Post by Κομμα on Oct 5, 2010 16:33:17 GMT 7
Well, if this doesn't seem like an incredibly bloody mad idea... I told you, you're not a wanted criminal in this world! >_< Oh, and I'm supposed to trust someone who wrote me into existence for the sake of killing me, yeah? D'x That was Akino's fault! *grumbles* Can I just get this over with now? *nods* *sniffs*
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Name: There's NO bloody way-- Just call him Al, it avoids complications. Yes. It does.
Race: Er... human?
Age: That's classifi-- He's 28. All right, that's it. *pulls out gun and points it at Comma* >_< Point taken! *leaves*
Appears: Mid- to late-twenties, I suppose.
Appearance: *sighs* Well, as long as I can't be tracked here... Red hair, somewhere between short and medium length, green-gray eyes, freckles, tall, generally dress casual but not too casual. I try to blend in as much as possible to avoid--wait, why am I telling you? *whispers*He was framed with murder and-- *pushed out of room* *locks door* Continuing. I've been told that I'm perfect for my field of work because I look like the sort of person that anyone could trust.
Personality: I'm serious when it calls for it, but I honestly am quite friendly, I'm just a bit peeved right now that I'm having to do this, so yes, I'm coming across as a total arse. As I'm a con artist, I more or less have to be friendly, also have to be a decent speaker I'm not exactly what you'd call trustworthy, then, either. I'll put it this way: if you're my friend, you can trust me, but you really have no way of knowing whether or not you are, so it's safer to assume that I just can't be trusted. I only have a few real friends, and they know who they are.
Likes: I'm quite fond of cars. Any that can go fast, really. Ferrari, Lamborghini, Pagani, Bugatti-- CARS! *glomps* *facepalms* *removes rabid writer and locks her out of room again* All right, you get the point. Only problem is my rather distinctive choice in transportation makes me recognizable when I'm on the run. I'll take the Ferrari over the torn apart junker any day.
Aside from that... there's drinking--mostly Guinness, I'm not extremely fond of anything stronger than beer though I'm all right with Whiskey--, money, women, traveling, socializing, I used to love cities but they only make me paranoid lately... I think that should do.
Dislikes: I bet you're expecting me to say cops, aren't yeh? I've got so many ins with them that half of them don't dare arrest me. Well, these days may be a different story since the whole framed with murder thing, but... yeah... *sigh*
As I said, I'm not fond of huge cities anymore, or excessively large crowds. I don't like coffee much, but I will drink it if I'm running low on sleep or energy, or for the sake of being sociable for business. I'm also not sure of whether or not I'm going to get along with this Akino, given that I haven't met or heard of a Shinigami yet that I feel I might actually like. The same would got for Harpi, but I've yet to meet her. I don't have too many intense dislikes, I suppose.
Fears: Anyone I care about getting hurt. I'd give my life for any of my friends without hesitation.
Bio: Oh, why? *grumbles* Guess I've got to suck it up and do this bit, then...
My parents died when I was too young to really remember them, train crash. I ended up with foster parents, foster-dad was a drunk who was in a habit of beating his wife whenever he got drunk. Coward that I am, I ran away when I was around ten, don't know if she's even alive anymore. So, for the most part, I grew up on the streets, getting money through sympathy from passers-by, until I grew too old for the pitiful act to work. You have to get by some way, and look at me now. I've got more money to each of my false names than most rockstars and connections with the police, governments, big businesses--I could go on for ages. You get far when you start early.
I was working in a bar when I was nineteen, met my first real friends there and my first real enemy. Things started out well enough, but then things went sour a couple years later. I'm not going into details, but he ran off, more or less went mad, and decided to blackmail me into tracking him down. As I chased him, he killed, and I was left at every crime-scene looking for clues to where he went, making me the lead suspect. When I found him, he killed himself. He'd been killing with a Death Note, so he wouldn't have left behind any clues in the first place.
I ended up heading to Japan to hide from police, and long story short, Kira ended up killing me along with an abundance of other criminals. No, I'm not dead, but that's how my story goes. I never realized I was just an original character in a fan fiction, really makes you think about your life. But I was, and now here I am. My character might still die in the story, but at least I won't! That's why I was after this job in the first place. I mean, really, who wants to die?
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*allows Comma back in room* There, I'm done. *gives back laptop and walks off* So... yeah. This'll be where he posts anything else if he's not too paranoid of being tracked between dimensions through IP addresses -_-'
EDIT:
PICTURE!
i39.tinypic.com/2njv6va.png
Only one I could find that he would agree too, and I had to recolor the hair reddish -_-' Methinks someone's a wee bit egotistical. Hair should be a bit more orangey than it is, and it's missing his freckles, but it works well enough.
In case you're wondering, I'm on a hunt for pictures of ALL my Muses. So far I've got all but Harpi and Akino.
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Name: There's NO bloody way-- Just call him Al, it avoids complications. Yes. It does.
Race: Er... human?
Age: That's classifi-- He's 28. All right, that's it. *pulls out gun and points it at Comma* >_< Point taken! *leaves*
Appears: Mid- to late-twenties, I suppose.
Appearance: *sighs* Well, as long as I can't be tracked here... Red hair, somewhere between short and medium length, green-gray eyes, freckles, tall, generally dress casual but not too casual. I try to blend in as much as possible to avoid--wait, why am I telling you? *whispers*He was framed with murder and-- *pushed out of room* *locks door* Continuing. I've been told that I'm perfect for my field of work because I look like the sort of person that anyone could trust.
Personality: I'm serious when it calls for it, but I honestly am quite friendly, I'm just a bit peeved right now that I'm having to do this, so yes, I'm coming across as a total arse. As I'm a con artist, I more or less have to be friendly, also have to be a decent speaker I'm not exactly what you'd call trustworthy, then, either. I'll put it this way: if you're my friend, you can trust me, but you really have no way of knowing whether or not you are, so it's safer to assume that I just can't be trusted. I only have a few real friends, and they know who they are.
Likes: I'm quite fond of cars. Any that can go fast, really. Ferrari, Lamborghini, Pagani, Bugatti-- CARS! *glomps* *facepalms* *removes rabid writer and locks her out of room again* All right, you get the point. Only problem is my rather distinctive choice in transportation makes me recognizable when I'm on the run. I'll take the Ferrari over the torn apart junker any day.
Aside from that... there's drinking--mostly Guinness, I'm not extremely fond of anything stronger than beer though I'm all right with Whiskey--, money, women, traveling, socializing, I used to love cities but they only make me paranoid lately... I think that should do.
Dislikes: I bet you're expecting me to say cops, aren't yeh? I've got so many ins with them that half of them don't dare arrest me. Well, these days may be a different story since the whole framed with murder thing, but... yeah... *sigh*
As I said, I'm not fond of huge cities anymore, or excessively large crowds. I don't like coffee much, but I will drink it if I'm running low on sleep or energy, or for the sake of being sociable for business. I'm also not sure of whether or not I'm going to get along with this Akino, given that I haven't met or heard of a Shinigami yet that I feel I might actually like. The same would got for Harpi, but I've yet to meet her. I don't have too many intense dislikes, I suppose.
Fears: Anyone I care about getting hurt. I'd give my life for any of my friends without hesitation.
Bio: Oh, why? *grumbles* Guess I've got to suck it up and do this bit, then...
My parents died when I was too young to really remember them, train crash. I ended up with foster parents, foster-dad was a drunk who was in a habit of beating his wife whenever he got drunk. Coward that I am, I ran away when I was around ten, don't know if she's even alive anymore. So, for the most part, I grew up on the streets, getting money through sympathy from passers-by, until I grew too old for the pitiful act to work. You have to get by some way, and look at me now. I've got more money to each of my false names than most rockstars and connections with the police, governments, big businesses--I could go on for ages. You get far when you start early.
I was working in a bar when I was nineteen, met my first real friends there and my first real enemy. Things started out well enough, but then things went sour a couple years later. I'm not going into details, but he ran off, more or less went mad, and decided to blackmail me into tracking him down. As I chased him, he killed, and I was left at every crime-scene looking for clues to where he went, making me the lead suspect. When I found him, he killed himself. He'd been killing with a Death Note, so he wouldn't have left behind any clues in the first place.
I ended up heading to Japan to hide from police, and long story short, Kira ended up killing me along with an abundance of other criminals. No, I'm not dead, but that's how my story goes. I never realized I was just an original character in a fan fiction, really makes you think about your life. But I was, and now here I am. My character might still die in the story, but at least I won't! That's why I was after this job in the first place. I mean, really, who wants to die?
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*allows Comma back in room* There, I'm done. *gives back laptop and walks off* So... yeah. This'll be where he posts anything else if he's not too paranoid of being tracked between dimensions through IP addresses -_-'
EDIT:
PICTURE!
i39.tinypic.com/2njv6va.png
Only one I could find that he would agree too, and I had to recolor the hair reddish -_-' Methinks someone's a wee bit egotistical. Hair should be a bit more orangey than it is, and it's missing his freckles, but it works well enough.
In case you're wondering, I'm on a hunt for pictures of ALL my Muses. So far I've got all but Harpi and Akino.
