Members InformationName: Thorn
Age: 19
E-Mail Address: kouyou_666@yahoo.com
Asian Entertainers Information in real lifeName: Hizumi
Age: 31 (That’s unofficial, but one of the only ages that I can actually find.)
Occupation: D’espairs Ray
Asian Entertainers Information in RP Name/Nickname: Hizumi/Hizu
Age: 25
Clique/Other: Yakuza member
Your J-Rocker's appearance:(
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Your J-Rockers personality: Hizumi is on the verge of being dull and boring. The only time he seems to show much emotion is when he is killing someone, which he seems to enjoy doing. He doesn’t seem like he’s able to get much enjoyment out of like, and the horrific scars all along his arms tells a story. While he is a stoic at most times, there are things that can bring him joy. Kittens are one of them, even though he would never really admit it. People tend to think he’s a bit intimidating, especially when he can sneak up to stand right beside you, and you not even realize it. He tends not to speak unless spoken to, unless there is something very important that just has to be said.
Role-playing Sample:Hizumi slid the sleeves of his fur collared jacket on, over the black tank top he wore. His cell phone was placed safely in his pocket, and a gun into the holster on his side, covered by his jacket. One wrong move and it would probably be exposed. Hizumi used it as a tactic to keep on guard at all times, nothing better than exposing yourself as a danger and freaking people out to do that.
With a sigh, he pulled keys off a hook by the door before he leaned down. A pure white kitten was on the floor by his feet, just staring up at him. Hizumi crouched down, looking at the kitten for a moment. Blue eyes staring into his black ones. After a moment, what could have been a shadow of a smile crossed his lips and he reached down to scratch behind the kittens ear. The kitten mewled and Hizumi stood, leaving through the door and going down, to the front of the building where his bike rested at the curb. He hopped on, revving up the engine and put the kickstand up before he was slowly pulling out.
Then, quickly, he raced down the street, wind whipping at his hair as he raced to go meet his boss.