Post by jax on Jun 8, 2009 19:07:32 GMT -5
Basics
Name: JaX [ 최승현 ] choi seunghyun
Date of Birth.: June 21, 1986
Gender: Male
Occupation: Musician
Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea
Turtle or Hare: hare
Half Empty or Full: half empty
Truth or Lies: lies
Day or Night: night
Bright or Bland: bright
Always or Never: always
Love or War: war
Black or White: black
Personality and Traits:
• Arrogant
• Rude
• Abrasive
• Extreme narcissist
• Violent
• Manipulative
• Jealous
• Promiscuous
• Stubborn
• Protective, possessive
• Family man, enjoys children
• Persistent
• Complacent
• Self-reliant
• Creative
• Adventurous
• Confident
• Resilient
History
• Born and raised in Seoul, I led the normal childhood. Great parents, two brothers, but as usual, I became the problem child as soon as I hit puberty. After a spell of drinking, drugs, and the crazy partying, I was snatched out of the clouds by the reality of my country's mandatory military sentence. Rather than waiting as long as possible as most people, I went ahead and served my 27 months. Now finished with this, I've resumed my prior goals. Getting la- .. making it big in the music industry.
Sample Write a sample about your character doing one of the following;
My path had me destined for the bar that was virtually empty. Well, compared to the rest of the club. There were three open seats. One misplaced, and two side by side in the far corner. I chose those. Boots thudded against the black lacquered floors as I wove through people, guiding them aside with a hand if need be, and shunning the occasional drunken club whore that tried to make her move. Be gone, demons. Their language was foreign to me, no matter if I spoke it quite well. I'd rather speak in my native tongue, and them slurring English just made it all the more unappealing. Slur me some Korean and I just might take you home. Sliding onto my seat, I flopped heavily onto the polished red leather stool, weight thrown off to the left and lazily propped against the wall. The bartender, the tattooed female who really reminded me of that one artist from that... one American show... I always forget her name. Something to do with kittens. Or cats. Same difference. Ahwell. I'm off track. The bartender immediately recognized who I was, and having been previously ordered to serve the performers first, rushed over to where I was. Her questioning look given to me as she placed both hands on the bar and leaned closer as to hear my order prompted my response, not really listening to what she said. I grunted lowly, almost growling my order to the woman, black eyes upturned to stare at her face. "Surprise me."
OOC -
OOC Name: kera
Contacts: arekushi_@hotmail.com
Name: JaX [ 최승현 ] choi seunghyun
Date of Birth.: June 21, 1986
Gender: Male
Occupation: Musician
Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea
Turtle or Hare: hare
Half Empty or Full: half empty
Truth or Lies: lies
Day or Night: night
Bright or Bland: bright
Always or Never: always
Love or War: war
Black or White: black
Personality and Traits:
• Arrogant
• Rude
• Abrasive
• Extreme narcissist
• Violent
• Manipulative
• Jealous
• Promiscuous
• Stubborn
• Protective, possessive
• Family man, enjoys children
• Persistent
• Complacent
• Self-reliant
• Creative
• Adventurous
• Confident
• Resilient
History
• Born and raised in Seoul, I led the normal childhood. Great parents, two brothers, but as usual, I became the problem child as soon as I hit puberty. After a spell of drinking, drugs, and the crazy partying, I was snatched out of the clouds by the reality of my country's mandatory military sentence. Rather than waiting as long as possible as most people, I went ahead and served my 27 months. Now finished with this, I've resumed my prior goals. Getting la- .. making it big in the music industry.
Sample Write a sample about your character doing one of the following;
My path had me destined for the bar that was virtually empty. Well, compared to the rest of the club. There were three open seats. One misplaced, and two side by side in the far corner. I chose those. Boots thudded against the black lacquered floors as I wove through people, guiding them aside with a hand if need be, and shunning the occasional drunken club whore that tried to make her move. Be gone, demons. Their language was foreign to me, no matter if I spoke it quite well. I'd rather speak in my native tongue, and them slurring English just made it all the more unappealing. Slur me some Korean and I just might take you home. Sliding onto my seat, I flopped heavily onto the polished red leather stool, weight thrown off to the left and lazily propped against the wall. The bartender, the tattooed female who really reminded me of that one artist from that... one American show... I always forget her name. Something to do with kittens. Or cats. Same difference. Ahwell. I'm off track. The bartender immediately recognized who I was, and having been previously ordered to serve the performers first, rushed over to where I was. Her questioning look given to me as she placed both hands on the bar and leaned closer as to hear my order prompted my response, not really listening to what she said. I grunted lowly, almost growling my order to the woman, black eyes upturned to stare at her face. "Surprise me."
OOC -
OOC Name: kera
Contacts: arekushi_@hotmail.com
