Magic solar plexus chanting wind open seasame attack!
SAMPLE APPLICATIONS
Sample applications for Emo Boy, Sensei, and Bishi Villian can be found in the comments to this post.
I kinda went overboard on Sensei's App. >.> Apps do NOT have to be that long. They CAN be if you really want, but really, it's not required. o.o
Sample applications for Emo Boy, Sensei, and Bishi Villian can be found in the comments to this post.
I kinda went overboard on Sensei's App. >.> Apps do NOT have to be that long. They CAN be if you really want, but really, it's not required. o.o
He’s also quite good in the kitchen. And prefers his steak or any other type of meat to be as rare as possible for human consumption.
Do not steal, maim, or insult his Cookie Monster slippers. You will die.
Fighting Style: Ryuusei does his best to not get his hands dirty. It’s one of the many reasons he has lackeys to do his bidding. But when the time comes for him to fight, it’s a no hold barred event. He will use anything and everything in his power to defeat his opponent. It is times like these that even his loyal collectors and lackeys fear him the most. It is times like these that the Black Dragon has true reign.
RP Sample:
As he sat at his vanity, plucking his eyebrows to perfection, Ryuusei contemplated the term “vanity”. As far as he was concerned, the small desk and lighted mirror were more of a beautification system rather than a vanity. Granted he could not deny the fact that he was a rather vain person but he did not feel that he was at fault because it was only natural for a person such as himself to be proud and confident in his looks. Which he was and happily so.
“Ryuusei-sama, Sensei and his band of merry fucktards are approaching That One Gap, You Know The One. What are we to do?”
Ryuusei paused in his plucking, slightly taken aback at having been interrupted so rudely. Santos, the loyal lackey that interrupted him awaited a response and who was Ryuusei to deny him?
“I’m sorry, did someone say something? I hear a voice but it is such a strange thing because I did not tell anyone to enter my chambers. Am I going mad? Is this a figment of my imagination? Wherefore art thou voice?”
Santos said nothing in return but waited.
His master did the same but resumed plucking.
With a sigh, Santos turned and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. A moment later he knocked loud enough that Ryuusei-sama would hear. Some would call it too loud.
“Who is it?” came the call from behind the door.
“Ryuusei-sama, it is I, Santos, your loyal and humble servant oh great one. I have news of the one known as Sensei.”
“Enter.”
Upon entering Santos repeated what he had said only moments prior. This time however he was graced with a somewhat appropriate response.
“Do you think I plucked the left side too much?” Ryuusei frowned and moved his face closer to the mirror. Uneven brows would just not do.
“No oh great one. Your eyebrows are as perfect as ever.” Santos never lied to his master. He knew a man that did once, but just that once as Ryuusei-sama saw fit to make sure that man would never lie again by having his tongue cut out.
“In that case, send a small gaggle of inept underlings to attack Sensei and his merry fucktards so that they are all convinced that I am a weakling with great connections only to be severely disappointed when my next gaggle of servants steal some of their precious stones.”
Again Santos said nothing, the last bit of his master’s comment running through his mind. A dramatic sigh brought his attention back to the one he served.
“Their Spirit Stones Santos. Spirit Stones. Not their…you know.”
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