[OOC] App!
Character: Gara
Series: di[e]ce
Age: 18-ish
Canon: Imagine a chess game in the style of Battle Royale: where the role of each piece is represented by a living person and the way to win is not just to put your opponent’s king into check, but to outright kill him. Whatever collateral damage that occurs along the way is of no consequence to the forces that govern the game of "di[e]ce," and if the players themselves object, well--there’s no way out of di[e]ce except death or endgame, as the newest Kings, Naruse Kazuki and Koutake Haruki, find out on their sixteenth birthday, when the game begins.
Gara, the Bishop who serves Haruki, is a rough-spoken guy who isn't afraid to get his hands bloody if the need arises. As a skilled fighter who loves a good challenge, Gara is absolutely dedicated to his one goal--to see Haruki win di[e]ce no matter who gets in their way. Though not the smartest in a book sense, he has some of the best hand-to-hand combat skills amongst the main players, and he takes a pride in them that leaves him prickly and easily riled against anyone who questions his talents. Only to his King does Gara show any sort of tenderness, fussing about and over him like a mother hen and pushing him to take care of himself, supporting him as a friend and confidant as well as a bodyguard to the bloody end.
Sample Post
Tch! What the fuck is this, you call this slop food?! I've seen better-looking stuff rotting in dumpsters! With all this preservative and processed crap, how's anyone supposed to get anything out of it? I wouldn't feed this to animals, let alone people, and sure as hell not to a growing King who still needs his veggies. No wonder you bastards look like death warmed over; there's probably not a single one of you who could actually take a decent punch, let alone make one. Listen, maybe you don't care about what you stuff your gullets with, but I have standards, and I'm gonna make sure I get what I want if it kills you.
I can see I've got a lot to check before I can give this place my OK, too. Not only is the food shit, those buildings look like they were made from cheap cardboard, and the whole place fucking stinks. And we're not gonna talk about the bathrooms, other than they were pretty fucking grotesque, and I ain't touching them. You bastards have been slacking, so it's time to end games and get to actual work.
First things first, we're gonna clear all the crap out, starting with you. Yeah, you, over there, giving me the side-eye. C'mere, you got a problem? Think you're so goddamn great, like you being in a place that calls itself "Fuck You Die" and working for some hotshot lady in a tower makes you better? 'Cause I gotta tell you, there's only one title that matters in the world, and it ain't "Director." There isn't one of you who could take me and win, trash like you couldn't even leave a scar. Give it a shot, I dare you.
Ahhh, what's that? Now you're chickening out? Or what, you think you'll be too much for me? That's a fucking laugh--I'll cut you all the ribbons before you can even blink, you pissfaced pieces of shit! Come on--haha, that's more like it, that's right! If you're gonna fight, put your all into it and don't hold back, 'cause if you don't play to win, the other guy's gonna crush you. Too bad for you, though, I don't intend to let trash like you waste my precious time any longer.
Let that be a lesson to all of you, you don't try to bash the Bishop.
Voting went HERE; 94.7% (54/3)
Series: di[e]ce
Age: 18-ish
Canon: Imagine a chess game in the style of Battle Royale: where the role of each piece is represented by a living person and the way to win is not just to put your opponent’s king into check, but to outright kill him. Whatever collateral damage that occurs along the way is of no consequence to the forces that govern the game of "di[e]ce," and if the players themselves object, well--there’s no way out of di[e]ce except death or endgame, as the newest Kings, Naruse Kazuki and Koutake Haruki, find out on their sixteenth birthday, when the game begins.
Gara, the Bishop who serves Haruki, is a rough-spoken guy who isn't afraid to get his hands bloody if the need arises. As a skilled fighter who loves a good challenge, Gara is absolutely dedicated to his one goal--to see Haruki win di[e]ce no matter who gets in their way. Though not the smartest in a book sense, he has some of the best hand-to-hand combat skills amongst the main players, and he takes a pride in them that leaves him prickly and easily riled against anyone who questions his talents. Only to his King does Gara show any sort of tenderness, fussing about and over him like a mother hen and pushing him to take care of himself, supporting him as a friend and confidant as well as a bodyguard to the bloody end.
Sample Post
Tch! What the fuck is this, you call this slop food?! I've seen better-looking stuff rotting in dumpsters! With all this preservative and processed crap, how's anyone supposed to get anything out of it? I wouldn't feed this to animals, let alone people, and sure as hell not to a growing King who still needs his veggies. No wonder you bastards look like death warmed over; there's probably not a single one of you who could actually take a decent punch, let alone make one. Listen, maybe you don't care about what you stuff your gullets with, but I have standards, and I'm gonna make sure I get what I want if it kills you.
I can see I've got a lot to check before I can give this place my OK, too. Not only is the food shit, those buildings look like they were made from cheap cardboard, and the whole place fucking stinks. And we're not gonna talk about the bathrooms, other than they were pretty fucking grotesque, and I ain't touching them. You bastards have been slacking, so it's time to end games and get to actual work.
First things first, we're gonna clear all the crap out, starting with you. Yeah, you, over there, giving me the side-eye. C'mere, you got a problem? Think you're so goddamn great, like you being in a place that calls itself "Fuck You Die" and working for some hotshot lady in a tower makes you better? 'Cause I gotta tell you, there's only one title that matters in the world, and it ain't "Director." There isn't one of you who could take me and win, trash like you couldn't even leave a scar. Give it a shot, I dare you.
Ahhh, what's that? Now you're chickening out? Or what, you think you'll be too much for me? That's a fucking laugh--I'll cut you all the ribbons before you can even blink, you pissfaced pieces of shit! Come on--haha, that's more like it, that's right! If you're gonna fight, put your all into it and don't hold back, 'cause if you don't play to win, the other guy's gonna crush you. Too bad for you, though, I don't intend to let trash like you waste my precious time any longer.
Let that be a lesson to all of you, you don't try to bash the Bishop.
Voting went HERE; 94.7% (54/3)