Personality: Julian is filled with inner peace. He usually sorts through his personal fears and problems quickly and although he can be very helpful and friendly, he sometimes acts a bit antisocial.
Weakness/Strengths: Can be pretty sneaky, has some good leadership qualities. Unfortunately, he's very forgetful. He always wants to have the knife everywhere, but he leaves it behind so many times when he leaves. He manages to hold onto his MP3 player everywhere he goes, more often than the knife.
Short Bio: Julian was a prodigy on the Bass guitar. He got lucky and made it into a band when he was 16, and actually had his permission to go touring with the band. He was living a good life, until the band went down under. The singer and the guitarist ended up in a powerful marriage, and the singer dissapeared one day. The guitarist followed her, and the drummer took it as a chance to do his own record. Julian couldn't write good music, and didn't get lucky again. He ended up stranded in New York, jobless and on the street. He got into the community and got into it, but he still misses his family pretty deeply. He got too close with the community to leave it, and prefers living in the community. He got comftorable in it, and likes being one of the older ones. He had his taste of success, and loved the aftertaste that was the streets of New York.
Weapon: Nothing more than a little pocket knife.
Other: Up for love, I guess
"I'm fearless in my heart They will always see that in my eyes I am the passion, I am the warfare I will never stop Always constant, Accurate, Intense" "The Audience is Listening", by Steve Vai
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Personality:laid-back and lazy at first glance but he's always observing others and very smart.Don't be fool by how lazy he may seem to be. Weaknesses:Lazy,too carefree. Strengths:always analyzing other options to deal with tough situation, great memory,looks for the easy way out. short bio:A certified genius he dropped out of college when he was only twelve, hating his foster parents with every fiber of his being he lives an okay life in New York as a homeless teen on the steets living in an abandon apartments where he could find them. Weapon: Retractable blades in his boots and other parts of his body sometimes. Other:Up for love, I suppose.
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"I became insane,with long intervals of horrible insanity."
"Their ideology is that human nature is fundamentally evil.In other words, humans are evil from the day they are born."
"I win again," I laughed as I slammed my cards flat on the short, rusted, metal, fold out table. A royal flush beamed its gloriousness into the sad face of my poor victim. " Man, Kitten," Monty sighed," you can't let me win at least once?" I shook my head 'no' and stood up, stretching towards the ceiling. " If you didn't suck so horrible you might be able to beat a girl in a simple game of poker," Bastian scoffed from a corner. I didn't even know he was there until he spoke up. Monty cursed under his breath and stood up quickly but Aushy stopped him in mid stride. " Awww, Bastian, don't be such a downer," she squealed," and Monty just sit down and let Kitten kick your ass in 21 this time." I laughed and sat back down, shuffling the cards. " Aushy, don't say that," I whispered with a sly smile on my face," he might win this time." She laughed and sat down next to me, folding her legs under her. " Where did the others go," Monty asked looking around. " Where else," Bast hissed," out to get more supplies." I rolled my eyes at the direction of Bastians voice, I couldn't really see where he was, and dealt the cards. " We don't know what they're doing for sure," I mumbled," but they should be back soon." At least I hope they would be back soon. The left early in the morning and now everything was all orange from the evening sun. Oh, I hope they hurried. Everyone was worried, at least, I think everyone was worried. I don't know about some of us.
I took a quick acute turn into a near alley, using the darkness of night to my advantage taking cover in a alcove.Running fro the police was no easy feat. Cocking my head I listened to the sound of footsteps on wet pavement shot pass my hiding hole. I waited til I couldn't hear them any more to emit from my shadowy alcove. "Well,well, well look at what we have here a runner," I whipped around to meet four gazes on me. "Who are you,?" I ask in a nonchalant attitude. "Look here boy your in Dragon territory, so give us all your money and then you can be on your way," the male whom seem to be the leader forced his lip into a snarl. A common scare tactic amongst thugs and Arda knew that."No,"he yawned with boredom.He wasn't in any mood to fight tonight and wished that the others were here to assist him, but they split off into different directions since the police had tried to capture them. " I guess we'll hafta do this the hard way then," the leader cracked his knuckles to add emphasis.,"Rail, now!" The one called Rail pounced quickly and tried to grab on to me but I quickly side step the attack and Rails tumbles and roll into the chain link fence behind me, unconscious. The other two attack with faster speed than Rail but I dodge the both of them. Stomping my foot on the pavement, releasing the blade in toe off my boot and whirl it to catch one in his thighs,he quickly fell to the floor.The next one tried to throw knives at me, missing every time, I catch him with the blade in my boot in the back and knock him to the floor. Finally the leader came after me, firing bullet after bullet , I keep a safe distance away,dodging for my life.Soon he runs out of ammo and my lip curled into a smirk.Taking this chance to strike.I kicked him into the wall so hard that he recoiled off the it and slammed onto to the rough pavement. Checking all their vitals, satisfied they were all not to seriously injured, I took my leave climbing over the fence. "I wonder if the others already at the safe zone," I murmured.
"I became insane,with long intervals of horrible insanity."
"Their ideology is that human nature is fundamentally evil.In other words, humans are evil from the day they are born."
I sit in an alley, counting the loot I'd gotten today.Three hundred collars in cash,a pack of cigarettes,a coach purse that I could probably sell,and a fancy-looking ring. I dumped the credit cards and crap in a dumpster, and headed back to camp. About halfway there, I saw that homeless man, Morty. I slipped him a twenty, and he left and came back with a bottle of whiskey from the store across the street. He handed it to me, and I smiled my thanks. I had gotten some good loot today, and I wanted to celebrate.Slipping it into the over sized bag, I kept walking back to camp, keeping my head down.I eventually reached the fence, and hopped over. I found Kitten beating Monty at cards, looked like 21. Arda was fixing his shoe, he must have been in a fight. Bastian was just hanging gout, watching the game.I plunked the bag on the table. "Loot." I said, reaching inside for the Marlboros. I lit one up, earning some disgusted looks as I blew smoke in the faces of Monty and Kitty. I knew their expressions would change when they saw the contents of the purse, though. Bastian peered inside. "Whoa. Nice load, there, Blue." He said, eying the stacks of bills. I nodded. All in a day's work.
He hated card games. And he hated to sit around while others went on raids. He was bored. He wanted to do something.
Worst of all, Blue had came back with a really nice load. Possibly better than his from two days ago. Bastian leaned against the wall and eyed all the kids around him. Sometimes he got sick of all of this. Not that he had another choice. Not really.
Bastian laughed at the look on Monty's face as he lost yet another game of cards. He wasn't very good. Or Kyrai was really good. Still, it didn't look like Monty was good at all. Not that he could say anything. He wasn't either.
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
Nobody seemed to care about the whiskey in my load, so I grabbed it and slunk off, looking for a fight. At first, I felt kind of bad for blowing twenty bucks on something just for myself. But as the buzz kicked in, I forgot about that. Eventually, I came to some old warehouse. Normally I wouldn't go in there alone, but my senses were a bit dulled. I kicked in a low window, and crawled through, hardly noticing that I had shredded my leggings and cut my hands and legs.I blew on what was left of my cigarette, and the brief burst of light let my eyes adjust a bit. I could make out another window across the room. I threw my now-empty bottle at it, enjoying the sound of breaking glass. I licked the blood off my finger where it had been cut. I started humming to myself, climbing up towards the window. I faintly heard some call m. "Blue? Get your a..." The buzzing in my head drowned whoever was calling me out. I jumped through the window, and found myself in a storage room of sorts. I kicked a box. Suddenly, a whispering noise came from being me. "Hullo?" I slurred turning around. Suddenly, my leg exploded in pain, and everything went black.
The grand in the hotel rings with broken tunes; the guests frown; the concierge winces. But the blue-hatted boy is happy and braver than they. — TheMythMaster
