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A Slice-of-Life Band RP?

I'm not experienced with an instrument other than the triangle, but I've always been interested in Band RP's, mostly because they seem a bit...exotic? I'm interested in seeing how one actually advances.

Hm...maybe I could be the lead singer? But if that spot's already reserved, than I could probably be someone who crazily wails on drums and gongs!

Uprising of the X Gene

I honestly have no idea. Maybe I'll have my character being his usual laidback, psychotic self. Cracking the heads of annoying people in the shadows whilst laughing at the protestors.

I Dream of A Hero

You'll be fine, don't worry.

I Dream of A Hero

Name:
Brutus Kingsly

Age:
Twenty-One. (21)

Gender:
Male

Species:
Strictly human.

Biography:
Originally born on a quaint farm as the youngest son of a family of retired warriors, knights, and brawlers, Brutus had a rough, yet honest life. He wrestled with his older brothers, growing calloused after every punch, grapple, and kick. He learned how to ride horses and bulls, wrestle down cows larger than entire sheds, and how to reinforce armor and weapons over the forge. He made a living, after moving away and buying his own quaint hut, by building weapons and armors for the elves and soldiers. This whole...dream thing was odd; he didn't see himself as hero material, but...the challenge was welcomed.

Personality:
Brutus is certainly a tough customer once you first meet him. Gruff and cold, he isn't one for the company of inky little rich weaklings, nor pity-party demons. He's generally a boy who respects strength and efficiency, and despite his rough demeanor, he is a loyal man who loves the thought of busting heads or crushing throats. If you manage to break his rough outer shell, you can expect a man who will protect you with his life, although his dark sense of humor and serious nature may run others away.

Appearance:
Tall, standing at 6'2, with a muscular, brawny build that boasts his constant work over the fire, along with his break-backing work wrestling horses an mules, along with taking care of the occasional bandit, bully, or thief, Brutus is definitely someone you wouldn't want to mess with. He has a strong, chiseled face, with pronounced jaw bones and a thick red scar that tears from his cheek to his neck. His messy, yet feathery black hair covers his intense brown eyes, and runs down his neck in thick locks. Brutus has fairly tanned skin, and he usually wears regular brown pants, leather boots engraved with iron, and a protective, thick, sleeveless leather shirt with patches of iron sewn in occasionally, as to not limit his agility or speed, but still give a protective edge. Brutus has iron and leather gloved gauntlets constantly on, along with an iron shield and greatsword on his back.

Crush:
No one.

Combat Skills:
Brutus is tough, strong, and fast - an instinctive thinker and an even tougher enemy. He's skilled with larger weapons - greatswords and hammers, and he's exceptionally skilled with his hands - wrestling and beating up men older and bigger than himself does that to a boy. He has some experience with a crossbow.

Yo.

Homestuck - Sliced Bread

Alright, awesome. Hopefully the others get their posts up soon. Can't wait for this to get momentum.

Homestuck - Sliced Bread

It's cool. So, I have no idea how the PesterChum stuff works, so I just had Devon message your character. Is that cool, or do you want me to change it?

Homestuck - Sliced Bread

'Devon breath forcefully from his nose, ducking into his opponent's guard and releasing an explosive punch at it's midsection. The evil foe was taken aback by the strong jab, but, after swinging backwards, it blasted forward for it's own hit, only to be redirected by the black-haired boy's bandaged forearm. Devon twirled with the block, bringing his toned leg up to release a sharp snapkick at the enemy, launching it from it's rope and sending it flying across the battlefield...'

"Woosh." Devon panted, reaching out a hand and grasping the cold bottle of water that sat on his computer desk. On the far wall, a stack of large, heavy white punching bags rested messily on top of each other, dripping a small amount of sand on the oddly clean floor. His entire room was tidy and clean - a testament to his apparently rich lifestyle. The walls were painted a dark, fiery red, and the ceiling was a sky blue, the floors a marble white. His king-sized bed, which filled up an entire corner spot, was tidy and clean, while his computer desk, leather lounge chair, and newly created Gaming Laptop sat near the bed. In the middle of his ceiling, multiple punching bags hung from sharp metal chains.

The boy release another pant, downing the entire bottle of water in one go. A careless toss threw it over his shoulder, and out the window of his apartment, where it landed in the dumpster most-likely. Training was going very, very well - he had a championship MMA match upcoming in the future week or so, and it would decide one of his many scholarships for a college of his choosing. Pretty important and cool, if he had to be honest. "Oh, yeah, and that SBURB thing..." Being on such a strict schedule, Devon didn't have much time for games or socializing online, but he somehow found time for his internet friends. They were pretty interesting and awesome, despite being on different parts of the world.

He wore nothing more than boxing tape around his hands and forearms, along with loose white shorts with red flames and swirling black vortex patterns. He didn't wear a shirt, considering it would have probably heated him out - have to let the abs and pecs breathe, after all. Devon collapsed into his lounge chair, boredly rolling around and quickly typing into the code for his laptop. Click, click, click...he signed into his account - deviantKing - and quickly went through his list, keeping his mood as 'Smooth'.

-- deviantKing [DK] began pestering spasticOstrich [SO] at ??:?? --

[DK]: Yoyoyo.
[DK]: I have SBURB...pretty cool I guess. Do you have yours yet?

Devon leaped off of his chair, landing on his finger-tips, where he began doing one-handed pushups whilst waiting for a reply, crimson eyes narrowed in determination. His lean, muscular body began pumping out the repetitions. He couldn't stop the sweat until his quota was finished for the day. His copy of SBURB lied somewhere on his desk...

Homestuck - Sliced Bread

I don't think we'll have to worry about that. Oh, and also, if you need any help with the IC's opening post then just tell me. ^^

Homestuck - Sliced Bread

Alright, cool. I was just asking because I thought a friend may be interested, but I don't think he is.

Homestuck - Sliced Bread

Are the applications closed? Or are you allowing more humans?