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Heavenly Floetic Sins Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 4:51 pm
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 4:53 pm
Name: Ogato Kurokawa
Aliases/ Nicknames:
Age: 20
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 135
Personality: Ogato is very flirtatious and intelligent though, sometimes his actions did not entirely reflect that. Some people say that He is a smooth operator. The author loves a challenge... But if he sees something that he likes, he will go for it. -winkwink- He can be brash and rude at times... when someone pisses him off. But most of the time, Ogato can be very chill.
Theme Song(s): -In Progress-
Physical Description: -in progress-
Bio: He was born to two careless parents and was the oldest of three children. He was a very smart boy, but sometimes his grades didn't reflect that, since as a child she moved alot. Due to these very sudden changes in location, he had a small group of friends, but that was it. He had many hopes and dreams planned for him in his future, such as owning a small business or becoming a writer. With dedication, he did become a writer and is on the verge of owning his own small business.
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Heavenly Floetic Sins Captain
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ChocolateXCheese Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 4:55 pm
Name: Ione
Aliases/ Nicknames: N/A
Age: 19
Physical Description: Ione (Right)
Ione (right) and his sister (left), Vi, look exactly the same. They don’t even measure a fraction of a millimeter apart in height (unlike the pic), their navy blue hair is cut in the same short style, they have the same orangish-hazel eyes, and they both wear similar clothing just for fun. The only thing that sets Ione apart from Vi is a deep scar across his back and a few minor scars over his body.
Personality: The best way to tell Ione apart from Vi is his personality. Ione is the much more bashful of the two. He's the one who enjoys beating people up and getting his hands bloody. He's the type who enjoys playing games and will instantly hate anyone as or even more bashful than him. He often flips people off and cusses when he’s in a bad mood and gets into fights most of the time. Isn’t he the most wonderful person to be around? (Sarcasm if you didn’t notice…)
Theme Song(s): Boulevard of Broken Dreams – Green Day (XD couldn’t help it)
Skills: Ione masters in many different forms of fighting. He can use all sorts of weapons, has studied many types of martial arts, and is very resourceful and uses the environment to help him during a fight. But, he doesn't only use his resourcefulness in fights, he also uses it in many other situations too.
Biography/History: As a child, Ione was the punk at school. He’d attack anyone who gave him a bad look, said anything about him, or even if they accidentally bumped into him. He grew up alone, all of the parents keeping the other children away from him, leading him into being crueler than he already was. When he was older, he was known as a one man gang, taking on several people at once. Gangs would shoot him, cut him, and beat him to a bloody pulp, but he would never back down. In the middle of one of the more gruesome fights, a young woman actually plowed through hostile people wielding all sorts of weapons to stop them from attacking him. When someone cracked her in the back of the head with a bat, he lost it. He took down every last one of them and carried the injured woman to the hospital. While there, he realized the striking resemblance to him, but tried his best to ignore it. The main reason why he rebelled at such a young age was because his parents abandoned him, and to the home of a selfish, cruel couple too. When their wounds were being treated, the doctors did a blood test and found out that the two were twins. Outraged, he approached his newly found mother and father and demanded to know the truth. But, instead of telling him why they abandoned him, they got a restraining order to keep him away from their daughter, his sister. Now, he wanders around aimlessly, picking random fights and commiting various crimes, making the best of being completely alone.
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Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 10:07 pm
Name: Huang Motou
Aliases/ Nicknames:
Age: 18
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 97 lbs
Personality: The best word to describe Huang is either hyper or annoying as hell. He's surprisingly very intelligent, also being the most intelligent out of his other two 'siblings', but that fact is easily forgotten. He seems to have the mentality of a two year old at times because of all his bubbly, overly active attitude. Huang is also mischievous and has a habit of pranking people. It's amazing how one can be so hyper without any sugar whatsoever. Even his own 'siblings' think he's annoying. However, his personality is just an act so people won't figure out how he really is. He only shows how he really is when there's no one around. Birds are always attracted to him because you could always find some around him, not that Huang minds of course. When he's intimidated by something or someone though, he's very quiet and is easily frightened. A lot of times, he isn't aware of his own true feelings like anger, happiness, ect...
Physical Description: Huang has a messy bird's nest of black hair which falls over ivory skin. He has a small and lanky frame, yet his skin settles on bones smoothly instead of having bones jut out. His eyes are a bright hazel with a faint sheen of multiple colors, which usually changes shades of hues to his emotions. A black feather is found tucked behind his ear.
Bio: As a child, he could barely remember the outside world as time flew by. The most he could remember was being caged inside the dull white walls that surrounded him and the thick smell of antiseptic and the ill and dead. He dreamed of finally escaping the prison-like room, but that was a goal, which could never be accomplished. He was born with a series of health endangering problems, and desperately needed the medical help. He knew he should be thankful that he was able to live to the age of 18, a miracle that the doctors hadn't expected for him, but what was the point of living when you're stuck within the small boundaries of a hospital for the rest of your life? On some occasions, his family would visit him, looking worse and worse each time. His mother would look at him with puffy, blood-shot eyes with tears shining, while his father hung back, with stress hanging in the air about him. His twin brother, Riku, would sit down and read his book as though nothing had happened, denying that he even had a brother, and his slightly younger sister, Bran would direct glares of pure anger and hatred at him. Huang would always give them a fake grin, giving false words of encouragement that he'd get better one day, and they'd finally be a normal family, but in reality, everyone knew that would never come true. It hurt to know that he was just being a burden to his family, but he managed to keep up his act, which soon became an unconscious thing for him to do, whether he realizes it or not.
One night, Bran had enough. In her mind, she thought that Huang should have died as a child, or better yet, he should have never exited. Their parents were working day and night, often over stressing themselves, as they tried to pay off the financial problems like the large medical bill, there was always an uneasy silence in the house after they had finished visiting their sick brother, and no matter how hard they try their best to make do without him, they couldn't permanently erase Huang from their lives. An evil plot hatched in her mind. Why didn't she have thought of this idea sooner?
Late at night, she snuck into the hospital room and grinned maniacally at the thought of having to finally live a normal life without the stress. She didn't want him to just die. No, she wanted him to suffer, just like the family did all those years. Pressing one hand against his fragile and vulnerable throat, she slowly added pressure.
Eyes snapped open as he realized he couldn't breathe, and hands instantly scrambled to pry off the locked grip on his throat. He choked and coughed at the lack of oxygen. Black began blurring his sight. Suddenly, the grip was released, and the rush of sweet air flowed back into his lungs. He concentrated his vision on the perpetrator, widening his eyes when it was his own sister. Fear latched onto his heart. No, it wasn't the fact that it was his own flesh and blood that terrified him, but the insanity, which burned in her eyes. He glanced at the door and at the phone to call the nurses or doctors to help him. His mind was racing for all the methods that could help him escape from Bran.
Bran's eyes darkened when she caught the gazes of some possible escape routes. No way was she letting him escape this easily. She gripped the collar of his shirt before he could react and shoved him against an open windowsill.
Huang grabbed at the edges of the window. The chill wind of the night bit at him. If he fell, that would mean instant death for him, especially since this was the top floor. Bran's wicked grin returned. She wouldn't let him get off with just a measly death. What she planned to do was whisper the cruelest words to him, and it was exactly what she did. Mocking sneers and cold sniggers pierced his heart. He knew most of what she said were true. He should have never been born if he was this much trouble, a regret to have around. Bran nearly cackled at the sight of bright, energy-filled eyes dull to empty lifeless ones. Fingers slowly released their grip, and his thin frame leaned out the window. Soon, sharp wind cut at him as he fell. For some strange reason, a dazed smile flitted about his face. He just realized that he was finally free from his cage. Barely held snickers were heard from the room, and suddenly, warm arms wrapped around his thin frame, and soon, a sickening crack rang throughout the night, and darkness took over.
However, hazel orbs blinked open to see an all-too familiar white room with his very few friends and family members peering down at him with the expection of Bran and Riku...
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