she arched up for Hayate's forehead - a sudden shocked accrued. Her lips locked with Hayate, even if for a minute, it was like magic shot through out her whole body. A warm like sensation over coming her body and her eyes became dazed - her heart continued to beat fast - her breathing caving in, before he had released his lips from her own . . It was a light kiss - nothing intense, but still - it was heavenly. The shade of red turning a darker shade than it was before. Her body refused to move, she was frozen in the moment and that moment was a blessing from above - something she had longed for so many times before. Afterwards he had gotten off of her - he apologized for the 'kiss', what? He didn't mean to? A small ache seemed to encase the young girls chest, it wasn't a 'physical' pain - more like an emotional one. He didn't need to apologize. . . .
"N-no. It's fine!" she exclaimed.
Now it was her turn to raise up to her own feet, just sitting on the floor wasn't going to get her anywhere anyways. Hayate was pacing like crazy back and forward 'bout the length of the kitchen. It seemed to be troubled about something - but he was still a red shade, she didn't know nor understand why his cheeks were such a color. Maybe if she saw herself she would know the reason - but part of Fuuko's being was naive and about this situation, she was completely confused. Happy even - only to be caught off guard by a sorrowful pain once hearing him 'apologize' about the kiss that had taken a bit of her breath away. Was it her fault? She did lean up in fact, so was her doing that caused the -kiss-? If that was so - why would he be apologizing for such a thing and why would he be so nervous? The former Hayate she knew was slowly disappearing, so she thought. She didn't think he could possibly be -accepting- her.
"Hayate?" she asked softly.
Her lips curled into a frown - as she finally regained her balance and stood up. "You don't need to..." she whispered out, slowly approaching the nervous Hayate as he seemingly paced back and forward. Now she attempted to get him to stop for a moment. As he paced the opposite direction of her general direction - thus she attempted to go behind him and wrap her arms around him to keep him calm or to make him stop pacing. "You know, . . the kiss wasn't so bad, Hayate-kun. So no worries, okay? Don't fret over it!" she said - in her upright and cheery tone, trying to lift Hayate's worries - even though it might not help him at all. . ."We need to check your temperature, your face is so red. I'm beginning to worry."
Notes: I LOVE ALL OF MY MEMBERS. If they'll POST A THREAD ALREADY!