Posts by black.paper.moon

[|Sorry for the long-ish reply guys, I can get kind of carried away XD|]
Usagi sat in the branches of a tree, looking out onto the vast campus before her. Her back relied heavily on the support of the trunk behind her, the bark slightly catching at the fabric of her school uniform. That was the first thing that pushed her buttons about this school. Uniforms. Skirts, uptight shirts, the style made the red head want to gag almost. However, it was better than doing her time in a federal prison for 50 years for black market participation and more than she can count of first degree murder charges. Now she was at that god-forsaken school, suspended by a sturdy branch in the softly moving air that weaved through her fire-like locks, swinging them back and forth. She had to admit, her life had never been more peaceful. And the dorms sure as hell beat the motels that always seemed to be inundated with mold and rats. The teenager sighed, closing her eyes and letting her senses take over.

There were faint sounds of birds singing tunes that sometimes clashed in tone, making an eerie yet interesting melody. The wind blew against her skin, wonderfully cool during that spring morning. She had always loved the cold and how it sent a shiver down her spine. Her fingertips tapped against the coarse bark underneath her that she balanced on, the wood leaving small indents on her fingers. The shade of the leaves provided a coverage from any and all sun in which Usagi strongly despised. It was all so calming. Just perfe—

“F*ckballs!” The girl squeaked as the sense of equilibrium had momentarily left her and her body tilted a tad too far over to the side. Her back scraped against the trunk of the tree before her entire body began hurling toward the ground, her attempt to grab the branches proving to be utterly useless. She had a feeling the calm nature was a little too good to be true. Usagi collided with the grass below her with a THUD, a sharp pain shooting up her back as she convulsed slightly. After a moment, the red head relaxed once again, the pain leaving just as swiftly as it came. The weapon hybrid decided to remain on the ground, feeling a bit too lethargic to have the energy needed to get back up again.

“I guess Murphy’s Law just wants to f*ck me up the ass today, doesn’t it?” she muttered under her breath, closing her eyes and sighing once again as she tried to recollect her composure. Ah, what a wonderful start to her first day. [|Taste the sarcasm|]

Usagi’s eyes darted over to the sound of a mellifluous voice bouncing against her ear drum as if they were instruments. Her mind was still a bit dazed from the collision course, however, she could hear the voice clear as day. Even though her vision was still recomposing itself. The girl decided that she should at least show a little respect for the shadow haired female who acknowledged her. This collected enough will power for her to force herself up onto her feet and lerch open her mouth once she managed to completely position herself upright. She tugged at the bottom of her long sleeved shirt as if it were beginning to hike up her body, but it was simply out of nervous habit. No purpose.

“It’s something I tend to blame for my clumsy nature.” she commented, brushing blades of grass off of her shoulders and arms before making light eye contact again, shrugging as if it was simply an ‘Oh well’ situation. Usagi studied the stranger that approached her, noticing something interesting about her soul. She did not quite know what it was, but she definitely wanted to figure it out. ‘Are all the students like this?’ she asked herself internally, reading the girl’s appearance almost like a book. She did not assume that she would converse with a patron at the school until she got into a physical disagreement or something that led to an intense death glare competition, let alone have a basic meeting with a fairly attractive person. ‘Oh who am I kidding everyone here is f*cking hot,’ she admitted to herself with an incoherent sigh. Then, she snapped back into reality, realizing she left the girl hanging as she zoned out into blank space.

“The name’s Usagi. Who are you?” she finished, tilting her head in inquiry as she crossed her arms and leaned back against the trunk of the tree that she had much recently taken a fall out of. She would normally stick her hands in her own back pockets, but, much to her disappointment, skirts were pocketless.

Usagi was never really much of the perverted type, in fact, typically sex was the last thing on her mind. Well, unless it was in the form of a dark joke. That was the exception. Hence the reason why the red head couldn’t help but let out a short spurt of laughter as she saw the strange girl’s skirt fly up. She just found it funny how things that were more likely to happen in that she watched truly happened quite frequently in the real world.

“Nice to meet you Kurai. Looks like we got off to one hell of a start,” she joked with her slightly raspy voice due to lung complications and the fact that her voice was just naturally a bit lower than most girlish females. Usagi never really had an issue with the length of the skirts, in fact, she could not care less. She, however, wore dark shaded tights in order to ensure the safety of her “womanhood,” for lack of a better turn. She stuck out her hand in introduction, awaiting to see if “Kurai” was willing to accept her hand in acquaintanceship.

"So I'm attempting to scout out my classes from that tree, but I guess the tree didn't like me all up in his sh*t. Do you wanna try and find those god-forsaken classes with me?" she offered, tilting her head once again in inquiry.

Usagi’s eyes widened in surprise at the news. Turns out she was given wrong directions after all. It was a school of delinquents, and she wanted to slap herself for forgetting that crucial detail. She was always used to weak people who would never get their hands dirty, therefore hiring her to do the job for them. But this time she was dealing with people that could get into her mind the same way she could get into theirs. She had to prepare herself for when she would be equally matched in both skill and intellect. She placed her hands on her face in disappointment, proceeding to laugh once again at her own folly once she was helped up.

“Ah damn, I swear I’m a f*cking airhead sometimes, don’t mind me. I think I may just walk around until I find my sh*t, I’ll get to see more things that way,” she decided, blowing a piece of her slightly overgrown bangs out of her face, only to have them fall back in the path of her vision, which was still frankly a little off from the collision of the fall. She also decided to begin airing on the side of caution with this girl, considering she was reminded of the entertaining deceit just moments before. She looked at the girl for a moment, reading her microexpressions and body language.

“So, uh, by the looks of it I’m guessing you’re definitely new here,” she assumed, attempting to study the girl as best as possible. She always enjoyed acquiring the upper hand, and what she was doing was a fairly simple act to gain just that. She wanted to keep the statement simple, for saying ‘Because of the way you carry yourself and your knowledge and slightly condescending microexpressions you appear to be experienced with this school,’ but not only would that most likely confuse her, but it would also give away her partial analytical thought process. Explicit content that she wished to not give away freely.

Why hello there biatches I am the one they called moon in case you were wondering hehe

Hell yeah! We have so many people requesting!

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[size=9pt]NAME »[/size]
Ryot “Gin” Ai

[size=9pt]NICKNAME(S) »[/size]
Gin [|Old Motocross name referring to the alcoholic substance and her middle name|]

[size=9pt]GENDER »[/size]
Female

[size=9pt]AGE »[/size]
23

[size=9pt]SEXUALITY »[/size]
Bisexual

[size=9pt]RANK »[/size]
Inside Leader

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[size=9pt]WRITTEN DESCRIPTION »[/size]
Ryot is an average sized female, with mid back length hair, nothing much to it. She is occasionally referred to as an albino due to her exasperatingly light shade of blonde hair. Her golden eyes are likely the most emotive thing about her. Though her face seems to hold no emotion, her eyes could quite possibly hold everything she is trying to keep buried deep in her mind. She also wears her mother’s old dog tags from when she served in the military, believing they bring her luck and peace of mind just like her mother used to bring her. Underneath her short cloak, she keeps a plethora of knives strapped to her body. Stilettos strapped to her wrists, a dagger attached to the small of her back by holster, and 10 throwing knives strapped to her thighs over her jeans, five each thigh.

[size=9pt]HEIGHT »[/size]
5’4”

[size=9pt]HAIR COLOR »[/size]
A blonde as bright as a white light, almost to the shade of a cream white due to its albino-like color.

[size=9pt]EYE COLOR »[/size]
A gold much like the sands of egypt mixed with the gold hidden in the pyramids.

[size=9pt]SKIN TONE »[/size]
Pale as f*ck

[size=9pt]CLOTHING TYPE »[/size]
Typically wears basic jeans and the cloak designated for the gang, a plain tee shirt underneath with chucks for shoes [|In case none of you know, chucks refer to converse|]. The color of her short-length cloak is a designated red because of, not only her rank, but the fact that it reminds her of Pilot [|Arkill’s character|] and the color her old Motocross bike was. It makes her feel as if Pilot is there to help protect her and give her strength.

[size=9pt]BODY MODIFICATIONS »[/size]
Tattoo of angel wings on her back, signifying honor for her dead family.
[Angel Tattoo]
Tattoo of a thorned Rose vine running up and down her right arm in signification of the song “Every Rose Has Its Thorns” by Poison.
[Rose Tattoo]
“To my family, and the friends that became my family” on the left side of her ribs. The meaning is fairly self-explanatory.
[Quote Tattoo]
She also has the fox’s gang symbol on the left side of her collarbone.

[size=9pt]BIKE DESCRIPTION »[/size]
[Motorcycle Thingy]
[Helmet]

[size=9pt]PREFERRED WEAPONS »[/size]
Unbalanced throwing knives, stiletto knives, daggers, wakizashi [|short katanas|]

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[size=9pt]PERSONALITY »[/size]
If anything stood out about her personality, it would be that she is brutally honest about anything and everything. She will say whatever is on her mind and whatever she happens to be thinking about. It is almost like nothing in her mind stays a secret unless she needs it to be. [|The only things she finds valuable to hide are romantic feelings and past experiences|]. Her mind works like a computer, her analytical skills being her main strength, and, due to her thought process, she speaks in a monotonous tone most of the time. The only moments she ever shows emotion, they are typically forced. This results in the fact that each forced emotion sounds comically sarcastic, such as laughing. Of course, when they are truly genuine, that is when they make it appear like she morphed into a completely different person. The only common time she shows emotion is when she figures out something that she finds amazing, when one of her fears is experienced, or when a terrible mission suddenly goes right, which are rare occurrences in it of themselves. Ryot also has an extremely perverted nature at times.

Random Fact: Most of the time when she is working on plans she tends to listen to intense screamo or rock music, claiming it “helps her focus.”

[size=9pt]LIKES »[/size]
-Music/Writing music and playing her guitar
-Anything that slightly interests her
-Being around her sister-figure Pilot
-Pilot's crazy notions
-Violence [|it’s her guilty pleasure|]
-Taking down any upper power whenever possible
-When a plan goes perfectly
-People that generally can stand her presence
-Fruits and anything that could make a normal individual fatten up like a pig
-Tittehs
-Card games
-Has a secret obsession with eating pickles

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-People that attempt to force things upon her
-Rich people, any sort of upper power
-People that talk like a “stereotypical Caucasian female” [|As she put it|]
-kinky sh*t
-When a plan goes to sh*t
-Those who do not appreciate life.
-Anyone who even remotely f*cks with Pilot or Wolf
-Ohio
-Corn
-Those two things are just sketchy as f*ck, right Pilot??

[size=9pt]STRENGTHS »[/size]
-Overthinks situations [|This can be both a weakness and a strength|]
-Trains herself in blade combat [|Mainly throwing knives and close dagger fighting|]
-Typically does not let emotions get in the way of any decisions or her everyday life
-Can easily cheat someone out of a card game or just whoop their ass in general

[size=9pt]WEAKNESSES »[/size]
-Overthinks situations
-Is physically weak for the most part
-Always says what is on her mind [|This can be good and bad, but mostly bad when it comes to situations|].

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[size=9pt]HISTORY »[/size]
When Ryot was 17, her parents were brutally murdered by a serial killer known as “The Smiley Face Killer.” The man was caught and brought into court, but was released due to his connections and vast amount of money. This is where Ryot’s hatred for the government and rich people sprouted. From 17 to 18, she lived with her older brother who took her in. They were not that close before the tragedy, but eventually developed an extremely close relationship due to the fact that they were the only family each other had left. She eventually moved out with her good friend “Auto-Pilot,” whom she met at a motocross derby, and after a week or two, Pilot came up with the epiphany of the gang. Unfortunately, within the time span of an estimated year, her brother had died after a fatal train accident. After the death of her family and the exoneration of the serial killer, Ryot dispelled the entirety of her emotions in fear that they would force her to execute the killer on the grounds of revenge or that the grief of losing her family would become a weakness. Before this, she was an outgoing child, always laughing and reflecting happiness, being as charismatic as an energizer bunny on crack [|For lack of a better term|]. Her entire existence relied on the love and happiness of others. Now that she rid herself of all emotion, not so much. Now all she has left is the gang and Pilot, but that is actually enough for her. Her friend had been there for her through thick and thin, and she was eternally grateful. She just didn't quite know how to show it. However, her burning hatred for authority thrived, convincing her to form the biker gang she is now the hidden leader of. After a while, Ryot found that she could seek comfort in writing her feelings in the form of a song and strums of the guitar that her father gave her when she was little. She now writes songs [|The only true emotion she seemed to have at this point|] as an escape instead of relying on people for consolation, her guitar having a place on her back when she transports it from hotel to hotel.

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[size=9pt]RELATIONSHIP STATUS »[/size]
Single.

[size=9pt]CRUSH »[/size]
"This information seems absolutely unavailing. Who would want to acquire these specific words? There is no point whatsoever to this inquiry" The rambling means she's trying to hide her crush on Wolf HAHA she only ever has and will ever tell Laylen about this

[size=9pt]BOYFRIEND / GIRLFRIEND »[/size]
“For now I feel as if acquiring a significant other is utterly futile,”

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[size=9pt]FEARS »[/size]
-Being left behind or forgotten
-Losing anyone she gets attached to [|*cough* Pilot *cough*|]
-Flashing lights
-Loud noises or loud crowds

[size=9pt]DREAMS »[/size]
-Finding another family. [|Has already been achieved|]
-Also, to somehow regain some of her old personality. She has been so emotionless for so long that she forgot how to be whom she was before.

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[size=9pt] THEME SONG »[/size]
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[youtube]NCiH7LAg7PE[/youtube]

[size=9pt]OTHER »[/size]
Competitive Motocross Experience [|Amateur|]

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Yay welcome to our thread person ^.^

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The delinquent female nodded in devout clarification at Kurai’s inquiry, her fairly overgrown bangs bobbing along with her head like tiny spurts of crimson fire.
“Yeah, it’s my first year here.” She reassured, turning around in the direction of the buildings that reflected the blue winter sky off the newly polished windows. She lifted her hand in a slipshod wave as a non-verbal goodbye. She looked behind her shoulder at the girl, a mischievous smirk lifting at the corner of her lips, her dark red eyes remembering the image of the fellow student for later recognition.
“See you on the flip side, Kurai,” she dismissed, turning her head back around in order to face forward, her feet carrying her further away from the area in which she fell onto.
Usagi reached into the miniscule sized sweater pocket of her uniform, pulling out a crumbled up post it note that was undoubtedly shoved into the pocket without a care. As she continued to move, her posture as lazily erect as it always had been, she unraveled the wad of paper, reading its limited contents.
“Dorm 7, roommate: Risa,” she read from the form. Spotting a bench out of the corner of her optics, she sidestepped her way over to the iron seating area, plopping herself down onto the bench in order to take a look at her surroundings from another perspective other than the tree she perched herself in earlier. She raised her head from its bowed position, looking around at the campus once again. However, once she looked to her left, she found herself staring at a man sitting directly next to her, someone she may come to know as Sora. Unaware of this circumstance beforehand, she jerked away from him a little, surprised at the mass of flesh when she was expecting to encounter an empty presence.
“Sh*it…” she muttered under heavy breath, clutching her chest as if she was experiencing a heart attack until her heartbeat began to slow down once again.

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hOsHI's a CaNCeR tOO?? YES CANCER'S UNITE!

YESSS I'VE NEVER MET SO MANY CANCERS HELLS YEAH

F*ck yeah, let the world become in possession of the cancers mwahahahaaha *evil laugh that turns into tripping and falling* *the grace of a thousand kings*

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At the sound of Sora’s voice, Usagi calmed slightly, relaxing and chuckling nervously at the realization that the male might have been beyond confused at the lack of lax she possessed only a quick moment previously. She diverted her gaze toward the male with hair that reminded her of midnight shadows on the ground, her eyes collected with caution, but her facial expression just seemed slightly embarrassed due to her surprise episode.
“Uh… Yeah sorry. You just startled me a little. I didn’t know I was ploppin’ a seat next to someone, just wasn’t paying attention,” she explained, her breath finally slowing down so her chest rose and fell at a normal pace. Finally, her thoughts snapped into place once again. This man actually seemed calm and collected, someone who should not belong in a school filled with misfits. This confused Usagi beyond belief, dazing her enough to where she did not realize she stared at him with great skeptic flashing within her irises that appeared as if they had a small spark within them, just itching to ignite with adrenaline. “What the actual hell is he doing here? He doesn’t look like he should be here… Well I guess nothing is as it seems but still” she analyzed in more of a rant than a simple sentence, her thoughts waltzing out of her mouth without consent. However, Usagi was not aware of the fact that she spoke, in fact, she thought the phrase stayed in her brain where it should have remained. She continued to tilt her head in inquiry, trying to piece together the odd puzzle of this boy. That was what she did most of the time, try to figure people out. It was almost like an entertaining game. Humanity fascinated her, with everything so complicated yet so simple. It was truly a beautiful disaster to her indeed.
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Dungii I love you so much you're f*cking awesome XDXD. And I agree the bet idea seems fairly interesting, especially if you put an extremely pain-worthy wager hehe~

Laylen's bio is fabulous as f*ck XD. And yes the first and second ideas sound awesome Hoshi!

Because Ohio is f*cking with all of our minds I know right, they all sound frankly interesting and oddly awesome haha

AND YESSSSSS PLEASE

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The words of the man flew into her ears like soft notes from an instrument. She found his voice quite soothing, almost like a cool glass of water on a summer’s day. It was rare to find that kind of voice. But, she realized what the voice was beginning to say. A response to her thoughts? “Wait, you could hear that?” she asked with a shocked tone laced in her words, extremely appalled at this point. It was a school for delinquent creatures of unbelievable power, maybe one of his abilities allows him to read minds at will. But her assumptions were immediately shot down as if his words were arrows when she heard a second response.
“You do realize you spoke to me, right?”
Usagi’s face began to heat up like the earth in the middle of the day, the feeling of her face reddening lightly causing her to feel the urge to hide in her mass of champagne hair. Whenever she slipped up, the blush was always there to make everything just a little bit worse. Well, that along with her sudden inability to speak.
“I was… I was… Sh*t I was… F*ckballs I didn’t mean to… You just seemed—“ It appeared as if she was incapable of finishing any form of a sentence due to her constant ramblings that most likely made no sense whatsoever to the stranger in front of her. Along with her arms flailing in failed explanation, she could not help but feel like a black sheep in the situation, knowing that this man most likely assumed that she was absolutely insane. Eventually, the girl gave up, no longer caring what Sora thought of her. She never really cared in the first place, but sometimes she wanted to give off a decent first impression just for fun. To the looks of it, she knew it went to hell. Unless the male was as crazy as her, which was close to impossible.
“Damn, I’m wonderful at first impressions, huh? Sorry to make things fifty shades of f*cking odd,” she said, finally allowing a full statement to escape her lips in her slightly raspy voice as a light smirk flashed across her face instead of a skin pigment of rosy red. Today just loved her.
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I cant wait till this role play this sounds so f*cking awesome agh