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 |  Onderwerp: Shio Yamada  vr aug 09 2013, 19:25 | |
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S H I O
‘’He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, he laughs at fear afraid of nothing’’
When the rain starts to fall, when the winds starts to blow. Something whispers from afar, there’s a home in some hearts. BASIC SH*T
REALLY BASIC INFORMATION.
NAME. Shio
SURNAME. Yamada
AGE. 17yo
P.O.B. Shadra
ANY KIND OF RELIGION.? I don’t believe in that kind of crap.
BLOOD GROUP. B-
GENDER. M
YOUR NATIVE LANGUAGE? French
ANY OTHER KNOWN LANGUAGES? Why? Do you want to know in how many languages I can say shit? Merde..
HEIGHT. 177CM
WEIGHT. 63KG
WHAT’S YOUR SEXUALITY? What’s it to you?! *looks away* --I.. Don’t know. .... –I –I’ve never been in love.
DESCRIPE YOUR OUTER APPEARANCE PLEASE. Don’t you have eyes? –Geez these questions are stupid— *sigh* I’m not that tall –sadly— and neither fat or thin. My body is pretty uh, normal I guess? Not particularly buff, but certainly not a pushover either!! *stares* My eyes are yellowy-ish, and my hair is a normal brown. WHAT ABOUT THE PINK AND PURPLE TIPS OF YOUR HAIR? DID YOU DYE THOSE? No! That’s totally natural of course. I’m not a sissy who actually dyes his hair. *tch* … *pauses before continuing* As for clothes, I like to dress in dark colors –Though I’m not emo, mind you— and I have a habit of always taking a bandana with me. It’s often around my neck, waist or arm. I actually don’t wear it around my head.. –Anymore—. *frowns a little before grinning again* And yes, I really am naturally this handsome. *smiles and turns his head towards questioner* So stop staring. *glares*
DO YOU HAVE ANY DISTINCTIVE MARKS? What’s it with you and wanting to know every inch of my body!? *suspicious glare* Well.. I have this tattoo on my neck, actually a barcode. It’s been there for almost 6 years and the meaning behind that is –*smirks and pauses* well wouldn’t you like to know? … SO YOU WON’T TELL? No. Not if you want to stay alive that is. The numbers are: 00002-00109 and those mean—*anticipating look* nothing of course.*mysterious smile* Besides the tattoo I do have some scars, but nothing worth mentioning really.
DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY? Oh yeah, a huge one. If you count all the children of the orphanage I grew up with. Other than that? Not that I know of. *trying hard not to frown*
IDENTITY
MY AMAZING PERSONALITY.
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF, CHARACTER-WISE? How would I describe myself? *scoffs* … *soft voice* —I.. don’t know really. I guess I can tell you what the orphanage always said about me. To say those things about yourself is.. –embarrassing— stupid. They say I’m a serious person, who knows how to work hard. I guess.. I can be considered a nice person *blush* who often *swallows* smiles easily when—*skips over that part* I like to take chances in life, and I like teasing people a little –a lot.— I like to say what’s on my mind, but I can feel guilty very easily. So don’t put me in that kinda situation!! *glare* and old friends used to say that I think about others first before thinking about myself. *small blush, Tch.* —The lucky bastards whom I count as friends.—
A lot of people think that due to my impassive and serious air, that I’m a nasty or insensitive person. –Some of them are right. But the bastards deserve it— But I- I guess I’m not. I think I’m easily worried about others even though I don’t look like it or always act like it. For my friends.. well I’m always there for them when they need me. Even when the bastards don’t want my help. *happy distant smile* —I.. Do not think of myself as a saint or someone who deserves things such as love. But I absolutely hate people who don’t show any respect for me or anything for that matter. Aside from that I absolutely hate it when things are untidy or not presentable for others. And thus I hate people who are like that too. Messy, sticky. *shudders*. That’s kinda it I think.
WHAT KIND OF THINGS DO YOU LIKE? What an.. interesting question. *thinks* Long and wide clothing, clothing that don’t fit and are too large for me. Besides that, —to be on top of the world? — *laughs* —Ah! Tidy rooms! Cleaning my own stuff; laying emphasis on my own. I absolutely dislike cleaning up after others.. –oh, we were talking about the things I like right? *starts thinking again* Respect? Yeah, people who show respect to me and other things. ANY FOOD OR DRINK? *tch* what do you take me for? Some fatty who’s addicted to ice cream? … *quiets down* Well.. icecream is pretty yumm—
THINGS YOU DISLIKE OR HATE? Besides people who ask a lot of irritating questions? *chuckles sadistically* .. Chicken. I hate everything that has to do with chicken to the point I’m starting to dislike people who do like chicken. *suspicious look as if to say; lemme guess you like chicken?* I really don’t like drawing a lot of attention, I just hate being the center of attention. When people take me for a fool. They really shouldn’t do that.. *narrows his eyes* .. I hate feeling like I’m trapped, or caged or.. cornered. *shudders* strong odors and disorder. And well let’s just say I loveee people who are so fake that barbies seem real. *cough, face turns sour*
MY DIARY
THE THING YOU REALLY SHOULDN’T BE STICKING YOUR NOSES IN.
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST PLEASE. Ok. You’ve just crossed the line lady. Why should I tell you my f*cking life story? What are you going to do with it huh!? Sell it!? Use it for future threats!? WE NEED THIS FOR YOUR ENROLLMENT, SHIO. We? Suddenly there’s a we? Enrollment.. –this was the worst idea ever— … *sighs loudly and glares at the questioner* I’ll tell you what, I’m going to tell you bits. But you have to promise that you won’t ask the question why something happened or why I did things the way I did. Well.. I already told you a tip of the iceberg. When I was eight I was sent to an orphanage. *tells all of this with a steel face* I didn’t really have a choice after the death of my parents of course. I don’t remember their faces, nor do I want to. *stares at the questioner* Honestly, I don’t. *convincing smile* I guess I didn’t bother talking to other children and stuff, so I was pretty much alone. Which I also didn’t mind. *stares again* I would usually hang behind the computer. And because I didn’t have anything else to do besides gaming on the computer, I developed a.. new kind of hobby. Let’s just say I was pretty good at programming and at the less-legal-kind of programming. *shakes head in disgust after seeing the ‘interrogator’s’ confusion* Hacking. Duh. I could pretty much hack into any kind of system without tripping any alarms. It started with small blogs but it didn’t took very long before I could hack into big databanks. No. I’m not going to tell what kinds. Let’s just say my talent was noticed by some other people who lived in the orphanage and we kinda developed our special ‘talents’ together.
When I was 18 I left the orphanage with two of my ‘friends’. We didn’t have any money and we decided to take the not so legal route to gain it. One of my ‘friends’ was pretty good with cards, so we went to the casino to… ‘steal’ some money. *pauses for a moment* It’s stealing because my ‘friend’ used tricks to win the games. Normally that kind of thing would’ve been noticed by the guards. If it wasn’t for me that is. I helped by hacking into the video surveillance system of the casino to obscure everything. It worked like a charm and we immediately raised a large sum of money. But one day.. we were caught. *swallows* It was.. entirely my fault as I wasn’t paying attention to the screen and even though It was within my power to avoid being caught, I was too late. At that moment someone immediately made a proposition. Either go to jail or help catching other hackers. And well the choice was pretty easy. So that’s pretty much what I’m doing now. *looks away bored* Oh yeah, enrolling into this school was part of the deal. Sadly.
‘’s h u t u p a n d g e t t h e h e l l a w a y f r o m m e’’
Softly now thread through the sounds of the dark, softly be led by the clouds and the stars
‘’I g n o r a n c e i s t h e n i g h t o f t h e m i n d, b u t a n i g h t w i t h o u t m o o n a n d s t a r s.’’
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