Sign Up Graffiti [M-LVS]

[Vicky]

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[SIZE=1][B][U]Graffiti.[/B] M-LVS[/U] [I]Hands swept across the wall, fast racing cars darting. Clutching tightly two spray-paint cans, designing, creating. Words patched up on the wall, swearing, poems, names, and nicknames, all that in time would later be passed off as Graffiti. It was the colour of rainbows, crafted like a professional had done it, yet no one would buy his piece of work. Paint splats on the wall out of the can and the hooded young man stands there as if it were just a hobby that no one cared about. It wasn?t, really. It wasn?t just graffiti on the wall, it was what he wanted to say but he kept it hidden. In school he couldn?t help but mess around, now he dragged himself into the wrong life and he couldn?t change himself now. He had his friends, his paint and his streets, what more did he need? A lot more. He couldn?t help but think about it. What would have happened if he had done well in school? Maybe? just maybe? he could have been a lawyer, or a writer, or whatever he wanted. An artist. He could do graffiti, in his eyes that was art, his only art.[/I][/CENTER] But that?s just it, isn?t it? In Tsuket City, no matter what, there?s always the gangs of vandals. It wasn?t there fault. Kids had always had it rough, the police didn?t like kids, so most kids would miss out on school if they get arrested for no reason. Law in Tsuket says that no matter what age you still have the same penalties. Imagine that for a baby boy. Maybe that?s why there are so many gangs in Tsuket; maybe they?re there for the thrill. The thrill of knowing that if they?re caught the risk is very high, the thrill of knowing that every day they express their feelings on the wall they could die in prison. Tsuket City is like no other place. It?s your average, dark in places and happy in places city, yet for the young adults it contains an extra meaning because of their past. Welcome, my little one, to Tsuket City. Like the boy with the can, you?re out on the streets with your friends and gangs for a reason. You had it hard; you messed up somewhere, now you?re in for a thrill, the thrill of the hard police of Tsuket. Just remember not to go over any graffiti ? it?s there for a reason. For more information, questions, comments, please wait for the Underground Thread. I don?t want to pile you with lots of information. Sign-Up: [B]Name:[/B] [Including any nicknames] [B]Age:[/B] [13 ? 20] [B]Group:[/B] [If any] [B]Group Title/Place:[/B] [You might be the chatty one or the leader] [B]Description:[/B] [Picture or written, please] [B]Personality:[/B] [Two paragraphs minimum] [B]Biography:[/B] [We?re talking about deep characters here, so I?m looking for biographies that tell us why your character became the way they are, what went wrong .etc, and make it 4 paragraphs min?, please] Due to the sad fact I don?t normally get many people to sign-up and I waste a lot of my time on sign-up?s, I?ll be posting my sign-up later on. You should have an idea by now of what I want. I?ll answer everything in the Underground thread. [/SIZE]

[Angelus_Necare]

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[color=darkorange][font=georgia] [u]Name:[/u] Allie "Cross" Johnson [u]Age:[/u] 20 [u]Group:[/u] None. [u]Group Title/Place:[/u] N/A [u]Description:[/u] Straggly and thin, one wouldn't know that Allie was female unless they were within ten feet of her, and not many are daring enough to partake in that oppertunity. She's relatively short for her age, her slight form giving the impression of a young teen more offten that not. Atop her head where once blonde hair grew is now a riot of green woven into a braid halfway down her back. Cool garnet eyes peer about smoothly from behind heavy lidded eyes that show dissintrest yet great intensity. She'll wear anything that's practical and can cover her completely, being beyond the stage of wearing ridiculously uncomfortable clothing to make any sort of statement. Yet the only item of clothing she never Goes without is an old leather vest that has the word "REPENT" painted in white along the back, or without without her pair of deep red shitkickers. Her usual assortment of clothing include ripped jeans, long sleeved shirts, or any odd bit of garments she has decided to attach to herself that day. [u]Personality:[/u] Allie carries a rather rougish disposition, feeling that if there were less people about her she'd be better off to do what she wanted. This is not to say that she's completly rude to anyone who crosses paths with her. She's really quite a charming person, who will go out of her way to parade her polite exterior before you. Polite or not, there's always an a slight haughty air about Allie. An additude that she's merely more sophisticated and mature than any given street roamer. Fearless, stern and strong willed well describe Allie, yet she rarely comes off as intimidating. While she doesn't care much to express what kind of person she is inside to strangers, it doesn't take long to find out what makes her tick. What you would find underneith is a rather noble and kind person, who will face nearly anything for those she trusts and cares for. [u]Biography:[/u] Years before the standoffish rouge that is Allie today, there was once a cheerfull young girl who would do anything to please anyone. It was back then that Allie and her twin sister Rally lived together in their family home, daughters to two very busy parents. Allie and Rally spent the majority of their time together while their parents worked long hard hours to support themselves. Allie didn't mind not seeing her parents everyday and graced them with her polite and sweet behavior when she was in their presence. Rally on the other hand was cold and bitter to her parents neglect, only placing trust in her sister while her parents made the occasional trip home. Allie and Rally's Parents were religious missionaries, and would place God's message upon the girls whenever the chance arose. Neither of the twins put much of any thought towards it, perhaps because they were so young. When the girls had reached ten, Rally made a proposition to her sister. She coaxed her twin into running away with her, to a place where someone would pay them mind, a place where they wouldn't be ignored or forgotten. Allie reluctantly agreed to the plan, Naively thinking a life on the streets would be better for the both of them. She was saddly mistaken. Not five days after they ran away from home Rally grew sick and weak, leaving a worried Allie to take care of her ill sister in the streets. The mother of the twins happened upon the girls late the next evening and swept them off to home, scolding them the entire way. Rally received the most heat for running away since it was her idea, and for dishonoring her parents. As the days went on Rally became sicker and sicker, being told that this was God's way of punishing her. Rally spit on the name of the lord and refused to beleive in any of it. Allie snuck into Rally's room to speak with her for the last time. She pleaded with her dying sister to accept god and repent for what she did to their family. Rally merely smiled and mentioned that this was punishment and that she would pay for what she started. Allie looked on in despair as she watched her sister's life slowly ebb away that night. After Rally's death Allie became slightly disturbed as far as the issue of God went. She would praise the name and do all she could to appease the force that took her sister's life. One evening several weeks later, she left her home without a trace with the notion of repaying her sister's sins by living on the streets and spraying her religious epitaphs accross the brick that upheld society. She stands alone in her quest of repentance, and will let no one aid her or stand in her way. [/color][/font]

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[Retribution]

I'll update this when I get home. Sounds like an interesting RPG here...

[B]Name:[/B] Julius "Gram" Rellion
[B]Age:[/B] 16 & 1/2
[B]Group:[/B] Has not decided which group to join, as he has various requests by multiple groups. As of now, he is going to he highest bidder.
[B]Group Title/Place:[/B] Chief Piecer. The title was given to him due to his immense talent with tagging anything and everything. All his graffiti is a masterpiece, so if his crew needs something tagged, they turn to him for quality, speed, and skill in the art.
[B]Description:[/B]
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He has no cowboy hat, swords, or traditional samurai garb, but he still has the gloves. He wears loose, black cargo pants held onto his waist with a brown belt. He wears a grey shirt that says "Shattered" on the front, and "Shattered" backwards on the back. The text is white, graffiti script, and looks like broken glass.
[B]Personality:[/B] Julius is energetic and amiable to all that he crosses paths with; even the cops. Feeds off the energy of those around him, and can make a quiet person into a regular loudmouth. He is up for whatever challenge is thrown at him, taking on ambitious graffiti projects all the time.

He loves graffiti, and thinks it another form of art. He is a good listener, but is usually the one talking. He is in general very artistic, expressing his thoughts, opinions, and emotions with a spray can and a concrete canvas. (More to add on here)
[B]Biography:[/B] Julius grew in a working-class family. By no means did he have a bad childhood, or grow up in a Red Light District. His father was always working overtime, and his mother was a part-time secretary, who's main job was to bring up Julius and his younger sister the right way.

At around age twelve, he became completely obsessed with drawing graffiti on paper. He practiced his words, murals, and even abstractions for three years on paper. His sketches and thoughts became more and more detailed; by the end of the three-year period, he diagrammed his works to scale, wrote notes in the margin on where the spray should be light, dark, thick, overlayed, and dripped onto the canvas of concrete. But he never had the guts to actually tag something.

Not until a kid in a gang dared him to. He was chumped around, and made fun of for only drawing his works on paper. They urged him to try applying his complex drawings with real paint. So he tried, and failed for several months, researching the proper techniques and colors that had to be used to make graffiti a piece of art. At age 14, he had completed a master-piece that gang-leaders dreamed about. He boldly placed it on the side of a local drug-store, the place where most of the taggers hung out. It got him instant recognition, and high demand. The word was on the street that a young kid without a crew had insane tagging skills, and was a graffiti prodigy.

He tried joining a gang, but didn't like it. At the young age of 14, he wasn't mature enough to run with the big-boys, and got bullied around, forced to do impossible tasks. He quit, but not without alot of grief from his gang. He was attacked at night, and managed to stay alive. He killed the leader with a kitchen bread-knife, and dragged his body into a sewer. The killing still has not been traced back to him. The gang did not think such a young boy would perform such a hideious crime.

Julius started signing his masterpieces with the nickname "Gram," which has made this fabled "Gram" the best tagger of their generation. He is still a hot commodity.

[Vicky]

[SIZE=1]So far, so good. OB is pissing me off so I apologise for any mistakes in my sign-up and the fact I'm not using HTML now... OB is really pissing me off the the "Page cannot be displayed" crap.
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[B]Name:[/B] Miguel ?Mark? Cacopyre

[B]Age:[/B] 19

[B]Group:[/B] Night Terrors. Originally the group had no name, but because they normally went out to graffiti at night people called them Night Terrors. This group only allows people who have been in jail in.

[B]Group Position/Title:[/B] Leader

[B]Description:[/B]
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His title of Mark isn?t actually a name, it?s because he has marks on his face. Tattooed on when he was in jail, Miguel has two black teardrops from his right eye symbolizing he was in a prison outside of Tsuket for two years and on his arm he has a pattern of snakes, every two snakes is one year (there are five snakes on his arm meaning he was there for two years and a half).

[B]Personality:[/B] Funny, in his own sick way. Artistic, in his own strange way. Chaotic in his own insane way. Miguel is perfectly normally, perfectly sane, like most people his only problem is crime. Miguel jokes sometimes, he?s a typical leader and of course he loves art. From his childhood Miguel can?t help but be a little chaotic at times, even creepy sometimes. Many people have said he?s the most artistic man they?ve ever known, since he?s a man who likes the write and graffiti. Miguel is understanding, but he doesn?t like competition. He only understands what he wants to understand, nothing more.

He?s a mean kid when it comes to his territory and competition. Calm and your average criminal around his friends that?s only the mask over his brutal side to everything else. He feels strongly about abuse, drugs and the way people grow up; still he only cares about the people in the Night Terrors. He has no feelings of remorse towards anyone else; he tries not to be afraid, because that?s what he?s learnt from his past. Most of all, he?s a little sick in the head. Sometimes his jokes actually mean something.

[B]Biography:[/B] At 6am, January 10th 1986 a young boy was born who was later named Miguel Cascopyre. His father, an abusive ex-boxer and slob, his mother an idiot who married the wrong man and couldn?t escape. For as long as Miguel could remember his family had been poor, mostly his fathers fault. Miguel was abused by his father from a very young age, and every day in school he had to make up reasons for his new bruises and cuts, which sparked his imagination, a imagination that could have been something one day if it weren?t for everything Miguel had gone through.

He was a smart kid in school. He could write, read, draw, do maths, anything. But no matter how smart he was he always went home to a fist of his father. His mother did nothing but stand by and watch, Miguel even wondered if she cared. She didn?t seem to, to Miguel anyway. When Miguel was just six years old his mother left them, giving the young boy the impression that no one cared about Miguel Cacopyre. Because he had little money he was teased and tormented in school, making his temper rise so much that it was all going to explode one day, and he?d take it out on a lot of people, including himself probably.

One day it did. When a bully got him in the playground, Miguel only being ten, he punched the bully in the face and didn?t stop attacking him. The bully was taken to hospital, everyone was afraid of Miguel and no one but his teacher would talk to him. She understood him and got the answers she wanted from him, as well. Miguel felt as if one person cared about him, just one. No one else. At home he began to write, draw more, and then he was abused by his father everyday, again. Miguel only spoke to his teacher, he hit people in school, became a bully, but still he was sick of his father. Instinct wanted him to kill his own father, so did his feelings.

Miguel murdered his father one day and the smart kid made it look like an accident. He ran away, dropped out of school at the age of 12 and never saw any of his friends again. It wasn?t long until he became a graffiti artist. His first street family was the Rascals, a group that took in mainly younger kids. Run by the infamous Gavin Prime Miguel learnt the ways of painting on walls and expression in ways writing never taught him. Graffiti became a life style for him. It was his new way of expressing his hate for his life, his inconvenience and everything he had lost. Miguel had wanted to be an author, but because of his rage he had lost everything. Street life was his new life.

He was arrested with his gang at the age of 13, and taken into a prison inside Tsuket. There he spent two years and a half, growing up again, in prison. He was rough enough to be an adult; he even got his marks, and his famous name, Mark. Gavin Prime became his inspiration when the former leader left to be moved to another jail, leaving no leader for the Rascals. There was no family after that, they all split. Miguel got his respect with his older friends, he was okay in jail, he learnt more than he could have and was finally released when he was 15.

A year later Miguel was arrested again when he formed the Night Terrors. He was arrested for graffiti and put into a prison outside Tsuket where he had already had great respect from his reputation. He spent his time in there and was released when he was 18, so Miguel re-formed the Night Terrors, only excepting members, young and old, who have been in jail. His mission for the Night Terrors was to spread their feelings and their marks all over the place, no matter what groups got in their way.[/SIZE]

[Che]

[COLOR=RoyalBlue][SIZE=1][FONT=Tahoma][B]Name:[/B] Catherine "Cat" Haruna

[B]Age:[/B] 14

[B]Group:[/B] Black Lynx, though only a few people are ever admitted into the gang. It's all up to what Cat wants.

[B]Group Title/Place:[/B] Leader

[B]Description:[/B] Attached! It's exactly like that, except without the wings and the tail.

[B]Personality:[/B] Cat doesn't like her real name, it's too fancy. She hates anything fancy. She hates a lot of things, and likes very little. She's a girl of few words, and most said are harsh and rude. She expresses everything with her art and nothing with words. She hates words. She hates talking. She loves art. That's all she really needed.

When it came to people, it wasn't even a topic. To Cat, school sucked mainly [i]because[/i] of people. If there wasn't any people, she'd go. If there wasn't anyone in the world, she'd visit it more. But there is people, and so she dealt with it. To her, the main purpose of 'everyone else' was to learn to appreciate art. [i]Her[/i] art. She couldn't think of any other reason for them being there except to make her life hell.

[B]Biography:[/B] Catherine was born June 5, 1990. Her sister died June 5, 1992. Her mother tried to kill her on June 5, 1999 and was arrested June 5, 2000. Her father walked out on her June 5, 2001. She hated her birthday. It was a day she spent inside, and didn't speak to anyone on that day. She never even acknowledged it as her birthday, or as something happy. It was merely the day she turned another year older. The only thing she remembers her mother as was a woman who loved to act fancy and wealthy. As if she belonged in the 1800's or something. And that's why Catherine hated fancy things.

Cat had only gone to prison once, and it was for a very short period. It was when she was twelve. She had, in her lack of a sense of direction, accidently added her art to the back of a Police Department. She should've known where she was by all the police cars. She should've known where she was by the men in uniforms walking in and out of the back door. She should've known where she was by the loud noise from inside the building. She should've known where she was by the sirens wailing in front and cars zooming past her. But she didn't. She hadn't noticed. And that was because she was painting her most artistic and beautiful piece yet.

She only noticed when a harsh hand was placed on her shoulder, nails digging into her skin, and when the touch of cold metal reached the back of her skull. The words still rang in her ears. "Put the cans down. You're under arrest, ya filthy brat." And she did. She didn't finish her work. She dropped the cans and stood up. Wrong move on her part. The policeman, taking this as a sign of resisting arrest, aimed his gun elsewhere and shot. He had shot fatally close to her heart, but she survived. Beyond all belief and hope and logic, Cat had survived. And gone to prison as well. She had a crappy lawyer, and nobody testified for her. And she spent six months in prison. Nobody bailed her out. Nobody cried when she was gone. Nobody missed her while she missed sunlight and good food and her own bed. And she was beaten in jail. She was beaten, harrased, and many other things. She never spoke of those things. She hated jail. She hated the police. She hated guns.

Now, Cat would usually skip school everyday, find an empty lot, paint some walls, then get out of there before she was caught. She didn't want to go back to a place she hated. Nobody appreciated what she did, or what her group did. They never painted anything offensive. They just merely wanted to paint where people would see it. To be realized and acknowledged. Would it go too far to say to be loved? They painted for attention and for themselves.

Cat didn't like people. Among [i]many[/i] other things. She hung out with a select few, those being in her group. Whenever someone came along and asked to be a part of her group, the most frequent reply was 'no' or 'get the hell away from me.' She never liked to be part of a crowd. Her two best friends were all she needed. She didn't need a dad who walked out on her, leaving nothing behind to help her. She didn't need a mom who tried to kill her, saying she was an accident, and had no place in the world. She didn't need a sister who she had no idea was. She didn't need any family at all. Just her two friends and her paint cans.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Skye]

[size=1][b]Name: [/b] Cameron ?Temptation? Gerard

[b]Age:[/b] 15

[b]Group:[/b] Night terrors

[b]Group Title/Place:[/b] Computer geek and silent information

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[b]Personality:[/b] Cameron is often silent, her lips always partially parted. Often her eyes have a distant look, but those in her group know they have keen sight, and she doesn?t miss a beat. She can always come up with something quick to say, but usually she doesn?t bother. All she has to do is give them a look that makes them feel like they know nothing, and they back down. Cameron often says nothing, but that is because she often doesn?t have to, and she doesn?t want to. The teen has a sharp tongue when angered, though, and can beat down the strongest with only words.

On the inside, though, Cameron is easily hurt, and she hides her sadness and hurt well. When she?s happy, no one can tell, and no one ever knows. The last time she let someone in, they hurt her badly. Cameron is nearly never happy, and it shows. She follows Mark, though, without thought. Her nickname, Temptation, came from the fact that she?s gorgeous and she knows it ? she just doesn?t let anyone touch her.

[b]Biography:[/b] Cameron didn?t often talk about her life before the streets ? except to Miguel. Cameron Alison Gerard was born on April 7th, 1990, to a single mother, into a household of three. She was the youngest of three children, with two older brothers. Her older brothers used to leave and not come back for weeks on end, and then her home would become hell on wheels. Her mother yelling, her brothers yelling back, things flying, breaking on the walls. At the age of six, Cameron was removed from her house, as she was in an unsafe environment. She was sent to live at an orphanage until she was 10.

Cameron was sick of being treated like she had no family. Her temper was bad, and so was her language. She ran away, and soon was roaming the streets, alone. In a back alley, not long after she ran away, a drunken man attacked her. He held her down, and defiled her, and she somehow managed to kill him afterwards. A passing by police heard the struggled, and found the girl, knife in hand, standing over the man?s dead body. She was brought to jail, and there she stayed.

Cameron earned the name ?Temptation? in jail, as she was one of the only females in her section. No man touched her, though, no man tried. They could tell she was young, and even bad guys have a conscience. Cameron stayed there for three years, and became tougher, yet quieter. Rarely was heard, and rarely seen. She often stayed in her cell, unless made to leave it, and only once was she transferred. Cam was released from prison as soon as Miguel was(his second time). Somehow she managed to persuade him to let her join. She?s been in the gang since the begging of the Night Terrors.

Cameron has a rep on the streets; she has many nicknames (Spy, Shadow, Death), though the one from the prison stuck. She was often feared, as she would kill anyone who tried to stop her. Her art(graffiti) is often gruesome and scary, telling everyone exactly what she had seen, and that its real, and not just something people made up. Occasionally she will make something that brings tears to her eyes as she does it, and everyone who sees it afterwards will never mess with them; they need the reminder of life.

Cameron does not often talk to her gang mates, only Miguel. He?s the only one who knows her story, and knows all of it. Cameron has no desire left for men, and she doubts she ever will.

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[color=silver]Name: Matt Grinnell "Milkyway"

Age: 17

Group: None

Group Title/Place: N/A

Description: Matt has this half starved look to him, which infact he is. He always has black on. Plain and simple, Dark button up shirt, black jeens, and a pair of converse. Black hair. Dark brown eyes. Pale skin. Usaly smoking a cigarette.

Personality: People who knew him as a child remember him as happy and popular, but then something happened, his grandfather died, and it just went down hill from there. He became darker and more introverted. He bcame the target of bullying.
After he left school, he bacame even darker. He just stopped going home, he lost all contact with his family and most of his friends. He's the steriotypical tourtured artist. no one ever gets close to him, he doesn't let them. There is rarely ever a smile on his face.

Biography: Matt's life was looking good until 3rd grade when his grandfather died. After that he bacem the target of bullies. In 6th grade his grandmother died. And in eithe his sister. And then in tenth his father. Matt doesn't seem to have much luck with family relationships. To many people died and hurt him that were close to him.
Matt was the smark kid with a slightly messed up past. But his future was looking bright until he just stopped showing up to school. A month later it was vaction and the students came back to a brand new paint job on the school. On the front there was a huge mural of the apoclypse, blood raining fromt he sky, the earth split open, and people dieing, withering in fire.
He has signed his nickname to it "Milkyway" so the school prosecuted him and sent him to prision. There his skills improved and he became darker and quieter. His writing became darker, more tormented. He became erratic and began to "cut". He became depressed, when he got out hje fell in with the friends he had made in prision leaving all traces off his former life behind. [/color]

[Pumpkin]

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[b]Name:[/b] Kasandra "Chameleon" Lee
Other Nicknames include : Alex and Kasia
[b]Age:[/b] 18
[b]Group:[/b] None
[b]Group Title/Place:[/b] Ex-Leader of Bloodfangs
[b]Description:[/b] She currently has long brown hair that reaches her back, and green eyes. When she dresses as alex she often wears a hat, with baggy jeans and t-shirts with labels but as Kasia she wears miniskirts to small dresses in which she wears out to parties. Her normal wear is casual, jeans, a tanktop and usually seen with a red bandana on to remind her of the times with the bloodfangs.
[b]Personality:[/b] Kasandra is innocent and harmless as herself, but as Kasia she often plays the seductress role quite well. She has a tomboyish nature about her that attracts alot of men, her attitude is rough and she is known for being picky about anything. Her language is actually quite good considered to most, but is not someone you want to get on your bad side. She has a softspot for people who are younger then her, but tends to hide it. Especially boys since she is reminded of her brother Boden that she had such little time to spend with. Her thoughts on love are shattered and she believes that nothing but sexual attraction keeps people together. Her main goal is just respect and money.

She is untrustworthy of men, and especially doesn't get along with women. She doesn't have many friends, but yet is still well-known throughout the community in which she has found many graffiti walls with her cameleon sign on it. This is a means of contacting her. She is willing to help anyone if they follow by the rules, She will do a favor for you, but in return you owe her one back as well. She lives by the rules of "For every opportunity there is a consequence" which means for every choice you make, there is something your giving away. Many only call on her, when they need something urgent, she dislikes petty deals, unless you are a friend or she owes you. (which by the way is rare to happen) The bigger the risk, the bigger the consquence.

[b]Biography:[/b] Kasandra Ann Lee was born May 12, 1986 in a poor home on the outskirts of Tsuket City. Her father was unemployed and her mother was constantly woking jobs, money was considered tight. She lived in the small home, with her two younger brothers, Jacob and Boden. Everything seemed fine, until one day Boden fell ill with Amonia. Because they were so behind on medical bills, Kasia's father did not take Boden to the hospital. He died on October 5th, 1999. Kasia has ever since blamed her father for the death of her precious little brother, and grew a deeper hatred for his lack of responsibility as a parent. She began to get into the blackmarket at an early age, trying to save up money for her and her brother to leave home.

As she got older, her reputation in the black market skyrocketed. She stole cars, jewelry, anything she could for her main objective, money. Kasia never thought of herself as a thief, she would steal things yes, but she would always give back to the person she stole from later on. She began to be known as a trustworthy supplier, and met alot of people on the streets. One in particular. Rafael. He was hispanic, physically fit, charming and polite for most on the streets, and soon found out he would become a great companion as well. He was known as the leader of the Bloodfangs. It was a well-known gang, rowdy, and sometimes known for taking things a bit too far. Hardly any females were ever allowed to join, and if they did could not take the rough nature. Rafael however, offered her the position.

After that, they became inseperable. She found out that brains sometimes overbeat brons, and there her life as a con-artist began. Rafael took her under his wing, and gave her a place for her and her younger brother to stay. He taught her how to con-others, of course, for the sake of the Bloodfangs. There she earned great respect in the group, and was known as "Chameleon", for her ability to disguise herself and was a great talker about getting out of things. She also planned out crimes before they actually happened. This became a threat to many rival gangs, who saw her as their main target.

For one of her disguises, she is known as "Alex" and dresses like a boy wearing a trucket hat and baggy jeans. She tends to blend in alot better in areas around men. Kasia has never been known to be a snitch, but more of a spy, leaking information to the gang. Her reputation was famous, except that no one but certain people knew the identity of Kasia for she was always playing as someone else. Her signature marking however, is but of course, a chameleon. The way to tell it is her, is by her signature Chameleon that was tattooed on her lower back above the saying "For every opportunity there is a consequence" she got when she was 16. Rafael and Kasia soon fell in love, they were going to start there life together. Everything was going great for her until one late night.

A scandal happened. Nobody knows what it was, the news reporters barely mentioned a word about it. The only thing that was mentioned was a fight between gangs broke out. A man was killed. Rafael. Kasia, missing. After their leaders were gone, the famous Bloodfangs disbanded. Many still await for her return hoping to get them to join their group as a great addition, and others think she went crazy. One thought that is pondered is what if the Chameleon was still alive, and just waiting for her return, or maybe nature took its course.



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[Vicky]

[SIZE=1][B]Alright, the so-far-accepted list. I'm making the Underground soon... sorry for taking so long XD

[U]Accepted[/U][/B]
Arika (Awaiting finished sign-up)
Angelus_Necare
Ohkami (Awaiting finished sign-up)
Altron (Awaiting finished sign-up)
Mai_Minase (Just add a second paragraph of a few mroe lines to your personality)
Rhian
Pumpkin

[U][B]Declined[/U][/B]
ShadO MagE
Sorry, my friend. You sign-up had real potenial, it really did. I love the nickname Milkyway, but I'm afraid not this time. Your description lacked a little, it wasn't very descriptive and just basically stated things about your character. Your personality was alright, it could do some work. Your biography did lack a lot, it told us a little but not a lot about your character. Next time, perhaps, but not this time ;) I assure you, if you work on your descriptions and whatnot you'll get in easily next time.

[B]Sign-up's remain open until Monday, and that's how long you've got to finish, sorry for it be so little time XD[/SIZE][/B]

[Sakura]

[color=Navy][b]Name:[/b] Kai [rhymes with Pie ^^] Elric
[b]Age:[/b] 17
[b]Group:[/b] [/color][size=2][color=Navy]Kaotic Society[/color][/size]
[color=Navy] [b]Group Title/Place:[/b] Electronics person, handles anything electronic that they have.
[b]Description:[/b] [url="http://img91.exs.cx/img91/4927/ai9yl.jpg"]Here[/url], keep the goggles but make the shirt longer and white, put a leather trenchcoat over the top and change the shorts to navy blue cargos. She also wears [url="http://img169.exs.cx/img169/8239/rensq0241p028uv.jpg"]this[/url] pendant and [url="http://img169.exs.cx/img169/5079/rensq0247p0101026ez.jpg"]this[/url] ring.
[b]Personality:[/b] Kai is a calm person and doesn't get angry very quickly, unless it's the police. She is strong minded and never admits defeat, even when she's lost. She's a quick thinker and solves problems quickly. She can easily keep a cool head in a heated argument. Kai is very stealthy, flexible, agile and acrobatic and gymnastic and has been since she was a child. She's been trained in many of the Martial Arts since she was a child and is especially good at Karate, Kung-Fu and Judo. But if she doesn't like you, she'll show it, and you'd have to gain her trust because she has a sixth sense with people.
But sometimes she can have a quick temper, and if someone annoys her for a long period of time, let's just say you won't want to be around when that happens. She'll fight valiently if her friends or family are ever in danger.
In her free time, Kai likes to be outside and look at nature and everything that the world has to offer. When not doing that she's usually messing around with something electronic. Mainly the mini computer that she carries around in her pocket. [see [url="http://img169.exs.cx/img169/9809/rensq0227p01027xe.jpg"]here[/url], it's like an organiser kinda thing, you flip it open and the bottom is the keyboard while the top is the screen.]
[b]Biography:[/b] [/color] [color=Navy]Kai has been a trouble child most of her life and has been hated by all the teachers she's ever had because she likes to cause chaos in the classrooms. She's been expelled from over 5 different schools as she moves from year to year, but she still keeps in touch with all the friends she has from those schools she was kicked out of. They're also trouble kids and caused havoc with her, though they were only suspended. Her parents are divorced and she stays with her dad, who's a failure and doesn't have a job, which is why her mum left him. She had never liked her mum because she was strict and always talked about studying and getting a good job when she was older, which resulted in her rebellion against studies, just to annoy her.

Kai doesn't really like her dad much either because he's a deadbeat, and he doesn't care about anything she does anyway. When she tells him that she's been expelled from another school, he just says 'Really? That's wonderful, honey.' Kai doesn't trust anyone in the world, because she knows that anyone and everyone will eventually stab her in the back somehow or another.

When she was 12 she began the life of graffiti as a way to express herself. Though being more of a technical person and better at judging the size, width and length of the art than actually being an artist, though she was still good. But one night when she was out painting, she was sprung by an undercover cop that was roaming the streets for any trouble. The policeman caught her and threw her into jail. When her parents were called, her mum didn?t care, and her dad didn?t have any money, so she just had to use her own money to bail herself out. But when she came out of jail she didn?t change her attitude, if anything she developed a stronger hatred toward police and did more graffiti than ever before.[/color]

[color=Navy]She mainly likes to paint Wolves on the walls, which is her call sign. She decided to use a wolf because they?re usually thought of to be alone, but when having found the right ?pack? will join and travel together, which is what happened when she met up with Celi. She saw her art and approached them. Celi took a while to decide but finally agreed and she became part of a pack.

[color=Black][b]OOC: [/b]Sorry it took so long but I finally finished. I hope it's in time.[/color]
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[Revelation]

[B]Name//[/B] Aricelia "Celi" Quentamos [B]Nicknames//[/B] Viper [B]Age//[/B] 17 [B]Group//[/B] Kaotic Society- A gang of contradictions is what the Kaotic Society is. They were named Kaotic Society because of their destructive nature and their "menace-to-society" ways. The Kaotic Society is a gang that fights, tags, and rules whenever, wherever. They rarely cause trouble with the other gangs, yet it seems that Celi, also known as Viper, has had a sudden interest in one of the gang leaders. Yet, to get into KS, they must first have Celi's approval and her approval rarely comes along. [B]Group Title/Place//[/B] The Boss [B]Description//[/B] [URL=http://img75.exs.cx/img75/2408/celi6ht.jpg]Celi Quentamos[/URL]- is a lover of serpents and spiders who wears dark clothing to allow her become one with the darkness of Tsuket. She rarely is seen wearing bright colors or feminine clothing, nor is she seen without her serpentine and spider accessories. She wears a serpent armlet that wraps around her upper arm, carefully curling around her bicep and triceps, its head on the outer muscles. Its body is carved from silver and white gold, its eyes of jet black obsidian with what appears to be glinting white slits in the middle to give the illusion of snake eyes. She also wears a pair of [URL=http://img216.exs.cx/img216/6297/triquetraearring5zt.jpg]triquetra earrings[/URL] that dangle on her ear lobe, along with a pair of spider studs that sit gently above her triquetras, a [URL=http://img216.exs.cx/img216/3385/spidernecklace4mj.jpg]spider necklace[/URL] (on the right) that carries two sets of vials on each side, and to finalize it all, Celi wears a red and black ribbon bracelet that she has not taken off since she was four. Celi's usual outfit for a cold day is a black, long-sleeved black shirt underneath a dark colored tee that portrays either a cobra or spider in black outline on the front, along with baggy, dark colored pants, preferably black cargo pants that unzip a bit below the knees, and a black jacket or hoody. Her outfit on a warm day consists of wears a white or dark colored tee underneath a black or dark gray short sleeve blazer, or dark colored, short sleeve zip-up hoody with men's cargo shorts or slightly baggy, flared, dark colored pants. Yet, Celi is never seen without her baseball finger gloves that cut off at the middle joint of each finger. No one knows why she wears what she wears, when in fact her personality does not match her clothes, or does it? [B]Personality//[/B] Celi is a rambunctious tomboy who is filled with contradictions. She is aggressive but passive, cynical but accepting, tranquil but explosive. She is a leader who is passionate and determined, but also esoteric and stoic. She shouts through her music and actions, but speaks softly or speaks none at all. Celi is a strange girl who confuses everyone she meets, giving off the impression of very little but much more all at once. It's difficult to say who she truly is when in fact, no one knows. [B]Biography//[/B] The sounds of crying escaped through the breath of a young baby girl who was born on December 17, 1988. It was a cold winter night and the streets were carpeted with glistening white snow. On the very same day that this beauty was seen, another sight as marvelous as the snow was given to the world, this sight was Aricelia Quentamos. No one knew that she?d become like the harsh winter that she was born in, nor did they know that her sweet personality would turn rebellious and antithetic. Living in a world of perfection, Aricelia was trapped in her parents? love and affection. Being an only child brought not only gifts, but along with it, curses. It was hard for Celi to feel appreciated and be praised by her parents, for whatever she did was not enough for them. She felt that no matter what she did was not good enough, she had to be perfect in her parents? eyes or they would think otherwise of her. This charade that Celi acted out for so many years went to waste. It wasn?t up until she was seven years old that she saw that love would not come from her parents for they cared only for money, power, and wealth, nothing more. They say they love her, but what?s love when ignorance and unconcern for whatever she did or said was shown. For so long, Celi was the child that every parent wanted, the student that every teacher loved, the person that everyone admired and envied, but deep within was a longing to feel loved and be accepted. She was a straight A student with talents for many things, such as writing, art, speech, counseling, and much more. No one ever expected a young child to be this way, nor did they expect such heartache to be hidden from view. Everyday, she?d come home to an empty house, filled with nothing but expensive art and antiques that her parents would buy. When her parents were home, they?d only talk of the events at hand and who would throw what party, whose event was greater, or little things that mattered not to Celi. It was the same, nothing new, given money, credit cards, and all these other petty items and objects that would be given to Celi was only when they?d give attention, then they?d disregard her and send her away. A year later, a fire burned and the Quentamos house burned brightly in the center of the street, people watching this beautiful house fly up into flames, watching Carmen, Celi?s mother, lash out at her for the arson that she had caused, while her father tried to hold her back from hitting her. A smug smile appeared across Celi?s face as she watched the fire burn and explode, sparkling into the sky. She cared nothing for what her parents thought, nor did she care for anything in that home, excluding the things she hid before she set fire to the house. For a year, the Quentamos lived in another home that Celi?s father, Julio, had bought after he had bought the fire-burnt house. In that home, there was much pain and sadness, tragedy struck everyday, not for the others, but for Celi. Each day, she?d wake up to a screaming mother and a depreciating father watching her exit the door. She?d leave with neither a broken heart nor a broken soul. She left with a smile on her face, remembering the torture she brought to her parents as their home fell to ashes. Yet, it all started after their house was built once more. Everything not only went downhill, but it was then that she felt the true sting of her mother and father. Fear never struck into her heart and dread never clenched her mind. What was there to be afraid of when everything that her parents did hurt her? Why not hurt the only thing they loved and return the pain? She put up with all the crap that they gave her, she put up with all the trouble that they put her through, she did everything that they wanted her to do, why not do something for her for a change, yet did they ever do exactly that? Only anger and frustration was held into her fists as she sat through the shouts and threats that Carmen sent, the cuts and bruises that her mother gave as her father stood by, watching this helpless child stand before her mother and take in this supposed punishment, until one day, Celi had enough and left, never looking behind, taking only what she could carry and finding a place to live for her. From then on, she lived alone, causing trouble everywhere she went. Those who knew her feared her, those who saw her trembled, and those who defied her found out firsthand how things went with Celi. It wasn?t that she had a bad life that she turned cold and calloused and it wasn?t that she had people who loved her. It was the fact that there was torment and disgust staining her pure heart from the days that she stayed with her parents. They were the ones who had given her the will to change, turn her into this ?juvenile delinquent? that intimidated all those around her. No one knew the fateful day that would come of her; no one knew the terror that she would become, simply put- no one knew.