"You Can't Force The Stars To Align"
IGN: (Please also list any of your alternate accounts)
Bunlow_ [Applying]
Lowbun_ [Alt]
Describe your activity on the server:
My time on the server has been split into a lot of different Roleplay categories, FactionRP, such as GangRP, ProfessorRP, and KPD. As well as a LOT of time in DetailRP... My actual playtime on the server has been 4 weeks on my primary profile, and around 16 weeks on my old profile which I lost access to.
Specify your Discord username and if you have a microphone:
Retrixgone_ and I do have a microphone that I'm willing to use!
Specify your country of origin and time zone:
United States, my time zone is EST.
What are your motivations in applying for the black market dealer role?
SchoolRP has been a massive journey for me. A journey in which I've realized so, so many things about myself and the world around me. In October of 2022, when I first joined the server, I was- well, I wasn't much, if I'm going to be honest. I was going through a really hard time in my life, and I needed something to help me. SchoolRP was that place for me. I first found the server through a YouTube video, I joined - and well... It just caught my attention. I couldn't log off. Thinking back on it now - it was such a joyful period of time. Learning all these new things, enjoying a world where I could just be myself. Initially, it was a little hard to make friends, but I pushed through and found the people that would eventually shape me in SRP.
During this time after joining SRP, I started opening up to people, I auditioned for plays, I started to write more and express my thoughts. SRP and the people I met on there really guided me. I am fortunate to be welcomed into such an accepting, amazing, and safe community.
About half a year after I joined my first gang, Sinnerous. I was invited to join Sinnerous by a friend of the gang lead, Static. I had never really engaged in CrimeRP or GangRP, but oh boy did it open my eyes. There was so much more to the server than I had initially saw. People to meet, roleplay scenarios to enage in - it was wonderful. GangRP was a new world that I wanted to explore. And so, I did.
Sinnerous/Manhanto was the only gang that I've ever joined up until now - besides a really old gang I was in and currently applying for Mandate. But I won't go all too much into that for now.
I've applied for a few factions since joining SRP, my first being reporter. Unfortunately, I was denied from the faction. But this helped me realize that I need to put more into my work. My writing style has changed a lot. Even outside of the server, I've changed how I write due to this community. Getting feedback and constructive criticism on my writing really helped me shape how I write today.
With the denial of my Reporter application, I attempted to apply for Government, only to face the same wall that I found myself at with my reporter application. So, with renewed courage and strength, I attempted to go for professor! Which I was accepted in - more yap and some stuff... and then I left professor for KPD!
KPD was the first major faction I've joined. It made me feel closer to GangRP, which I enjoyed. Part of me still wants to stay with KPD, I haven't been here for a long time, so the decision to post this application was one that I had to think over a LOT before doing so.
But I still want to give more to GangRP, I feel like I left GangRP without fully finishing what I needed to do there, especially due to the amount of things that GangRP has given to me.
This is - a bit of a sensitive topic for me. I've gone through a lot since joining SRP, and I've discovered so much. About half a year after joining the server I came out to my family as trans. Thankfully, they were overwhelmingly supportive to me. But, before this - I was lost, really. I had no clue what to do and... SRP was a safe place. I could roleplay who I wanted to be, I could do basically whatever I wanted to do. It was great, and that eventually gave me the courage to express who I am as a person in real life.
The GangRP community has given so much to me, and I really want to give back to it. I've had so many amazing experiences in this journey, and I would love to continue my current path towards the next destination, BMD.
What helps you to stand out from other applicants & what can you uniquely provide to the team?
I'm not afraid to speak out, if I notice a problem, I will point it out. I've always thought that there were a few problems with GangRP, and well, what better way to fix those problems then become a leading member of the faction!
I'd like to think my communication skills and ability to read a situation appropriately are some of the biggest skills I have. I understand how to moderate myself and act appropriately. I am willing to speak out on issues, but I understand when comments are actually beneficial to a topic. I think a large portion of the community could benefit from learning when it is acceptable to talk out on issues.
I don't have much for this portion, but I think what I have provided above is more than enough to ensure my level of maturity is equal with that of the expectations of a BMD member.
What previous experience do you have in working with a team?
I have had a job outside of SRP, I think that is a big thing that contributes to my experience. I have also worked on several other roleplay servers as well as regular Minecraft servers. I am a valuable member of a team due to the skills of communication that I have previously mentioned. I am confident with my ability to provide adequate work to a team. I have previously been in factions, such as Professor and KPD, KPD being the biggest addition to this. I have held patience and understanding in a team-based environment. I also held a leadership position for a while in Sinnerous/Manhanto, which provided with experience in the GangRP side of the server.
What suggestions do you have to help better the crime faction?
Reintroducing The Weapon Vehicles
I think something like the weapon truck that we had like.. one time - would be a good addition. Reintroducing this would provide a unique way for players to get weapons. This would be a good way to introduce new weapons to the faction as well!
Ikigai Projects
This idea is taking heavy inspiration from Helldivers 2!
Having Ikigai post missions for players to work together, (or against each other) to achieve a goal! This could be split up into different missions, such as how Ikigai posted a job to gain information on the weapon and money trucks a while back.
A mission would follow a basic structure of minor tasks, leading up to a major task. For example, I'll say a bank robbery. Ikigai would progressively post goals, such as obtaining information on the bank. This task could be completed by players roleplaying around the bank and possibly doing small mini-tasks at the bank. Another task would be doing a smaller heist somewhere else to get a drill, etc. etc. But yeah- and then eventually a large event would be planned where the bank robbery can take place! Successfully doing this would give the community a reward such as being able to go into the bank and take a lil bit of yen, or something of the sorts.
Obviously, there are some flaws in this so it would have to be planned out properly, but - I think it could be a good addition that rewards activity! And it doesn't always have to a bank robbery, it could be a prison break, a weapon van heist, a BMD interaction, something like that!
New weapons!
HIDDEN BLADE
PRICE: 350,000
RANGE: 1 Block
K.O. (HOW MANY HITS?): Unable to K.O.
- This weapon cannot be recognized by KPD unless detained.
- This weapon is too small to be detected by a metal detector.
MUGGABLE (Y/N): No (Unless hands cut/K.O.)
PERMISSIONS REQUIRED? Majors
Are you familiar with all rules pertaining to weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct on the server?
Yes.
Are you familiar with that if you leave the black market at any point, the black market lead will have permanent kill permissions on your character?
Yes.
Are you familiar with that if your character(s) is/are killed or permanently arrested twice, you will be removed from the black market?
Yes.
Are you familiar with that you cannot reveal any out-of-character plans or potential addition to the black market to others?
Yes.
"Cut People Out Like Tags on My Clothing."
Full Legal Name:
[!] The room fell silent. Every droplet of water falling and then colliding with the ground coalesced into the sewage water below, tainting the purity of life. The faint buzzing of a yellowed fluorescent light in which had gone through years of wear was audible - Maybe not to most, but - that key was driven into this woman's brain, forced to grow and thrive in the trove of misinformed knowledge that was the Dolorato heir's mind. That deafening silence was broken by a few tattered words that were shrouded in mist behind the metal ballistic mask covering the ex-officer's face. [!]
"My name is Vasali Dolorato."
[!] Utter disdain plagued the woman's expression, not that it was visible before the metal facade. But there were still cracks, and those emotions slipped through like a broken floodgate. She hated her name, that much was evident. For too long had she clung to the Dolorato name, wishing to change it - and she would, just not in the way that was forced upon her. [!]
Criminal Alias:
[!] A passing moment was given. The rushing water of the sewers could be heard just outside of the small room the two were placed in. [!]
"I would prefer to be called 'VENTRICLE' while I operate my business."
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
"I am 31, I am currently... Unemployed."
Gender & Marital Status:
"I was assigned female at birth, and that is what I identify as. I am single."
Ethnicity & Race:
"I was born in Italy."
Known Languages:
Japanese, English, Italian, Russian.
Former Associations/Occupations:
"I was previously, and quite briefly, employed at the Karakura Police Department... I have no other criminal affiliations."
Highest Level of Education:
"I have my master's in law."
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder)
Schizoaffective Disorder
Arrhythmia, specifically Bradycardia
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
"All of my family is deceased."
[!] The woman gritted her teeth, thinking on about that. A heavy sigh would fall from her lips, leaving a trail of utter despair and hopelessness. And at the end of it all, like a plunge pool, the liquid of her words would dissipate into soft expressions. [!]
"Besides my son, Carlo Dolorato. . ."
[!] Everything she had said so far was... reversable. She could walk away from this - well, she very well may die if she did, but - she would die a human. Dolorato would die, knowing everything was going to be okay. That, some people may /struggle/... but it would be alright. But, now..? As the silence utters an unforgivable vow. As she had just walked in, and put not only herself, at risk - but her child. [!]
That light would never return to Vasali Dolorato again. That light would be extinguished by a wave of greed and self-righteous assumptions. That light, in which she held so dearly once, was never to be seen again as the chastity of those words were reaped from the woman's lips. For now, from this day forward - She could no longer consider herself human.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
[!] A gloved hand would reach behind the woman's head, fingers grazing the straps of the ballistic face mask that dawned her expression. A second of movement before the clip was undone, her hand gliding to place the mask to the side of the table, a resonating sound of metal colliding against wood filled the room as the woman before you was revealed to the dim light. [!]
Her skin was graced with light, or more so, the light was graced with her skin. The first thing that would come to mind is how utterly exhausted this woman looked. How done she was with dealing with people, it was quite evident that even this interaction now was taking a toll on her. Dolorato's mind was reaped of anything vaguely reasonable about half a year ago. When the world caved in on her, betrayed her - when death knocked on her door and begged her to follow. She denied that - she denied death and it was painted against her form and every aching action she took. This woman was broken. She was a cog. No, she was done being a cog.
The blackout clothing that adorned her figure was that to be relished in. If you were a sewer rat, that is. The cloth was torn, ripped and stitched back up in several places, and quite frankly - it smelled like shit. This girl was not /proper/; she lived half her life being proper and conforming to standards she herself had not set. She was done being an heir, she was done being a cog forced to work, she was done pretending she was the definition of a human that others had made.
Her eyes were a lightened green, although - they were stained with terror. A dull green, now. Fatigue seemed to radiate off the woman. Her skin was worn and kissed with imperfections and beauty marks. Under the surface, several scars of her past work decorated her abdomen and back. Every singular expression that was made, every motion, every movement of the woman's body down to the very molecular level signaled that she was going to break, and shatter, and burst into tears. Yet, her body was drained of this luxury. No tears could be shed; her face was already bruised with drought.
If you took a closer look, a noticeable shake in the hands could be observed - don't be fooled, though - this was not out of nerves or anxiety. It was the inability to feel anything else. That shaking was pain, and suffering, and remorse, and unsanctified regret. A burden was carried on this woman, not hers - never hers. But that burden was visible from miles. It clung to her skin and molded her form.
Her skin was graced with light, or more so, the light was tainted with her skin.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
She was as a bird in the plains, she drifted along - and inhaled the pure air. It was innocent, it was love, love for her life. And then it reached the far ends of those plains. Where the waterholes were beginning to end, and all that resided was dirtied mud. And the darkness of the dusk reached over the lands like a claw, and it clamped down onto the bird and ripped it from the sky.
Dolorato was no stranger to freedom. Nor was she a stranger to being trapped. A push over the edge would lead her to despair, hell - a push in either direction would lead to two drastically different worlds. A world of peace, a world she denied due to her own selfish goals. Freedom was always an option; she just wanted a /different/ freedom than what was described.
She would carry herself with a heavy guilt, eyes never gazing into the direct contact of another. She was always moving; she couldn't stay still. No words were to describe the actions of this woman. She had a life, she had a purpose - and then she crushed under her heel.
Excuses turned to excuses and those excuses burned lies. Her personality was that of a plague, infecting the dull-minded and capturing them in her maw. Nothing wasn't her fault. And she knew that - she just.. blamed that truth on others.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
[!] The room fell silent. Every droplet of water falling and then colliding with the ground coalesced into the sewage water below, tainting the purity of life. The faint buzzing of a yellowed fluorescent light in which had gone through years of wear was audible - Maybe not to most, but - that key was driven into this woman's brain, forced to grow and thrive in the trove of misinformed knowledge that was the Dolorato heir's mind. That deafening silence was broken by a few tattered words that were shrouded in mist behind the metal ballistic mask covering the ex-officer's face. [!]
"My name is Vasali Dolorato."
[!] Utter disdain plagued the woman's expression, not that it was visible before the metal facade. But there were still cracks, and those emotions slipped through like a broken floodgate. She hated her name, that much was evident. For too long had she clung to the Dolorato name, wishing to change it - and she would, just not in the way that was forced upon her. [!]
Criminal Alias:
[!] A passing moment was given. The rushing water of the sewers could be heard just outside of the small room the two were placed in. [!]
"I would prefer to be called 'VENTRICLE' while I operate my business."
Age & Occupation: (Note: if you become a black market dealer, you will be permitted the Adult role)
"I am 31, I am currently... Unemployed."
Gender & Marital Status:
"I was assigned female at birth, and that is what I identify as. I am single."
Ethnicity & Race:
"I was born in Italy."
Known Languages:
Japanese, English, Italian, Russian.
Former Associations/Occupations:
"I was previously, and quite briefly, employed at the Karakura Police Department... I have no other criminal affiliations."
Highest Level of Education:
"I have my master's in law."
Physical/Mental Ailments: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder)
Schizoaffective Disorder
Arrhythmia, specifically Bradycardia
Known Family Members: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
"All of my family is deceased."
[!] The woman gritted her teeth, thinking on about that. A heavy sigh would fall from her lips, leaving a trail of utter despair and hopelessness. And at the end of it all, like a plunge pool, the liquid of her words would dissipate into soft expressions. [!]
"Besides my son, Carlo Dolorato. . ."
[!] Everything she had said so far was... reversable. She could walk away from this - well, she very well may die if she did, but - she would die a human. Dolorato would die, knowing everything was going to be okay. That, some people may /struggle/... but it would be alright. But, now..? As the silence utters an unforgivable vow. As she had just walked in, and put not only herself, at risk - but her child. [!]
That light would never return to Vasali Dolorato again. That light would be extinguished by a wave of greed and self-righteous assumptions. That light, in which she held so dearly once, was never to be seen again as the chastity of those words were reaped from the woman's lips. For now, from this day forward - She could no longer consider herself human.
Describe your character's appearance to the greatest detail:
[!] A gloved hand would reach behind the woman's head, fingers grazing the straps of the ballistic face mask that dawned her expression. A second of movement before the clip was undone, her hand gliding to place the mask to the side of the table, a resonating sound of metal colliding against wood filled the room as the woman before you was revealed to the dim light. [!]
Her skin was graced with light, or more so, the light was graced with her skin. The first thing that would come to mind is how utterly exhausted this woman looked. How done she was with dealing with people, it was quite evident that even this interaction now was taking a toll on her. Dolorato's mind was reaped of anything vaguely reasonable about half a year ago. When the world caved in on her, betrayed her - when death knocked on her door and begged her to follow. She denied that - she denied death and it was painted against her form and every aching action she took. This woman was broken. She was a cog. No, she was done being a cog.
The blackout clothing that adorned her figure was that to be relished in. If you were a sewer rat, that is. The cloth was torn, ripped and stitched back up in several places, and quite frankly - it smelled like shit. This girl was not /proper/; she lived half her life being proper and conforming to standards she herself had not set. She was done being an heir, she was done being a cog forced to work, she was done pretending she was the definition of a human that others had made.
Her eyes were a lightened green, although - they were stained with terror. A dull green, now. Fatigue seemed to radiate off the woman. Her skin was worn and kissed with imperfections and beauty marks. Under the surface, several scars of her past work decorated her abdomen and back. Every singular expression that was made, every motion, every movement of the woman's body down to the very molecular level signaled that she was going to break, and shatter, and burst into tears. Yet, her body was drained of this luxury. No tears could be shed; her face was already bruised with drought.
If you took a closer look, a noticeable shake in the hands could be observed - don't be fooled, though - this was not out of nerves or anxiety. It was the inability to feel anything else. That shaking was pain, and suffering, and remorse, and unsanctified regret. A burden was carried on this woman, not hers - never hers. But that burden was visible from miles. It clung to her skin and molded her form.
Her skin was graced with light, or more so, the light was tainted with her skin.
Describe your character's personality to the greatest detail:
She was as a bird in the plains, she drifted along - and inhaled the pure air. It was innocent, it was love, love for her life. And then it reached the far ends of those plains. Where the waterholes were beginning to end, and all that resided was dirtied mud. And the darkness of the dusk reached over the lands like a claw, and it clamped down onto the bird and ripped it from the sky.
Dolorato was no stranger to freedom. Nor was she a stranger to being trapped. A push over the edge would lead her to despair, hell - a push in either direction would lead to two drastically different worlds. A world of peace, a world she denied due to her own selfish goals. Freedom was always an option; she just wanted a /different/ freedom than what was described.
She would carry herself with a heavy guilt, eyes never gazing into the direct contact of another. She was always moving; she couldn't stay still. No words were to describe the actions of this woman. She had a life, she had a purpose - and then she crushed under her heel.
Excuses turned to excuses and those excuses burned lies. Her personality was that of a plague, infecting the dull-minded and capturing them in her maw. Nothing wasn't her fault. And she knew that - she just.. blamed that truth on others.
Describe your character's backstory to the greatest detail: (200+ words minimum)
[Early Life]
February 16th, 1995.
Vasali Vamlokin Dolorato. An odd name, an even stranger face to accompany it. The girl was an oddity the day she was born. Every second that led up to Vasali's birth was filled with misery. Her parents were constantly fighting. No day went by when alcohol didn't run in the blood of her father. Nor was there a day that went by that blood wasn't openly spilled in the streets of her hometown. Vasali was not a child, she was an attempt at salvation. To save a broken marriage, and how well did that go? Well - for the first couple years of her life, it did work. He father stopped drinking, arguments broke out less frequently. Life was.. better - in a way. Although, she wouldn't know that all too much.
The girl was only 5 years old when she was shipped away to live with her grandparents and her sister. Her mother being killing in an accident, and her father poisoning himself with that vile liquid every second he could reach for the bottle, living with others was the only option she and her sister had. Life stayed the same for several years after this.. the same monotonous tasks. The same stories read to her at bedtime. The same everything. This was a constant in her life until she turned 13.
Crime. Crime boiled in her blood. Nothing serious, simple offenses. Truancy was a large problem in her earlier life - The girl battled with depression and several other health issues, often keeping her bedridden for several weeks at a time.
During this time, Vasali and her older sister, Carlona, grew closer. Every second of pain was shared with the girls. Carlona was the last and only major support for Vas.
[Teen Years]
15. When she was 15 Vasali was sent to an all-girls boarding school. Her grandparents thought it was the only solution to her truancy, and other delinquent behaviors at that - and in part, it did help. If anything, it kept her from getting any criminal charges on her record, which the girl would later be very thankful for.
Besides that, boarding school was hell. At least, that's what Vas thought. Schedule, structure... everything she despised in her earlier years. But it wasn't all bad - The young girl met several friends there. Italy was no stranger to several odd people, so she fit in quite well.
Everything was new in this place... She experienced a lot of firsts here too. First time drinking, first time sneaking out at night and staying up all night with friends... Friends - that was what really mattered here. The girl had a sense of belonging for the first time in... well - in her entire life. Being a Dolorato doesn't exactly put you at number one spot for being welcomed in this world. That was something she absolutely hated about herself. The name that haunted her... The name that one day, she would fit to herself and wear proudly.
[The Sound That Follows]
Tragedy. Pain. Grief.
Why did this keep happening to her?
It was 4:37 A.M. when she received the call. It was 4:44 when she left the house. It was 4:42 when her sister died. The following was... devastation. There was no room for agony. There was nothing. Her soul was an empty vessel as misery sunk into her skin and resided within her shallow and broken skeleton. Was this what she got for being attached? For loving someone so much that it hurt to be reminded of the laughter that was shared?
It was road rage. Nothing more, nothing less. Her sister was killed because of an inconsiderate disgrace of a human being, if you could even call what that monster is a human being. The girl was angry, grief stricken. Emotions were at an all-time high, and she wanted to do something stupid. And she would have - if not for her friends. No, her family. Not given through blood but through tears and pain and regret. Her chosen family were the ones who convinced her otherwise. To go about things the right way. So, she did.
It didn't take much to convince the courts. Hell, even without pressure from Vasali that monster would have been locked up for years. But it felt good. Getting justice, the way it should be delivered.
[The Year of Silence]
Some time had passed, the girl had mostly left her troubled life behind. She was 30 now. Time flies, doesn't it? She had an office job while still maintaining her studies. Life was.. pitiful, to say the least. Nothing interested her besides school. The girl had been through a lot of health issues as of recently, and in passing had lost a lot of time for school. She had to polish up on her skills, her work... Everything felt so - empty. She had been out of Karakura for a while now, leaving back to Italy. Life was so vast yet hers was so barren. Amidst this desert she had been starved of any food or water for what felt like years now. Until one day. Graduation day. Everything stopped. Life was.. good? For the first time in years her life wasn't completely gloomy. She needed to do something with this. This momentum could not die, not on her watch.
Karakura. She hadn't been there in almost 2 years now, that beautiful hell. She wanted it, yearned for it. Something called for her deep within the core of that shattered city. This place was broken. . .
And she was going to fix it.
[Your justice, Ma'am?]
Present Day
Was she a lost cause? No, no she didn't think she was. But, those were the words that left Yokota Tskumo's lips. Those were the words that plagued her mind for half a year. Those, those were the words that rotted and festered in her skin like a damned disease. How could she not be a lost cause? How could the world deliver her dreams on a golden fucking platter and she did what? She denied it. She threw it out like it was trash.
Why. Why? WHY?
Her life was thrown away because she didn't want to live at the peak of another person's perfection. These dreams were not hers; she was forced into them. She was forced to be a human. She was FORCED into the designs of another man that had organized her very being into a monster. That's what she really was, she wasn't human, and she was tired of pretending she was. She was a heartbeat, surrounded by flesh, and blood, and tears. That is what Vasali Dolorato was, and that, is what she was meant to be. Not a delinquent, not a police officer, but something more than that, more than a human was.
So, she quit, she left her job. She left her life. She left everything behind, as the world stared in question. And she became what she had sworn to defy.
February 16th, 1995.
Vasali Vamlokin Dolorato. An odd name, an even stranger face to accompany it. The girl was an oddity the day she was born. Every second that led up to Vasali's birth was filled with misery. Her parents were constantly fighting. No day went by when alcohol didn't run in the blood of her father. Nor was there a day that went by that blood wasn't openly spilled in the streets of her hometown. Vasali was not a child, she was an attempt at salvation. To save a broken marriage, and how well did that go? Well - for the first couple years of her life, it did work. He father stopped drinking, arguments broke out less frequently. Life was.. better - in a way. Although, she wouldn't know that all too much.
The girl was only 5 years old when she was shipped away to live with her grandparents and her sister. Her mother being killing in an accident, and her father poisoning himself with that vile liquid every second he could reach for the bottle, living with others was the only option she and her sister had. Life stayed the same for several years after this.. the same monotonous tasks. The same stories read to her at bedtime. The same everything. This was a constant in her life until she turned 13.
Crime. Crime boiled in her blood. Nothing serious, simple offenses. Truancy was a large problem in her earlier life - The girl battled with depression and several other health issues, often keeping her bedridden for several weeks at a time.
During this time, Vasali and her older sister, Carlona, grew closer. Every second of pain was shared with the girls. Carlona was the last and only major support for Vas.
[Teen Years]
15. When she was 15 Vasali was sent to an all-girls boarding school. Her grandparents thought it was the only solution to her truancy, and other delinquent behaviors at that - and in part, it did help. If anything, it kept her from getting any criminal charges on her record, which the girl would later be very thankful for.
Besides that, boarding school was hell. At least, that's what Vas thought. Schedule, structure... everything she despised in her earlier years. But it wasn't all bad - The young girl met several friends there. Italy was no stranger to several odd people, so she fit in quite well.
Everything was new in this place... She experienced a lot of firsts here too. First time drinking, first time sneaking out at night and staying up all night with friends... Friends - that was what really mattered here. The girl had a sense of belonging for the first time in... well - in her entire life. Being a Dolorato doesn't exactly put you at number one spot for being welcomed in this world. That was something she absolutely hated about herself. The name that haunted her... The name that one day, she would fit to herself and wear proudly.
[The Sound That Follows]
Tragedy. Pain. Grief.
Why did this keep happening to her?
It was 4:37 A.M. when she received the call. It was 4:44 when she left the house. It was 4:42 when her sister died. The following was... devastation. There was no room for agony. There was nothing. Her soul was an empty vessel as misery sunk into her skin and resided within her shallow and broken skeleton. Was this what she got for being attached? For loving someone so much that it hurt to be reminded of the laughter that was shared?
It was road rage. Nothing more, nothing less. Her sister was killed because of an inconsiderate disgrace of a human being, if you could even call what that monster is a human being. The girl was angry, grief stricken. Emotions were at an all-time high, and she wanted to do something stupid. And she would have - if not for her friends. No, her family. Not given through blood but through tears and pain and regret. Her chosen family were the ones who convinced her otherwise. To go about things the right way. So, she did.
It didn't take much to convince the courts. Hell, even without pressure from Vasali that monster would have been locked up for years. But it felt good. Getting justice, the way it should be delivered.
[The Year of Silence]
Some time had passed, the girl had mostly left her troubled life behind. She was 30 now. Time flies, doesn't it? She had an office job while still maintaining her studies. Life was.. pitiful, to say the least. Nothing interested her besides school. The girl had been through a lot of health issues as of recently, and in passing had lost a lot of time for school. She had to polish up on her skills, her work... Everything felt so - empty. She had been out of Karakura for a while now, leaving back to Italy. Life was so vast yet hers was so barren. Amidst this desert she had been starved of any food or water for what felt like years now. Until one day. Graduation day. Everything stopped. Life was.. good? For the first time in years her life wasn't completely gloomy. She needed to do something with this. This momentum could not die, not on her watch.
Karakura. She hadn't been there in almost 2 years now, that beautiful hell. She wanted it, yearned for it. Something called for her deep within the core of that shattered city. This place was broken. . .
And she was going to fix it.
[Your justice, Ma'am?]
Present Day
Was she a lost cause? No, no she didn't think she was. But, those were the words that left Yokota Tskumo's lips. Those were the words that plagued her mind for half a year. Those, those were the words that rotted and festered in her skin like a damned disease. How could she not be a lost cause? How could the world deliver her dreams on a golden fucking platter and she did what? She denied it. She threw it out like it was trash.
Why. Why? WHY?
Her life was thrown away because she didn't want to live at the peak of another person's perfection. These dreams were not hers; she was forced into them. She was forced to be a human. She was FORCED into the designs of another man that had organized her very being into a monster. That's what she really was, she wasn't human, and she was tired of pretending she was. She was a heartbeat, surrounded by flesh, and blood, and tears. That is what Vasali Dolorato was, and that, is what she was meant to be. Not a delinquent, not a police officer, but something more than that, more than a human was.
So, she quit, she left her job. She left her life. She left everything behind, as the world stared in question. And she became what she had sworn to defy.
Describe an interaction that your character may have as a black market dealer: (This can be anything — a weapon deal, an event they may be involved in, or maybe an interaction with a gang)
[!] The world fell under a spell, an intoxicating, burning, and horrible spell. The light drizzle of a prior torrent was still fresh in the air, cleaning up the stragglers of an unsung sorrow. The scent of rain mixed with that of the Pacific, it molded into this horrible, distinct smell of grief. Or mourning. As if the very Earth had opened up and listened to the heartbeat of man and understood that something wasn't right. And understood that the rough steps of boot to wood across this gilded pier was a call of death incarnate. [!]
-------------------------------------------------------
Two figures made break for the horizon. Situated against a steel spire, emerging at the top and peaking into a spherical light, rested a shallow stature. A visage worn from the horrors of life, a visage shaped by those horrors. It's retina's burning into the core of the man stood across from her. Words would float, and the world stopped to listen.
-------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------
Two figures made break for the horizon. Situated against a steel spire, emerging at the top and peaking into a spherical light, rested a shallow stature. A visage worn from the horrors of life, a visage shaped by those horrors. It's retina's burning into the core of the man stood across from her. Words would float, and the world stopped to listen.
-------------------------------------------------------
Vasali Dolorato - "Come closer, dear child."
-------------------------------------------------------
The man, not daring to object - moved forth.
-------------------------------------------------------
The man, not daring to object - moved forth.
-------------------------------------------------------
"What do you want, Vasali?" - Unknown
A scoff from the woman, her foot kicking off the light pole. She tilted her head, almost amused.
Words were to make way into a fist - reaching for Dolorato, yet stopped by the glass wall of the woman. The man bit at the inside of his cheek.
"You're too far gone, I - I can't even see you... anymore. You're just -" - Unknown
------------------------------------------------------
A cold voice ended the male's sentence sharply.
-------------------------------------------------------
A pause was taken between the two individuals. The air becoming thick with tension. Blood almost tangible in each of the being's veins as it pulsated and raced and festered in chaos.
Vasali Dolorato - "You know what you did. You know what /I/ do."
"Vasali - you know I can't let you keep doing this-" - Unknown
-------------------------------------------------------
A step as the woman moved closer, grabbing the other by the collar.
-------------------------------------------------------
"I'm not... feeding into your crazed delusions... You're insane, Vasali. You're insane." - Unknown
VENTRICLE - "You aren't any better."
"Let go of me." - Unknown
VENTRICLE - "I don't take orders from corpses, Fiore."-------------------------------------------------------
The woman's right hand was obscured for a moment, only a flash of metal was visible before a crow joined its relatives. A deep, broken inhale was taken. And then an exhale as a starved breath begged for mercy. But mercy was not given, not today, not tomorrow. Never.
A mask was placed over the killer's face.
And she left.
The man was left to bleed.
The birds sung their songs.
As if nothing had ever happened.
And the Earth sounded.
Her rhythm again.
-------------------------------------------------------
Describe any other additional information that is notable in considering your character for the role of a black market dealer: (If inapplicable, put N/A)
N/A
Notes:
Thank you for taking this time to review my application, I hope you had a good time reading it!!!!
(Also, I recognize that if this application is accepted I will have to leave KPD and I agree to that.)
Last edited: