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 Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 12:30 pm
 Welcome to the Logs of Shun Korvas, owned by Blade Kuroda. This is a private journal, please do not post without permission.  Info Name: Shun Korvas Owner: Blade Kuroda Stage: Ship's Boy Crew Position: Deckhand Ship: Dementia Description:For the most part, Shun doesn't like company too much, and at times, he can be rather sarcastic and bitter towards those around him. He had grown up in an environment where he had to fend for himself for the most part, so that may have something to attribute to that. With some friendships gone badly, it can be a bit difficult to earn his trust as well. Such a thing isn't impossible though... unless you belong to the Navy. A rather strong hatred for the Navy and government personel in general has grown within Shun. One part is due to the fact that he generally has always done things in a less legal manner. The other was because of an event in his past that involved a very good friend of his to be taken into custody. He was later told that this friend had been executed as well. However, his friend had only been caught up in a raid he had nothing to do with. Still, he was arrested despite his innocence, which really caused quite a bit of spite within Shun. 
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 12:43 pm
I. Intro II. Table of Contents III. Profile IV. History V. Relations VI. Inventory VII. Photos VIII. Reserved IV. Reserved
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:20 pm
Name: Shun Korvas (First name does not rhyme with 'sun'..) Age: 21 Parents: Carlos Korvas and Ayumi Kuroda Hair Color: Black Eye Color: Brown Height: 5'9" Partner: No one anymore.. Children: Yeah right Talents: Using swords and lockpicking Weapon Of Choice: Swords, namely his cutlass Favorite Colors: Black, gold, and red Favorite Foods: Steak Favorite Weather: Rainy Dislikes: The Navy, cold weather, and snobs Likes: Rain, the night sky, and general darkness
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:22 pm
Shun is one of mixed blood; a mutt or so to speak. His grandfather was a Japanese man, his grandmother was a Dutch woman, and his father was Spanish. His parents had given him the name of "Shun," not only to remind him of his Japanese heritage, but also because it meant, "excellence" or "genius," and they wished him to grow up to become a great man. That last part was a little difficult, seeing how downhill their lives went. He grew up doing pretty much whatever it took for him to survive. With a rather incompetant father, he had to fend for himself, as well as for his mother, who wasn't always in the best of health. It wasn't until after she succumbed to her illnesses that he finally left to be out on his own. A little later on, he joined up with a group of fellow ruffians. There, he just did what he always did, but he had some help now. One of the members of his unruly gang, was a bit odd. Going by the name of Sly, short for Sylvester, he was one who never truly engaged himself in the group's less-than-legal activities. In a way, Shun admired that, since Sly was in just as bad of a position as the rest were, but he still managed to live on by his own means. He became rather good friends with him, as he felt he could trust him more so than he could with any of the other guys. The only problem he had was that they both happened to have their eyes on the same girl, but that's to be said another time... Anyway, one night, the party had planned out a raid on some of the higher-up's mansions. The whole thing was a mess. Sylvester, who hadn't done anything, ended up getting arrest, among several others. Shun had managed to get away, though with a wound that almost cost him his life. Several days after the chaos, he awoke, only to find out that his friend, as well as the others had been executed. The news just infuriated him. With the others, he didn't really have much else to expect, but Sly was innocent! And yet he was killed off as if he was just another rat.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:23 pm
Ara [Aquaintance?] - Not sure what to make of her, but I got a pretty good feeling that she hates me.
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 6:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:13 pm
 All banners were made by Amsterdam
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:36 pm
((Note: Shun doesn't really know how to write, and this is still probably more than what he would know. But anyway, just about all of the errors here are meant to be there.))
Wel, it sems that Im finnaly getting off of this stuupid iland. Iv gon ahead and joined the crew of the Demnta Demintya Dymencha a pyrate ship. Aparently, Ara is on the same crew. How unluky of me.. I sware, I try to be nice to her for helpng me out, and she stile snaps at me. Jus aboat evereething I say ofends her somhow.
I woodent be too serprised if she ends up wantin to gut me or somthing like that. Oh well. I'd probly deserve it anyway.
On onother note, I havent met the rest of the crew yet. I saw one o them, but she looked a bit too drunk to get much of a impresion.
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Posted: Mon Feb 19, 2007 10:09 pm
Teh ship jus set sale ressently. But tere's a thick fog rollng in, an it's got sum o the crew kinna nervis. Not really the gratess sign of smooth salling you no.
Allon wit that, there's apparently a Navy guy on bord. No clue wot he's doin here or why he dressis that way. Kinna anoying tho. If I had jus run into him on sum random nite, I'd probly would of tryed ta take him down.. dependin on how gud o a mood I'm in.
Hopfuly I won relly have to take too much orders from him. Be reel bothrsum otterwiz.
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Posted: Tue Feb 27, 2007 8:40 pm
I can't beleeve my luk. A few ours after setin sale, we ran into anoother pyrate ship. Ain't no ordineery ship tho. Teh dam thin was filled with a bunch of freeks! Peepel with animal parts, fur, skales, fethers. You name it. And their captin had snakes fur a beard!
Captin Krule ordered us to fight, so dats wot happened. I managed to hold off prety gud, but those dam thins were stil too strong for us. Struk down a man wit a crab claw fur a hand, but one of his budies maanged to giv me a few good nicks, as well as a couple bruises. Nutin too sirius, but it pisses me off tat we lost.
If there is a next tim, I'll mak sure thos animals pay.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2008 10:52 pm
Weer saling round agin. Don't kno where teh hel we're goin' tho. Tis been reel qiet arund the ship, and I'm bord as hell.
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