Post by Κομμα on Oct 5, 2010 16:26:17 GMT 7
About bloody time, why didn't I get to do mine first? I was going in alphabetical order... Could've gone in ascending order of ages. ... I could have, couldn't I? Huh. >_<
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Name: Just go with Pat. Patrick Star! Ah, Jesus, not you too >_< @.@
Race: Human
Age: Twenty
Appears: I probably couldn't pass for any older than twenty-one, and I still get mistaken for a high school student a good bit.
Appearance: I'm-- Before he has the chance to be all pompous and narcissistic, I'll go on ahead and say that he more or less looks like he just stepped out of an eighties glam-metal band. *points at the hair* All right, leave the hair alone! Anyway, yes, I have an eighties rocker mullet. Not as extreme as a lot of them, sort of somewhere between Eddie van Halen and Randy Rhoads. Green eyes, tall-- He's almost six foot five, I think he's been eating Miracle-Gro plant food or something. >_> Anyway... tall, pretty lanky and gangly-like, I generally just wear whatever's clean, normally band t-shirts and blue jeans. I don't do much field work where I'd have to talk to people, so I don't have to worry about dressing "normally." ... So is that it? I... guess so... why? =D PICTURE!
www.advancedanime.com/pictures/normal_anime_boy.jpg
>_< Don mentioned you might do that...*ignores* The picture's pretty acurate as far as actual looks. Right color hair, green eyes, baby-face. The hair just needs to be longer and more... mullet-like, and the clothes are all sorts of wrong. His eyes are a bit lighter green than that as well, but overall, pretty accurate. *disagrees* Well, sorry I couldn't find an anime guy with a mullet. They just sort of don't exist. Anyway, BEFORE the mullet, that's almost exactly how he would have looked.
Personality: I'm a total goof ^_^ I like trying new things, I'm easy to get along with, fun-loving-- He doesn't take much of anything seriously... =\ How's that a bad thing? *shrugs* I really don't. I don't bother thinking much about the past or the future. I just sort of live for the moment, life's more fun that way. I'm a horrible liar, which means I'm trustworthy by default. I'd make an absolute sh-t con artist, I'm better with sneaking around and breaking into places. More the burglar type. I can be a great friend, but I don't give second chances to back-stabbers. You screw up once, then I'm done with you for good.
Likes: Girls! Women. Fem-- Point taken. -_-' What? =[ I love women, they're amazing. I miss the days when you were an adorable little nerdy teenager T-T What happened?! *points at Don* I blame him. =[ *kicks Don* >_< Well, I'm still no good at talking to them...*mumbleblush*
Anyway. I'm still a closet-nerd, I guess... I love technology, I love figuring out how things work. I just use my nerdiness for criminal means now ^_^ Love drinking and fighting. And strawberries. Strawberries are good. I function better in largeish towns than I do in cities, but I still like crowds. Gambling is fun, I imagine I'd like Vegas. I love fast food, so it's lucky I've got a high metabolism. Actually, I just love food in general, to be honest. Except broccoli, it can burn in hell. And I love driving even though I'm relatively horrible at it... "Relatively horrible" meaning that he doesn't know the difference between the left and right lanes, and seems to think of other cars as speed bumps. ^_^'
Dislikes: People who are too serious. It will never cease to amaze me that you and Don are best friends -_-' *shrugs* I'm not really the outdoorsy type. I don't even like the word outdoorsy. *curses self for using it* I like fighting, but I hate loosing fights, and I hate it when people just walk away from an argument, that has to be the most bloody annoying thing... I'm not a huge fan of books and reading, I'd rather watch a movie any day. I don't really like television, though. All repeats and bad news. The news is just bloody depressing. And I hate broccoli.
Fears: I'm fearless! ^_^ He's afraid of bunnies. ... T-T am not... And pigeons. All right, pigeons are fecking evil, that's not my fault! >_<
Bio: =\ *doesn't want to* *forces him to* >_<'
Fine.... Parents died when I was too young to remember them, I was probably a baby at the time. Their car got smashed by a transfer truck, I ended up living with my grandparents since they were the only relatives in Ireland I knew. My grandad died when I was about nine, we'd been expecting it for awhile, he'd been sick my whole life. That left me and my gran alone. She contributed to my extensive knowledge of lock-picking--I'd sneak out without fail every time she grounded me, so she started locking me inside my room and I, in turn, would figure out how to get each and every lock open without fail and sneak off.
I met Don and his brother after they'd already ran away, I'm not sure if I was even ten yet. I was fascinated by their life, I thought it all seemed awesome when I was young. The freedom of being alone and not having to follow anyones' rules, most kids would think that it seemed cool. I imagine I annoyed them a lot, but we all got to be friends eventually. My gran about had a fit when she found out I was hanging out with delinquents.
She had a stroke when I was fourteen, and I didn't have anywhere left to go, so I moved into the flat Don was renting at the time, after his brother had already run off. Then all that mess with Al getting blackmailed and framed with murder, of course. I only found out recently that it was Don's brother who did it, surprised the hell out of me. I'd never have expected that
And now, here I am, pulled out of fanfiction land by a Shinigami that reminds me of two-face from Batman only more goth-looking, and apparently working as a Muse. So I'm mildly disoriented right now, to say the least ^_^'
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There we go, that's all done. So this thread is my blog now? More or less, yes. Brilliant.
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Name: Just go with Pat. Patrick Star! Ah, Jesus, not you too >_< @.@
Race: Human
Age: Twenty
Appears: I probably couldn't pass for any older than twenty-one, and I still get mistaken for a high school student a good bit.
Appearance: I'm-- Before he has the chance to be all pompous and narcissistic, I'll go on ahead and say that he more or less looks like he just stepped out of an eighties glam-metal band. *points at the hair* All right, leave the hair alone! Anyway, yes, I have an eighties rocker mullet. Not as extreme as a lot of them, sort of somewhere between Eddie van Halen and Randy Rhoads. Green eyes, tall-- He's almost six foot five, I think he's been eating Miracle-Gro plant food or something. >_> Anyway... tall, pretty lanky and gangly-like, I generally just wear whatever's clean, normally band t-shirts and blue jeans. I don't do much field work where I'd have to talk to people, so I don't have to worry about dressing "normally." ... So is that it? I... guess so... why? =D PICTURE!
www.advancedanime.com/pictures/normal_anime_boy.jpg
>_< Don mentioned you might do that...*ignores* The picture's pretty acurate as far as actual looks. Right color hair, green eyes, baby-face. The hair just needs to be longer and more... mullet-like, and the clothes are all sorts of wrong. His eyes are a bit lighter green than that as well, but overall, pretty accurate. *disagrees* Well, sorry I couldn't find an anime guy with a mullet. They just sort of don't exist. Anyway, BEFORE the mullet, that's almost exactly how he would have looked.
Personality: I'm a total goof ^_^ I like trying new things, I'm easy to get along with, fun-loving-- He doesn't take much of anything seriously... =\ How's that a bad thing? *shrugs* I really don't. I don't bother thinking much about the past or the future. I just sort of live for the moment, life's more fun that way. I'm a horrible liar, which means I'm trustworthy by default. I'd make an absolute sh-t con artist, I'm better with sneaking around and breaking into places. More the burglar type. I can be a great friend, but I don't give second chances to back-stabbers. You screw up once, then I'm done with you for good.
Likes: Girls! Women. Fem-- Point taken. -_-' What? =[ I love women, they're amazing. I miss the days when you were an adorable little nerdy teenager T-T What happened?! *points at Don* I blame him. =[ *kicks Don* >_< Well, I'm still no good at talking to them...*mumbleblush*
Anyway. I'm still a closet-nerd, I guess... I love technology, I love figuring out how things work. I just use my nerdiness for criminal means now ^_^ Love drinking and fighting. And strawberries. Strawberries are good. I function better in largeish towns than I do in cities, but I still like crowds. Gambling is fun, I imagine I'd like Vegas. I love fast food, so it's lucky I've got a high metabolism. Actually, I just love food in general, to be honest. Except broccoli, it can burn in hell. And I love driving even though I'm relatively horrible at it... "Relatively horrible" meaning that he doesn't know the difference between the left and right lanes, and seems to think of other cars as speed bumps. ^_^'
Dislikes: People who are too serious. It will never cease to amaze me that you and Don are best friends -_-' *shrugs* I'm not really the outdoorsy type. I don't even like the word outdoorsy. *curses self for using it* I like fighting, but I hate loosing fights, and I hate it when people just walk away from an argument, that has to be the most bloody annoying thing... I'm not a huge fan of books and reading, I'd rather watch a movie any day. I don't really like television, though. All repeats and bad news. The news is just bloody depressing. And I hate broccoli.
Fears: I'm fearless! ^_^ He's afraid of bunnies. ... T-T am not... And pigeons. All right, pigeons are fecking evil, that's not my fault! >_<
Bio: =\ *doesn't want to* *forces him to* >_<'
Fine.... Parents died when I was too young to remember them, I was probably a baby at the time. Their car got smashed by a transfer truck, I ended up living with my grandparents since they were the only relatives in Ireland I knew. My grandad died when I was about nine, we'd been expecting it for awhile, he'd been sick my whole life. That left me and my gran alone. She contributed to my extensive knowledge of lock-picking--I'd sneak out without fail every time she grounded me, so she started locking me inside my room and I, in turn, would figure out how to get each and every lock open without fail and sneak off.
I met Don and his brother after they'd already ran away, I'm not sure if I was even ten yet. I was fascinated by their life, I thought it all seemed awesome when I was young. The freedom of being alone and not having to follow anyones' rules, most kids would think that it seemed cool. I imagine I annoyed them a lot, but we all got to be friends eventually. My gran about had a fit when she found out I was hanging out with delinquents.
She had a stroke when I was fourteen, and I didn't have anywhere left to go, so I moved into the flat Don was renting at the time, after his brother had already run off. Then all that mess with Al getting blackmailed and framed with murder, of course. I only found out recently that it was Don's brother who did it, surprised the hell out of me. I'd never have expected that
And now, here I am, pulled out of fanfiction land by a Shinigami that reminds me of two-face from Batman only more goth-looking, and apparently working as a Muse. So I'm mildly disoriented right now, to say the least ^_^'
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There we go, that's all done. So this thread is my blog now? More or less, yes. Brilliant.
