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Nue's Application
Topic Started: Sep 22 2010, 04:09 PM (184 Views)
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Name: Nue

Age: 21

Years of Role-playing: 12

Favorite Genre: Modern Fiction

Least Favorite Genre: Hmm...I don't have one really.

Extra: Well, I chose my user name after my favorite Japanese mythological creature and also my favorite character from the anime Karasu. I enjoy role playing anything and if you want to RP with me don't hesitate to ask.

Role Playing Sample:
Ian hummed his hands busily drawing on the blank wall before him in charcoal, after all the wall had been calling to him. Its siren song begging him to cover it with his art, so he had returned, his entire paycheck spent on mounds of charcoal and began drawing. There was a mad determined glint in his eyes as he made broad sweeps of the charcoal…never mind that he looked like he had fallen into a barrel of clinker or that the sun had begun to rise over the tops of the buildings. Hell, the sun rising would only make his canvass visible to the masses.

Smirking proudly, Ian picked up the only colored chalk in the bunch, a bright violent shade of red, and carefully began sketching and then cross-hatching until he was satisfied. Ian took a step back to admire his work; he was almost finished! A joyful little thrill ran through him just as his stomach grumbled for food and his knees became a little wobbly. He could not sleep or eat now; Ian shook his head defiantly. He had art to finish!

“Hey! You can’t draw on that building! That’s public property!”

Oh, fucking, joy. Ian rolled his eyes and scowled lazily at the intruder. As usual the fucking cops show up just when he is about to sign his masterpiece. Ian smirked arrogantly and turns around to the lone copper gazing with red-faced rage upon his painting.

“If its public property then I should be allowed to make it more interesting.” he replied, nodded towards his painting proudly. It was a barren desolate landscape with a seemingly glowing full moon the dark shadow of a wolf stained with blood pleading with wide white eyes before a large house. The owner of the house was a huge fat boar with malicious red eyes. The wolf had a rather jagged speech bubble pleading ‘Little Pig, Little Pig let me come in.’ Ian sniggered at the metaphor because knew that his pristine white building was once a police station. Chuckling then outright laughing at the police officer’s slowly purpling expression of rage, Ian turned away with a shrug and waived his hand.

“Ah go ta bed Old man.,” he drawled lazily, at the sound of furious footsteps. “You’re not goin’ ta bed are ya?” Ian asked mournfully taking off at a full run and darting down and alley and jumping over fences and the cop was still on him. “Fuck what did this bastard have for breakfast?! Jet Fuel?!” he panted unwilling to admit that despite being a skinny, lanky person he wasn’t really in good shape. Breathing raggedly Ian skidded into an abandoned building and quickly doubled back and around the officer. As the man ran off into the distance, Ian slumped on the brick wall. “I’m too old for this bullshit.” he muttered.

Which was a lie, Ian loved causing trouble especially if it was with his art. Wiping his brow, Ian dusted off his hands.

“I need a drink.” he muttered, sauntering easily down the street. He avoided the tourist section, nothing but generic bars that catered to frilly drinks and fads of the visiting populace and besides they wouldn’t be open at sunrise. He avoided Starbucks all together; the place reeked of arrogant gits who just sat around letting their heads swell up with their own self-importance. The only place he got his coffee was a little local joint by the name of Java Hut and he bounded inside a superior smile on his face.
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