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horrorabbit

Level 13
horrorabbit
horrorabbit
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DESCRIBE YOUR ACTIVITY ON THE SERVER:

I'm on the server quite often, especially with it being the middle of summerbreak. However, with my upcoming Junior year I will have semi-limited avaliblity, though I should still be able to get on daily. At the bare minimum I'm usually on for at least three hours a day. Below are my time tables!

SUMMER-BREAK
WEEKDAYS
WEEKENDS
11AM-1AM MST
12AM-11PM MST

SCHOOL
MON-THURS
FRI-SUN
5PM-11PM
11AM-1AM

My activity on the server itself is pretty extensive with everything going on right now ICLY. Most of my time spent on the server is spent with friends and gang members. This may included lore-based events with me and my friends for our characters or gang trainings and gang events.



SPECIFY YOUR DISCORD USERNAME AND IF YOU HAVE A MICROPHONE:

@caysterr
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I do have access to a microphone! However, my PC is currently in an open space in my home, so there are certain times of the day where I'd prefer not to VC. The area I use my computer in gets a lot of foot-traffic and my family likes to talk to my frequently, so I'm mostly active during night. I intend on changing this soon as I save up for my own PC and microphone because right now I'm currently "borrowing" my brothers...


SPECIFY YOUR COUNTRY OF ORIGIN AND TIMEZONE:

Southwestern USA | MST/UTC-7:00


WHAT ARE YOUR MOTIVATIONS FOR APPLYING FOR THE BLACK MARKET ROLE?:

I've been involved in the crime faction and in gangs for a long while now! One of the largest reasons for me applying are the new experiences I'll get RP wise and people wise. Even if I'm not entirely new to the scene, the black market would be a good chance to put my character into something, allowing me chances to develop him further. The people I've talked to within or involved in the BM have all been super sweet and lovely, it would be a community I'd be grateful to be allowed to join in on!

Next to that, another large reason for my application is the potential to make change. My particular motive mainly has to do with the proper use of perms and focusing on character development instead of perms and quota, as well as hopefully creating new events and situations for the rest of the crime faction. Whether this may is able to be done or if it'd be done through events or otherwise is unclear. Perhaps something to allow criminal characters to bond? I'd just like to see a lot more turf wars and such. I do really enjoy being a part of processes and having the ability to aid in going towards something bigger and better. I'd love to be able to chip in and add my own piece to something to allow everyone else to enjoy crime RP and gang RP even a little bit more.



WHAT HELPS YOU STAND OUT FROM OTHER APPLICANTS & WHAT CAN YOU UNIQUELY PROVIDE TO THE TEAM?:

What helps me stand out from the other applicants is my enjoyment for character-oriented growth and lore! I prefer detailed role plays that hint at or directly express the characters senses, their surroundings, and what they feel. I want character growth, change. No matter how unique your character is, what I prioritize is humanity and the inner world of that character. How they feel, how they react, why they react that way, etc. Even if the character is some average dude, it doesn't change the fact that they have feelings and thoughts along with their unique way of feeling and thinking pattern.

Adding onto that, I enjoy creative immersive scenarios and events for everyone to enjoy! I like to bring people together and get things started. I always try to add something or do something so the RP doesn't go stale. I always try my best to get everyone involved and make sure everyone is having a good time and enjoying whatever were doing in that moment.

As for what I can uniquely bring to the team; I've always done good with anaIyzing situations and the problem at hand. I've been in plenty scenarios where people will bicker or go off topic or completely derail the issue at hand. What I offer is direct and creative problem solving, as well as brainstorming! I've always done well with coming up with events, fun activities, and solving any issues that may come up.

I am able to provide my own experience in the scene as I've been in plenty of gangs and involved in quite a few events in my time. I used to be the head of business in Altieri, and as of now I'm in the business division of Black Dragons. I've always used my hand in the business aspect of crime RP and gang RP! However, trying to find something other than alcohol that is profitable and still adheres to SRP rules with businesses has been my main goal. What I hope to do is provide any help that may be needed, chip in, and provide my own creative ideas for the faction.




WHAT PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE DO YOU HAVE WORKING WITH A TEAM?:

I've been involved in my fair share of team settings. Whether that be my current involvement in the teacher faction, my previous or current gangs, and mini friend lore events! I'll start with the least important which is planning events for me and my friends. Most of this is just deciding what is going to happen between our characters, how, why, and what the outcome will be! After that is my planning for a Yeobo event, that unfortunately has yet to be completed. I've collected people and have the skins, all that is left is the script, but that was left on the back burner for me to focus on other things. This included all mutually agreeing upon a stage setting, a song, who will be what character, what will happen, the choreography, etc!

As for the larger things, I've just recently participated in FC (big flex guys!!!). Though I wasn't directly apart of the awesome team or organized the whole event, I did have my own part to play! This consisted of agreeing on certain things happening during the event and providing necessary information. It was really a lot of fun to be apart of and I hope to maybe be able to help some more with this some day.

Previously, I was in Altieri, however I left due to my own personal reasons. Continuing on, when I was the head of my business my role was mostly organizing potential events, ideas for business, and especially focusing on the racing scene for our gang. A lot of this I made sure to approve with any higher ups before going along with it as well as receiving input and recommendations for whatever I was trying to do. I found that input from other sources is best to perfect and idea your trying to prosecute, they really helped a lot!

As for my current involvements; BD, and the teacher faction! When I joined faculty it was a lot, but everyone was really lovely. Especially my higher up eclipic and the people who joined the same time as me. As a new person to the faction they were a great deal of help especially with helping me adjust, get use to commands, making assignments, and monitoring classes, etc! The most amazing party of faculty is the part that practically everyone is willing to help, I think that community is really lovely and has been great so far. Guidance is a really important thing, especially for people who are new to something, and being an open person or just being in an open community will really help someone adjust.

Finally, my most recent. I've been in Black Dragons for maybe a little over a week or so as of now. I've just got placed in the Business Division and I had offered up my house as a method of profit via parties and the bar! We're currently working on different methods of profit and figuring out a good time for all of us to be there as well as make sure things are interesting. It took a long time to get the house set up, I needed constant feedback and communication to be able to get a proper set up that would work for what we were trying to do. It took a bit, but due to everyone's input, advice, and help it was smooth sailing.


WHAT SUGGESTIONS DO YOU HAVE TO BETTER HELP THE CRIME FACTION?:

| EVENT FREQUENCY, INCLUSIVITY/EXCLUSIVITY, AND IDEAS |

The last large(ish) event we had planned was unfortunately cancelled when F1F4 left. However, that would only be for certain gangs and higher ups of said gangs. What I'd like to see is more faction-wide events, not restricted to those higher up on the roster- yet not available to those who so please. When I think of these sort of events, I think of the scene from the Minions movie, where they go to a villain convention in Orlando... Perhaps it could be some sort of Casino thing, something to mingle and get around. Like a masquerade of sorts.

So, here are some event ideas;

[MONTHLY UNDERWORLD MARKET]
A market held once month where all ranks can participate. Vendors sell rare items, weapons, and information. Exclusive items require higher ranks, but everyone can interact and trade.

[SEASONAL MASQUERADE BALL]
A quarterly event where members can mingle in disguise. It allows for secretive alliances and plots to be formed without revealing identities.

[ANNUAL CRIME CONVENTION]
Inspired by the villain convention, a large event open to all members but with special panels and activities for higher-ups. Includes workshops on different criminal skills, networking opportunities, and competitions.

[CASINO NIGHT]
A bi-monthly casino-themed event where members can gamble, engage in high-stakes poker games, and form alliances.


| ENCOURAGING LORE-BASED/RPBASED GANGRP & COMBAT/LESS TOLERANCE FOR PERM-GRINDING |


It's frustrating how everything revolves around perms and quotas. I've seen people get perms and immediately mask up to engage in meaningless actions like "/me stabs in the liver." It drives me crazy. This might be why GangRP is considered dead.

I want more than that. I envision a fully fleshed-out gang rivalry, perhaps a showdown in the middle of the street with carefully thought-out and meaningful actions, motives, character development, and planned outcomes. How do the characters grow from this experience? How does it affect them, their gang, and their community? Perhaps the gangsters from the losing gang merges with the winning one, growing their roster?

I believe there should be a stronger push towards meaningful role play like this and less tolerance for the perm-hungry behavior that diminishes the depth of storytelling and character development;

[STORY DRIVEN RIVALRIES]
Encourage gangs to develop backstories and motivations for their rivalries. We could have the lore create or approve these stories that can be referenced and expanded upon in roleplay.

[CHARACTER ARCS]
Introduce events that focus on character development, such as personal vendettas, redemption arcs, and moral dilemmas. Provide prompts and rewards for well-crafted character stories.

[PLANNED CONFLICTS]
Organize pre-planned conflicts with agreed-upon outcomes that contribute to the overall narrative. Ensure that these conflicts have meaningful stakes and consequences for the characters and gangs involved.

| GANG RIVALRY & SHOW DOWNS! |

I can't remember the last time we had a turf war, and honestly all the Gang Rivalry included perm-baiting and acting on those perms rival members. This goes along with the previous suggestion, but I'd really like to see some more big- full on rivalry's! Though its not something we can necessarily make the gangs do that... we can encourage it or try to set up? Perhaps even get the BMD itself involved in some manner or form just to encourage the event!

[TURF WARS]
Set up periodic turf wars with clear objectives, such as capturing territory or resources. Use a point system to determine the victor and have lasting consequences for the winning and losing gangs.

[HEISTS AND RAIDS]
Organize large-scale heists or raids that require cooperation and strategic planning. These events can lead to gang showdowns if rival gangs target the same score.

[BMD INVOLVEMENT]
Have the Black Market play a central role in rivalry events, such as providing exclusive intel or rare items to the winning gang, or setting up dangerous missions that force rival gangs to confront each other.


ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH ALL RULES ABOUT WEAPON PROFILES, COMBAT, PERMISSIONS, AND PLAYER CONDUCT ON THE SERVER?:

I am more than aware and familiar with all the rules on the server, including the ones that include weapon profiles, combat, permissions, and player conduct.


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?:

I acknowledge the fact that if I were to leave the black market the lead would have KPS on my character.


ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THAT IF YOUR CHARACTER(S) IS/ARE KILLED OR PERMANENTLY ARRESTED TWICE, YOU WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE BLACK MARKET?:

I am familiar with the rule that if my character were to get killed or arrested twice I'd be removed.


ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THAT YOU CANNOT REVEAL ANY OUT-OF-CHARACTER PLANS OR POTENTIAL ADDITIONS TO THE BLACK MARKET TO OTHERS?:

I acknowledge this and agree with the fact that OOC plans and additions that have to do with the BMD should stay within its circle and group.



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A head whisked past the door way, a blob of maroon following after it. BAM! There was a sound from right nearby your door, following by the heavy clacking of boots on the worn, waterlogged floorboards. The figure came back in sight, stopping right outside of your office, facing you head first. "Come in," you beckoned from the leather chair you leaned against, a command that was quickly obeyed as the man stepped past the door frame. Now in your territory, the man approached the chair right in front of you. He pulled the chair out, the legs scratching against ragged floors. He final took a seat, peering straight at you- giving you full view of his face, Ciaran Crombie.

FULL LEGAL NAME:

Ciaran's face scrunched up, brows furrowed in what mimicked confusion, "My full name?" he restated, crossing his arms along his chest. He wore a wife-beater, leaving the tattoos the covered his entire body apparent for the individual across from him.

"I don't think ya' will ever use it," he murmured to himself, leaning against the cold wood of his chair. Ciaran quickly moved on, not giving you the chance to refute, "Ciaran Crombie, thats my name."

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Ciaran (Scottish Gaelic spelling) is a traditionally male given name of Irish origin. It means "little dark one", given by his mother during the long October nights she spent in labor with him and his younger twin sister. What his mother was met almost instantly was the dark of his ebony eyes, directly reflecting her ragged expression.


CRIMINAL ALIAS:

Ciaran tapped the toe of his boot against the floor, leaving an echo to sit in between the eerie silence inbetween the two, "Ya' know it took me some time to figure this out. I thought it was stupid, if you needed me you wouldn't need a name."

Ciaran scoffed, eyes travelling over to a nearby bookshelf covered in dust and cobwebs, "But, they just wouldn't shut up about it... And guess what? I was right. When was the last time someone called me Sgiath?" he stated as he panned back to the individual, a grimace plastering his features. Was that supposed to be a poor attempt at a joke? Or was he just c0cky? Perhaps a bit of both.

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sgiath f (genitive singular sgèithe, plural sgiathan) wing. shield. (rare) protection, shelter.
Taken from his Scottish-Gaelic origins, thinking of his family, Ciaran named himself after what he had been his entire life. A shelter.


AGE & OCCUPATION:

Ciaran's eye twitched. His bottom lip curled, leaving itself victim for his teeth to gnaw on. He let out a sigh before beginning, "I'm twenty.. years old. I don't have a job... Well, I did some security work at a shop for a bit, but I never really showed up. I ain't no deadbeat, though," Ciaran rambled on, eyes travelling to the desk as he spoke.

He removed his arms from his chest, settling them on his knees instead, "I hustle. A job ain't the only way to make money, you know?" he refuted, as if he had some reason to defend himself.


GENDER & MARTIAL STATUS:

Ciaran lashed his head back up to, perhaps a bit too aggressively, "Male," he answered with a scowl.

"You'd see me six feet under before I married a bitch, count on that," he announced with a scowl, a hand slamming on the desk as he spoke- only for him to fall back into his seat immediately after.

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Ha-Joon Tae | Ex-Boyfriend | Alive [memerchan]
"There's nothing for me to say to you. What I did might've been wrong, but I did what felt right in that moment, I have no regrets."

San Thorne | Ex-Fiance | Alive [lovecvts]
"I hate you. You've changed, but we all have. Or maybe you were this dramatic from the start? Maybe I fucked you up, but you fucked me over too. It goes both ways."


ETHNICITY & RACE:

"Oh, so now we're getting to the hard questions, aye?" Ciaran cackled, throwing his head up to the air as his laughs reverberated off the rigid cobble walls. His laughter stifled after a long moment, eventually dying out with a breathy chuckle.

"My ma's a white chick from Scotland, I haven't met my father- all I know is that he was some Mexican dude," Ciaran informed the individual as he crossed his ankles across eachother, "I think thats hispanic on both ends, huh?" he summed up.


KNOWN LANGUAGES:

Licked his lips, eyes floating around the empty space as he thought to himself, "Gaelic. Well, I used to be better at it... but it sort of washed out of my brain after a while 'ere..." he said with a huff, rolling his shoulders in a meek shrug.

"I know JSL and German due to some friends, but Ion use 'em," Ciaran stated, eyes panning back to you.

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German, Chinese, & JSL as of current. I intend on reapplying for Gaelic in exchange for Chinese.

FORMER ASSOCIATIONS/OCCUPATIONS:

"Associations, occupations. God damn, okay," Ciaran reached up to rub the bridge of his nose, only narrowly avoiding the piercings that littered it. " I used to work security at Umisachi, if that counts for anythin'.." He went on, looking around as if he was struggling to remember, "... Black Dragons, I've made quite a few friends in there..." he stated. He pursed his lips going silent, you guessed that was the end of that.


HIGHEST LEVEL OF EDUCATION:

"Man, I graduated with my bachelors," he announced with a tone of compete disbelief, "I thought I'd drop out but god damn, it's my big surprise that I made it through that shit show... Does a bachelor's degree in business get me brownie points, ya think?" he quipped, a hearty chuckle settling in his chest.

PHYSICAL/MENTAL AILMENTS:

Rolled his shoulders back, pressing himself against the back of the chair again, "I got a lotta scars, that's why I got a lotta tattoos. 's not anything that disables me from workin'... I was jus' young and stupid, ya' know? I've never been formerly diagnosed with anythin'," he replied, his voice grew soft. He seemed... antsy?

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Ciaran has multiple carvings and scars from his adventures, including one inflicted by an ex-partner. There's been IC speculation about Ciaran having ASPD, though it hasn't been officially diagnosed. However, Ciaran does align and does canonically have ASPD.


KNOWN FAMILY MEMBERS:

Ciaran traced his teeth with the metal bar in his tongue, "I have family, thats all you need to know," he grumbled, eyes turning downcast.

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Vanora Crombie | Paternal-Mother | DEAD [tsundokun]
"Ya' know, ma'? I'm not one bit surprised that ya' lungs killed you. I used to see you smoking a lot. It hurt cause I knew why you did it. Are you in a better place now? I'm making sure Davina is all right... I love you, Ma'. I can't apologize for what I did, but I'm sorry you had to find out about it."

??? | Paternal-Father | Unknown [N/A]
"You had no intention to be a father, and I have no intention of making you one."

Nile Lowe Ahmed-Haikara | Adoptive-Father | Alive [menmapsy_]
"I don't know how ma' knows ya', but I know we were left with you. You tried, I know you tried."

Genavieve Crombie | Twin-Sister | Alive [Faieri]
"Is it childish that I'm still mad? Or am I mad because you're childish? I can't wait till I see the day you grow the fuck up."

Davina Crombie | Younger-Sister | Alive [ashisasimp]
"I don't wanna see ya' with a man unless he has ten figures in the bank. And if he does he's lying, men are liars, don't trust 'em."



THIS SECTION IS A WIP MY HEAD HURTS...
DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER'S APPEARANCE TO THE GREATEST DETAIL:

Ciaran Crombie stood tall at 6'3" and weighed roughly 203 pounds. His hair was dyed a deep shade of maroon, a tradition he shared with his twin sister, styled in a messy mullet. Thick brows, marked by a silver piercing and a permanent slit on the right, framed his intense gaze. His face, body, and mouth were adorned with multiple piercings. His eyes were deep-set and narrowed at a predatory angle, a deep shade of ebony that almost obscured his pupils from a distance, blending closely with his iris. His defined jawline and sunken cheeks complemented his broad shoulders and muscular physique.

Tattoos adorned deep honey-colored skin. Only if you were to look close enough would you see deep atrophic scars. Namingly along his right thigh a name was carved, only vaguely able to be seen. A tattoo of a snake covered it up, completely obscuring the name. His hair was messily cut in a mullet, the area around his ears shaved and tapered. Strands of maroon hair flew around with his extremely layered hair, likely due to him cutting it himself.

Despite the obvious dye-killed hair, it was pretty long. Maroon fell to the middle of his back, encapsulating his body. With his carefree hair came the gruff of his face. It seemed Ciaran had a permanent 5'o clock shadow. Despite all of this, he seemed well maintained albeit his lazy fashion choices- he showered!


DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER'S PERSONALITY TO THE GREATEST DETAIL:

Ciaran is a man of constant contradictions, embodying the complexity of human nature. The term "Short-Fuse" captures his essence perfectly. He's undeniably hot-headed and impulsive, yet mature and self-aware enough to rein himself in when necessary. His arrogance often leads him to prioritize his own beliefs over others', fostering a toxic independence ingrained from a young age. Ciaran is not one to seek help or lean on others for support.

This fierce independence is a double-edged sword, leaving him prone to communication breakdowns and emotional turmoil. Ciaran's controlling, jealous, and sometimes manipulative tendencies add to his complexity. He prides himself on being reasonable, striving to be "right," while grappling with his darker impulses. These traits have led to significant problems in his life, including restraining orders and emotional wounds. He recognizes the harm he causes others and struggles with these feelings, but they remain beyond his control. Combined with his obsessive behavior, this becomes a recipe for disaster.

Despite these flaws, Ciaran is self-aware and charismatic. He effortlessly makes friends and brings people together. Carefree and nonchalant, he navigates life as a free spirit, unbound by anything—except, perhaps, a few significant connections. Despite popular belief, Ciaran is actually super smart! Canonically labelled as "Superior" in terms of IQ, with a smacking IQ of 126. With this comes his quick problem solving and his ability to grasp concepts much faster than the average person- despite his love of acting stupid..


DESCRIBE YOUR CHARACTER'S BACKSTORY TO THE GREATEST DETAIL:

Ciaran Crombie was born October 25th to his single mother, Vanora Crombie and her unnamed one-night-stand. Ciaran raised Aberdeen, Scotland with his younger twin sister, Genavieve. And after that, only two years later, his beloved younger sister Davina was born. At such a tender, young age, Ciaran was left with the responsibility of taking care of the house. That included cleaning, heating up baby bottles for his sister, and cooking for him and Genavieve due to her childishly claimed incapability. His mother was busy working hard to try to support her kids, working a 9-5 at a college nearly an hour away from their home.

Along with Davina came a new father figure, Gavin. He worked at a nearby construction site, where he and his mother met. He wasn't home very often either, secretly going out to cheat on his wife in bars in the center of the city. And the times he was at home weren't pleasant either to say the least. He didn't get violent or physical but the smell of beer never left his breath.

Despite all of this, Ciaran excelled in school. He was the top of his class not only in academics but of the social hierarchy as well. He had smooth communication skills and the ability to adjust and recognize trends and others reactions to certain gestures and social ques. Charisma wasn't something that came natural to him, it was something learned. He knew what worked and what didn't, and if he could be on top, why wouldn't he?

Years went by with the same routine, up until Ciaran was seventeen years old. His mother had gotten a well-paying job in Asia, particularly Karakura, Japan where she decided to bring the rest of the family. The adjustment was difficult. They were in such an unfamiliar place with a new language and culture. It took nearly an entire year just for Ciaran to learn Japanese, and even more for him to be able to speak it and go to school there without an issue. The entire thing fogged his brain, it was such a stressful process.

However, it was thanks to his twin-sister that he got adjusted. They often shared friends, intermingling freely as they please. However with this came a myriad of problems. They started smoking, drinking, hanging out with the wrong crowd. All while their mother was going through her own issues with her husband and work- and Davina's father who went along, happily lounging about without working. He still continued his habits of sleeping with random women.

Everything came to a sudden halt, almost as quick as everything change. One day, Ciaran was watching TV in the living room with his sisters- and then there were screams. All he could remember was running upstairs and throwing the door open that lead to the source of the yelling. What he found was Gavin and Vanora, Gavin violently screaming at his mother with his arms clasped around her throat.

He didn't exactly remember what it was about, only to find out later that Vanora heard about his side chicks. Ciaran rushed in and tackled Gavin to the ground, an impulsive act that was immediately refuted by a fist swung at his face. It went on like this for a long time, wrestling, punch, hitting, pulling, rolling- all while Vanora screamed and pleaded for them to stop.

And it did stop. But only when Ciaran spotted the utility knife sitting atop their bedstand. It was an easy reach, and flickering it open came easy. There was no hesitation as he plunged the knife into Gavin's throat, leaving him coughing and writhing on the floor. Yet Ciaran didn't stop there in his flurry of rage- his mind was blank. And next thing he knew he was on a stretcher, being sent to a psychiatrist ward for six months after haste court trials.


His entire time spent in the hospital were just as blurry. The sickening smell of of cleaning chemicals and the fluorescence lights were left burned into his memory along with the everlasting side effects of the drugs they put him on. He couldn't tell you what day it was when he was in there, everything was blurred together, a hot mess in his mind. A way to cope with the strange and often dangerous environment.

After this he went home. Nothing was the same, nothing could ever be the same. He felt so lost, so confused, yet he was still Ciaran. His mothers precious golden boy. Life continued on, like nothing ever happened. But it lingered with Ciaran, now lost in even more alcohol and cigarettes. It was at this point in life where he met his first boyfriend, Ha-Joon Tae outside of the 11/7.

He offered the boy a ride home out of boredom, expecting nothing in return. Yet he was left with nine digits, along with texts and phone calls. Admist his troubles and family, Ha-Joon was a breath of fresh air. He wasn't his sister's friend, he was his. Someone he could spend his time with, and became someone he quicky cherished.

Perhaps it was due to this that Ciaran found himself in love with the man, something he had never given a thought to. He had only been with women before this, yet it seemed so right. It was slow, steady, full of misunderstandings and hardships. But only a few months after meeting did they finally get together. Ciaran met his family far after Ha-Joon met his own.

And then Ciaran met his friends. Particularly San Thorne, rather known as San Chao at the time. There was lingering tension, there always had been since the moment they laid eyes on eachother. It was like electricity coursed through his spine. Yet, Ciaran remained silent.

Despite this, him and San grew close. Perhaps a bit too close, bringing himself to hangout with San any moment he got. Yet this sense of friendship was quickly interrupted one day, when San barged into his home in tears. Ciaran doesn't know what happened, but his lips were suddenly glued to the other man's and then- BANG BANG BANG.

There was a knock at the door. They quickly scattered away from eachother, Ciaran heading towards the door. And when he opened he was greet by the police, who ended up detaining his sister Genavieve and her best friend for kidnapping a raccoon...

This continued on, especially into evolving into something more. They were sickeningly close, it wasn't hard for Ha-Joon to notice. Yet, when he brought it up to Ciaran, he simply denied it. Not because he wanted to keep the both of them, but simply because he was afraid of hurting the man. Ciaran had no proper reason to breakup with him, and if he did it would mean admitting to Ha-Joon he cheated on him.

He couldn't. He knew he was Ha-joon's first relationship, so he kept on despite his ever growing feelings for San. Until one day. The day they finally broke up. Ciaran wasn't sure how much more he could handle, so he invited him over. And thats when they split, all under the excuse that Ciaran felt he wasn't good enough for him (and it was true).

With this came Ciaran and San agreeing to be in a relationship, yet keeping it lowkey. They didn't hear from Ha-joon, not at all. This is when San's twin sister came to town, someone who consistently abused San. So, Ciaran took it into his own hands- murdering the man's only remaining blood sibling and ending up in jail with a lovely bail for 500.000 yen!

It was soon after this that all things went to shit. When Ciaran got out, Ha-Joon had found out that they had cheated. After his jail-time everyone had turned on him in a blink of an eye, going as far as pouring paint on the man. This caused tension with him and San, Ciaran growing extremely clingy, possessive, and jealous. Which only ended in an restraining order and Ciaran's return to Scotland.

[CURRENT ARC]
A year later he came back to finish his schooling in Karakura, namely a bachelor's degree in business. All while getting involved in the gangs and crimes of Japan. He graduated as the valedictorian, leaving himself among the ranks of people. Yet despite this, he didn't go on to do anything, ending him where he was now.






DESCRIBE AN INTERACTION THAT YOUR CHARACTER MAY HAVE AS A BLACK MARKET DEALER:

[Still a WIP as I come up with a better scenario..]
Ciaran Crombie leaned against the cold, hard stone of the sewer wall. His frame partially hidden by the lowlight. He wore hooded black leather jacket, along with a dark mask that was slightly hiked up on his face, allowing him to take a drag of his Marlboro red stick. Messy maroon colored hair sprawled out along his chest, barely visible in such low lighting.

He panned his head downcast to take a look at the duffel bag, his piercings catching the light as he shuffled around. He checked the contents of the large, reinforced duffel bag filled with weapons, each meticulously arranged. Then, all of the sudden, the sound of footsteps echoes from the stairwell. Ciaran's eyes dart towards the entrance as two men enter.

They seemed young, no older than eighteen, but this was nothing he wasn't used to. Their nerves were painted in their faces, the quirk of their lips giving it all away. Ciaran clacked his heel against the damp floor, perhaps to scare them. Just for fun, you know? Ciaran dropped the cigarette into the nearby sewer water, adjusting his mask to properly fit his face.

"You got the stuff?" one asked, apparently braver than the rest. Ciaran let out a huff, crossing his arms along his chest.

"One-hundred-thirty-thousand yen," he stated briefly, sticking his hand out palm up. The boy next to him scrambled to fetch the money and quickly sat it on his palm. Ciaran balled his fist, crushing the bills as he shoved it away into his duffle bag.

Only then did he reach for the requested item, handing it over to the boy who gave him the money. They ran off instantly, their footsteps echoing down the sewers slowly growing quieter and quieter. And once again he was left alone in this stuffy place.


DESCRIBE ANY OTHER ADDITIONAL INFORMATION THAT IS NOTABLE IN CONSIDERING YOUR CHARACTER FOR THE ROLE OF A BLACK MARKET DEALER:


He has previous experiences in dealing and business in general !

NOTES
Rex has already been informed of my application!

Thank you for your time and consideration <3


 
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Hirathex

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Hirathex
Hirathex
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DENIED
After having carefully reviewed your application, I have decided to
unfortunately deny your application to join the faction.

Why have I been denied?
This decision has been made based on the following reason(s)
COMPETITION
Due to the amount of applications we often have to deny good applications due to the lack of spots. Whether it's due to differences in applications, server reputation, or someone standing out more. However, we encourage you to reapply in the future.
 
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