BlackRavenGift's Test Post ((Don't Post))

[ChromeNakura]

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I'm looking for some co-owners that will be keep this roleplay in tacked. I may not be on every so often due school and I don't want things to happen when I'm gone.

I'm looking for about two or three co-owners that are willing to help me.

But co-owners, just because you're helping, doesn't mean that you could rule how this thing goes. I'm still the official owner of this thing. Just watch how things are going and keep anyone from going away from the ToS.

Any other questions, message me.

[ChromeNakura]

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[ChromeNakura]

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Battle Royale Roleplay

[ChromeNakura]

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Battle Royale Roleplay

[ChromeNakura]

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Reserved

[ChromeNakura]

✕ Username: BlackRavenGift
✕ Character's name: Dai "Raiden" Ito
✕ Age: 15
✕ Gender: Male
✕ Sexuality: Asexual
✕ Crush: N/A
✕ Weapons: Colt M1911 and a bit of ammo
✕ Skill: Accurate aim / throwing
✕ Anti-skilled: Heights
✕ Personality: Quiet, seems emotionless, but he actually shows a bunch of emotions inside; just doesn't like showing it

[ChromeNakura]

From left to right.
✕ Username: BlackRavenGift
✕ Character's name: Jin Mori, Mana Mori,Okita Mori
✕ Age: 15, 14, 15
✕ Gender: Male, female, male
✕ Sexuality: Straight, Straight, Straight
✕ Crush: N/A, N/A, N/A
✕ Weapons: Butcher knife, flashlight, Crowbar
✕ Skill: Navigation, Accuracy, Fighting
✕ Anti-skilled: Climbing, Fighting, Stealth
✕ Personality: Nice, caring, kind-hearted, respectful; Cheerful, positive, outgoing; laid back, rude, calm, but only towards his siblings.

[ChromeNakura]

o Dai "Raiden" Itoxxxxxxx» ✩
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBlah-

°○◦ ɑȶ ϝɩɾʂȶ ʛȴɑȵϲҿ ◦○°

{ ✩ }xxc o u n tx▪▪▪xthe { candles } on


Nineteen

{ ✩ }xxthe d o c t o rx▪▪▪xsaid { ii } was a


Male

{ ✩ }xxthe w ii n d o w sx▪▪▪xto the { soul }


Brownish-yellowish color.

{ ✩ }xxit r u n sx▪▪▪xin the { family }


My hair is short of a blond color. Hmm . . . . More like a dirty blond. Yeah, that will work. My hair style? Just like any other guy's hair. A few uneven strands of hair, short, a few strands sticking out.

{ ✩ }xxwhat the s c a l ex▪▪▪xseems to { read }


120

{ ✩ }xxthe w e a t h e rx▪▪▪xup { here }


5'7

°○◦ ȡɩɠɠɩȵɠ ȡҿҿҏҿɾ ◦○°

{ ✩ }xxw a v ex▪▪▪xthat { flag } hiigh


// Still in process: . . . Oh? I'm also a member of the "Undertakers".

{ ✩ }xxcounting u px▪▪▪xthe { years }


// Still in process.

{ ✩ }xxmy h o m ex▪▪▪xaway from { home }


// Still in process:

{ ✩ }xx the v o i dx▪▪▪xinside of { me }


Void Type -- Colt M1911
Void Rank -- E
Void Power -- // Working on it
Void Enhances -- Enhanced agility and enhanced seeing
Void Limitations -- // Working on it

°○◦ Ʉȵȡҿɾ ȶɧҿ Ϩʊɾʄɑϲҿ ◦○°

{ ✩ }xxw h a tx▪▪▪xthe { world } sees


N/a

{ ✩ }xxlet the t r u ex▪▪▪xcolors { shiine } through


// Still working on it: Upon first look, people usually thinks that Dai is a cruel, selfish, kind of guy. That may be true, but



{ ✩ }xxonce u p o nx▪▪▪xa { tiime }


Your past, present and whatever goes here.
// Still working on it

{ ✩ }xxthe w a yx▪▪▪xii { swiing }


Heterosexual.

{ ✩ }xxwell a r e n ' tx▪▪▪x they { cute }


N/A


{ ✩ }xxlets d a n c ex▪▪▪xto the { musiic }


Witchcraft ~ by Pendulum
I Swallowed Hard, Like I Understood ~ by 65DaysOfStatic



{ ✩ }xxlets p a ii n tx▪▪▪xthe { world }


Darkred & Black




✩ «xxxxxxxBlackRavenGift o

[ChromeNakura]

¡Dai "Raiden" Ito!


. † . † . "Undertaker"


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Let the « fear collapse bring no surprise ⇣⇣
All I believe and all I've known ↶ Are being taken from me, I can't get home( ✖ )
led to a world┋ where worlds collide ┋ Let the fear collapse ┋bring no surprise
Take 【me】 out ↘ of here ! !

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[ChromeNakura]

XXXXＩ ＡＭ ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ ＯＮ • • • ＡＩＲ ~ !
X X X X X X X Dev • ❤ • Graves !
X X X X X X X ”Bring on the Death Brigade!“
X X X X X X X██████████████████████████████ ☆ ██████████
X X X X X X X( Sarcastic ) • ( Playful ) • ( Malice)

X X X X Xｔｈａｔ'ｓ ＬＩＦＥ !
X X X X X X▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄
X X X X X X X X X” Flitter up ! Hover down ! “

ｎｉｃｋｎａｍｅｓ ↣ ⊰ Devi, Dee, Vi ⊱ • ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ↣ ⊰ Male ⊱ • ａｇｅ ↣ ⊰ 23 ⊱ • Ｄ.Ｏ.Ｂ ↣ ⊰ October, 31 ⊱ • ｓｅｘｕａｌｉｔｙ ↣ ⊰ Bisexual ⊱ • ｒａｃｅ ↣ ⊰ Demon ⊱ • ｏｃｃｕｐａｔｉｏｎ ↣ ⊰ Worker at Argyle's Books ⊱


X X X X Xｌｉｋｅ ａ ＢＯＯＫ !
X X X X X X▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄
X X X X X X X X X” Set the world on fire ! “

ｂｉｏｇｒａｐｈｙ ↣ ⊰ Dev had no recollection on how he appeared on Earth. When he first appeared, he had awoken up in a small wooded area, where a few wild animals watched him, at a far distance, that is. Though he couldn't remember how he came to be in the middle of Heaven and Hell, he did know that he was a demon that came from Hell. Knowing what he was, he tried to contact the Big Man down there or at least someone from his kind, but nothing came for him. It wasn't long before he finally gave up and decided to get on with his little demon life. Waiting for something that might never come was just a big waste of time.

So the young lad wandered the Earth for about a few years now. Educating himself with the human ways, figuring out which was hip and which was not, and trying to hide his real self from the likes of humans. Sure, it was hard at first, eating food that humans eat, sleeping at night and awaking at day, even shopping for himself was horrible. But, he got the hang of it after a while. Since then, the human race consider him as one of them. Though it wasn't like they knew what he really was from the beginning.

Dev wasn't accustom on staying in one place for that long. So . . . he traveled, enjoying the sights that behold him, the interesting foods, and of course, the humans that made his day. He got to meet a few people here and there, but then he left them with hatred for him.Let's just say he caused their lives a bit more . . . abnormal than most. He had always did that. Befriend a few humans here and there, then leave with a big finale. It made him quite happy hearing those curse words and yells.

When he turned twenty-one at age, he decided to lay back and live a peaceful life style. Not that peaceful, but something he could make do. Plus, he wanted a place where others, like him, could roam freely without actually hiding their true selves. It was a bit difficult, finding that one prefect place. Luckily, he heard someone say something about moving to a place called T.R. It sounded like a place he would like very much. Grabbing his bag along with a bite to eat, he left to the town that could probably make him feel right at home. Well, it's going to feel right when he's done with it.

⊱



X X X X Xｓｍａｌｌ ＳＴＵＦＦ !
X X X X X X▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄
X X X X X X X X X” Her little creepy cat & her creepy little bat ! “

ｌｉｋｅ ↣ ⊰ Fire ⊱ • ｌｉｋｅ ↣ ⊰ Dark places ⊱ • ｌｉｋｅ ↣ ⊰ Music ⊱ • ｌｉｋｅ ↣ ⊰ People's fears ⊱ • ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅ ↣ ⊰ Angels ⊱ • ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅ ↣ ⊰ Goody Two-Shoes ( Goody good people ) ⊱ • ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅ ↣ ⊰ Church ⊱ • ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅ ↣ ⊰ Prayers ⊱



ｌｉｔｔｌｅｒ ＳＴＵＦＦ !
X X X X X X▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄
X X X X X X X X X” Who would of thought she could that ! “
ｎｏｔｅｓ ↣ ⊰ Dev really has a thing for books. He's not sure what so magnificent about them. He . . . just loves books. Just reading those old words that authors from back then use to use, how a few books had illustration in them, and the great history that they bestowed. Whenever someone walks into the bookstore / library, whether he was on break or waiting for someone who needs service, they would see him reading a new book, with either a big smile on his face or a frown. ⊱
ｔｈｅｍｅ ↣ ⊰ Propane Nightmares - Pendulum ⊱
ｕｓｅｒ ↣ ⊰ BlackRavenGift ⊱

[ChromeNakura]

Dev ✗ Graves║▌║（ Demon* ）

BRING ON THE✗DEATH BRIGADE ✗
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✗ Mind is willing
Soul remains
This woman cannot be saved
From the drawn into the fire
Mind is willing
SOUL REMAINS✗
•-✗ bring-it-all-home！✗ - ⊱ x•

Much to weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from once below
Much to weak to jump yourself
Heal the wounds or crack the shell
Lift yourself from once below
Praise the anger
` XXXX ⊰ • █████████ x


Praise the anger ! x• `




As the darken sky was slowly filled by the morning light, a soft groan escaped from the dark red blankets that covered a young lad. Well, he wouldn't be considered being a lad since he was twenty-three. No, a lad wouldn't quite fit the figure, probably young man would do. Yes, that would most certainly do. Anyways, the young man that had completely covered up his body from head to toes by the blankets tossed and turned, hoping to block out any unnecessary lights that peeked through the small openings of the red fabric. Tossing and turning that lasted for about five minutes soon stopped as the figure sat up quickly with a small curse. The man hated the morning light so badly. He absolutely wished that the sky was filled with blackness for all eternity. Pffft, like that will ever happen. Well . . . . then again.

The man laughed softly as he shook out his hair. That would be the day when that happened. It's not like it will ever happen. Even if it did, he would simply go back to Hell. . . If he ever found out how, that is. Groaning once again, he threw the blankets onto the light, brown colored rug. Red hues stared down at the floor, watching both the red fabric of the blanket and the light brown of the rug. The two colors matched so perfectly. The way they- ********. He was getting side-tracked. In another hour, he had to leave and opened the book store, which also happens to be a library. It was weird having both a library and a bookstore mashed up into one building. Normally, those two would be separated, no? He shrugged, knowing that it wouldn't be changed. It wasn't like he owned the place, but only if he did. Oh, he would love to own his own bookstore or library! The way those books taught classic literature to today literature, the way the taught one's mind. Oh, if only . . . .

Dev blinked. He got side-tracked . . . again. Having a soft sigh escape his lips, he quickly got up and walked over to his closet. Making his way, he carefully stepped over a few pile of books that laid all over his carpet floor. Why he had so many books? Well, he either bought them or he rented them out. Which reminded him of two things; return the books that he rented and buy another bookshelf. That would be bookshelf number three. Maybe he should buy a larger shelf instead of a small one.

"I'll decide later. My lovely books could wait a little longer before being place into a proper home," he said as he made it to his closet. Dev's closet consist with only three colors; red, white, and black. People had asked him by he only wore those colors. Hell, what's not to love about them? It was his decision anyways, nobody else's. Besides, the colors fitted a demon like him. He grinned as he pulled out a white long sleeved collared shirt, a black vest, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black shoes. This was like, his signature outfit right here. He loved the outfit, then again, why wouldn't he? He did wake up in it when he appeared on Earth. "Hey . . . . Where is my red ribbon tie? I knew I put it in here somewhere!"

Dev started to look for it, but soon stopped. He didn't have time to look for a ribbon tie. He had to get ready for work. Thankfully, he had shower last night or else he would have been rushing like hell. Since he didn't want to waste time, the man started stripping from his black tank top along with his black shorts as he made his way to the bathroom. Multitasking was a tad bit hard, but it didn't stop him from doing so. Entering the bathroom, he quickly put his legs through the legs of the pants and slid his slender arms through the sleeves of his white shirt. Once doing so, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. A young man, err, demon who has red streaks in his ravened black hair, sharp teeth that represents a shark and that has blood filled eyes buttoning his shirt then layered the shirt with his black vest. His appearance looked like some singer that belongs to one of those rock bands that most teens likes. A smirk spread across his face as he squeezed out the tooth paste onto his red toothbrush. Dev placed the pasted brush onto his teeth and started to scrub away, destroying the leftover taste of dinner and whatever bacteria that he had in his mouth that he didn't know about. Spitting out the first layer of foam, he continued to scrub until he had about spitted out the fourth layer before he cupped a handful of water and sipped it. The water moved left to right as he tried to get any left residue of the minted paste. The water was soon spitted out in to the sink, where it traveled down the hole to the sewer, or who knows where it went.

Dev didn't even bother to comb his hair. His hair was already perfect. No tangles or lapse. It was just prefect. Thinking that he was done and ready to go, he made his way to the door, but soon stopped. He needed to think what else was need to be done.

"Okay, I got my clothes, brushed my teeth, got my vest. I still need my- Ah, there's my tie. Right next to my gloves and my headphones." he said cheerfully. Dev skipped over the books that blocked his way to his dresser.

Fingers slid into the small holes of the black gloves, ears here covered up with the small case that generated music, and the white shirt was accompanied with the red ribbon tie. After doing all these small tasks and finally deciding that was it, footsteps made their way to the front door. The door opened slowly, welcoming the faint morning sun that was thankfully covered up with clouds, then it soon closed, leaving the darken room along with no light whatsoever.




OOC // First post are always a killer towards me.

[ChromeNakura]

"Somewhere deep inside the wheel of fate is turning."

Acacia "Evie" Musex x x x x x x☆


THE B-B-BASICS ↷


age - nineteen
height - five feet five inch
birthday - april seventh
weight - one hundred twenty
sexuality - heterosexual
crush - why? is there someone that likes me?
hide out - warehouse a block away from my house
occupation - worker at a clothes store


GOING D-D-DEEPER ↷


family members - mary muse - mother - forty three - deceased. ellie muse - young sister - five - unknown. wyatt muse - father - forty seven - unknown. sarah muse - aunt - thirty three - unknown. rebecca clark - aunt - thirty eight - unknown
personality - friendly, caring, affectionate, nervous, a bit vain,
biography - may 18th was suppose to be like any other day. no screams that sounded like bloody murder, no blood on every corner you turn, no half eaten humans on the street or limbs, no things that would chase you until you're legs gives out and you're life would end right there on the spot. no. this outbreak wasn't suppose to happened. not at all.

for acacia, you could say that she got this dangerous event before the rest did. she actually became aware of the whole thing right in the morning while, mostly everyone, got this in the evening. so she has been hiding out in an warehouse for eleven to twelve hours now. i know, harsh, huh? but she need that she couldn't go out there. not after that thing killed her mother and ate her.

before this happened, a couple of hours earlier, acacia was getting ready for work. her job was working at a clothes store. nothing much you would say, right? but for her, she loved it. she was just you're typical young adult that just loves clothes and fashion. a girl who loved fashion yet friendly and kind. don't get that everyday. as she was getting ready, her mother, mary, was downstairs cooking a healthy meal for her as well as cleaning up the mess that ellie, the youngest daughter made. ellie had already left to her daycare, where she went for five days out of the week.

once finishing prettying herself up, acacia walked downstairs to the smell of eggs and toast. upon entering the kitchen, she froze dead in her tracks. she had never seen this before. a man who's face was covered in blood was trying to grab mary, who tried her best to fight him off. the mother who had taken notice of her daughter yelled to her to call the police. but to her dismay, acacia just stood there before it was too late. acacia quickly ran out of her house after the death of her mother to a warehouse that was a block away from her house. she locked her self inside, hoping that nothing could come inside. eleven to twelve hours has pass . . . . acacia was getting hungrier and hungrier by the minute. she would have to go out and look for food soon.



MY S-S-SUNSHINE ↷


likes - fashion, roses, cats, cooking, family, making clothes
dislikes - dogs, Twelves, people thinking negative thoughts about here even though they don't talk to her, rude people
phobias - agliophobia- fear of pain.
talents - making clothes and cooking
highlights - she doesn't look like it, but she's a pretty fast runner. she's been on a track team when she was a freshmen all the way to junior.
secrets - she made a few outfits here and there for runways. that's why she's been missing work often.

[ChromeNakura]

A-A-ACACIA MUSE

acacia "evie" muse • nineteen • BlackRavenGift

everything was normal for acacia muse before the outbreak happened. she
never thought this sort of thing would happened in real life. normally it only happened in movies
and real life, right? well, guess not. it was just a normal, early morning day for the household of
three. acacia was getting ready for work, completely unaware of the danger that was creeping
towards her house. her mother was downstairs making something healthy for acacia before she
got ready herself and went to work. her little sister, ellie, was already at the day-care center,
where she went for the five days in a week. her father . . . well . . . he didn't live with them. in
fact, they had no clue where he even lived. when acacia was done prettying herself up, she
slowly went downstairs to where her mother was, but soon stopped when she heard a scream.
'mom!' she called out and ran into the kitchen. as she entered the kitchen, she soon stopped in
her tracks, frozen on spot. a man that had blood all over his face and probably a few broken
limbs, acacia couldn't see, was grabbing her mother and tried to . . . bite her. 'call the police,
acacia! call them now!' her mother yelled. but her mind never seem to progress just yet. when
her mind finally started running, it was too late. the man was eating her mother. she quickly ran
out of her house only to be filled with scream from left to right. she had no idea what was going
on nor did she dared to stop. all she needed to do was run. run as fast as she can. she didn't run
far, probably a block or two before entering a warehouse.

friendly - caring - affectionate

[ChromeNakura]

ＤＥＭＥＴＲＩＵＳ ＣＬＡＲＫ_____. † . † . †

Name: Demetrius Clark
Age: appears to be 27
Creature: Demon
Height: 5'10
Personality: Demetrius is a dutiful and dedicated servant to Augustine Mathews, who happens to be a Countess. He's get any job done that his Lady tells him to do, never complaining on the tasks that was sent out. To most, Demetrius is a laid back, kind, charming, kind of guy, but underneath all that niceness, he actually has a cold heart. Of course he would since he was a demon.

Demetrius the Servant
My Lady forever to serve.
I'll do whatever my Lady say.