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Just so ya'll know, yes this will have drugs and violence of the sort, but not to the extreme. There will be drugs and violence here and there. The whole story does not have it, it's just the life of the people doing that stuff...if that makes ANY sense. And anyways, if need be we can always just hint to what happens if it gets too far.

Yeah yeah, what a jerk to start another rp. The heck. I want to. So there. Haha. I was thinking of it today during geometry...since that class is so easy and boring. And I really want to try it out. I mean there is no real deep plot, something dramatic, simple, and interesting.

Yes. It will be a slow moving rp, but we need some action around here. And I'll try to get it happening. Once I get, at the least, two people to join, we can start and people can join in whenever they want.

See. How simple! Haha. And I enjoyed writing the short summary story thingy. No idea. I like repeating a lot of stuff. Almost poetic. *snorts*

The sun is sinking in the sky, casting bright pinks, oranges, and purples into the clouds. The shadows are long and growing thicker with each second. Smell of dinner wafts in the cool autumn air mixing with the scents of dieing leaves and browning grass. Everything seems perfect amongst the city.

I hate that smell and those nauseating colors. I hate the families that eat dinner around a small table, talking about their days at work and school. I hate the laughter that echoes in the still air of my neighborhood. I hate it all, every one of them. Why can’t I have that? I want it, I hate it, I love it, and I despise it.

I’m not perfect like them. I am far from perfection like them. I am the darkness of their light. I’m the one in the ally ways smoking pot and gambling. I am the one that you hate. I was the bully in your grade school. I stole your lunch money. You all hate me. I love me. I love every aspect of me. I love the thrill I get when running from the cops. I love the appreciation I get from my groupies. That almost perfect high of relaxation, adrenaline, and love you get when hanging around the punks you call your friends, I love that. Most of all I love being me.

Call me a criminal, call me a gangster, call me a thief, call me a loser, call me a b***h, it all applies, and I like it.

This is my city. I control it. I control the safety of your perfect family. I control the streets you drive and walk on. I control you. In a split second I can have you dead. I can cause your debts to grow and grow. I can beat you, threaten you, and scare the s**t out of you. This is my city.

Watch your back sugar. Look everywhere when the shadows expand. Don’t run away, we are dogs, we smell your fear and chase you. Don’t be afraid, sweetie, join us. Don’t join us, let us control you. We are your god here, we are your devil here, and we are you saviors. You choose which.

I hate it.
I love it.
I like it.
I control it.

I’m a god.

And that's about it, start asking question who ever is here, whatever. XD I'll add stuff to the second post as I think of it. kay?

YAYS! *bouncs around with her Jesse James all happy like* I AM EXCITED FOR WRIIITINGS... Cos I miss it... quite a bit! T.T

...*tackles Ala* YAAAAY! YOU ARE NOT A WEENIE LIKE, TUEFEL!... whom I love and adore for being SO GREAT!

Name: Yahto... but everyone just calls him Cherokee (will explain that later). He doesn't give his last name.

Age: 19

Gang: That other one... but can we rename it? I wanna renames it!

Occupation: He's definitely used for Intimidation. That's not really his style, but he goes with it. All he has to do is stand there. Also, he's pretty good at jacking cars, had to live in one for awhile, so he figured out its in's and out's.

Personality: Cherokee is pretty much the 'strong and silent' type. He doesn't have a lot to say, or really, doesn't say anything unless it's worth saying, and to him? There isn't a lot worth saying. He's also pretty serious, a steady sort of guy, a good cool head on his shoulders. Nothing can get under this guy's skin. He's like a rock; it's sort of inhuman. He doesn't smile, doesn't frown, he doesn't even glare or look angry. His face is set almost into this constant passive expression. He comuincates a lot with just giving people certain looks, and they either get it or they don't, not his problem if they don't get it.

Though, he does have words to spare with those he can call 'friends', not that he collects those sort of people to himself. He doesn't like to feel too much attachment in the sort of life he leads, and who would? Also, as steady as a rock as this guy seems, there are certain ways you can sense his soft points. He's a smoker, which means he can get stressed when put under pressure... and he likes kids. It's strange, but if kids get invovled with a job he has to do, he flips. Gets real angry and refuses to do it. This proves he has passion. Then there is the small golden cross he wears around his neck on a thin chain. This shows he has faith.


Appearance: Well, to first explain why everyone calls him Cherokee, if you didn't guess already, it's because he's half Native American. And you know... Cherokee is like the first thing you think of when you think of Indians... it's a big ol' tribe and blah blah... so it's kinda a mocking thing, but Cherokee turned it into something more out of respect in time. They used to call him Chief too, and Sitting Bull!

But anyway... he's half Native American... and in accordance with this he has the dark, reddish brown skin, high cheek bones, and a sharp hawk like nose. He's a pretty good looking guy, real handsome face! Though, he's only half, mind, so he has some odd features to him... such as his very light blue eyes. That's what his real name means... Yahto means Blue. And he also has very fine brown hair (not black and coarse as it should be) that he keeps short, but long enough to flop into his eyes and cover his ears. Despite not keeping his hair long, however, he retains his culture in certain ways. He has a few tattoos, some wolves around his shoulders (he mixed the gang tattoo he has with that... because he's Cherokee and he can do whatever the heck he wants! YEAH!), and a few of the indian symbols on his right arm... such as the one for sun and bear.

Moving along! He wears what fits him, which isn't much. He's tall. I mean REALLY tall. He's 6' 7'', like a freaking statue. He's also lean, like a runner, and has very large hands and feet. Just one of his hands is probably bigger than your head. So, pretty much... he just wears clothes. They are no big deal to him. Probably his most important aspect of his attire are his moccasins. When a tall guy like him needs to be quiet and hide, he's quiet. ... cos ya know... moccasins muffle your footsteps! He's also got a soft buffalo leather jacket.

History: Don't ask about his and he won't ask you yours. All you need to know is he is where he is now.

TAAA DAAAAAH! The end... he's different! YAY! He could be fun... YAY! <3

Hahaha, YAYS! And homg check me out! There is a red headed babe on my shoulder! LOLZ. (HOMG INSIDE JOKE!)

And I'm glad you like him! I THOUGHT VERY HARD ON HIM! Only not really, sorta kinda.