Posts by Hyourinmaru

[Nope, don't think so.]

[FANCYPOST bgcolor= bordercolor=#D5DADD; background: url(http://th06.deviantart.net/fs7…___by_masihil-d646p85.jpg); height: 170px; width: 380px; border: 1px solid #758fa3; border-radius: 60px 60px 6px 6px;]

[/fancypost]
[FANCYPOST bgcolor=#C4CBCF bordercolor=#15157C; height: 240px; width: 390px; border-radius: 6px; border: 1px solid #7a9eba; overflow: hidden;]

[size=8px]-[/size]
[FANCYPOST bgcolor=#627B8F bordercolor=; border-width: 0px; width: 480px; height: 30px; opacity: .4; margin-left: -50px; color: #e1ecf4; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: center; font-size: 9px;]
[size=3px]filler text; don't remove ;3[/size]
muse;; texthere || tags;; texthere || texttext
[/fancypost]
[FANCYPOST bgcolor=#DBDDDE bordercolor=; border-width: 0px; width: 480px; height: 30px; opacity: .4; margin-right: -235px; transform: rotate(90deg); margin-top: -40px;]
[/fancypost]
[/fancypost][c]τσχΐπ

[Kay, do you wanna start rping again?]

Levi Ackerman. Attack on Titan.

If we need characters I could make another one.

[WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU PETERS PLEASE HURRY AND GIVE THEM TO JESSIE.]

Can you reserve an Independent for me?

|| Bᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴄᴇɴᴇs ||
Display Name:
°•Hyourinmaru 氷輪丸•°
General Muse:
Around 8/10, been looking for a thread like this.
Activity:
7/10
Depends entirely on homework and what I have in the afternoon.
What should I call you?:
Hyou or Maru. It doesn't matter.

○ ○ ○

|| Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ Sᴜʀғᴀᴄᴇ ||
[img width=510 height=337]http://sphotos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/…674587656_644496962_n.jpg[/img]
"The world is not all that pretty, so don't fall prey into it's pretty surface."

Full Name:
"Name's Sebastian Francois Delacroix."
Gang Name:
"Virus. My gang name is Virus."
Reason for Gang Name:
You'll never know he's there until it's too late, like you'll never find a virus until it starts to destroy you.
Gender:
"I was quite sure that was obvious."

Male
Age:
Twenty-two
Brief Description of Appearance:
Sebastian stands at 5'6 and 52kg with a lean build. He has dark brown hair and a pair of steel grey eyes. His appearance changes time to time, whether its hair color or eye color. Sometimes he goes out in forest green contacts and blonde hair. It all depends. He has fair skin that doesn't seem to burn under the sun and has never grown hair on his face. His face is quite narrow with high cheekbones. He has one piercing on his ear and one on his lip, the lip piercing being worn more often. When he wears the ear piercing, it's a black chain and cuff made from steel. His eyes look lighter farther away, but if you walk up and peer into his eyes, they are actually lightly tinted with a blue color.
Personality:
Cold-
Sebastian would be described as cold. He isn't particular nice and that wouldn't be the first thing you think of him when you meet him. He, just simply doesn't care sometimes. It's much like he has no feelings at all, but that's what everybody thinks when they first meet him. He doesn't take flirting and has a dry sense of humor. Though he isn't selfish or greedy, you could say he is incredibly rude. Rudely polite.
Stoic-
He doesn't give a sh*t what most other people think of him. Just the people that he cares. He not entirely devoid of emotions, just he doesn't show it much. As if you were to give your honest opinion of him, he wouldn't care. He simple wouldn't care at all. It just wouldn't bother him. He understands that showing emotions isn't going to change the outcome of the situation. Sebastian really only reacts emotionally to situations he truly cares about.
Sarcastic-
It's terrible. He manages to piss off a lot of people just by talking to them. Talking to them. Really? He has the worst sense of humor so I'll just put that here. It's dry as heck and nobody really gets it. If he just starts laughing at the worst thing, it's probably his sense of humor. Nobody really knows if he's telling you good job or telling you that you've messed up everything in the whole task. Sebastian tries to keep it to a limit at most times but it slips quite often.
Kind-
Okay, with all the personality traits up there you're gonna think I'm crazy. He is kind, it just in his own way. He doesn't act like it, but he cares about all his friends. Well, what he calls friends. Sebastian may not show it, but when people are hurt, it hurts him though not in a way where he shows it. It's not like his heart is truly cold. He has soft spots and is one of those people that are truly kind in their own way. Like, he will listen to you, though he might make a sarcastic comment after, he is listening to you and does care about what your telling him.
Intelligent-
Well, he's not dumb so....he's smart enough to know when to keep his trap shut and when to open it. This is an personality I really don't know how to explain. Everyone is intelligent in their own way. It doesn't matter in what it is in. He knows when to move, when to act, and when to just let things happen.
Crass-
This is one of those emotions that are similar to the ones above. He's blunt to simply state it and won't hesitant to tell you exactly what's on his mind. He might compare the look on your face to one of being seriously constipated or taking a sh*t. It's not exactly a nice thing, but it's better than some things that people are.
Rank:
Independent
Accent:
British - Northern English
Country of Origin:
France

|| Bᴇ-Fʀɪᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴏᴜɴᴅ ||

Family:
Penelope Delacroix [deceased mother -- illness -- stage four cancer]
Henri Delacoix [deceased father -- accident -- cause unknown]
Alexandre Delacoix [brother-- twenty-four-- specific whereabouts unknown]
History:
Sebastian was born in Marseille, France, two years after his brother, Alexandre. His childhood was rough and he never turned out the way his mother wanted him to. A bit to quiet and liked fighting just a bit too much. He and his brother often got in trouble. Whether it was getting provoked into a fistfight on the streets, going out to play football after school and coming home late. He was intelligent though, his grades never dropping. Even though he was considered one of the worst students by behavior, he never got below an A in the American grading system. They learned the hard way to fight properly, often getting the sh*t beat out them. He learned not to fight fair, but to fight to win.
At sixteen, while still in school, his family moved to England. It was hard to adapt to a new language and a different environment. He still mixes French in his speech, using it as a resort to cursing without being understood. In England, he still was the student that none of the teachers liked. They grudgingly accepted because of the grades and he had stopped getting in as many fights. In the summer is when he first killed someone. Sebastian and Alexandre were heading home. Perhaps if Alexandre hadn't asked to play another game of football they wouldn't have seen that man mugging someone. Maybe if he wasn't armed and tried to stab Sebastian it would've gone better. Alexandre had the man in a headlock and Sebastian simply pushed the bone in his nose up into the man's head. They didn't sleep that night.
After that they were never quite the same. Sebastian didn't provoke fights as much. His grades wavered for a month before he pulled himself back up. In the years, they grew to accept it was self-defense and the world wasn't as much as a kind place as they took it while they were younger. Once they finished high school, Sebastian moved to London. Alexandre left the country and moved to New Haven, Connecticut.
He started out as a barista in a coffee shop. Starbucks to specific. Sebastian went to college, he got tired of it, finding that he didn't want to major in law. He got over killing. It became second nature and it turned out he was good at it. He started out as a hired assassin. Shooting down people from the rooftops. He still had morals though, never taking a job that killed anyway under forty and they had to have a good reason. He just stopped after the tenth kill, realizing that he was going to h*ll, but didn't want to spend the rest of his life killing like that. So, he stayed as a barista with a year or so of law school along with that.


Pet:
Levi, a black and cream German Shepherd.
[Click]
Weapon of choice:
ArmaLite AR-24 with a silencer. He carries a knife in his boot for close combat.
Likes (At least 3):
-High places, where he can see everything.
-Piercings
-Combat boots.
-Birds.
-Tea. Any kind. Likes it a bit more than coffee.
-Classical and alternate rock music.
-Playing the piano.
-Apples. He could probably live off of them.
-Bubble Tea. Ya know? That Asian drink with black pearls? Heaven.
-Knives. Blades. He owns like twenty or more.
-Books. Really, good fantasy books.
-Sniper rifles. Like getting on a roof and sniping people down.
Dislikes (Minimum of 3):
-Whiny people. Especially girls.
-People with attitudes or bossy nature.
-Hot weather. He absolutely hates summer.
-Messes. Any type.
-Regretting a decision.
-Public speaking. Horrible.
-Really strong cologne or perfume.
-Being underground. He really doesn't like taking the tube, but does it anyways.
-Hangovers.
-Being pressured or having someone up in his space.
-Pink. The absolute worst color ever.
-Laces and ribbons.

Skills (Maximum of 5):
-Blending in with a crowd.
-Changing appearances.
-Has wicked aim with any firearm.
-Thinking fast in tight situations.
Flaws (Minimum of 3):

-Being in an enclosed space. Not quite claustrophobia.
-He smokes. Tries to stop, but when he's stressed, he smokes.
-Curses quite a lot and doesn't mind dirtying his hands.
-Scared of spiders. It's petty, but he's shot at a spider before.

Any addictions?:
Sometimes he can't focus without some form of nicotine.
Any body modifications:
A lip piercing and a ear piercing along with a few tattoos. The tattoo is a pair of inky black wings that stretch from his shoulders to the end of his spine. Along with that is the gang tattoo and the silhouettes of flying birds going up his neck and curling around his left ear.
[Click]

|| Hᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ Cᴏᴜʀᴛsʜɪᴘ ||
Turn-ons:
-Smart girls. Doesn't like oblivious airheads.
-Black hair.
-Blue eyes.
-Girls that play instruments.
-Athlete and cute.
-Not too girly, but not to masculine.
-Light skin.
-Honey brown eyes.
Turn-offs:
-Bossy girls.
-Brats.
-Overly dressed people.
-A girl who always demands his attention.
-Pushing to much. Especially about his work.
-Never remembering anything he says.
-Blondes.
-Noticeable fake sh*t. Like bigger breast or altered nose.
Relationship?:
"Currently single. Don't really like girls that much."

He's dates girls and guys before. No committed relationships.
Crush:
"No. No one."

Theme Song:
[youtube]jFp75vC6RVI[/youtube]

Other?:
Nothing I can think of. I read the rules.

Ugh, there no free ranks left. I guess I made a form for nothing, oops.

That's me for not checking first.

I think that's what I'll do. Thanks.

2

Thank you so much! Yeah, Levi is the best.

I've finished the whole anime series. Keeping up with the latest chapters in the manga.

I can't find a good theme song. Why.

4

Shine of the Moon that Hangs in the Sky

You need to read the manga. Lots of good sh*t you're missing over there. Agree wholeheartedly, Levi's voice was funky.

I would like to politely point out I play Virus not Shire Rosewoods.

[font=andale mono]
The darkness was getting to him. The lack of modern technology in the room. It was barely bright enough inside the room to see his own hands in front of him. His head snapped up as he heard the voice of their leader. Find everything there is to know about this crime scene. He drifted away from the corpse, scanning the dim room for anything. Smudges on the windows, scuffs where maybe someone wasn't careful enough as they walked, or anything personal of the women's.

His grey eyes sweep the room, lingering on the spaces no one would think to look. He spotted the staircase, quickly slipping up to the second floor. The women had no shoes on. Wasn't that odd? She looked as shoes would be needed with her attire. The quiet creaks as he made his way up the stairs was the only sound he made. The rooms upstairs weren't any better. At least three candles flickering in their holders, but nothing modern at all.

He made sure to watch were he was putting his feet as he explored the upper level. No shoes. Barely an furniture at all or in any cause, light. He dragged his finger along a drawer, lifting it up and scowling slightly at the dust on his finger. Moving along to the next room, slightly bigger than the previously with a window that let in some more light. A bed, queen-sized at the most with messy sheets. Everything looked in place. Except for the dust on the furniture. If this house was inhabited by anyone, they would at least have the sense to wipe the dust off things. Drawers, filled with clothes at the most would have no dust. Fingers brushing against the wood would wipe the dust off.

He swore under his breath as he tripped over...something. Well, there is no light to see from and that stumble abruptly stopped his train of thoughts. Did anyone not think of bringing a flashlight? Be easier, he had a lighter in his pocket for all the cigarettes he smoked. That would help if he was anywhere near a candle The Independent let out a long sigh before dropped down to his knee to grasp at the object that had nearly caused him to fall.

A shoe, singular. Didn't know if the other to the pair was there. It was white, elegant and had a heel from what he could make out in the light. He wandered through the rooms again, more careful this time. Nothing new and nothing he had skipped over. The interior of the house didn't seem very much like a place someone would live in. It was wrong, the whole place gave him to chills. He made his way back down the stairs, the shoe held loosely in one hand. He had made it down in time to catch the words that came from the WB's leader.

"Found a shoe," he answered skipping the last step on the stairs, "Don't know if that's important or not." The women had no jewellery a f*ckload of makeup on, the worst form fitting white dress on and no shoes. What. If this wasn't the most suspicious thing he had seen in the past six years of his miserable life, he didn't know what he was going to say. The jewellery could've easily been removed, but why take off her shoes and leave them somewhere else?

Nope! I think a rant would be at least five paragraphs.

[....Did I come at a bad time?]