Fristin Faust [nd]

[Stephen]

♥ Welcome to the Dark Side of the Moon♥
*This little kitty cried all the way home*

Behind the RPer
Nickname: Cyanide
Age: 16
Gender: Female
How can we reach you: AIM//KeybladeMastaRox
RP Experience: Six years

Your Character
Name: Fristin Faust
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Play By: I'm not quite sure
Loyal to: Neutral//but would go with anybody that claimed they loved her.
Occupation: Cook

Likes:
XGiant pretzels
XDanceing
XThe idea of love
XCrayons
XMen
XSwimming
XBows
Dislikes:
XPain
XSour things,
XDull colors
XAnybody hitting on who she loves
XThunderstorms
XGuns
XDogs
Strengths:
X
X
X
X
X
Weaknesses:
X
X
X
X
X

Personality:

Xdynamically emotional//


Xmoody//


Xsensitive//


Xagressive//


Xseldom spontaneous//


Xemotionally intelligent//


Xthoughtful//


Xneedy//


Xcaring//


History:

Xbefore birth//

Xafter birth//

Custom Title:
Sample RP: Taken from a roleplay I am in.

The sound of sirens filled the city that night. Ten o’ clock to be exact. Somebody must be dead again. Now it was a normal occurrence sure, but only ever since Kira came around. Everybody was too scared of Kira to do any sort of crime, and if anybody decided to get smart and try something he caught them. Stephen envied Kira. He just couldn’t believe people, would be more scared of him then the police force or anybody else such as. Stephen had never thought of Kira as a hero, sure the end could justify the means, and Stephen did agree with the fact that sometimes the only hero’s you could get, were sometimes bad guys. Or a vigilante in this case. What Stephen did not agree with was the manner of going about killing criminals. The police officers who put them away worked hard everyday, and even if they wanted to kill these guys, they didn’t have that privilege, what gave Kira the right to! They couldn’t protect themselves or there families, yet he could. It just seemed so selfish to him, and because of this Stephen just didn’t think he was a hero.

So there he was, on that bitter cold night; trudging through epidemic cold that had swept the area. White frosted leaves and snow everywhere. A small annoyed frown placed on his sleek fitting face. His outfit had consisted of a pair of slim fit dark blue jeans, a not quite tight plain white tee shirt, that had fitted him rather well. Showing his slight washboard abs beneath. That was what he had found to wear, besides his shoes, and those were plain black tennis shoes, with white laces.
The snow made a light crunching noise between them and the pavement.

Of course, he had on a jacket what with this cold. Just a plain blue colored one the same color as his jeans. It was slipped over his tee shirt.
Stopping just outside the massive gothic style school’s frosted gates he re-adjusted his jacket, as it was sliding off his broad shoulders,
“What did you need me here for? It‘s my day off..” He spoke out, his voice almost as cold as the frosty air, and he let his brown eyes scan the frozen tundra of an area. “Well Stephen.” The man before him began, and Stephen merely ran a hand threw his messy black hair. “It’s Kira we want you to join up to find him, take him down.” Stephen heisted to speak, at the mere mention of that name. Then he looked up at the school idly. “Why me?” The man shook his head and spoke once again. “Because your one of the best out there, point blank.” Stephen raised an eyebrow and scoffed lightly. “You flatter me.” He took a pause looking back at the man, he was obviously an FBI agent. “When do I start.” The man smiled at Stephen, a small gleam in his eyes. "Whenever your ready."

This would be interesting.
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