Litepow

Road Sign: A Supernatural, Superamped Band RP.

Name: Patrick "Pat" Lewis

Age: 23

Instrument: Rhythm guitar/backing vocals

Appearance:

Patrick

Personalty: Patrick is a well-meaning and free spirited young man with a knack for telling snarky jokes. However, he does have an ill temper, and does not take kindly to any of the other band members slacking off - A testament to his devotion to music and the band. Patrick is very adamant on Road Sign becoming a successful band.

Power: ?

Bio: Patrick grew up in a small Midwestern town known for nothing much more than being very industrious. His parents were very humble workers who emphasized the importance of hard work and dedication to your craft, a lesson Patrick keeps up with to this day. From the first day he picked up the instrument, Patrick has been glued to the guitar. Mainly influenced by southern blues, Patrick is also a student of the classic rock greats, as well as the sloppy grunge style of the 90's.

Due to his poor academic feats in high school, Patrick enrolled into community college and spent two fairly lazy and unmotivated years trudging from class to class before founding a small time garage-blues band called "The Happenings." Patrick soon fell out with his bandmates, and in a fit of frustration failed to enroll into college for his third year. After a year of striking it out as a solo musician, Patrick met Stephen Headon at a local music club, where the two guitarist on a whim decided to form what became known as Road Sign.

Patrick takes Road Sign very seriously, and has a broad vision of what he wants the band to become. He works very diligently with the other members of the band to come up with music and eventually be able to fund an album, and then perhaps a tour if the band strikes gold.

Road Sign: A Supernatural, Superamped Band RP.

I'll be rhythm, give me a bit to put up my CS.

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Nakamura rolled his eyes at Itoe's greeting. The nickname she chose for him was of course asinine, like most everything about her. She was rich, powerful, and had a strong political backing in the school, everything Nakamura took glee in teasing. This whole "Iron Queen" charade caused him to do nothing more but scoff...but only in front of his classmates. Admittedly, Itoe did have a very prominent presence, and her just saying his dreaded nickname caused a knot to tighten in Nakamura's stomach.

"I know her a little more than I wished," Nakamura told Seth with a frown. Suddenly, something caught seemingly everyone in the classroom's attention; A fight had seemed to break out in the courtyard, and things looked to be getting vicious. Before he could grab Seth's attention, the American had sprang from the classroom, that is, not before clobbering Mr Ichao cleanly in the face with a drumstick. Curious and perhaps a tad shell-shocked, Nakumara filed behind his new friend, who seemed to be heading towards the roof.

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Litepow said
Hey everyone. Seeing as how the IC is up now, I should lay down a few tidbits of info: Your first posts shouldn't include any mentions of the zombies. Ves is gonna eventually unleash them in one of his posts, so until he does so, use your first posts as just an introductory to your characters.

AHEM

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Nakamura grimaced at the mention of his name, unceremoniously awoken from his dreams of flowers and fame and glory, whatever achievements he wanted to accomplish in his life. Pushing away from the stand, Nakamura wiped a large strand of dribble away from his face and glared at the brown-haired american drummer who sat behind him.

"Could be worse," he said with a stretch and a yawn. "My name could be *Billy* or *Ian*, or worst of all *Matthew*." Nakamura gave the American a sly grin. Despite not ever talking to him, Nakamura knew of this kid, hell, most everyone did. Word was this American couldn't stay away from the principles office.

"You know, I've heard of you," Nakamura leaned over and gave the drummer's snare a quick tap. "If I recall correctly, you're the one they say has yet to show up to one of Uzusuki's classes all semester. Pretty respectable, anyone who can give that paranoid old bore the slip is bound to be pretty crafty. What's your name, drummer boy?"

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manapool1 said
Name: terry laggan Nickname(s): stay away, the honey badger, dare devilGender: maleAge: 18Nationality: SicilianAppearance: Personality: risky, flashy and hot headed but works well with others and can turn into a hardcore survive ready to do whatever to live.Biography: Born to a poor family in Sicily Terry was brought to the orphanages at a young age when his parents were beaten to death by mobsters, his next family abused him but were also killed by a 'maniac' and he had been drifting from parents since, until a Japanese family bought him. They treated him well and he did the same to them and they became more as friends until the zombies came and devoured them while on the phone with terry.Crush: none but falls easilyOther: a boxer but also trained in Italian stick fighting and suffers from pica and sadomasochism.

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Nakamura slumped over his music stand, failing to raise a hand at the scattered pieces of sheet music flying away from where his head now rested. He had just finished an intense session of barely paying attention and procrastinating whilst tentatively plucking at the strings of his nylon stringed Spanish guitar. The teacher, Mr. Ichao, an easily pleased balding man, decided to give the students of his senior music class a rest on account of their "splendid playing." Nakamura knew better though; Ichao was clearly unhappy with the lack of effort by the students, but like most of the teachers in the damned school, he dared not raise a finger in actually helping the kids, oh no - that might require effort, perhaps even actual teaching skills.

Nakamura couldn't care much less, though. With each tick on the clock, every passing moment, each breath he took, he knew his time in Fujimi was coming to an end. As a last year student, it was almost impossible for him to contain his anxiety in the wait for the final day of school. What was his plan from here, college? Trade school? An eternity of barely paying attention and procrastinating (not much unlike school)?

Nakamura, with his face buried in his arms, couldn't help but anticipate the possibilities.

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Hey everyone. Seeing as how the IC is up now, I should lay down a few tidbits of info: Your first posts shouldn't include any mentions of the zombies. Ves is gonna eventually unleash them in one of his posts, so until he does so, use your first posts as just an introductory to your characters.

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Amano__Yukiteru said
He went out with his parents and became one with nature. His parents died in a fire and he was left alone. He grew up with the animals in the Forest (he's a little bit more sophisticated though) they taught him everything he knows.Crush: None for the moment.Other: None

Road Sign: A comedic supernatural, superamped band RP.

Well, *pretentious cough* seeing as how I'm incredibly interested in the music industry (and plus I just like helping out), I can help Co-Gm if you'd like.