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Username: Little Mukuro
Any Roleplay experience: A few years. Started when I was 9. I'm 17 now. [Haha. Old old]
Character that you are applying for: Little Mukuro
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Family: Adoption into the Vongola.
"To be adopted by the mafia is such a shame. ."
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Flame Attribute: Hinting mist
"Flame attribute? I have no idea what you mean."
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Description of Character:
It had been a funny experience waking up to the feeling of a new body,
of a new century with nothing except a few memories to keep his
cloudy mind somewhat busy with contemplation.
It was strangely exhilarating to wake up and know he was
free even if the freedom was somewhat limited and the knowledge of the
world he now lived in was somewhat hindered by the fact he couldn't
actually remember where the knowledge came from. Either way, he
had thought he was free.
The operative word was "thought".
Muku [or so he had been 'nicknamed' even though he had full knowledge of his full name]
was free until the Vongola had caught sight or heard of him. They 'took him in'. He would
have never willingly joined them. It made him sick, just thinking about the idea. Muku
was not at all surprised to find out that the sole reason for his 'adoption' to the family
was simply for research purposes. "How can a single entity be put into two separate bodies
that retain identical physical appearances and even retain a few of the original's memory?"
He knew he was different but to see the mafia point it out to him made his blood run cold.
It didn't matter. However strong he was, against the Vongola, 'Muku' was only just a child.
Even he would cringe -inwardly of course with not a sign on his outward expression- at the
idea of being thrown into Vindice.
And it was true that he was missing a rather large part of himself though for reasons
unknown yet. His memory of everything except the past until now had been . .a blank canvas.
Perhaps, if what they say is true, he would be able to make his own painting. He was barely
10. Suffering for a few years with some idiots wouldn't hurt too much. The rewards out weighed
the annoyance.
He'll just keep it to himself that he was just a tad bit curious about his 'older selves'. Muku wasn't quite sure how he came to be but he was here now.
Perhaps his. .other selves would know. .in time.
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Roleplay sample:
"I am afraid have no idea what you are talking about." The ends of
thin pale lips perked upwards into a hint of a smile filled with honey-laced mockery. The
single blue eye narrowed slightly at the sight of a few men in suits, nose high up in the
air with the pretense of 'justice' and 'power'. Surely they know how stupid they look so
why bother with the act?
"BASTARD! What the hell did you do to Knox?!" If someone were to look into the 'room'
that was really an oversized cell, what would they see? Would they see a group of adults
childishly screaming at an obviously injured young boy of barely 10 years and few months?
Luckily, no one was that stupid in the whole building. It was one of the many Vongola homes
that kept some of the lower ranking families. Muku grinned brightly, small alabaster fingers
moving to play with the hem of the white shirt, spotted with dried blood from various
'experiments'.
"Who ever said I did anything? It wasn't like he was killed. Too bad, it would have made
the world a bit cleaner."
"Why you--!"
"That's enough."
The boy turned his head slowly to look at the rather offending bulky figure of a man standing
in front of his cell. The smile stayed on his face though it did wavered for a few seconds.
The man sent a look to him. The boy stilled and waited, the single shining cerulean hue keeping
a straight look at the intruder.
"You're leaving, Muku. They're sending you to the heads. Perhaps you'll learn manners there."
Muku, the deceptively frail-looking boy, smiled.
"Not likely but they can try~."
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Version that you following:. .Uh. xD Mini Mukuro? It's more of something that came
up with convention talk, AIM, and lots of Xanxus x Squalo family ti3m.
Any Roleplay experience: A few years. Started when I was 9. I'm 17 now. [Haha. Old old]
Character that you are applying for: Little Mukuro
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Family: Adoption into the Vongola.
"To be adopted by the mafia is such a shame. ."
------------------------------------------
Flame Attribute: Hinting mist
"Flame attribute? I have no idea what you mean."
------------------------------------------
Description of Character:
It had been a funny experience waking up to the feeling of a new body,
of a new century with nothing except a few memories to keep his
cloudy mind somewhat busy with contemplation.
It was strangely exhilarating to wake up and know he was
free even if the freedom was somewhat limited and the knowledge of the
world he now lived in was somewhat hindered by the fact he couldn't
actually remember where the knowledge came from. Either way, he
had thought he was free.
The operative word was "thought".
Muku [or so he had been 'nicknamed' even though he had full knowledge of his full name]
was free until the Vongola had caught sight or heard of him. They 'took him in'. He would
have never willingly joined them. It made him sick, just thinking about the idea. Muku
was not at all surprised to find out that the sole reason for his 'adoption' to the family
was simply for research purposes. "How can a single entity be put into two separate bodies
that retain identical physical appearances and even retain a few of the original's memory?"
He knew he was different but to see the mafia point it out to him made his blood run cold.
It didn't matter. However strong he was, against the Vongola, 'Muku' was only just a child.
Even he would cringe -inwardly of course with not a sign on his outward expression- at the
idea of being thrown into Vindice.
And it was true that he was missing a rather large part of himself though for reasons
unknown yet. His memory of everything except the past until now had been . .a blank canvas.
Perhaps, if what they say is true, he would be able to make his own painting. He was barely
10. Suffering for a few years with some idiots wouldn't hurt too much. The rewards out weighed
the annoyance.
He'll just keep it to himself that he was just a tad bit curious about his 'older selves'. Muku wasn't quite sure how he came to be but he was here now.
Perhaps his. .other selves would know. .in time.
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Roleplay sample:
"I am afraid have no idea what you are talking about." The ends of
thin pale lips perked upwards into a hint of a smile filled with honey-laced mockery. The
single blue eye narrowed slightly at the sight of a few men in suits, nose high up in the
air with the pretense of 'justice' and 'power'. Surely they know how stupid they look so
why bother with the act?
"BASTARD! What the hell did you do to Knox?!" If someone were to look into the 'room'
that was really an oversized cell, what would they see? Would they see a group of adults
childishly screaming at an obviously injured young boy of barely 10 years and few months?
Luckily, no one was that stupid in the whole building. It was one of the many Vongola homes
that kept some of the lower ranking families. Muku grinned brightly, small alabaster fingers
moving to play with the hem of the white shirt, spotted with dried blood from various
'experiments'.
"Who ever said I did anything? It wasn't like he was killed. Too bad, it would have made
the world a bit cleaner."
"Why you--!"
"That's enough."
The boy turned his head slowly to look at the rather offending bulky figure of a man standing
in front of his cell. The smile stayed on his face though it did wavered for a few seconds.
The man sent a look to him. The boy stilled and waited, the single shining cerulean hue keeping
a straight look at the intruder.
"You're leaving, Muku. They're sending you to the heads. Perhaps you'll learn manners there."
Muku, the deceptively frail-looking boy, smiled.
"Not likely but they can try~."
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Version that you following:. .Uh. xD Mini Mukuro? It's more of something that came
up with convention talk, AIM, and lots of Xanxus x Squalo family ti3m.
Last edited by Little Mukuro on Tue May 11, 2010 8:11 pm; edited 2 times in total
...Then raise you to assassinate his father*