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feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote, @ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

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多由也 1 momomint 2010-08-01 10:02 pm UTC (link)

Player Name: Momo Are you 17+?: 18, birthday May 26th, 1992 Personal Journal: antisaints on LJ, momomint here but I only made it to apply here since OpenID never works for me :/ Contact Information: AIM: momorabu Email: bubblepopxxxx@yahoo.com Timezone: EST Availability: I have a (very) part time job right now, but am otherwise free :3 Other: n/a Past RP Experience: orz, lots. Since I was thirteen, I have played at konoha_high, konoha_fashion zaikagakure, thecity_rp, jutsu_masters, theheartsballad, ourabsinthehaze, _catchphrase_, district_curia, narutohs, paradisa,, daisychainrpg, konoha_u, majutsu_shi, imperial_palace, oshima_high, siebenrpg, district_curia, anatomyofeden, asphyxia_rp, theheartsballad (all LJ comms), and probably more. Omfg xD I stopped Rping for about a year and just did private RP because I was just sick of it (for obvious reasons) but I've been getting back into it. (Reply to this)(Thread)

多由也 2 momomint 2010-08-01 10:02 pm UTC (link)

Character Name: Tayuya Age: 22 Sexuality: LMAO uh bisexual on both accounts. Girl doesn't care. Role in company: Actor 'cuz there aren't any chick actors and music tech is filled. PB: Haven't decided yet. If you accept, may need a bit of feedback on this one >> Background History: Tayuya was born in San Francisco and subsequently adopted as an infant by a family who – in her mind – had “just grabbed a bunch'a foreigners and me, threw us all together, and tried to raise us as these crazy jesus freaks who could all get along or some shit, I don't even know”. And her perception had been mostly true; her family was comprised of 7 adopted siblings (two from China, one from Mexico, one from Saudi Arabia, two from Africa, one from Iceland; four boys, four girls including herself, the only American), and her parents were hyper-religious, attempting to set an example for their religious community by showing true harmony could easily exist when one trusted in Jesus and showed love for all. While this probably could work for some people, it didn't work because the children were existing as 'examples', and when you try to force children to be what you want them to be, it only works until they realize what you want them to be is neither normal nor beneficial. Tayuya figured this out young. She was made to go to a band concert at her school, and even though the children weren't particularly good, Tayuya wanted to play, she wanted to play more than anything and she knew it right away. She'd ran home and pleaded with her parents to buy her an instrument – she didn't care which – and let her join the band, she wanted to join the band, pleasepleaseplease - but alas, no cigar. Her parents said she could only do chorus because she had to join the church choir. It was at this moment that Tayuya decided she was never going to forgive her parents for this unfathomable sin against her person, and true to herself, she never listened to them again. The next day, she talked to the band director, he gave her one of the school's instruments (a flute, incidentally) and she joined. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

多由也 3 momomint 2010-08-01 10:03 pm UTC (link)

By the time she was in Middle School, Tayuya was completely unrecognizable from the rest of her family. All of her siblings fit nicely into her parent's neat little mold, but she had taken on a different lifestyle entirely. Having mastered four band instruments and three orchestral instruments, she'd begun learning how to play the electric guitar and bass, as well as the drums and had even toyed a bit with her raspy singing voice. They'd tried to “force the devil out of her” through multiple channels, sending her to bible camp four years in a row (which she stayed at for exactly one day before getting on the canoe and crossing the lake to the band camp across the bend), transferring her in and out of five different schools, and eventually trying to homeschool her. Regardless, Tayuya had developed an attitude that couldn't be reasoned with, and that attitude got her into enough fights at school that she eventually got pretty strong, enough so that if she wasn't resentfully given what she wanted, she had plenty of ways to obtain it. Her parents gave up on her when she was in a freshman in highschool after they found a demo tape of the progressive metal band she'd founded and fronted. The attitude they had for her was that she was going to hell, a devil spawn that they couldn't control, and so isolating her from the rest of the children was the only thing that could be done. Tayuya's name came up every week in the church handout for who to pray for, and every week, her mother talked to group about how she was going down the path of the sinner, how she'd found this or that in Tayuya's room, how she was hanging out with a dastardly crowd and how she was getting mixed up with bad people. Etcetera, etcetera. For the most part, her mother was mostly right. Tayuya snuck out of the house every night to see her friends, got drunk or high and played music so loud that God could hear it, fucked one of her many boyfriends at least twice a day, and in general, was the poster-child of what a kid shouldn't be. Despite her reckless behavior, Tayuya was booksmart. If she read something, she remembered it, and she was very good at logic-based questioning which scored her a very generous SAT score (to the immense surprise of her guidance counselors and teachers). Despite that high school, her GPA had still been godawful, and if she wanted to go to college – and damn well she did, to study music – she'd have to take a year off or two to save up. In that year, she ended up moving out of her parent's place, bounced around the Haight Ashbury for a couple of months before moving to Nevada when her friend hooked her up with a job working in a casino. Tayuya blew that job after about a week when she bashed a customer in the head with a bottle of rum for talking shit, and was once against without employment. She played clubs and made friends for a while, bumming in her friend's apartment until she could afford a far shoddier place for herself, when she found FEEL GOOD, INC.'s ad in the back of the local paper. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

多由也 4 momomint 2010-08-01 10:03 pm UTC (link)

It occurred to her that second to being a rock star, being a porn star would be a pretty awesome fucking job. Currently, she attends the University of Nevada on a music scholarship (as a junior) and lives off-campus, financing herself with said awesome-fucking-job at FG,I. She has absolutely no reserves about being in the sex industry (even going as far as to sending her films to her family with every release) and in general, pretty content with her life. She keeps her schedule very busy during the summer and school year, working during the day and usually playing numerous clubs and casinos at night, her band having collected a bit of a following. Personality, Likes & Dislikes: PERSONALITY: Tayuya can be summed up in one word: extreme. When she's happy, she's really, really fucking happy, and if anyone tries to wreck her mood they can expect her fist shoved so far down their throat she'll be picking shit out of her nails for a week. When she's angry, it's a screaming, cussing fit immediately, and when she's done being angry, it's only because the instigator is bleeding from the eyes. If she ever got depressed, she'd probably fall so far too pieces that it would be impossible to deal with, but Tayuya does not get depressed, she gets angry. It's very hard to deal with her because she functions in such black and white extremes, and it's very hard to become her friend if you can't properly hold your own against her behavior. Her only soft spot is music, which she is very passionate about, and thus unless you're willing to agree with everything she says, getting into a debate with her about music is extremely unwise because A: she's right, you're wrong, and B: you will walk away bruised for having a different opinion. All of these things tend to make her a really bad actress all around but a very good character actress; if she plays an overdominanting bitch, the movie will probably sell out. LIKES: Music music music music music, ultraviolent zombie movies, eating, video games, sex, breaking stuff, and outdoorsy shit. DISLIKES: Girly gay shit, your feelings, people crying, heels, shopping, makeup, normal jobs, school, stupid people, stupid people paying lots of fucking money for their stupid bullshit faggot pop artists that have no talent what the fucking fuck, high pitched screaming, cutesy shit, that music-murdering rat bastard Steve Jobs, MTV, vegetarians, politics and the shitheads who bring them up at dinner, quiet mousy little brat women who are trapped in the fucking 18th century and can't stand up for themselves, people who shop at Bed, Bath, and Beyond, people who shop at Bath and Body Works, suffocating perfume, basically everything that isn't the shit above. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

多由也 5; final momomint 2010-08-01 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Sample Post: First Person So newbies are annoying as shit. Seriously, IT'S A FUCKING PORN COMPANY. TAKE YOUR VALUES AND LEAVE THEM AT THE DOOR, THANKYOU. Goddamnit. When a man is told to let a bitch as fine as me fuck with a strap-on, he fucking lets it happen. He doesn't get all WHAT THAT'S DISGUSTING I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS BLAH BLAH BLAH, shut up. Yes you did. You are a whore and you joined a whorecompany to make whoremovies. The end. Eat your own shit. IN OTHER NEWS: Hell yes, Deftones are coming to Reno. Yeah, their music is depressing at hell, but they're fucking brilliant musicians. Other bands coming to general area include Joan Jett (will fuck her so hard holy shit), ZZ Top, Bob Dylan, B.B. King, Apocalyptic/Dir en Grey, and Dave Matthews. Oh, and the OUTSIDE LANDS festival in San Fran, which I'll make the roadtrip for even if a lot of the bands playing are shitty and hella overrated (what the fuck, Kings of Leon are headlining the second day? Needs more TASTE, thank you.) I'm running flat broke since I bought my latest amp, but I can get a credit card, whatever. I love the California tour schedule during the summer, it's so fucking worth it. WHO NEEDS TO EAT, WHATEVER. I can go do some work at that whorehouse if I need some extra cash. Oh, shit, speaking of, I think they might cut the pow-- Third Person Tayuya stumbled into her apartment, stumbling over a combat boot she'd stupidly left in the doorway and nearly smashing facefirst into the linoleum floor. She snarled, knees connecting sharply and all of her groceries flying out of her arms, letting out a loud “FUCKING EAT YOURSELF, DICKSHITTING GRAVITY--” and glaring at the dozen eggs that were now shattered and leaking onto her dirty floor. Her place was a wreck, full of empty liquor bottles, popcorn and chip bags, pizza boxes, and clothes tossed haphazardly on just about every goddamn surface. The only area of the tiny living space that was clean – and it was very clean – was her jam room, the door shut but its contents a vivid image in her mind. All of her instruments, amplifiers, microphones, and recording equipment were in that room, which she'd remodeled especially to have ideal acoustics. The rest of her place, though, it was hell on wheels. No, not even on wheels. A trailer would be harder to trash than what she'd accomplished here. She grabbed her non-destroyed groceries and put what was necessary away – just the frozen food – abandoning everything else on the kitchen table. She dug a soda out of the back of the fridge and took it with her down the hall, plopping into her (unmade) bed and shutting her eyes. Fucking hell was she tired. She'd filmed some material with a little manboy from 9AM to about 3PM, followed by band practice for several hours until 7PM, when they packed up to play at a club until 2AM, not getting out until 330AM because packing up always took forever, as did deciding whether or not fucking a groupie was in her best interest. Which, tonight, it had not been. Afterwards she dropped by walmart to grab some groceries since she was starving, and now she was too tired to make herself anything, despite how bad her stomach was moaning. Yeah, she'd eaten an entire box of doughnuts in the car, but she still wasn't completely satiated. Tayuya ate like a football player but never gained any weight, and it wasn't exactly something she was gonna complain about. She sat up after a few minutes, rubbing her eyes. Fuck it, she was too tired to even sleep. Kicking off her boots, she pulled herself up to her feet and walked to her jamroom, grabbing one of her guitars and plugging it into her amp, her amp into her headphones. Normally, she wouldn't give two shits about waking up the neighbors, but 4AM was too ungodly of an hour for her to feel okay with waking up anyone. Especially for the stiffs who got up at 5AM. She strummed a few chords, closing her eyes and sinking into her beanbag, rolling her neck so half a dozen pops loudly followed. “Shit, that's better. Okay, Jesus. Since you're supposed to be so damn helpful, gimme a beat.” (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ACCEPTED!!! feelgoodmods 2010-08-06 12:07 am UTC (link)
	Welcome to Feel Good, INC.! You can find everything you need to get settled in here. (Reply to this)(Parent)

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