01-03-2009, 08:47 AM
Hmm. I understand the rules, this could be fun. ^^ But, uhm, can we use 'OOC' to talk out of character? Just 'cause that's how we usually do it...
Name: Mian
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Weapons:![[Image: chainnunchakudr5.png]](http://img159.imageshack.us/img159/7765/chainnunchakudr5.png)
Age: 16
Orientation: Bi
Physical description:![[Image: ritmr6.png]](http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/999/ritmr6.png)
Mental Description: A playful, happy-go-lucky kid who'd rather sleep than fight. He's loud and pretty rude, as well as childish and spoilt, but most people around camp like him.
History: He was found as a child - his dad having been killed in one of the matches at the camp, and his mother's whereabouts unknown - and had been brought into camp by a man living there. He was raised by men in the camp, and lived there his whole life, beginning to participate in fights at the age of 13. He's been trained extensively in many different fighting arts, fighting being the main reason for the camp.
Likes: Sleeping, muscles and good hair.
Dislikes: Working hard, not getting his way and ugly or timid guys.
Role: Fighter
Others: Posesses no special powers, other than his surprisingly adept fighting skills.
The bus woke Mian up, to his annoyance and he watched as a group of guys got out. None of them looked particularly interesting, so he rolled over in the grass and closed his eyes.
Then he sighed and stumbled to his feet, yawning. He couldn't get back to sleep now. Watching one guy, who looked even younger than himself, a small smile crossed Mian's face. He was cute, even if he looked a little gothic, dressed entirely in black.
'Heeeey there cutie...' Mian drawled, approaching the boy.
'Aren't you a bit young to be here?'
Name: Mian
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Weapons:
Age: 16
Orientation: Bi
Physical description:
Mental Description: A playful, happy-go-lucky kid who'd rather sleep than fight. He's loud and pretty rude, as well as childish and spoilt, but most people around camp like him.
History: He was found as a child - his dad having been killed in one of the matches at the camp, and his mother's whereabouts unknown - and had been brought into camp by a man living there. He was raised by men in the camp, and lived there his whole life, beginning to participate in fights at the age of 13. He's been trained extensively in many different fighting arts, fighting being the main reason for the camp.
Likes: Sleeping, muscles and good hair.
Dislikes: Working hard, not getting his way and ugly or timid guys.
Role: Fighter
Others: Posesses no special powers, other than his surprisingly adept fighting skills.
The bus woke Mian up, to his annoyance and he watched as a group of guys got out. None of them looked particularly interesting, so he rolled over in the grass and closed his eyes.
Then he sighed and stumbled to his feet, yawning. He couldn't get back to sleep now. Watching one guy, who looked even younger than himself, a small smile crossed Mian's face. He was cute, even if he looked a little gothic, dressed entirely in black.
'Heeeey there cutie...' Mian drawled, approaching the boy.
'Aren't you a bit young to be here?'