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Player Name; ur face
Player AIM; blade and bullet
Character Name; Wanijima Akito/Agito
Series; Air Gear
Status; &&&
Personality;
Wanijima Akito/Agito is a 14 year old boy with two different personalities residing inside of him. Agito's the splatter punk graffiti on your brick a brack buildings, the killer king shark infesting the waters around you. He's dangerous and he'll take things to every extreme possible. WatchOUT, he comes out to play when his eyepatch signals left. 'cause right ain't his way. He's batshit insane and all he cares about is himself and his road. CAREFUL, HE'LL CAST ZARAKI ON YOUR PENIS. He has a habit of cursing like a frikken sailor and treating people like trash. But from what I've seen in the manga, he can be a nice guy underneath his gruff exterior. Of course, he'll insult everyone while he's being nice-- did I mention his favorite food is BLOOD?
Akito, on the other hand, is the sweetest sweetheart with no tart. Signal right and he's out and about, being that baby boy you see on the streets and he'll smile a sugar rush smile just for you. He's the summer breeze that brings memories, the heart in your pocket you thought you lost forever. He understands the importance of freedom, the snatch of it he sees in others and how it breaks the original formation of his heart. {'cause he's gay for Ikki} It's hard to fear him, because you don't suspect what you aren't afraid of, and no-one's afraid of a straightjacket kid riding their way on 2 + 2 wheels.
DOUBLE PERSONALITIES FTW!
Sample RP post/Journal entry;
This is it, the line between life and death. Teetor totter, Agito's a seesaw swinging back and forth. Ribbons of blood spraying , sputtering out like a dying cough. Engine, engine, don't go out yet. The fun's just beginning! He grins, balancing against the edge; the ground's waiting beneath him, ready to swallow him up. YeahRIGHT.
"HA! Trash. TRASH. TRASH!" Agito's laugh is a mistress to death, "I'll eat you, devour you!"
The traitor cringes as he sees himself cowering in the t.v. screen of Agito's slitted eye. Nothing but scum and a record for Agito to write out his whims, his path. Fangs out, baby. Shouldn't have played with the big boys.
Rip roaring. A grin that verges on macabre surfaces, tearing away his smile like a scab. Agito is the road less travelled; the shadows that falls across your face. Hooks and crooks, a frog trapped in a well. Hello, MissDemeanor. He's a displeasure to you all. Dreams are useless, and the only thing worth fighting for is to leave a mark that treads on awry. Violent violence, he'll devour and conquer till the ground runs red, red, red like a candy apple glaze.
Get ready girls and boys, the fang king's here to play. There's a shark in the water, mind your manners and don't bleed all over the carpet.
"That's enough," stall engine, stall. Pale and soft, Akito reaches up and switches the patch over to reveal an eye, this time wide and bright. Kind of confused. He can hear Agito screaming vengeance, revenge, re-order, refuse. But he pushes it aside and smiles, soft and scarce, "It isn't safe here, you should go."
Not needing to be told twice, the man scrambles away, tripping twice but never looking back.
Anything Else You Might Want To Add; No little boys were harmed during the creation of this app.