Post by Ame Kamui on Sept 6, 2011 2:16:55 GMT -5
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(Picture edited by me. Original black-and-white link can be provided if a face claim is needed. I saw nothing saying I could not use an anime character for my appearance...plus his hat is badass.)
[/center]Hey! I go by Raven. I am eighteen and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for three years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have no other characters on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by MSN or PM.
Name: Ame Kuro Kamui
Nickname: Raven
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual until further notice, thank you. Subject to change of course...
Playby: Len Kagamine....*blush*
Member Group: Demigod Junior. Father is Thanatos.
Appearance:
Ame is the type of person who will actually walk into school wearing a black long coat, black slacks and a button-down with a tie, combat boots, gloves, and a German hat...in the middle of summer. He hates not having his jacket on and never goes anywhere without it. Over his right eye is an eye-patch to hide the mis-colored eye he has. He is quite pale, though not in the sickly type of way, and is rather...ghost-like, in terms of viewing. He is 6'5'', 168 lbs., and will beat the ever-living daylights out of you if you mess with his hat.
He is strange, Ame. One problem he has is that his hair has been, and always will be onyx. Literally, his mother tried to dye it and it just reverted. His hair will not accept color. For his eye disorder, heterochromatic eyes...His left one is a beautiful lavender while his right eye is a cat-yellow. He keeps the latter one covered so as to not hear the sudden gasps and whispers he is so accustomed to...
His overall appearance is...that of an officer's. He looks like an authoritative figure, though he is far from it in a sense.
Personality:
Ame dislikes women. Let's state that off first. Due to a series unfortunate experiences involving his mother, he became...distant. Cold, even. He is one to stand in the middle of the street and just...daydream, should the occasion arise. He does not understand the concept of "fear" or "pain" due to the emotionally...incapable boy he has become. Everything around him seems to move, but it never leads to anything...It's as if the world is stuck in an eternal loop. Never able to fast-forward, never able to rewind. His outlook on life is one that could concern many, as his ability to find value and worth within mortal -- and immortal -- life is nonexistent. He sees himself as just...an onlooker. If he participates, he will only end up being "hurt" again. But...it doesn't really stop him at times. A rather strange trait he tries to keep hidden is the fact that he has a wonderful voice, both in simply talking and in singing.
He had a strange liking towards cats...his frozen heart will actually melt and show actual signs of a person under that cold exterior when a feline is in his general vicinity. He just adores playing with them...They're fluffy and they offer him a type of comfort he never had prior to...well...his own kitten. It can give one an insight as to the person Ame might have been -- and still could be, with some help -- had his mother not been in his life. He....isn't hostile towards people...but he doesn't go out of his way to openly make friends. He usually is found writing something, rather than socializing. It's just his way of life...
Likes:
Kittens
Poetry
Tall places
Writing
Daydreaming
Dislikes:
The thought of his mother
Most women
Eggplants
Sour things
Drama
Mother: Sojika Kamui -- Deceased -- You...don't want to know.
Father: Thanatos -- Older than dirt -- Greek God of Death
Siblings: N/A
Pets: N/A
History:
Ame was forced into being a slave, essentially, by his mother. He never knew the meaning of freedom. He was not treated like an actual person, not allowed to go to school, and not allowed to have anything as his own. He didn't know what it was like to be happy. He had to cater to the needs of everyone else, giving up what he cherished for their own selfish needs. This manifested into the cold exterior that he wears today. He became numb to pain, to fear. They were emotions that he associated with so much that his ability to register being sad or afraid just....stopped working. His mother was killed in a drunk driving incident, which left him an estate of money and the likes. His usage for the money? Buying books. He prefers to read rather than associate with most, though that can be changed...
In-depth on his slavery...He was forced to sleep outside of the house, going to the neighbors to ask if he could sleep there for the night as he was deemed too "idiotic" to remain in the household when his mother's friends came over. He was fed table scraps to live off of, and his birthdays were never celebrated. To his mother, he was just a tool, a puppet, that she could use to her own desires. When she died, he enrolled himself in home-schooling, catching up on all that he had missed education-wise. He caught up at an incredibly fast rate, and ended up in the one and only boarding school itself after reading an article that stated that High School interaction was required to come to full realization of the bullshit that one has to deal with in life. His view on his so-called "father" is that he was just some poor man his mother had screwed for the sake of upgrading her social status through means of blackmail, so he does not attempt to give him another thought. Of course, he is aware of what he can do as the child of Thanatos...he just seems to not really be bothered by it enough to question it. As long as it keeps people away from him...
Code Word: nummies
Roleplay Post
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| [atrb=style, padding: 5px; background: url('http://i195.photobucket.com/albums/z86/Tragedy_in_hiding/emptycalorieslight2.png'); text-align: center; border-top: 4px solid #f6dde3;-moz-border-radius:6em;border-left: 4px solid #f6dde3;] Again, I want love more... Diaphragm is popping up more... ✂ Hazumi blushed and looked down as she listened to what he said about his sister. So she was mean or something of the likes? Aww...She looked up when he replied to her bombardment of random questions, and that bright light of curiosity came to her eyes once again as she smiled and listened intently. "Idiots like them should learn to behave...Shooting someone over something like that...It must be a stressful job. It's nice to see that you're not bratty either! N-Not that I-I'm comp-plaining!" Her face heated up as she heard a dinging noise resound from the kitchen. She stood up and immediately ran in, calling out to Riley. "Do continue to talk, please! Dinner will be out in a moment!" She made two bowls of the Mongolian stir-fry she had put on for him. Her mind was scrambled as she tried to think of what it was she had wanted to ask him earlier...Sigh, she would probably remember him later. For now, she had to get him fed! "A Fighter trainer? Hmm. How do you train them? Surely not through spell battles or the like?" She came back in, setting a bowl down in front of him and holding her own in front of her face to try and seep in the warmth, face mimicking a tomato's when he offered to share his own heat with her. She shook her head, her bowl being set down as she held her hands up. "O-Oh, no! P-Please do relax! I-I don't want to be a bother...." Her gaze dropped as she bit her lip, trying to figure how out to phrase her words right. Why was she stuttering? She hated it when she stuttered. It always made her seem....silly. Dumb. Stupid. Waah...With a soft sigh she looked up at him, her voice soft as she spoke. "I'm sorry if I'm acting strange...I just...er...Want to try and make sure you're comfortable and have everything you want." Which was true. She did want that for him. Sometimes though, she found it hard to communicate...especially when it was someone she had to try her best for. It made her feel like...anything she did wasn't good enough. Her head dropped back down and she sighed inwardly. How was she going to survive the day...? She would either drive him mad with her paranoia or drive herself crazy with her obsession to make him happy. It was a lose-lose situation for her at the moment as she attempted to eat, absent-minded and not paying attention to how many minutes, and yelped as she began fanning her tongue when she burned it with the food. The work dropped to the floor and she whined. "Owwwww!!!!!!!!!" Jeez she was clumsy when she was scared. Right and Wrong are both life-sized. TAGS: Riley ● WORDS: 479 ● LYRICS: Ura-Omote Lovers NOTES: I died because I had to come back from Florida. ;-; New layout is new. |
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