Post by ★D3su-Face★ on Jul 12, 2011 7:00:59 GMT -5
Name: VY2 Yuma [Or Roro if you prefer]
Age: 35 (He originally has no age, but I'm gonna make him thisss)
Gender: Male (Still has no gender, but he's obviously male)
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Rank: Vocaloid
Apperance:
^^^ His OFFICIAL design. Sadly. e__e
Vy2 has a lot of different appearances. I'm going to go with him being a rather tall, pink haired man with with blue eyes. As a sword-weilding Vocaloid, he should probably wear something like the VY before him, a red-and-black kimono. BUT OF COURSE HE DOESN'T LOLLL.
Personality:
Vy2 has a warm personality. He can be essentially nice to whoever he meets, and doesn't mind getting a few "drinks" with others, once in a while. He happens to enjoy sitting outside, quietly thinking or listening to whatever passes by. Yuma also has trouble keeping his temper down. He can get angry very easily. He carries a Wakizashi on him at all times, for those just in case moments, and the fact that he's a 'samurai' of the sorts.
Rp sample:
A crisp, and cool morning. Why must he wake up so early on such a cold day? There was a light snow fall, and the grass was barely covered by a thin sheet of white. It was left unsettled, and not so much touched at all. The only thing that disturbed the snow was the small footprints of a tiny creature.
Yuma stepped outside, staring and studying the footprints. They looked like small intricate paw prints. As he was standing up, he heard a little squeak from behind him, almost causing him to yelp. "Wh-" He turned to face a small white kitten... what a moment? The cat wasn't white at all. It was only covered by snow.
He slowly approached the creature, but it only backed away. Damn things, always too scared to be approached. He scowled slightly and went back inside to fetch it something. What do cats like? Bugs? Wait no..tuna? Don't have any of that. It's cold, so maybe it'll like warm milk? Perfect, he thought as he rumaged through his fridge.
After a fiasco of spilling milk everywhere and not being able to find a bowl anywhere, he finally brought out the warmed up milk to the kitten.
It stared at him for a long moment before making a small meow noise, then happily lapped up the milk. He gently patted at the animals' head then sighed, "Do you happen to have an owner?"
The creature stared at him, then narrowed its eyes. As if the thing would actually talk.
Instead of actually answering, it stood up, and creeped away, and went underneath the wooden fence surrounding his house. Maybe it had other places to go to?
In any case, it's better to not stay outside too long, it's far too cold. And there seems to be a mess in the kitchen.
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HI I'M 3 YEARS OLD WATS A TYPOZ? ^__^
lolol;;
Code:
APPUL JUISUUUU
