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 Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 5:28 pm
The world is a bitter place now. There aren't many young-gun 25 year olds out here. They can't take the heat. But I can, and do, every day. Of course, I am luckier than many. I'm not stuck in one of the deserts or arctic areas. That narrow strip of merely uncomfortably living, as opposed to the miserable life, that's where you'll find me. Fighting my way through. Making my way.
I met the leaders of the Killjoys shortly after they started their mission. Bring back society with music. Music was my life before, and it's all that keeps others going now. So I work with the Killjoys, spreading music by singing and playing the old guitar I found in a trashed house shortly after the world went to hell.
But I don't trust people by any means. The whip I carry, though still somewhat glittery from its years in the circus tent where I found it, usually serves to warn off any potential threats, especially with the deadly accuracy with which I have learned to wield it. And those that the whip doesn't discourage suddenly have a change of heart when they meet the large black dog I call Bear. I found him as a pup, and he's somehow survived and stayed with me (possibly because I feed him).
Bear and I both aren't heartless though. When I meet someone new, if they can prove they aren't planning on robbing me at their earliest convenience, I will be the best of friends with them forever, and Bear will make a habit of protecting them too.
My style is practical. Big, heavy sneakers, jeans, a jacket over a tank top and a hat to keep the sun out of my eyes. Plain and simple. I guess I have to make my clothes practical since I have to carry around my guitar and whip.
As for my name. What's in a name? It's a defining thing. In the old world, some names were common, like Sara or Zack. Every other person had a name like that, and they all blended together after a while. Funny, now I don't know any Sara's or Zack's. They must've all died, or are just blending in again in this new world. Well I'm not one of them, not then or now. I stand out. My name is Wicked, and I am a goddamn Killjoy.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 6:42 pm
Name:Retro Rave
Costume: What I have now- but with pink hair and lots of tattoos (real short tho)
Bio:
From Seattle. I don't bow down to anybody. I don't believe in anything except for human capability. After 'it' happened, I tried to lay low with my friend, but he got shot after trying to be a hero for some girl who turned out to be bait. Then I did some looking around the remains of the city. Trying to find people not accociated with the newfound control. Nobody.
Then, some guys passed trough and told me there was a resistance on the outskirts of Battery City. We went our seperate ways- me south, them north.
It took me some time to make it all the way down, but when I finally arrived, I found what I had hoped. People. Music. Freedom. I made contact with the killjoys. I shared my abilities and they decided the best thing for me would be to sneak in the city and wreak havok.
So each week I go out. Kill the Draculoids. Paint the walls. Sometimes, when Its safe enough, I bring my bass and amp. I bring cords and connect them to the alarm speakers around the city. Then I blast it. Windows and walls are literally broken. And since the speakers are everywhere in the city, nobody escapes the sound wall and nobody can ever find me.
But its quite fun to watch them try. I wouldn't change anything about my duty, except get a guy who can shred on guitar. We'd bring the city down in minutes.
Some days, when they all know I'm sposed to be back in the desert, coming up with a new plan, I sneak in and listen to what the heads are planning for their next attack. All the killjoys enjoy this. It has saved a number of rebel lives.
I always keep my gun on my belt, but I perfer not to use it. Soundwaves and groin-kicks are my weapons of choice.
Its real fun, but I know I'll get caught eventually.
But its fine by me. I'm all willing to die for the cause.
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LaLaFunk is dead Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 7:23 pm
I drew mine, too! Her name's Chaos Clown 
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 12:08 pm
Name’s Loup. My real, birth name is confidential, meaning you cannot know. I, personally, don’t like it that much, so that is why I keep it hidden. Loup is so much better for me. You see, I am sometimes known as a ‘lone wolf’. I like to be alone. It doesn’t bother me like it would bother other people. Normal people, I guess I could say? I dunno.
I just recently became inducted into the group called the ‘Killjoys’. I didn’t always live in Battery City, California. I used to live in Paris, France. Yes, France. My native language is Français, so maybe that’s why you can hear a bit of an accent when I talk. My English has been improving, however. My parents moved to California when I was ten. They believed it would be better for my health. Bullshit. I was perfectly fine in Paris, and I regretted moving.
You see, when BL/ind took over, my parents helped try and shut them down. Korse sent some Dracs to kill them while I slept. I vowed revenge on BL/ind, and I set off to kill as many Dracs as I could so BL/ind could be shut down. That’s where the Killjoys came in.
I was used to travelling alone by now, warding off my enemies as I came across them. I just so happened to be walking across the desert when I saw the Killjoys themselves in an area I came to know as Zone 6. They took me in open arms, saying that they always welcomed help. I reluctantly agreed. I was already so used to travelling alone that I didn’t know whether or not I needed protection, safety. But I still agreed, despite everything.
Since I joined the Killjoys, I have obtained the interest in medicine and healing, hence the white bandana with the Red Cross on it that I wear around my face. I have found that I am rather good at it, as well. Now, whenever one of the Killjoys gets hurt, they go to me for medical assistance. I am often found hanging around the group, ready to help when needed. It pays to be good at shooting and medicine at the same time, I might add.
I don’t know how long I’ve been with the Killjoys. It’s been awhile, and that’s all I know. I have gotten close to one of their members, in fact. Fun Ghoul is his name. I’ve discovered that I could rely on him for almost everything, and he has done the same for me. Mind you, I do not think of him as anything more than a brother. I don’t think he’ll want me to leave his side. I know most of his secrets that he would be distraught if anybody knew. Haha…
I don’t know where all of us will end up. All I know is that I should live my life day by day, not thinking about the future, and just thinking about the moment I’m currently in. Before long, I know I’ll be in the ground six feet under. But, I guess, I’ll die happy, knowing that I have avenged my parents death to the farthest I could go, and that the Killjoys will live on, fulfilling their duties to take down BL/ind.
{I finally made one, haha~!}
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 11:30 am
Detonator Static Monster
Yes, that is my name but my close friends call me Static. How can I put this... I was a ba$tard and my parents actually named e that so I stuck with it when the world became corrupt. My mom hated me and my dad shunned me. But you know what? I don't give a fuc|
Anyways, I am like any other goth Killjoy you see out on the street which is well none of them and some people might say I'm a bad guy but I'm not. That is just the way I express myself. My dress usually consists of: a band t-shirt, skinnies, and converse. Maybe the occasional beanie, but other than that, that is how I dress.
As some say I'm an a$$hole, but hey that is that. What ever you think is whatever you think, on that not I am opinionated, that is why people call me what they call me. Sometimes I just get that way and no one knows why. Not even myself. So, if you like me you do if you dont you dont.
I prefer the original ray gun. Preferable color would be black and it has my name on the side. I obtained it form the original Killjoys.
I have never had a job in my lifetime and dont plan on getting one.
The original Killjoys are my bestfrineds in the entire world. I dont know what I would do without them. My brother is Jet Star and I have the biggest crush on my closest friend, Fun Ghoul. Like I said they are my life and I would do anything to protect them.
http://cre8ive-technol0gies.com/Animation/Goth-Girl-Flower-2.gif
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X - my harlequin romance Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 6:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 4:24 pm
Definitely without vest, the top of your shirt is too awesome :3
and i think it would look good too if you had normal or black pants with duct tape because the orange sort of...i dunno its a bit off. I like it though, its really good heart
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X - my harlequin romance Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 21, 2011 9:21 am
^_^ alrightie, no vest.
And Sarah I loves you but I am keeping the orange pants. I rambled through tons of Thrief stores tryring to find orange pants that would fit me. Besides. This album sprung my likeness for orange. I used to HATE orange. It was the one color I would not wear. But DD made me love it ^_^.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 3:13 pm
i got distracted by the lyrics to planetary (go!) on the corner of your wall. cool
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X - my harlequin romance Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 9:20 pm
phobia monster i got distracted by the lyrics to planetary (go!) on the corner of your wall. cool Lol, just noticed that you can see it XD When I tried to take a picture of it, it would always blend with the wall XD Yeah their are MCR lyrics all over my walls. :3
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Posted: Thu Feb 24, 2011 12:40 am
This is my Killjoy outit so far, its: striped tights, black undershirt, red lace lingerie dress, navy blue tie, doc martin boots, military jacket, camo miltary hat. i really want to get a toy gun, and a leather jacket, and some cool jewlery. smile any suggestions? 
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 6:22 am
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2011 4:01 pm
Rebel angel
Like my killjoy would were a war helmet and a war jacket skinny jeans and high top converse and a grey tanktop and she carrys a rifle like ray gun
She called that because she can be sweet but she is an excellent killer
personality just f@#$ing crazy
likes music art and killing
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