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Post by Yuki Shimada on May 15, 2014 18:05:22 GMT -7
Yuki Shimada
Yuki Shimada Twenty-Four Nefarious Snake Face Despair Ryuudamon, Veemon, Gaomon FACE CLAIM: Hazama ANIMANGA: Blazblue GENDER: Male HEIGHT: 6'0 WEIGHT: 150lbs APPEARANCE Yuki stands at 6'0 sporting rather fancy clothing. He wears a simple black suit with a white shirt underneath, a pair of brown straps / gloves to protect his wrists and help his grip on things and weapons. He has a pair of steel toed boots that provide decent support, the steel for amplifying any sort of kicks he may do. In terms of pants, he has a simple pair of black trousers held up by two brown belts along with a suit jacket that goes up to his knees to give it a cape like look. In an attempt to make a fresh start on his life and make a unique appearance for himself, Yuki has dyed his hair a bright green and adorned yellow contacts to his usual black hair and brown eyes. While it does make him stick out like a sore thumb, the color green was too much to not resist and even goes with the outfit. To finish, Yuki dons a black fedora simply because it looks nice with the ensemble. LIKES
DISLIKES
To be blunt, Yuki is rather shy for a young adult. While most would be living it up in the nightlife and generally doing what they wished, Yuki takes the slow route. He loves to enjoy things at the slow pace, be it food or experiences. He doesn't like to be rushed as it makes him feel panicked and constricted. He believes himself to be a bit of a free spirit and goes wherever he means to to try and make something of himself or to simply just find new places. Despite his lanky body, Yuki is incredibly active and even partook in a few kick boxing classes even though the fighting style has no use in the current time. As calm and collected Yuki is, when he's backed into a corner or feels like all is lost, expect him to go a bit crazy. By crazy, we mean lost temper, a few overreactions here and there. With his carefree attitude, some might consider Yuki to be utterly selfish with no regard for the sake of others that aren't close to him. If something goes down, expect him to cut ties and pretend he doesn't even known you to save his own skin. HISTORY
MEMBER NAME: TDramon AGE: 20 OTHER CHARACTERS: None ROLEPLAY SAMPLE Hmm, how to answer his question. Frankly, Dai could either flat out lie, or tell some truth with a lie in it. It made more sense with the former. After the entire situation had defused, Kojima-san had asked if he ever had an encounter with a digimon before all of this. Putting a hand to his chin, his mind flashed back to the incident and where his scanner device had shown up. He still hadn’t told them about it, and he had no intention of ever telling them, but why not mention a slight appearance? Hopefully that should sedate them for now. “Hmm, I remember something pushing me out of the way of the car before I got hit, but I don’t think that might be what you’re looking for.” The teen apologized. Kurtis had said something out loud about people not being able to stand him. Not even a second later and he had noticed that he was talking out loud and excused himself to the bathroom. Daisuke scowled as he took another bite of the candy bar before standing up. “I’m really sorry for this, but I have to get going. I’m pretty sure that I’ve worried my parents enough today, If that’s alright with you.” He said, scratching the back of his head before turning around. “It was nice meeting you guys. If you ever need help, I’m not that hard to find.” He chuckled before leaving the arcade. As soon as he took his leave and meshed into the crowd, the teenager took a sigh of relief. Man, was that one close. Leaving the location, Daisuke wondered if leaving was the right idea. No one had told him to leave, and he had told the truth. After almost being hit by a car, his parents were still worried sick about him, so heading home would most likely put those feelings to rest. That and the fact that he’d felt like he’d overstayed his welcome enough. Kurtis wasn’t the thing that triggered these feelings; it was more Daigo and Kojima than anything. In Daisuke’s life, he normally had to work for himself and kept to the background. The fact that they actually defended someone they had just met not only an hour ago made Daisuke feel…odd. Not odd as in “what are these guys doing”, but rather why were they doing it in the first place. It was just all too complicated, he thought. He needed to distract himself for the night. Maybe doing some homework would do just that. |
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