Post by ruki rei taylor on Jun 12, 2009 20:34:53 GMT -5
AND RUKITAYLOR, BABY
I CAN'T GET YOU
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SO LETS FLOAT FLOAT FLOAT AWAY
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NICKNAMES rei , ray
BIRTHDAY Feb 14, 1993 ~ sixteen
GENDER male
SEXUALITY bisexual
FACE CLAIM {miyavi} takamasa ishihara
MEMBER GROUP student
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AND YOU'LL CATCH CATCH ME BABY
[/color][/font][/center]•Girls
•Boys
•Love
•Music
•Respect
DISLIKES
°Gackt
°Pizza
°Zunes
°Homophobes
°Life
PERSONALITY
Ruki is like every other teen. He has his likes. Girls, nachos, cars, gum, music, cameras, windows, the out doors doing the time warp and distractions! Even if it was the most randomness of times or he's just trying to make a quick get away, Rei knows how to use the "Look a distraction!" To the fullest effect. He has his dislikes too. The main one is people who support veganism {P.E.T.A= People eating tasty animals}. Rei is shy. When it comes to meeting new people or talking to them in general, he really can't bring himself into doing so. He just freezes up and end the people get too pissed of or too confused to really try to have a conversation with him. But get him warmed up and he can be the life of the party. He's not a real dork but Rei has been know to be a jerk at times. When it comes to animals he doesn't mind hitting a few of them or eating them for that matter. Animals are just that, Animals and should be treated as such. When it comes to gay people he's the exact same way. Minus the eating part… Having two left feet, Rei has a knack for tripping over himself. He's probably the most clumsiest person in the world. It's really a terrible flaw because when he accidentally trips onto a person bigger then him, things really don't even out well.
APPEARANCE
Ruki is far from a sight for sore eyes. It's quite the opposite actually. His looks are fairly plain, hazel nut eyes, with the occasional colour contacts. And black hair that changes like the seasons. He's not a body builder but more… model fit. Although he could be found at the gym on rare days, Rie keeps his personal exercise habits to himself. Sometimes he has a little stomach but it's usually worked off in the next month or so. He has nice long legs and arms to accompany then. High cheek bones, the works. Clearly a victim for gayness/cross dresser. Even though he's shy as hell, Rie takes his manhood proudly and would never want to be mistaken for a woman… again.
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SO LETS HANG OUT IN THE CLOUDS
[/color][/font][/center]OCCUPATION high school
FAMILY
Father: Jason Taylor;; 36;; Pilot
Mother: Yoshimi Takanaga;; deceased
Grandfamily: Momii && Yamigii Takanaga;; retired;; very old
HISTORY
Hailing from Osaka Japan, Ruki comes from a long line of fishermen and business men and sailors.
He was born February fourteenth. It was one of those normal days. His mother, the Japanese was only sixteen. His father, the American sailor, was only twenty. His life had already began to rock the boat even before he was born. His mother's side wanted nothing to do with the American. His father's side wanted the child. In the end his mother side won and he spent the next fifteen years running and raising hell up and down the Japanese wards.
He grew up in a run down rice farm. That's what got him into gangs. He had to continuously change elementary schools because Rie would find a way to have the class band against the teacher. It finally came down to his mother's side homeschooling him. From a harsh grandfather who served in WWII to his kind hearted grandmother, Rie had mix trainings about almost every life lesson.
When his middle school yeas came about, the teen was allowed to enter public schools once more. He was no longer interested in gangs and found a new passion for guitars and singing. He started a band in 6th grade and they would literally play all day. They would disrupt the lessons and it once again resulted in homeschooling. During this time his mother had grown gravely ill. His band would play on the streets when he could get away from the "jiji" r grandfather. It was also during this time where he experimented with the American emo band style. Jiji was not pleased.
His mother had died right before he began highschool and his grandparents had offered to pay for him. New had gotten out in America about his mother's death and his father had made it to the burial. Being the first time he ever met his father, Rie naturally rejected his proposal to come back with him to America. It would be after his grandfather had a massive heart attack that changed his mind. Rie made his father agree to take care of his grandparents for the rest of their days and for him to have yearly visits to clean his mother's grave.
It took a while for his father to agree to the terms but he finally gave in. It was hard for Rie to say goodbye to his beloved Japan, his family and friends. But he couldn't do anything for his family here. In Japan he was a nobody. Everyone knew he was a good kid. But he knew he was a failure. If he could learn some American wisdom then maybe he could help out his family. His father enrolled him into the towns' high school, hoping he would change his mind about the family and just do it for himself.
The trip to America was strange. Everyone spoke different language, it wasn't all the same. But there was one thing he did enjoy and it was the teenager's sense of style. Even if it was a little bit of home, he was happy to have it.
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I'LL MAKE HER SEE THAT SHE'S MINE
[/color][/font][/center]Ruki
AGE
16
EXPERIENCE
5 - to almost 7 years
TIME ZONE
Eastern baby
CONTACT
...i guess... kissthepoisonwithlust@yahoo.com
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This come from this site original posting of the rp
A day at the park. Usually if you're a day walker, you enjoy the sun's rays beaming down on your already warm skin. The heat, the perspiration. those were humanly things only humans had. Not vampires. Even the most skilled of vampires couldn't resist the urge to walk out into the light. It was a cool winter's night. The bird's laid in their nest; nestled together to keep warm. Raccoons raided the uncovered trashed cans, spreading along garbage in their paths. There was another creature out on a night such of this. He had an incurable thirst. Sometimes he was good at controlling it, but on those off days, the days when it's best to avoid this creature, his eyes shone red and fiery for his cursed passion, his skin pale and very papery, his hands hollow and filled with random various twitching.
This creature had many names. Walker of the night, master of the night, vampire. But this creature preferred to be called Soren, his birth name. Sure many vampires forget the even of their past lives. They have to move on every year. It's only obvious that they don't age. Shape shifting is something no one has accomplished, that is to Soren's knowledge on vampires. He never really encountered others like him. Sure a few hunters and creatures like that, but he was always a loner since the death of his parents. Even his vampire lord who had turned him hadn't stayed long.
Being with people caused the blonde boy to shiver. He never really liked the thought of being with others. It wasn't like he didn't like others, it's just he never knew anything then what he had taught himself. Even the wise teachings of his Lord and his lord had proven lost. The vampire would never be able to grasp what it was like to be in the company of others. The eyes of a killer. He called it that when he was on the move for a midnight meal. He gazed at his surroundings only seeing the raccoons scurry away, apparently happy with their "dirty" work. The vampire's eyes traveled every which way, trying to spot his next meal. There was no one in his normal view. He sighed slowly and placed his hands in the pockets of his fleece trench coat.
It was a bit disappointing, knowing that the only way he was going to quench his thirst was by feasting on the animals who lived in the park. He heard the rustle of squirrels and prepared for an attack but something ceased his movement. The blond listen carefully as he heard the footsteps of two young woman move steadily along to each others' pace; totally oblivious of the monster that lurked in their shadows.
This creature had many names. Walker of the night, master of the night, vampire. But this creature preferred to be called Soren, his birth name. Sure many vampires forget the even of their past lives. They have to move on every year. It's only obvious that they don't age. Shape shifting is something no one has accomplished, that is to Soren's knowledge on vampires. He never really encountered others like him. Sure a few hunters and creatures like that, but he was always a loner since the death of his parents. Even his vampire lord who had turned him hadn't stayed long.
Being with people caused the blonde boy to shiver. He never really liked the thought of being with others. It wasn't like he didn't like others, it's just he never knew anything then what he had taught himself. Even the wise teachings of his Lord and his lord had proven lost. The vampire would never be able to grasp what it was like to be in the company of others. The eyes of a killer. He called it that when he was on the move for a midnight meal. He gazed at his surroundings only seeing the raccoons scurry away, apparently happy with their "dirty" work. The vampire's eyes traveled every which way, trying to spot his next meal. There was no one in his normal view. He sighed slowly and placed his hands in the pockets of his fleece trench coat.
It was a bit disappointing, knowing that the only way he was going to quench his thirst was by feasting on the animals who lived in the park. He heard the rustle of squirrels and prepared for an attack but something ceased his movement. The blond listen carefully as he heard the footsteps of two young woman move steadily along to each others' pace; totally oblivious of the monster that lurked in their shadows.
