PERSONALITY: Yoyo fancies himself a smooth talker with a silver tongue. In his own little world, he can spin words to make the ladies' hearts melt. He never reserves an opinion on a girl's positive looks, but is prone to using the wrong terms. More than likely, he uses one of the two extremes of a description; quick and blunt, or so many elaborate adjectives that the whole purpose is lost and forgotten. Thus far, he's had little success, especially amongst his own, though, on rare occasion, he manages to succeed, swooning those that he ends up never seeing once again (damn those tourists and foreigners.)
But as much as he loves the ladies, art is his first love. Any flat surface he can reach is an instant canvass for him to express himself. Oft, his murals might be gifts to a girl whose eye he tries to capture. His smaller, easier to place tags are mostly for marking territory for the GG's. Yoyo keeps himself laid back and working on new tags and murals whenever he's not out skating, tagging, or stuck in school being bored to death. To him, art is far more important than most material things. It's nigh-impossible to find him without some sort of painting medium, be it a can of spray paint, or a tube of acrylic for those cases where metal detectors are quite apparent.
Unlike the rest of his crew back in Japan, Yoyo wasn't too interested in all the territory war that went on between different tagger gangs. He was in it for the sake of having a larger variety of "canvasses" to paint on as he saw fit. Plus, the people he ran with were a pretty fun and friendly bunch, who mostly thought the same. However the manner of repression police used to squash graffiti artists made for the occasional subject for a new piece. It wasn't always that he painted for the sake of the ladies, or, whatever abstract design he'd cooked up.
Despite Yoyo's proper upbringing, he was quickly swayed by the attitudes of the rest of the GGs crew. He grew from a quiet, behaved artist, to a punk kid who, like the rest of his crew, resisted authority. This process of growing up, and fitting in with his people, took a fair toll on Yoyo's studies. It was as if the boy was stuck with a middle school education, even as he enters high school. Worse, his delinquency affected his relationship with his parents. Though he knew better to not directly resist or argue with them when at home, he'd keep his time there to a minimum, break curfew, and sneak out often. His infrequency at home was a great factor in how quickly his dad decided to ship him off to a boarding school.
Yoyo's school education was essentially traded for street smarts. Though he'd quit bothering to study for anything, what little he did know, he was quickly putting to use in real-world situations. Geography was used to find short cuts and unpainted walls. Social studies was broken to breaking up fights, or talking his way out of them entirely. Math and calligraphy... Nope, out the window. Useless as far as he could figure. Never did he think he'd be using it to put together how much paint he had and how big of a piece he could paint with it. But, in all his "education", he belittled it by adhering to the punk and hip-hop attitudes that America had glamorized. When one sounds and act like a "thug from the hood", it's often hard to be treated as intelligent. Essentially, Yoyo's social life doesn't give him the chance to realize that he's still fairly educated.
LOG/3RD PERSON SAMPLE Ten o'clock, and a cloudy night.
It was perfect. Yoyo'd been sleeping a better part of the afternoon just to get up and get out now. Before that, he'd spent a good hour preparing. His messenger bag was padded between cans of paint to avoid clicking together. The wheels of his skates were well oiled to prevent any possible squeaking. The tagger slipped his skates on and rolled to the door. Little oil on the door helped too, as he turned the handle slowly to get out while his roommate slept. Just getting outside the door to his room took longer than he wanted, but there was plenty of time in the night still.
Pushing off the door's frame, Yoyo rolled down the hall, a bit faster than he would've walked. At each corner he had to turn he simply let himself roll into the wall, rather than risk slipping on a turn, or having to lift a foot otherwise. He pushed off each wall after turning himself proper, quietly navigating the halls on wheeled shoes. Yoyo'd begun thinking about how it would be nice to have some of those shoes that actually have wheels in them. Thinking a bit too deeply about it, as it turned out, as he nearly went over the edge on a set of stairs, before catching himself on the banister. A bit further and he'd be at the biggest challenge of the night; the front doors.
Pulling his hood over his head, he sat down, and removes his skates, leaving himself in only the slide-out padding to creep down the stairs. One skate went under each arm to keep them from hitting together. Thus far, the whole endeavor was a stealthy success. Getting out the front doors was slower than getting out of his own room. Once he'd cracked it open far enough to get his body through, he tosses one skate out, flinging in into a nearby planter with barely a thud. Out the door he slides before guiding the front door shut again. Picking up his skate, he was off again, trotting along the path as he heads for the main gates. Rather than trying to throw the skates over as well, he simply left them by the wall as he gets a running start to scale up and over the wall.
Now that Yoyo was over the wall, he had a good few hours to spend redesigning he school's welcome sign. Because it was clearly too boring as it was now. Serif lettering on a brick wall... Simply unacceptable. Tearing into his bag, Yoyo started with a base of white, covering the sign completely before doing anything that looked like lettering...
A good two hours, and three empty cans of paint later, Yoyo wore a huge, cheezy grin on his face regarding his latest piece. Whipping out his phone, he took a shot of it before making his efforts to get back inside the school's walls.
But as much as he loves the ladies, art is his first love. Any flat surface he can reach is an instant canvass for him to express himself. Oft, his murals might be gifts to a girl whose eye he tries to capture. His smaller, easier to place tags are mostly for marking territory for the GG's. Yoyo keeps himself laid back and working on new tags and murals whenever he's not out skating, tagging, or stuck in school being bored to death. To him, art is far more important than most material things. It's nigh-impossible to find him without some sort of painting medium, be it a can of spray paint, or a tube of acrylic for those cases where metal detectors are quite apparent.
Unlike the rest of his crew back in Japan, Yoyo wasn't too interested in all the territory war that went on between different tagger gangs. He was in it for the sake of having a larger variety of "canvasses" to paint on as he saw fit. Plus, the people he ran with were a pretty fun and friendly bunch, who mostly thought the same. However the manner of repression police used to squash graffiti artists made for the occasional subject for a new piece. It wasn't always that he painted for the sake of the ladies, or, whatever abstract design he'd cooked up.
Despite Yoyo's proper upbringing, he was quickly swayed by the attitudes of the rest of the GGs crew. He grew from a quiet, behaved artist, to a punk kid who, like the rest of his crew, resisted authority. This process of growing up, and fitting in with his people, took a fair toll on Yoyo's studies. It was as if the boy was stuck with a middle school education, even as he enters high school. Worse, his delinquency affected his relationship with his parents. Though he knew better to not directly resist or argue with them when at home, he'd keep his time there to a minimum, break curfew, and sneak out often. His infrequency at home was a great factor in how quickly his dad decided to ship him off to a boarding school.
Yoyo's school education was essentially traded for street smarts. Though he'd quit bothering to study for anything, what little he did know, he was quickly putting to use in real-world situations. Geography was used to find short cuts and unpainted walls. Social studies was broken to breaking up fights, or talking his way out of them entirely. Math and calligraphy... Nope, out the window. Useless as far as he could figure. Never did he think he'd be using it to put together how much paint he had and how big of a piece he could paint with it. But, in all his "education", he belittled it by adhering to the punk and hip-hop attitudes that America had glamorized. When one sounds and act like a "thug from the hood", it's often hard to be treated as intelligent. Essentially, Yoyo's social life doesn't give him the chance to realize that he's still fairly educated.
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It was perfect. Yoyo'd been sleeping a better part of the afternoon just to get up and get out now. Before that, he'd spent a good hour preparing. His messenger bag was padded between cans of paint to avoid clicking together. The wheels of his skates were well oiled to prevent any possible squeaking. The tagger slipped his skates on and rolled to the door. Little oil on the door helped too, as he turned the handle slowly to get out while his roommate slept. Just getting outside the door to his room took longer than he wanted, but there was plenty of time in the night still.
Pushing off the door's frame, Yoyo rolled down the hall, a bit faster than he would've walked. At each corner he had to turn he simply let himself roll into the wall, rather than risk slipping on a turn, or having to lift a foot otherwise. He pushed off each wall after turning himself proper, quietly navigating the halls on wheeled shoes. Yoyo'd begun thinking about how it would be nice to have some of those shoes that actually have wheels in them. Thinking a bit too deeply about it, as it turned out, as he nearly went over the edge on a set of stairs, before catching himself on the banister. A bit further and he'd be at the biggest challenge of the night; the front doors.
Pulling his hood over his head, he sat down, and removes his skates, leaving himself in only the slide-out padding to creep down the stairs. One skate went under each arm to keep them from hitting together. Thus far, the whole endeavor was a stealthy success. Getting out the front doors was slower than getting out of his own room. Once he'd cracked it open far enough to get his body through, he tosses one skate out, flinging in into a nearby planter with barely a thud. Out the door he slides before guiding the front door shut again. Picking up his skate, he was off again, trotting along the path as he heads for the main gates. Rather than trying to throw the skates over as well, he simply left them by the wall as he gets a running start to scale up and over the wall.
Now that Yoyo was over the wall, he had a good few hours to spend redesigning he school's welcome sign. Because it was clearly too boring as it was now. Serif lettering on a brick wall... Simply unacceptable. Tearing into his bag, Yoyo started with a base of white, covering the sign completely before doing anything that looked like lettering...
A good two hours, and three empty cans of paint later, Yoyo wore a huge, cheezy grin on his face regarding his latest piece. Whipping out his phone, he took a shot of it before making his efforts to get back inside the school's walls.
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