Post by hunter on Feb 11, 2008 20:19:48 GMT -5
[AboutTheRoleplayer
Name: Call me by my character's name.
Age: Not tellin'
Roleplaying Pet Peeve: I hate it when people don't diversify their sentences. She did this. She did that. She did the other thing. She's an idiot!
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Name: Teeda Bakura
Age: 15
PB: Teeda (From Back-on)
Mental Condition: Schizophrenia
Personality: Teeda's personality differs between when he's seeing reality and when he's seeing his hallucinations. When seeing reality, Teeda tends to be very frank, and speaks his mind. He doesn't like your shirt, he'll tell you. Your habits disgust him, he'll say it to your face. He doesn't really care.
Teeda's a lot different when seeing hallucinations, though. He continually sees a strange, hooded man, resembling the grim reaper. This happens mostly when he's alone. He gets a strange screaming sensation, a desire to yell out, but normally isn't able to. He thinks that death has nearly arrived.
History: Teeda had always had strange images, ever since he was young. He told his parents constantly that a robed man was watching him. His parents, scared of this, began to travel with him at all times. He began to describe the robed man more and more, and soon it became apparent that he was seeing the image of the grim reaper.
His parents took him to a doctor one day, and told the man everything, all of the sightings of the grim reaper. Teeda was diagnosed with Schizophrenia. His parents began to feel frightened, their child wouldn't be able to attend a normal school like this! He's be locked in the wacky shack!
But, soon the two worrisome parents came upon Kailyan, and rejoiced. When Teeda entered his high school years, he began to attend the institute. He still saw the reaper, though.
Appearance:
Teeda's arms and legs are covered in numerous tattoos, blending with his light white skin. His appearance is that of an Asian teenager, with black hair buzzcut in the back, but flat on top. His eyes are thin, and give off a deathlike appearance.
Teeda commonly wears hooded sweaters over sleeveless shirts, most of them having images of Japanese bands and the like. His favorite sweater has an image of an angel on it, as he likes anything that shows Angels, and is afraid of things that show skulls or the reaper.
Likes: Pictures of Angels, pictures of God, tattoos, rabbits, furry things, sweaters.
Dislikes: Pictures of the Grim Reaper, pictures of skulls, pictures of people dying, pictures of scythes, real scythes (Really freak him out)
Family
Parents: Kura (Mom) and Kenji (Dad) Bakura.
Siblings: None
Other: None
Roleplay Sample:Yet again, he was running from someone. Yesterday, it was the merchant, and today a couple of guards. When would it end? That was one question that you couldn't answer until the day it happened.
Running from the guards was, of course, Hunter. Now, by no means was he a thief, or a trouble causer. It just seemed that everywhere he went, Hunter always got into a fight. It was probably the fault of the cursed mark on his eye.
"Curse it all! Why can't you just leave me be? IT WAS SELF DEFENSE!" Hunter spat at the guards, who only seemed to get angrier. Hunter sighed. He shouldn't even try, it was no use. Their skulls were as thick as lead.
Hunter scanned the narrow alleyway, looking for a way to escape the guards stumbling after him. He soon noticed a ladder, and lunged at it, grabbing on, but almost falling off before regaining his balance. Clamoring up, Hunter reached the flat roof of a low building. Perfect. He set off at a brisk pace, running over to the edge, before he jumped off the roof into a hay cart. The guards, losing sight of him, ran past, and Hunter sighed.
After a while, Hunter jumped out of the cart, a bunch of hay stuck in his mouth. Spitting it out, he brushed off his clothing. His attire was quite strange, only a green sash slung over his torso, and a pair of baggy pants that ended at the ankles. He wore no footwear, which was quite odd.
Brushing back his hair, which was an odd Maroon color, he looked about a little longer, his blue eyes scanning everything. The guards were gone. Excellent.
He had to get away, lest he be attacked again. Hunter finished brushing off the hay, and began moving. Luckily, nobody was around, meaning nobody was staring at him suspiciously. Nobody staring at him suspiciously meant that he was less likely to be reported.
Slinging his back over his shoulder, Hunter sighed and began to walk, trying to look average. This was sort of hard when you were a 6'4" man with maroon red hair and a strange attire.
Teeda's Theme Song:
youtube.com/watch?v=bsXUoB1vmUI&feature=related
