Post by Bakura on May 13, 2007 6:44:10 GMT -5
Name: Yami Bakura
Age: 25
Gender: All male, nothin' else
Grade: (refer to class listings for ranks and times)
Appearance: Long and lanky, slight musclar build. Pure white hair going to about just below his shoulders. Blood red eyes (ignore the pic's eyes) narrowed in a sneaky sort of sense. Mostly seen with a black jean or leather jacket with a plain white shirt or a blue-and-white stripped shirt underneath and blue or black tight jeans or leather pants. Mostly seen with a scowl on his face, but when he's in the mood to mess with someone or something, a mischevious little smirk always finds a place on his face.
Personality: Mean, hateful, sneaky, deceiteful, just to name a few words. Always eager to inflict pain either emotionally, physically or mentally and can take his fair share as well. Demented and sick in the head, loves torturing his "hikari", Ryou Bakura, in any means possible. (and for some reason, ADORES the taste of blood) He loves it so much in fact, he can drink it by the bottle. A little ignorant in the "modern" sense, (and intelligence wise as well) he can be easily mistaken for a violent bricked dickhead, but beware: There lies a diabolical, revengeful mind underneath that idiotic demeanor. An EXTREME fetish for knives, fire and shiny, expensive, and destructive things, he tends to add to his already expansive collection of knives whenever he gets the chance.
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Bio: Since being separated from his hikari, Bakura has conspired with Marik to expand their evilry. So, in turn, they took over Duel Academy and made it into the "Psycho School" you see now. Once a 5000 year-old spirit trapped within the Millennium Ring, he now has living flesh and bone again, able to reak havoc as he sees. But first, why not make a few psychotic underlings first?
Other: I lie, I cheat, I steal. I lie, I cheat, I steal! Los Bakuras! And only a few people know this, but you can almost always bribe Bakura with something shiny, bloody or a cinnamon roll. ;D
Roleplay sample: "damn, not a passing grade in the lot...This is... ... ...unnexcceptable." Bakura said, sitting on his desk glaring red daggers to the young faces. Taking the stack of test papers in each hand, he tore the stack in half. And again. And again. And he tossed them out the open window, still staring at the class, a definite scowl on his face. "You've got to be kidding me if you all think you can pass this class without extensive knowledge of the pressure points of the human anatomy? By knowing the pressure points, you will know all of the quick kill 'sweet spots', effective when you need a quick getaway. Haven't you all been listening?" he added, getting off the desk and beginning to pace in front of them.
"Looks like I have to re-teach the pressure points again, don't I?" he said, pullingout one of his trademark knives, flipping it between his fingers without a scratch. And without warning, he threw the knife with so much precision and accuracy it grazed three heads to the point where a patch of their hair fell out. The entire class didn't move an inch even when they heard the "Thok" the knife made when it collided in the wall. Bakura's scowl was replaced with a smirk as he retrieved the knife.
"Who wants to be demonstrated on first?"
Age: 25
Gender: All male, nothin' else
Grade: (refer to class listings for ranks and times)
Appearance: Long and lanky, slight musclar build. Pure white hair going to about just below his shoulders. Blood red eyes (ignore the pic's eyes) narrowed in a sneaky sort of sense. Mostly seen with a black jean or leather jacket with a plain white shirt or a blue-and-white stripped shirt underneath and blue or black tight jeans or leather pants. Mostly seen with a scowl on his face, but when he's in the mood to mess with someone or something, a mischevious little smirk always finds a place on his face.
Personality: Mean, hateful, sneaky, deceiteful, just to name a few words. Always eager to inflict pain either emotionally, physically or mentally and can take his fair share as well. Demented and sick in the head, loves torturing his "hikari", Ryou Bakura, in any means possible. (and for some reason, ADORES the taste of blood) He loves it so much in fact, he can drink it by the bottle. A little ignorant in the "modern" sense, (and intelligence wise as well) he can be easily mistaken for a violent bricked dickhead, but beware: There lies a diabolical, revengeful mind underneath that idiotic demeanor. An EXTREME fetish for knives, fire and shiny, expensive, and destructive things, he tends to add to his already expansive collection of knives whenever he gets the chance.
Picture:
Bio: Since being separated from his hikari, Bakura has conspired with Marik to expand their evilry. So, in turn, they took over Duel Academy and made it into the "Psycho School" you see now. Once a 5000 year-old spirit trapped within the Millennium Ring, he now has living flesh and bone again, able to reak havoc as he sees. But first, why not make a few psychotic underlings first?
Other: I lie, I cheat, I steal. I lie, I cheat, I steal! Los Bakuras! And only a few people know this, but you can almost always bribe Bakura with something shiny, bloody or a cinnamon roll. ;D
Roleplay sample: "damn, not a passing grade in the lot...This is... ... ...unnexcceptable." Bakura said, sitting on his desk glaring red daggers to the young faces. Taking the stack of test papers in each hand, he tore the stack in half. And again. And again. And he tossed them out the open window, still staring at the class, a definite scowl on his face. "You've got to be kidding me if you all think you can pass this class without extensive knowledge of the pressure points of the human anatomy? By knowing the pressure points, you will know all of the quick kill 'sweet spots', effective when you need a quick getaway. Haven't you all been listening?" he added, getting off the desk and beginning to pace in front of them.
"Looks like I have to re-teach the pressure points again, don't I?" he said, pullingout one of his trademark knives, flipping it between his fingers without a scratch. And without warning, he threw the knife with so much precision and accuracy it grazed three heads to the point where a patch of their hair fell out. The entire class didn't move an inch even when they heard the "Thok" the knife made when it collided in the wall. Bakura's scowl was replaced with a smirk as he retrieved the knife.
"Who wants to be demonstrated on first?"
