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 Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 10:29 pm
Yep. So right now there's this thing going on over at the official MCR comm, where everyone's making up Killjoy personas. Hence this post.
Make up your original Killjoy! It can be you, or it can be a 100% fictional character. (Bonus points if you draw it.)
What's your Killjoy name? What's your costume like? What's your personality like? What's your weapon of choice? What do you do for a living? Are you acquainted with the ~original Killjoys? Write a little bio or something!
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 11:00 pm
Treble Tank
I'm a supplier of music, the underground distributer. I work the black market to get the music that Dr. Death Defying finds out to the music scene. I travel around from zone to zone keeping everyone well stocked, sometimes I run with the Killjoys, we're friends. But mostly I'm an occasional presence, floating and working, getting the message out.
I dress in colored jeans and crazy patterned leather jackets, with funky scarves, combat boots, and a roll of duct tape forever at my hip. I have a backpack eternally on my back, always prepared to leave, and get the newest thing out there. Weapon of choice is small raygun, not one for shooting.
My killjoy has the same personality as me: talking everyones ear off about music they're never heard, and taping up things they've broken with whatever color tape I have.
...this was an awesome idea hitodeman, I made all that stuff up on the spot and now im super psyched on it
*edit*
I'm adding in a back story...everyone has one except me O.o
My killjoy is from New Orleans, she left when the city was destroyed by uncontrollable floods. The bombs messed with the tides and wiped out the area. Her whole family is scattered, she likes to think they're all safe somewhere, even though its unlikely. Now she has a very serious phobia of water, which is why she moved out to the desert. And that she heard there was a killer music scene, and being a music junkie and devotee she had to come.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 1:12 am
smiling_silently Treble Tank I'm a supplier of music, the underground distributer. I work the black market to get the music that Dr. Death Defying finds out to the music scene. I travel around from zone to zone keeping everyone well stocked, sometimes I run with the Killjoys, we're friends. But mostly I'm an occasional presence, floating and working, getting the message out. I dress in colored jeans and crazy patterned leather jackets, with funky scarves, combat boots, and a roll of duct tape forever at my hip. I have a backpack eternally on my back, always prepared to leave, and get the newest thing out there. Weapon of choice is small raygun, not one for shooting. My killjoy has the same personality as me: talking everyones ear off about music they're never heard, and taping up things they've broken with whatever color tape I have. ...this was an awesome idea hitodeman, I made all that stuff up on the spot and now im super psyched on it
Woah, I love your character so much. <3 :D
Duct tape is awesome haha.
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Posted: Fri Oct 08, 2010 11:29 am
hitodeman smiling_silently Treble Tank I'm a supplier of music, the underground distributer. I work the black market to get the music that Dr. Death Defying finds out to the music scene. I travel around from zone to zone keeping everyone well stocked, sometimes I run with the Killjoys, we're friends. But mostly I'm an occasional presence, floating and working, getting the message out. I dress in colored jeans and crazy patterned leather jackets, with funky scarves, combat boots, and a roll of duct tape forever at my hip. I have a backpack eternally on my back, always prepared to leave, and get the newest thing out there. Weapon of choice is small raygun, not one for shooting. My killjoy has the same personality as me: talking everyones ear off about music they're never heard, and taping up things they've broken with whatever color tape I have. ...this was an awesome idea hitodeman, I made all that stuff up on the spot and now im super psyched on it
Woah, I love your character so much. <3 :D
Duct tape is awesome haha.
aw thanks heart I actually am a collector of duct tape, I have 23 rolls at home, I used to be the duct tape girl at school, and then it was adopted as a trend by EVERYONE, so it wasnt fun anymore. I'm waiting until it dies again to come back. But I still love my duct tape biggrin
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 11:15 am
I take it that MCR are basing their album in a post-nuclear setting by the way, so that should explain a good chunk of my killjoy story.
I scavenge through the debris filling the empty streets of abandoned towns, finding lost treasures. My arsenal stuns all those who meet me- some are stunned in different ways in others, if you catch my drift.
I keep my eyes covered as well as my mouth and nose, to keep myself generally safe from the sand storms that occasionally run through the empty streets I roam.
Some call me a drifter. Some call me a saviour.
I call myself a survivor.
I lost my family in the explosions. That has hardened me a bit to the world, I won't lie, but I have moved on.
I care for the abandoned pets that I run across. Give them water. Give them food. Sometimes, I'll just give them attention. Sometimes that's all they need.
I dress in whatever the wind blows my way in the case of clothing.
I've run across a few individuals who call themselves "killjoys". They say they wish to reconstruct this crumbled world.
I suppose that would make me a killjoy as well.
The majority I run across first wish to bring back society in the simplest form they can: music.
I find this quite interesting. I was once a musician.
A percussionist to be exact, for the most part.
I played the most obscure of instruments. They brought me joy. Instruments such as the glockenspiel and the kazoo.
I've been told that a group of the killjoys have come to possess these two particular now-rare instruments. I plan to join them.
They are also desperately in need of those to vocally spread the music that they are creating, and songwriters.
I would also be for doing this.
My name was lost with my family.
Perhaps they will be able to help me find myself again.
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 12:23 pm
Sakura Nashimara I take it that MCR are basing their album in a post-nuclear setting by the way, so that should explain a good chunk of my killjoy story. I scavenge through the debris filling the empty streets of abandoned towns, finding lost treasures. My arsenal stuns all those who meet me- some are stunned in different ways in others, if you catch my drift. I keep my eyes covered as well as my mouth and nose, to keep myself generally safe from the sand storms that occasionally run through the empty streets I roam. Some call me a drifter. Some call me a saviour. I call myself a survivor. I lost my family in the explosions. That has hardened me a bit to the world, I won't lie, but I have moved on. I care for the abandoned pets that I run across. Give them water. Give them food. Sometimes, I'll just give them attention. Sometimes that's all they need. I dress in whatever the wind blows my way in the case of clothing. I've run across a few individuals who call themselves "killjoys". They say they wish to reconstruct this crumbled world. I suppose that would make me a killjoy as well. The majority I run across first wish to bring back society in the simplest form they can: music. I find this quite interesting. I was once a musician. A percussionist to be exact, for the most part. I played the most obscure of instruments. They brought me joy. Instruments such as the glockenspiel and the kazoo. I've been told that a group of the killjoys have come to possess these two particular now-rare instruments. I plan to join them. They are also desperately in need of those to vocally spread the music that they are creating, and songwriters. I would also be for doing this. My name was lost with my family. Perhaps they will be able to help me find myself again. Ooh. I like that. biggrin
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Posted: Sun Oct 10, 2010 3:46 pm
Sakura Nashimara I take it that MCR are basing their album in a post-nuclear setting by the way, so that should explain a good chunk of my killjoy story. I scavenge through the debris filling the empty streets of abandoned towns, finding lost treasures. My arsenal stuns all those who meet me- some are stunned in different ways in others, if you catch my drift. I keep my eyes covered as well as my mouth and nose, to keep myself generally safe from the sand storms that occasionally run through the empty streets I roam. Some call me a drifter. Some call me a saviour. I call myself a survivor. I lost my family in the explosions. That has hardened me a bit to the world, I won't lie, but I have moved on. I care for the abandoned pets that I run across. Give them water. Give them food. Sometimes, I'll just give them attention. Sometimes that's all they need. I dress in whatever the wind blows my way in the case of clothing. I've run across a few individuals who call themselves "killjoys". They say they wish to reconstruct this crumbled world. I suppose that would make me a killjoy as well. The majority I run across first wish to bring back society in the simplest form they can: music. I find this quite interesting. I was once a musician. A percussionist to be exact, for the most part. I played the most obscure of instruments. They brought me joy. Instruments such as the glockenspiel and the kazoo. I've been told that a group of the killjoys have come to possess these two particular now-rare instruments. I plan to join them. They are also desperately in need of those to vocally spread the music that they are creating, and songwriters. I would also be for doing this. My name was lost with my family. Perhaps they will be able to help me find myself again. O.o this is amazing
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 4:32 pm
I go by Phobia. Well, that's what people know me by. I'm guessing because of the Aphenphosmphobia--or in other words, Haptephobia--I had developed since the nuclear war happened. I just get scared from the simplest touch someone tries to give me, afraid that I'll probably get burnt again from the toxic waste that showered down from the sky. I still have scars from it.
I cover up almost all my body because of it, except for my eyes, most of the time. I'll have to cover them up when the occasional sandstorm sweeps through the outskirts of Battery City. I keep my mouth enveloped in a black, medical mask I found lying around. I don't talk much anymore. I write down what I want people to know what I think. I carry around a backpack full of notebooks, sketchpads, and any type of writing utensil. Whenever I have the time, I go up to Battery City to write to the children that are still there. I sometimes draw, too. I love seeing their smiling faces when they gaze at the world they used to live in, when they read about the paradise that the world was like before the war.
I only managed to spot a group of four men that were older than me and the little children. They called themselves Killjoys. They wanted to fabricate Battery City back up to how it was before, maybe even better than that. Their way of doing things? By music.
I could vaguely remember where I have seen this group before, but when I thought back to it, I recall being close friends with the red head. Of course, his hair wasn't like that when we were younger, so I couldn't recognize him by that... It was the voice that helped jog my memory of this man I grew up with.
I still see the Killjoys as I decorate the little children's minds of what the "before-time" was. I just shake my head from behind my sketchpad as I watch the red head jump around and sing, hoping to build back the society with his voice and the other men's instruments.
I honestly believe they're going to change the world.
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 4:37 pm
jour vert I go by Phobia. Well, that's what people know me by. I'm guessing because of the Aphenphosmphobia I had developed since the nuclear war happened. I just get scared from the simpliest touch someone tries to give me, afraid that I'll probably get burnt again from the toxic waste that showered down from the sky. I still have scars from it. I cover up almost all my body because of it, except for my eyes, most of the time. I'll have to cover them up when the occasionally sandstorm sweeps through the outskirts of Battery City. I keep my mouth enveloped in a surgical mask I found lying around. I don't talk much anymore. I write down what I want people to know what I think. I carry around a backpack full of notebooks, sketchpads, and any type of writing utensil. Whenever I have the time, I go up to Battery City to write to the children that are still there. I sometimes draw, too. I love seeing their smiling faces when they gaze at the world they used to live in, when they read about the paradise that the world was like before the war. I only managed to spot a group of four men that were older than me and the little children. They called themselves Killjoys. They wanted to fabricate Battery City back up to how it was before, maybe even better than that. Their way of doing things? By music. I could vaguely remember where I have seen this group before, but when I thought back to it, I recall being close friends with the red head. Of course, his hair wasn't like that when we were younger, so I couldn't recognize him by that... It was the voice that helped jog my memory of this man I grew up with. I still see the Killjoys as I decorate the little children's minds of what the "before-time" was. I just shake my head from behind my sketchpad as I watch the red head jump around and sing, hoping to build back the society with his voice and the other men's instruments. I honestly believe they're going to change the world. So cool, I love how you made her into an artist that tells people about how the world used to be...you use art as your weapon, just like the killjoys. This is amazing
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 6:44 pm
Treble Tank Sakura Nashimara I take it that MCR are basing their album in a post-nuclear setting by the way, so that should explain a good chunk of my killjoy story. I scavenge through the debris filling the empty streets of abandoned towns, finding lost treasures. My arsenal stuns all those who meet me- some are stunned in different ways in others, if you catch my drift. I keep my eyes covered as well as my mouth and nose, to keep myself generally safe from the sand storms that occasionally run through the empty streets I roam. Some call me a drifter. Some call me a saviour. I call myself a survivor. I lost my family in the explosions. That has hardened me a bit to the world, I won't lie, but I have moved on. I care for the abandoned pets that I run across. Give them water. Give them food. Sometimes, I'll just give them attention. Sometimes that's all they need. I dress in whatever the wind blows my way in the case of clothing. I've run across a few individuals who call themselves "killjoys". They say they wish to reconstruct this crumbled world. I suppose that would make me a killjoy as well. The majority I run across first wish to bring back society in the simplest form they can: music. I find this quite interesting. I was once a musician. A percussionist to be exact, for the most part. I played the most obscure of instruments. They brought me joy. Instruments such as the glockenspiel and the kazoo. I've been told that a group of the killjoys have come to possess these two particular now-rare instruments. I plan to join them. They are also desperately in need of those to vocally spread the music that they are creating, and songwriters. I would also be for doing this. My name was lost with my family. Perhaps they will be able to help me find myself again. O.o this is amazing Thanks ^_^ I made it up as I wrote it xd
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 7:38 pm
jour vert I go by Phobia. Well, that's what people know me by. I'm guessing because of the Aphenphosmphobia I had developed since the nuclear war happened. I just get scared from the simplest touch someone tries to give me, afraid that I'll probably get burnt again from the toxic waste that showered down from the sky. I still have scars from it.
I cover up almost all my body because of it, except for my eyes, most of the time. I'll have to cover them up when the occasionally sandstorm sweeps through the outskirts of Battery City. I keep my mouth enveloped in a surgical mask I found lying around. I don't talk much anymore. I write down what I want people to know what I think. I carry around a backpack full of notebooks, sketchpads, and any type of writing utensil. Whenever I have the time, I go up to Battery City to write to the children that are still there. I sometimes draw, too. I love seeing their smiling faces when they gaze at the world they used to live in, when they read about the paradise that the world was like before the war.
I only managed to spot a group of four men that were older than me and the little children. They called themselves Killjoys. They wanted to fabricate Battery City back up to how it was before, maybe even better than that. Their way of doing things? By music.
I could vaguely remember where I have seen this group before, but when I thought back to it, I recall being close friends with the red head. Of course, his hair wasn't like that when we were younger, so I couldn't recognize him by that... It was the voice that helped jog my memory of this man I grew up with.
I still see the Killjoys as I decorate the little children's minds of what the "before-time" was. I just shake my head from behind my sketchpad as I watch the red head jump around and sing, hoping to build back the society with his voice and the other men's instruments.
I honestly believe they're going to change the world. Wow, this is really good. I feel so much worse about what I just posted..
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 11:34 pm
I go by La Conquistadora, but they call me the "Messenger Bird". Since this takes place in 2019, I'm 29. I grew up in New York City prior to the nuclear war, but relocated to California when I cut ties with my parents because they accepted the government's obvious corruption. I was arrested for hacking and fraud, but I was bailed out and my record was wiped clean by my first employers. I hacked through government files for them without knowing they were the "bad guys". Because of that, I got groups of renegades - quite similar to the Killjoys - in trouble.
To redeem myself, I decided to be absolutely neutral and help no one. I got a job delivering messages between rival gangs so they don't have to be directly confronted to one another. It pays decently; I use most of the money on highly-caffeinated energy drinks, the rest on tattoos. I always manage to get people to pay for my meals. I mostly hitchhike because I can't drive for s**t.
I like picking fights for the hell of it, speaking in movie quotes, and putting on "war paint" (see: cheap Halloween makeup) on my face. I'm short-tempered and impulsive, but an idealistic optimist. I always talk about how I want an early retirement to open a koala ranch in Australia. (By the time this happens, they'll probably all be extinct - but hey.)
I've met the Killjoys a couple times. I kind of like them because they're hopeful rebels, so I run errands for them for free. (Well, almost free - I'm still a sucker for energy drinks.)
I keep a pistol at the back of my jeans but I haven't used it yet. I'm not even sure I know how to. I prefer good old fist fights, because there'll never be anything quite as badass as a black eye and some bruised knuckles.
I wear a yellow track jacket, ripped jeans, bandanas, a red zebra-print tank top and stockings, yellow Doc Marten boots, and a cheap plastic Frankenstein mask.
[Picture coming possibly next week - I actually have the outfit.]
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 2:46 pm
Hey! Im Plastic Syringe~ but you can call me anything you like! I can be shy at times, but when i get to know whoever im talking to i guess my shyness goes away! Being my 24 year old self i live alone in my art studio, the walls are really pretty! Theyre painted and drawn on, and i just love it! I grew up in France, but french people arent really my style y'know? Though, i much prefer France, than where im living now, cause well...y'know, after the nuclear war.. not fun anywhere, so i guess im not sure where i would like better. People have also told me im kinda indecisive, but i dont think so! Am i? No! But-what if? Nah not possible. Also, im a reporter, and my camera's name is mini. I'm currently wanted for conspiracy against the government, you see, i wrote a couple stories and, its just- they didnt like it too much. Since then a group of people called the "Killjoys" have adopted me.
I skip almost everywhere i go, its just funner!
I wish everyone would get along, but y'know.. that probably wont happen. I love love love, to decorate peoples heads with cool hats. Im kinda hyper sometimes, but i can be kinda sad too, its just unusual. I love all the Killjoys ive met, theyre just like like, uhm..well, i dont know how to describe them! Theyre awesomer than giraffes, and i do love me some giraffes!
I keep my best friend tied to my side, its brown and looks like a teddy bear! Can you guess what it is? Fine! Ill tell you, its my trusty ole Raygun! I dont like to use it on people i guess im a little timid that way, but i will if i need to.
I wear a pink raincoat, polkadot skirt, skinny jeans with cute little bows and stuff,a couple of different colored cute little tank tops or shirts and some multicolored stockings an socks! You wont see me go anywhere without my combat boots and bunny hat though, you just wont!
Ill put up my drawn picture and the picture of me soon, mmkay? Okay!
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Posted: Thu Nov 11, 2010 9:43 am
my name is Monster Mash. I am too lazy to sit here and tell you her story, but basically, she was abandoned by the ones who claimed they loved her, and lived on her own for a while, since she had no contact with human life she began creating a comic book reality, and dressed like a super hero, and went from city to city looking for people who would accept her and be in her "gang" or whatever you want to call it. She found the Killjoys in Battery City and they accepted her, and brought her in to their "family" with open arms. I can't remember what else but you get the idea, this is my costume, I deleted the full body picture by accident, I had an old raggedy cape, a little toy gun, some black leggings with blue underwear on the outside, a utility belt with buttons and stuff, and a blue and purple knee length socks that were pulled over my leggings and some sneakers with lightinging bolts and bright colors I found at Goodwill, and I had an eye bandana mask thing but I had to take it off because it was hard to see and I made a shirt that had a lightening bolt and an M I painted on it. 
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