~+~+~Punk Rock Rp~+~+~OPEN~+~+~NOW ACCEPTING~+~+~

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GUIDELINES

1. No godmoding or controlling other's charries
2. Pm all aplication forms
3. The setting is on a tour bus headed to Las Vegas to play at a concert
4.Be literate and have a form of Ooc.
5. The plot will progress on its own. Give your charrie dark secrets or weird personality traits, it'll make the plot much more interesting.

APPLICATION FORM (Red is required, purple's optional):

Quote:

Username:
Character name:
Position in band:
Age:
Height:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Personality
Appearance:
Other:
Roleplaying sample:

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Band Members:

Lead singer:
Second lead singer:
Lead guitar (Rai's twin):
Bass Guitar: xx_fire_kitsune_xx
Drummer:
Manager:
Groupies:
Backup singers/dancers:
Other:
(I can't think of anything at the moment, it's up to you to be creative! ^^)

Profiles

Username: xx_fire_kitsune_xx
Character name: Rachel (Rai for short)
Position in band: Bass guitar
Age: 17
Height: 5'7"
Likes: Anything with sugar on it, video games, and comic books.
Dislikes: Vegetables, kittens (she's actually afraid of them), and birds.
Personality: Dramatic, energetic, passionate. Rai often makes up wild stories and expects people to believe her, though most of her bandmates can see through her lies.
Appearance: Rai

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First Post Must Read


Rachel snickered. She was watching her favorite stand-up comedian on some show on the tiny TV in her room. She was surrounded by messes, most of which had remained unmoved for quite some time. The room was divided into two sections. There were two twin beds on either side, the right of which was Rachel's. Her side of the room had posters of famous actors and rock bands, and photos of her and her friends, plus many sketches and paintings she'd done herself all pinned onto the wall. It was like one huge mural of collected media. On the right corner of her room was her drum set, full and complete. The other side of the room was covered in her twin's things, which she really had no interest in. She was currently wearing baggy black pants and a red vintage shirt with a map of Paris and the words; "The city of love"?. Sticking out awkwardly from one of her many pockets was the pair of drumsticks she owned, half-exposed for convenience. At the moment it was a Saturday afternoon, around 1 or 2 o'clock. Rachel was taking advantage of this and kicking back to relax and enjoy.

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((Bump))

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((*stares intently at computer screen*))

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((Bump))

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((Bump!))

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((Boom!))

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((*chews on drumstick*))

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((crud deleat!))