Post by Bullet on Jul 18, 2007 11:17:37 GMT -5
Name: Bullet
Age: 17
Race: Lets just say I'm not completely normal, ok?
Orgin: Osaka, Japan
Occupation: Master of All Weaponry, and Musician
Hair Colour: Burnt Carmine (thats an extemely dark purple for those of you who don't speak English)
Eye Color: Hazel
Bio: When I was 8, I was kidnapped and sent to an army training camp in England to become a child soldier (They obviously knew my knowledge of all things deadly). Nobody there liked me, and I became more and more emo by the day. Soon, I was ready to commit suicide, but when I heard Gorillaz on the radio, I came to my senses and forgot what I was about to do. So, strictly speaking, Gorillaz saved my life.
The sergants then sent me to a camp in Mexico as a sort of 'vacation'. It was the same as the one back in England, only worse. One day I escaped and sat out by an alleyway. At that time, Murdoc Faust (God I love that middle name) Niccals was walking by (Of course, it was before he got taken to jail). He gave me simpathy and talked to me for a while. I felt so much better. After my so called 'vacation' I ran away from the camp, and headed down to Essex. So I now live in Room 15 in Kong.
Age: 17
Race: Lets just say I'm not completely normal, ok?
Orgin: Osaka, Japan
Occupation: Master of All Weaponry, and Musician
Hair Colour: Burnt Carmine (thats an extemely dark purple for those of you who don't speak English)
Eye Color: Hazel
Bio: When I was 8, I was kidnapped and sent to an army training camp in England to become a child soldier (They obviously knew my knowledge of all things deadly). Nobody there liked me, and I became more and more emo by the day. Soon, I was ready to commit suicide, but when I heard Gorillaz on the radio, I came to my senses and forgot what I was about to do. So, strictly speaking, Gorillaz saved my life.
The sergants then sent me to a camp in Mexico as a sort of 'vacation'. It was the same as the one back in England, only worse. One day I escaped and sat out by an alleyway. At that time, Murdoc Faust (God I love that middle name) Niccals was walking by (Of course, it was before he got taken to jail). He gave me simpathy and talked to me for a while. I felt so much better. After my so called 'vacation' I ran away from the camp, and headed down to Essex. So I now live in Room 15 in Kong.
