I will steal Jak's idea.
Age: 17
Genger: Male
Mods of choice: Judo, Betabox, Sambo.
Reason for being on island: After having his name shat on by various members of the Toribash community, Shin-Yami decided It was time to make a change. He joined a tiny created by his clansmen in the hopes of clearing his name of being the evil selfish bastard he is claimed to be.
Personality:Lazy and uncaring, hates to lose.
Special qualities and shit:Able to adapt to pretty much any mod, Best mod differs a lot. Gets pissed off for no apparent reason when playing.
Age: 17
Genger: Male
Mods of choice: Judo, Betabox, Sambo.
Reason for being on island: After having his name shat on by various members of the Toribash community, Shin-Yami decided It was time to make a change. He joined a tiny created by his clansmen in the hopes of clearing his name of being the evil selfish bastard he is claimed to be.
Personality:Lazy and uncaring, hates to lose.
Special qualities and shit:Able to adapt to pretty much any mod, Best mod differs a lot. Gets pissed off for no apparent reason when playing.
UPDATED:
age: 15
gender: Male
mod of choice: Wushu/Aikido/Kickbox
reson of being on the island: Cuz No one voted me off, dammit!
personality: crazy-bipolar-naturally high
something special about yourself: I make textures and food r good. I'm pretty busy so time=lotsa money for me.
There. enough?
Paragraph(or two):
The veil of darkness parted from his eyes as reality flooded back...
Silence
The pale slice of moon wavered over head. DarkJak had woken from a dream of the past, filled with luxuries >and women<(optional). He wished he was back in those days, where the food did not feel like sandpaper as it traveled down one's throat and the water didn't smell like piss. Island warfare had gruesome tolls on his body.
Much of his armor had fallen off, exposing the toxic radiated skin underneath. As he looked to his right, he saw his team mates still resting, so DarkJak went to explore the area. While he stumbled along he thought of the impending battle with the rival gang. Although his entire body moaned with every step, it had to be done. The Ten Thousand Fists had to conquer!
age: 15
gender: Male
mod of choice: Wushu/Aikido/Kickbox
reson of being on the island: Cuz No one voted me off, dammit!
personality: crazy-bipolar-naturally high
something special about yourself: I make textures and food r good. I'm pretty busy so time=lotsa money for me.
There. enough?
Paragraph(or two):
The veil of darkness parted from his eyes as reality flooded back...
Silence
The pale slice of moon wavered over head. DarkJak had woken from a dream of the past, filled with luxuries >and women<(optional). He wished he was back in those days, where the food did not feel like sandpaper as it traveled down one's throat and the water didn't smell like piss. Island warfare had gruesome tolls on his body.
Much of his armor had fallen off, exposing the toxic radiated skin underneath. As he looked to his right, he saw his team mates still resting, so DarkJak went to explore the area. While he stumbled along he thought of the impending battle with the rival gang. Although his entire body moaned with every step, it had to be done. The Ten Thousand Fists had to conquer!
how meny S's do I have post in the word brains for it to count as a paragraph
Alright heres a paragraph (or 2):
Many A week ago, there was an underground government testing facility for advanced human genetic engineering. Its design was to create a drug to turn armies against themselves my mutating there men. As with all experimental drugs, there where human test subject, the first of which, was me, a young homeless, names, long forgotten waste of a person. I was injected with the drug... That is the last thing I remember. When I woke up I was alone, in the middle of no where and covered in blood. I was soon able to get cleaned up, get to a city where I saw an advertisement for the competition.
As time went on not only did I start having more black outs must they started to last longer and I had some memory of the more recent ones. As a way of avoiding doing more damage to the people around me I decided get as far away from the mainland as possible by joining the competition.
I have since entered a black out where I have about 50% control and it shows no sign of ever ending.
haha just noticed half the group is a blood mess
Alright heres a paragraph (or 2):
Many A week ago, there was an underground government testing facility for advanced human genetic engineering. Its design was to create a drug to turn armies against themselves my mutating there men. As with all experimental drugs, there where human test subject, the first of which, was me, a young homeless, names, long forgotten waste of a person. I was injected with the drug... That is the last thing I remember. When I woke up I was alone, in the middle of no where and covered in blood. I was soon able to get cleaned up, get to a city where I saw an advertisement for the competition.
As time went on not only did I start having more black outs must they started to last longer and I had some memory of the more recent ones. As a way of avoiding doing more damage to the people around me I decided get as far away from the mainland as possible by joining the competition.
I have since entered a black out where I have about 50% control and it shows no sign of ever ending.
haha just noticed half the group is a blood mess
Last edited by C0XY; Mar 11, 2009 at 11:30 AM.
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