SilverWolfAngel

13: Game of Death

No I mean My back story is common, I quite like yours. I guess saying her kind of throws people off.

13: Game of Death

Ok, her back story is kinda common, but back-stories are kinda hard for me and so I do what I can. But I like her. If you have any problems with it let me know and I'll review her CS at a reasonable time rather than getting close to midnight. :)

13: Game of Death

Name: Kusa Le-Mont Aliases: Angel (for her singing). Azriel; (Angel of destruction; fighting, obviously). Age: 16 Gender: Female Physical Description:

Kusa le-Mont

Kusa has a sort of dangerous feel to her. It’s in the way she holds herself, along with the way she looks at people, a sort of veiled threat, a defensive mechanism that has got her into more fights than it averted. With a short shock of white hair and dark eyes, Kusa normally wears easy-to-move-in clothes, with the exception being when she is performing, in which case she wears something snazzy, or when she’s fighting, when she will wear easy-to-move-in clothes with little-or-nothing-to-grab-onto; therefore giving her opponent no advantages. Skillset:

• Karate (nothing fancy)
• Street fighting
• Singing
• Playing a few instruments (including guitar)
• Climbing
• Cooking
• Cleaning

History: Kusa grew up in a fairly normal family, in a normal district, of a fairly normal city. However when she was ten both parents died, leaving her and her older brother, Tymon, with an aunt who had ‘problems’. Tymon, a timid boy, got a handful of part time jobs when he was old enough, but even put together the money really wasn’t enough. Not to mention their aunt took all the money she could find, leaving little or none for rent, power, water, or food. Kusa who barely attended school, decided she had to do something and started busking. Being rather talented she quickly procured gigs that paid better that what Tym earned, but only barely. As of yet she hasn’t been arrested, the one time it looked likely, in a raid of the venue she was performing at, she had slipped out the back where she was tuning her guitar, and avoided getting caught, just. Another thing she started just recently is a form of street fighting, where people bet on the outcome, she fights and gets paid for it. Psychological Profile: Kusa is still quite innocent and naïve, even with how she lives, she somehow managed to keep that side of her intact, although that was completely unintentional. Other than that she loves music, Tymon, and her second-hand, beaten and battered, guitar. Fighting is a passion, and she is an adrenalin junkie, so pulling the occasional daredevil stunt is so up her street. Not amazingly ambitious Kusa mostly just wants to be able to live somewhere other than the minor hellhole that is her aunts flat. Getting angry for her is quite easy, it just sort of bubbles up inside, consuming her in a red mist, a need to destroy; and while it clouds her judgment quite a bit, she often employs it in fighting, letting her rage get her through. Kusa is also sort of scared of pain, an interesting thing considering her love of fighting, however if she gets hit or hurt even just a little that fear goes away, like sound to the wind. Other: When their parents died there was a fair amount of money left to them but most of it was used on plane tickets to the other side of the world where their aunt lived; and what wasn’t used then was snatched away by said aunt for; “Living expenses”.

Wizards vs Muggles interest check.

I like all three, the first and last especially. Not so much the middle one.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

ARRAN WHITE Flopping down at the computer desk, Arran logged into her account on the old, second-hand E-Mac, flicking over to her email and receiving ten new emails from her brother since yesterday, totaling in almost fifty unread emails from him. Slumping down in her chair, she logged out and stared at the login page, not really seeing it, thinking about the day; worse than usual, but in the scale of things not too disastrous, just not so good. The hoodie; that was something Arran couldn’t fathom, why had she been given the hoodie, and surely the girl hadn’t just forgotten the drug; it didn’t seem to be the sort of thing you just forgot was in the sleeve of your hoodie when handing it over to a stranger. After getting home she had looked herself in the bathroom as soon as she could, and worked the syringe out of the sleeve from the inside, pulling it out and looking for markings, finding none, but considering the poor lighting in the bathroom, that wasn’t surprising. Now it was tucked safely back in the sleeve of the hoodie, which in turn was tucked in one of her two draws in the boy’s room, somewhere the others were forbidden to access; a rule that was reinforced by an old padlock to which only she had the key. Arran hadn’t told Kyle about the drug, that wasn’t the sort of thing she just told people about, especially Kyle, who couldn’t keep silent if he thought others needed to know, and that ment telling Aunt Cass, the last person in the world Arran wanted to upset. No it was better she didn’t mention it to anybody.

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

Ok thanks :)

Oasis (OPEN ignore reply numbers)

Yello, I'm here. Do me a favor and explain what it means when someone posts; 'Bump' yeah? Also; nice idea, will start work on CS. But might take awhile.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

Uhhh… I'm gonna guess the hoodie looks something like this………

Neko hoodie

I deal better with pictures than words, not that I can't understand words, simply that pictures give me a better idea.

(Don't blame me if my Photoshop sucks, I'm still learning.)

HP RP?

I like, but no promises, kinda busy at the moment, but yes; if I can spare time I'd love to join. As for suggestions sorry but I'm pulling a blank, :)

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

ARRAN WHITE After paying their bill and leaving the rapidly empting deli, Arran and Kyle split from the others and started walking home. “Urghh… I forgot to get the meat for dinner” Arran groaned, “Aunt Cass is going to kill me, I was supposed to be home early so as to cook.” She was partly mad she had forgotten but mostly she wanted to try and distract Kyle from her incident earlier; he hadn’t said anything in front of the others, but now they were alone there was going to be hell to pay. But instead of asking questions about earlier Kyle surprised her “You missed your appointment you know.” Arran blinked in surprise, “huh?” Kyle turned, walking backwards so as to be able to walk and talk, “You missed your appointment. Your very important appointment” Arran thought about it, “Very important appointment. Uhhhh…… what?” Kyle frowned; “You never told me; I set the alarm after checking your calendar, really; I was surprised that you even had something on there.” “You checked my calendar?” Arran grimaced, “why?” “You never remember anything, unless it’s music, so I thought it would be best to make sure I have an alarm for you as well. Only you had about three things on your calendar one of which was my birthday, one was mum’s, and the other unnamed.” Kyle spun back around so he was walking next to her. They walked for a little while; tuning a few corners, and hiking up and down hills, till they finally reached Kyle’s street. Wading through the overgrown grass that overlapped the path they climbed a set of worn concrete steps to a solid door with blue paint peeling to reveal a vibrant red, or maybe the red was peeling to show the blue, but really it didn’t matter, the majority of the door being blue.