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EMO EMO EMO

Created on 2006-04-05 18:35:02 (#9966019), last updated 2006-04-16

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Basic Info
Name:RYUUTAROU
Website:mun 8D
Bio
Name: Ryuutarou
Age: 12! JAILBAIT 296
Race: Vampire




Physical Details:

Ryuutarou is lanky, lean, somewhat muscled but not close to buff at all. He changes from black hair to blonde hair to whatever depending on his mood. He wears whatever's on hand, which means he might show up to a party in pajama pants, a band t-shirt, and his mother's pink hoodie. When he's really feeling emo fashionable, he'll wildly circle his eyes with too much black liner.


Personality:

Ryuutarou happens to be one of the newer vampires, just starting to become acquainted with vampyrism at two hundred and ninety-six years old. He's cool with all the snobby elders, though. They're just trying to guide him onto the right path. The path...of emo bloodsucking.

Ryuutarou is unnaturally cheerful. Most vampires are cynical with age. Ryuutarou turned the exact opposite and set out to annoy everyone as much as he could.

Ryuutarou did get something right, though - he doesn't care about anyone's feelings. Ryuutarou was turned by 'caring' too much. He'll say blunt things that will hurt your feelings, because he also doesn't believe in bullshitting people. He's lived his entire mortal life by lying to people he cares about, and now that he's been given another chance, he'd rather not have to live like that again.

The older vampires look down upon him, but Ryuutarou doesn't care much about that. To you old geezer vampires out there, who say that he's young and irresponsible, Ryuutarou simply says, dude. You old.

Some day, Ryuutarou will settle down, have kill children, and finally have a proper pet.

But that day's still a long ways off.

Background:

Boy walk down street. Boy get lost 'cause he dumb. Boy meet Vampire. Vampire go RAWR~! Boy dead :/ OR NOT.

Ryuutarou was going home one night after partying with his friends. He slouched under the weight of his schoolbag, the orange glow of the streetlights reflecting off his bright blonde hair in the night.

An poor, raggedy-looking hobo sat propped awkwardly against the brick wall of a nearby building. He looked up with sharp, knowing eyes as Ryuutarou came closer. The hobo raised his frail hands, shaking them slightly.

"Something for the poor?" His voice was hoarse with disuse. Ryuutarou blinked, then shrugged.

"Sure, man. Hold on a sec." He started to rummage around in his bag. The hobo smirked as Ryuutarou was distracted, and got up.

"Aha! Here's some-" Ryuutarou didn't get to finish his sentence.

When he'd managed to crawl over to where he lived, Ryuutarou tried to hide it from his parents, but it isn't exactly easy to explain why he now couldn't go to school, or even outside at all during the day, and BTW, can he have some blood for breakfast instead of cereal?

Finally, he faked a suicide by pretending to have jumped off a bridge. He left a note for his parents, and hiked on over to Kyuusho Kyusai, which he'd only heard of in rumors.
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