DON'T LOVE ME BABY~~
PLAYER INFORMATION
NAME/ALIAS: Serena/Fin
PERSONAL JOURNAL: faded_neko
AGE: 19
CONTACT INFO:
AIM. canhaschika
PLURK. inurclosets
EMAIL. morrow_x@hotmail.com
VDEX. inurclosets (because you need to know that)
OTHER CHARACTERS IN THIS RP: NONE
CHARACTER INFORMATION
SERIES: Zombie-Loan
NAME: Reiichiro Shiba
GENDER: Male
AGE: 17
HISTORY: {HERE} If more is needed, let me know.
CHARACTER WRITTEN PORTION
PERSONALITY: A bit of column A, a bit of column B, Shiba is a little bit of everything whether it makes sense or not. He tends to start off overly friendly and a bit on the strange side, but that tends to be what people like about him. He's definitely not your run of the mill, 'mindlessly trudging along through life' kind of guy. Except he totally is.
See, appearances can be deceiving and being slightly above average intelligence, Shiba is more than just a little aware of this. It isn't so much to say that the exterior face he shines on the world more often than not isn't part of what he is, but it's more of a guard to keep people from really knowing him because if they knew him, they probably wouldn't like him very much. Somewhere between the time he graduated from Middle School and moved onto High School, Shiba lost that little bit of spark in his life that made things more exciting and in short, gave him a reason to keep on living. Depression still weighs heavily on his mind as he would rather take the most extreme route to avoid facing boredom. By doing this though, he still finds himself endlessly bored. Things become to predictable, calculable, and before he knows it, he's back to where he started.
He will do just about anything. His moral is next no nothing as he really doesn't hold a bright image of himself outside of his attractive looks. He's deeply cynical underneath that suave expression or sweet smile, and will often test others unknowingly just to compare himself to them. Will this make him a better person in the end? Whose really to say? He tends to be pretty unpredictable himself, breaking the boundaries set by religion, science and the like in life and death. He may be your best friend one second and your worst enemy the next, but that isn't to say the time he spends in each role is expendable.
POSSESSIONS:
o1 x box of cigarettes
o1 x lighter
o1 x trenchcoat
IN-CHARACTER JOURNAL POST:
Haa... Well, I guess that kind of makes sense. At least it's better than fighting garbage trucks.
I wonder this is an artificial space made to trick me, or perhaps I died for real this time. I suppose I should introduce myself in any case.
Hello people of Cross! My name is Shiba Reiichiro, I could probably use a guide to introduce me to this place so if anyone would be interested in being a tour guide for the day, please let me know! ♥♥♥
[Private//Unhackable]
It's weird having a pulse again...
IN-CHARACTER RP SCENARIO:
His body felt heavy, stiff and carried sensations he could only faintly recognize. Unconscious, asleep or dead, it was hard for the brunette to distinguish one from the other. Pain assaulted his head, convincing him it was time to get up despite the throbbing pain that coursed through his body. He sat up with a groan, bringing a hand to his forehead.
It felt hot when comparing it to his fingers. He rubbed his hands together to create friction and with friction came heat. The room was dark and surprisingly more familiar than he was expecting. Of course, the layout was distinctly different but there was something to it that vaguely reminded him of home. His mind immediately began to piece things together. Where he had been, what he had been doing and where he was now.
"You can come out now," He called to the empty room, expecting someone from the other shore to expose themselves, yet there was no one. He was alone. Still he inspected the flat, checking it just in case someone was to reveal themselves unexpectedly. Still, no one showed. He let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. A rhythmic sensation coursed still. Shiba finally took a moment to inspect it by placing to fingers next to the carotid artery. It was in time with the sensation, a pulse.
A small chuckle escaped the young male. His eyes catching the screen on the computer a moment later.