Post by Yuki Honda on Oct 29, 2011 2:22:12 GMT -5
You want to tell me what this is all about?
Name: Yuki Honda
Street Name: Lil' J, Otaku, Irezumi, Puff, etc.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
I take a look at my life and realize there's not much left
Age: 23 years old
Bitch or Homie: Biggest bitch you'll ever meet
Cause I've been blastin' and laughin so long that
Even my ma'ma thinks that my mind is gone[/font][/size][/b]
Where you from?: Tokyo, Japan
Whatchoo do?: Drug dealer, starving artist/assistant for a small time newspaper's comic's section
Who you be reppin?: Neutral
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
Me, be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
How you do:
[/li][li] Calculating
[/li][li] Imaginative
[/li][li] Eccentric
[/li][li] Calm
[/li][li] Pedigree
[/li][li] Peaceful
[/li][li] Obsessive
[/li][li] Depressive
[/li][li] Kill-or-be-killed mentality
[/li][li] Dedicated
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You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
Your thing:
[/li][li] Tea
[/li][li] Favorite TV dramas -- especially things with supernatural and dramatic themes
[/li][li] (not-so-secretly) Manga, anime, and BL
[/li][li] People watching
[/li][li] Drawing/coloring/painting
[/li][li] Taking pictures
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I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc'-
As they grew I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
Not your thing:
[/li][li] Dancing
[/li][li] Subways
[/li][li] Singing/public speaking
[/li][li] Non-creative environments
[/li][li] Bad deals
[/li][li] Hentai
[/li][li] Over acting/poor storylines/Flat characterization
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I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
What you been through:
Yuki was born to a young couple on a snowy February morning, and, as their first child, was spoiled rotten. The two were very indulgent to their child, even as at a young age, and even when they moved to America, and were struggling to learn the language and get back on their feet fiscally, they still dotted on their baby.
However, even if they adored their daughter, they gave her a mountain of responsibilities and expectations -- get good grades, clean the house while mama and papa are away, study your English and make sure to speak in Japanese to Grandpa or he'll whap you upside the head! And, for the most part, she did all of this; granted, with the help of said grandparent, but it all got done, and her parents were proud. However, the demands built up as she grew older, and when her grandpa, whom Yuki was close to, passed away when she was fourteen, she couldn't handle all the stress.
Yuki shut down, withdrew into herself and drew. Just, drew, and didn't really ever stop. Granted, her grades suffered for it, but by the time she was in high school, Yuki got out of her funk and used her drawing as a sort of diary. She showed great talent, and eventually went to community collage. It wasn't the best of times, and her parents were more then a little upset with her about her choices, but Yuki enjoyed life, for the most part. Eventually, she had to pick up light drug dealing in order to survive off a meager budget, and after she graduated and found that she couldn't find much work in her preferred field, Yuki fell back on that. So now she's living in a little one bedroom apartment in a not-so-nice-but-not-horrible part of town, busting ass at a local paper's comic's section and hopping to make it big.
On my knees in the night
Other shit:
- Often draws morbid pieces, some obscure political pieces, some just. ...nightmarish.
- Has a cruel and morbid sense of humor.
- Speaks and (and to an extent, reads and writes) Japanese fluently.
- Has a cat named Maru, and he's her baby -- she dots on the cat and feeds him expensive fish and cat food and buys him nothing but the best toys.
Sayin prayers in the street light
Show us what you got:
-- An RP sample from my position as Gilbert over at Mythos --
Gilbert nodded almost sagely as he patted Ivan on the head -- almost hushing him and trying his best to calm the almost over-excitable new pup. "Of course he's real -- if he wasn't, why would your people have stories about him, hm? You think he just appeared out of human imagination, like that Baba Yaga you seem to fear so much? No. He's real, lives just off of Fester and Gomez Street," he explained with a casual shrug.
"And of course before you start on shelving and organizing my little library, he'll have to teach you the English Alphabet -- he's a wiz at English, for such an ancient Geezer," he said, much to 'nature's' anger -- the sky outside seemed to darken considerably and the temperature, even in the cozy castle, seemed to drop considerably.
"Ehhhh, i mean, he's a YOUNG, HIP old guy with dashing facial hair!" he called out to nothing in particular, smiling wide and winking at the ceiling, and sighing as the temperature went back to normal.
"Now, let's go and get you some clothing -- but first, a shower and a change of clothing for me," he said, lightly lifting Ivan's head from his knees and standing, and pointing to a door, which presumably, held the bathroom, and left with a mumbled,"if you need anything, i'll be just down the hall, last door to the left."
Gilbert nodded almost sagely as he patted Ivan on the head -- almost hushing him and trying his best to calm the almost over-excitable new pup. "Of course he's real -- if he wasn't, why would your people have stories about him, hm? You think he just appeared out of human imagination, like that Baba Yaga you seem to fear so much? No. He's real, lives just off of Fester and Gomez Street," he explained with a casual shrug.
"And of course before you start on shelving and organizing my little library, he'll have to teach you the English Alphabet -- he's a wiz at English, for such an ancient Geezer," he said, much to 'nature's' anger -- the sky outside seemed to darken considerably and the temperature, even in the cozy castle, seemed to drop considerably.
"Ehhhh, i mean, he's a YOUNG, HIP old guy with dashing facial hair!" he called out to nothing in particular, smiling wide and winking at the ceiling, and sighing as the temperature went back to normal.
"Now, let's go and get you some clothing -- but first, a shower and a change of clothing for me," he said, lightly lifting Ivan's head from his knees and standing, and pointing to a door, which presumably, held the bathroom, and left with a mumbled,"if you need anything, i'll be just down the hall, last door to the left."
Been spending most our lives living in the Gangsta's Paradise