Post by Razz Shivanov on Oct 22, 2007 11:06:16 GMT -5
Because I'm lazy and don't feel like playing Aya. D: Norly. I play Aya on like three sites now and it's getting to me. >_o
Name: Razz Shivanov.
Alias: Razz, Razzle-Frazzle from his father.
Gender: Male.
Age: Sixteen.
Date of Birth: August Fifteen 1991.
Zodiac Sign: Tiger.
Orientation: Gay.
Blood Type: O-.
Place of Birth: Kyoto.
Nationality: Japanese/Russian.
Current Residence: Japan.
Height: 5’0”.
Weight: 47 kilos.
Body type: Slender.
Hair: Black. He dies it from the original blond.
Eyes: Blue.
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Personality:
Razz is rather shy, the reason explained in his biography. He easily submits to anything, and flinches if someone raises their hand at him, he’s scared of a lot of things, still looking for someone to encircle him in their arms and keep hold of him when he’s scared. He rarely stands up to someone, and prefers to blend in to the background, and is very, very shy when it comes to people approaching him to be friends, usually not being very responsive, or boring, according to him. He can’t stand overly happy, bubbly people, as they annoy him too much. He hates them because it reminds him of home. Although he's shy, he's not much an unhappy person, taking life as it is, though, only really showing people he likes he's happy.
Biography:
His father has never been very nice to him. His father does like him a little and the man loves his mother more than anything, yet he dislike Razz, rather much, because Razz is half/half. His father is very prejudiced to races, and as his mother was japanees, and his father russian, he was of mixed races. He took on all of his father’s traits, granted, but that dodn’t make him pure. Becuse of that, his father disliked having him go out, and was rather horrible to Razz, giving him to occasional beating. Razz has lived inside a lot of his life, by choice, because of that, not really wanting to go out, as he’d always been, and most probably always will be, he only goes to school and out, when his father makes him go with him to business dinners.
Attire:
Sweeties. This section, I’ll make it a point to point at the profile picture, yet I’ll have to tell you I pictured it different but that picture is just. jhbkjhgjhgfhYummy. >>;
Example Role Play:
You know what? I'm lazy. This is from another site. >__>;
Razz bowed his head down, holding tightly onto the leather strap of his messenger bag, tightly, picking up his pace a little. He didn't want to walk so slow, that eventually, people would start showing up, and he'd be between a lot of talking people again. He didn't like noise. He didn't like it at all.
He brushed his hair away from pale skin, with his free hand, wetting his split lip, wincing as the saliva stung into his flesh, his shoulders hunched downwards, putting his headphones back in his bag, bored of music. God, what did they know?
He sunk down against a radiator, once at school, the school mostly empty, by how early how early he was there. He was so sick of false accusations. He yawned and pulling the strap of his bag over his head, lifting a hand to finger the tattoo on his face, feeling uncomfortable in the schooluniform. He preferred his own clothing, dark, leather, and comfortable.
He closed blue eyes, stretching one leg out infront of him, pulling the headphones back out again, letting his favorite band's music blare through the tiny speakers into his ears, gently singing along to it. His father hated when he sang along. Said he shouldn't speak unles spooken to. It was an attitude he'd taken to following, over the years.
Availability: .__.; Uhm. Like seven days a week?
Name: Razz Shivanov.
Alias: Razz, Razzle-Frazzle from his father.
Gender: Male.
Age: Sixteen.
Date of Birth: August Fifteen 1991.
Zodiac Sign: Tiger.
Orientation: Gay.
Blood Type: O-.
Place of Birth: Kyoto.
Nationality: Japanese/Russian.
Current Residence: Japan.
Height: 5’0”.
Weight: 47 kilos.
Body type: Slender.
Hair: Black. He dies it from the original blond.
Eyes: Blue.
+++++++++++++++++
Personality:
Razz is rather shy, the reason explained in his biography. He easily submits to anything, and flinches if someone raises their hand at him, he’s scared of a lot of things, still looking for someone to encircle him in their arms and keep hold of him when he’s scared. He rarely stands up to someone, and prefers to blend in to the background, and is very, very shy when it comes to people approaching him to be friends, usually not being very responsive, or boring, according to him. He can’t stand overly happy, bubbly people, as they annoy him too much. He hates them because it reminds him of home. Although he's shy, he's not much an unhappy person, taking life as it is, though, only really showing people he likes he's happy.
Biography:
His father has never been very nice to him. His father does like him a little and the man loves his mother more than anything, yet he dislike Razz, rather much, because Razz is half/half. His father is very prejudiced to races, and as his mother was japanees, and his father russian, he was of mixed races. He took on all of his father’s traits, granted, but that dodn’t make him pure. Becuse of that, his father disliked having him go out, and was rather horrible to Razz, giving him to occasional beating. Razz has lived inside a lot of his life, by choice, because of that, not really wanting to go out, as he’d always been, and most probably always will be, he only goes to school and out, when his father makes him go with him to business dinners.
Attire:
Sweeties. This section, I’ll make it a point to point at the profile picture, yet I’ll have to tell you I pictured it different but that picture is just. jhbkjhgjhgfhYummy. >>;
Example Role Play:
You know what? I'm lazy. This is from another site. >__>;
Razz bowed his head down, holding tightly onto the leather strap of his messenger bag, tightly, picking up his pace a little. He didn't want to walk so slow, that eventually, people would start showing up, and he'd be between a lot of talking people again. He didn't like noise. He didn't like it at all.
He brushed his hair away from pale skin, with his free hand, wetting his split lip, wincing as the saliva stung into his flesh, his shoulders hunched downwards, putting his headphones back in his bag, bored of music. God, what did they know?
He sunk down against a radiator, once at school, the school mostly empty, by how early how early he was there. He was so sick of false accusations. He yawned and pulling the strap of his bag over his head, lifting a hand to finger the tattoo on his face, feeling uncomfortable in the schooluniform. He preferred his own clothing, dark, leather, and comfortable.
He closed blue eyes, stretching one leg out infront of him, pulling the headphones back out again, letting his favorite band's music blare through the tiny speakers into his ears, gently singing along to it. His father hated when he sang along. Said he shouldn't speak unles spooken to. It was an attitude he'd taken to following, over the years.
Availability: .__.; Uhm. Like seven days a week?
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And I really, really don't understand why everyone on these Furuba sites thinks he's scary. I've never, ever gotten complaints about it before.
