Dokuro
07-11-2008, 05:03 AM
Tuner Application
Username: Dokuro
☆‡GENERAL ‡☆
Name: Yamada Burai
Gender: Male
Age: 17
School: Higashi High
School Clubs: Music Club, Art Club
☆‡SKILL STATS ‡☆
Vitality: 70
Dexterity: 28
Hearing: 26
Intelligence: 26
Total Skill Points: 150.
Status: D-Rank
Road: Ring Road
Tuning Information: Over the years he has developed his own style of tuning. He originally started out tuning with his bass guitar but that had its limitations. While he still applies the principles of sounds and vibrations he takes a more intuitive approach to his method. Never delving into heavy calculations or planning he goes with his gut and instincts. This is also reflected in how he lives his life on impulses and basic overarching goals. He relies on his sensitive touch and his keen ears to pick up the subtleties of his parts and tools which is often taken for granted by tuners as well as taking in the whole picture. He “tunes” not only the ATs but also the rider whether they realise it or not. Using his over the top personality he finds that boosting the rider’s confidence with his work and his words are all part of his tuning style.
☆‡LOOKS ‡☆
http://th49.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2006/361/8/e/another_bass_by_tobiee.jpg
Eye Colour: Dark brown like rich Colombian coffee.
Hair Colour: Black with red highlights
Skin Tone: Pale
Height/Weight: 175cm/63kg
Blood-type: B+
Overall Appearance: His daily attire can be regarded as basic street wear, often wearing a t-shirt and jeans/cargo pants he likes to mix and match accessories such as wristbands, chains, rings, belts, scarves, or contacts. Spending way more time on his hair than he probably should he likes to take care of his appearance because as he puts it “You never know when you may meet someone you wanna look good for.” His hair looks unkempt and disheveled as to match his rocker lifestyle but not too many people realize how much effort he puts into it. His foot wear is more often than not a pair of weather beaten converse as he has several pairs in a variety of colors and styles which he meticulously organizes on a regular basis.
His smile can be described as cheeky and contagious as he always likes to lighten a dark mood which is reflected in his obvious endless supply of good vibrations and humor. The change in his looks is apparent when he plays music or starts tuning, a very joyous expression takes over which can be only be described as pure elation that can be witnessed throughout the movements of his entire body. Priding himself on not only his music and tuning but his showmanship he can easily get the audience pumping and loves to enhance any performance by various acts of crowd pleasing. This kind of performance mentality ties into his casual lifestyle too as he enjoys having fun in any and all situations.
He carries his Tuning Case around wherever he goes. She is essentially a comfort to him as he feels empty without her weight on his shoulders, by practicing tuning everyday he is almost like a drug addict in that respect as he can’t go for too long without fiddling with her or else anxiety sets in. Her case is mostly black leather with a vintage worn out look to it with metal features around the edges and base. It is heavily customized and can fold out revealing the countless tools that he uses while tuning.
☆‡PERSONALITY ‡☆
Likes:
• Anything creatively artistic (drawing, writing music etc).
• Music (Listening and Playing).
• Disco dancing.
• The Ladies.
• Playing live shows.
• His Close friends.
• Freak.Fests
• Ramming it Home
Dislikes:
• A Snitch.
• Cheese Weasels.
• The Fuzz.
• Swimming.
Hobbies:
• Playing bass.
• Customizing clothes and collecting accessories.
• Tuning
• Gunpla
• 2D Fighting Games
• Anime
• Adventure Rangling
Fears: Open Waters (more specifically being taken by giant squids or mythical krakens and the feeling of not having a firm surface to stand on really freaks him out)
Goals: Achieve tuning of the thoughtful, sometimes epic, often loud, vaguely danceable, implicitly humanist variety
Overall Personality: A mix of downtown flavour and old school sensibility, his social style can be regarded as self-confident and concise while still maintaining a certain degree of free spiritedness and thoughtfulness. Often falling back on his wit and sharp intuition he can manage his way through most social situations and make friends easily, but despite his boisterous personality he certainly has a more reclusive side to him which you will see in some circumstances. Burai sees as his true form of communication as opposed to his cocky bravado, which he comes to realize, is most likely a façade to protect him from others seeing him as weak or vulnerable. Although reluctant to let people get to know him too well he has a hard time stopping himself from getting close to people whom genuinely care for him, he holds these people in high regard and happens to be very protective over them whether they like it or not.
Upon getting to know him it becomes quite clear that he is a terrible liar, he sweats, mumbles, tries to derail the subject or even winds up fleeing as fast as he can. There is something within him that prevents him from lying as he doesn’t like the thought or the act of being deceitful towards others. His passion toward life and his friends is both a character flaw and strength. You can bring him to tears by showing your fighting spirit which he would most likely go to extreme lengths to encourage with a tightly clenched fist and scream of enthusiasm. If you look closely you may see the fires of passion burning behind his eyes as he tries to live every moment to the fullest and does his best to inspire others to be the best they can by rocking the very foundations of their souls.
☆‡HISTORY ‡☆
Birthplace: Kasukabe
Birthdate: 7th October 1990
Birthtime: 6:07pm
Parents: Saito(alive and kicking) and Haruko (deceased)
Siblings: N/A
Pre-RP History: Burai grew up in a comfortable environment, his parents weren’t well to do but they managed just fine. His dad worked as a Public relations (PR) manager in a reputable finance company and worked long hours trying to provide for his family. Looking up to his dad and greatly respecting his mother he grew up to be a very considerate and kind young boy. During a reorganization of their storeroom Burai stumbled across a dusty old guitar case which he had never seen before. He dragged it out and a gingerly opened the hard leather and metal case. The old hinges creaked in a haunting manner as it revealed what looked like a new bas guitar in perfect condition. Burai sat there stunned and speechless for sometime before his dad walked into the room.
“UUWWAAAHHHH!!! Where did you find that Burai?!” he screamed pointing at the unexpectedly revealed instrument. Being completely used to his dad unnecessary outbursts he told him about its location behind several old suitcases. His dad walked over and sat down on the floor next to him and picked up the bass slowly as a bright beam of sunshine shone down through a small window.
“Could you close that curtain son? It’s blinding me” he said as he squinted.
“This bass was my pride and joy back in the day Burai, you know when I was your age my teacher at school showed me the wonders of playing an instrument. Nothing in the world felt as right as playing this old girl in the late hours of the night.” he said in an inspiring tone.
“No wonder you didn’t get good grades dad” Burai giggled.
“You’re probably right about that one son” He said as he laughed with Burai.
Burai looked intently at the shine coming off the black body of the bass, it was mesmerizing, captivating and instantly drew Burai’s attention to an inscription across the face of the body. It was his mother’s name, “Haruko” Burai whispered as he read the characters.
“Heheeeee, you noticed? You see back then I only had one love in my life, this guitar… but as soon as I met your mother it was replaced.” He sighed happily. “It’s kind of depressing to think that this went to waste though…” Looking up he noticed that Burai was giggling at his expression of young love. Leaping from his seat he gasped him in a headlock and shouted “GURI GURI~!” as he rubbed his knuckles into Burai’s hair.
“Don’t laugh at my LABU LABU memories~!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Walking into the room his mother paused as she witnessed a severe case of domestic violence taking place. The two froze and looked up at her, and gave a guilty smile and laugh as they slowly let go of each other.
“Neh! Haruko! Remember this?!” Saito eagerly picked up the bass and showed it too her.
“Oh! I havnt seen this in so long~” she said cheerfully. “I still remember the day when you went to get this engraved, I was so happy~” a feint blush could be seen in her cheeks when she said these words.
“Your old man is pretty cool am I right son?” he said sneaking a glance over his shoulder at Burai. *Burai sweat bead*
From this day on Burai inherited Haruko (The bass guitar) and was taught by his father. He progressed rapidly and as his dad puts it “he takes to it like cotton soaking up water” his skill was amazing, what took his father a year to accomplish Burai mastered in a matter of 2 months. His finger work on the fret board was incredible for a beginner, it’s almost like he knew all there was to know about playing but was only rusty from infrequent playing. Sometimes he’d play to the point of blood drying on the steel strings which was when his father would advise him to take a break which was advice that Burai often took onboard.
At the age of fourteen he unfortunately lost his mother to breast cancer, she was sick for a little over a year and Burai did his best to help her get better but there was nothing he could do to save her. He and his father were left grief stricken and for the span of a few months the two didn’t know what to do with the hole left in their lives. His mother was the rock in which the two of them could rely on for guidance and comfort, he and his were reduced to boys lost in a forest of despair. Burai found it hard to communicate after her passing and to even glance at his guitar made him break out in tears. He and his father exchanged few words during this difficult period but one day his dad thumped the guitar case in front of Burai and said:
“Since you don’t wanna talk, use this to speak to me…” this was the very first time he had seen his dad so serious, the sincerity in his father’s eyes at that moment compelled him to reach forward and grasp at the guitar and play. It took several months before Burai was confident enough to rebuild his life back up with the help of his dad, in time laughter could be heard from their home once again. In the subsequent years Burai progressed both musically and mentally, it became obvious that his life had gravitated towards music and his latent talent was proof of this. When he reached the age of sixteen he expressed interest in performing on stage, his dad smiled as he also had that desire but had to give up in it to help support his family.
“You’ll never make it big here in Kasukabe Burai, you have so much talent and it would be a shame to let it go to waste” His dad said. The two both agreed to move to Tokyo to give Burai the chance he deserved. Saying their last goodbyes to their home in Kasukabe they both ventured into the metropolis of Tokyo city. His dad managed to get a job transfer to the Tokyo branch of his work and Burai was enrolled into Higashi High school which he heard had an excellent music program and club.
Post-RP History:Under Construction
☆‡EXTRA ‡☆
Extra:
Haruko
Black Gibson EB-3
http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/2613/1971gibsoneb3lcopyfi0.jpg
Roleplay Sample: He skated quite casually as he neared his destination, he looked down at his watch and noticed it was like 8:32pm! Senshi knew that Chika doesn’t like tardiness so he skated faster, but this sudden speed was hard to control so he started to fall forwards in a comically bouncy manner, “AHHH!” He shouted as he was heading straight for a bench, he didn’t have enough time to think so he did whatever came naturally, he threw a punch. Snap the wood of the bench broke, the speed he was going most likely added some power to his attack. The wood snapped in two allowing Senshi to roll threw the wreckage. Sexy-time Radical~
Username: Dokuro
☆‡GENERAL ‡☆
Name: Yamada Burai
Gender: Male
Age: 17
School: Higashi High
School Clubs: Music Club, Art Club
☆‡SKILL STATS ‡☆
Vitality: 70
Dexterity: 28
Hearing: 26
Intelligence: 26
Total Skill Points: 150.
Status: D-Rank
Road: Ring Road
Tuning Information: Over the years he has developed his own style of tuning. He originally started out tuning with his bass guitar but that had its limitations. While he still applies the principles of sounds and vibrations he takes a more intuitive approach to his method. Never delving into heavy calculations or planning he goes with his gut and instincts. This is also reflected in how he lives his life on impulses and basic overarching goals. He relies on his sensitive touch and his keen ears to pick up the subtleties of his parts and tools which is often taken for granted by tuners as well as taking in the whole picture. He “tunes” not only the ATs but also the rider whether they realise it or not. Using his over the top personality he finds that boosting the rider’s confidence with his work and his words are all part of his tuning style.
☆‡LOOKS ‡☆
http://th49.deviantart.com/fs14/300W/f/2006/361/8/e/another_bass_by_tobiee.jpg
Eye Colour: Dark brown like rich Colombian coffee.
Hair Colour: Black with red highlights
Skin Tone: Pale
Height/Weight: 175cm/63kg
Blood-type: B+
Overall Appearance: His daily attire can be regarded as basic street wear, often wearing a t-shirt and jeans/cargo pants he likes to mix and match accessories such as wristbands, chains, rings, belts, scarves, or contacts. Spending way more time on his hair than he probably should he likes to take care of his appearance because as he puts it “You never know when you may meet someone you wanna look good for.” His hair looks unkempt and disheveled as to match his rocker lifestyle but not too many people realize how much effort he puts into it. His foot wear is more often than not a pair of weather beaten converse as he has several pairs in a variety of colors and styles which he meticulously organizes on a regular basis.
His smile can be described as cheeky and contagious as he always likes to lighten a dark mood which is reflected in his obvious endless supply of good vibrations and humor. The change in his looks is apparent when he plays music or starts tuning, a very joyous expression takes over which can be only be described as pure elation that can be witnessed throughout the movements of his entire body. Priding himself on not only his music and tuning but his showmanship he can easily get the audience pumping and loves to enhance any performance by various acts of crowd pleasing. This kind of performance mentality ties into his casual lifestyle too as he enjoys having fun in any and all situations.
He carries his Tuning Case around wherever he goes. She is essentially a comfort to him as he feels empty without her weight on his shoulders, by practicing tuning everyday he is almost like a drug addict in that respect as he can’t go for too long without fiddling with her or else anxiety sets in. Her case is mostly black leather with a vintage worn out look to it with metal features around the edges and base. It is heavily customized and can fold out revealing the countless tools that he uses while tuning.
☆‡PERSONALITY ‡☆
Likes:
• Anything creatively artistic (drawing, writing music etc).
• Music (Listening and Playing).
• Disco dancing.
• The Ladies.
• Playing live shows.
• His Close friends.
• Freak.Fests
• Ramming it Home
Dislikes:
• A Snitch.
• Cheese Weasels.
• The Fuzz.
• Swimming.
Hobbies:
• Playing bass.
• Customizing clothes and collecting accessories.
• Tuning
• Gunpla
• 2D Fighting Games
• Anime
• Adventure Rangling
Fears: Open Waters (more specifically being taken by giant squids or mythical krakens and the feeling of not having a firm surface to stand on really freaks him out)
Goals: Achieve tuning of the thoughtful, sometimes epic, often loud, vaguely danceable, implicitly humanist variety
Overall Personality: A mix of downtown flavour and old school sensibility, his social style can be regarded as self-confident and concise while still maintaining a certain degree of free spiritedness and thoughtfulness. Often falling back on his wit and sharp intuition he can manage his way through most social situations and make friends easily, but despite his boisterous personality he certainly has a more reclusive side to him which you will see in some circumstances. Burai sees as his true form of communication as opposed to his cocky bravado, which he comes to realize, is most likely a façade to protect him from others seeing him as weak or vulnerable. Although reluctant to let people get to know him too well he has a hard time stopping himself from getting close to people whom genuinely care for him, he holds these people in high regard and happens to be very protective over them whether they like it or not.
Upon getting to know him it becomes quite clear that he is a terrible liar, he sweats, mumbles, tries to derail the subject or even winds up fleeing as fast as he can. There is something within him that prevents him from lying as he doesn’t like the thought or the act of being deceitful towards others. His passion toward life and his friends is both a character flaw and strength. You can bring him to tears by showing your fighting spirit which he would most likely go to extreme lengths to encourage with a tightly clenched fist and scream of enthusiasm. If you look closely you may see the fires of passion burning behind his eyes as he tries to live every moment to the fullest and does his best to inspire others to be the best they can by rocking the very foundations of their souls.
☆‡HISTORY ‡☆
Birthplace: Kasukabe
Birthdate: 7th October 1990
Birthtime: 6:07pm
Parents: Saito(alive and kicking) and Haruko (deceased)
Siblings: N/A
Pre-RP History: Burai grew up in a comfortable environment, his parents weren’t well to do but they managed just fine. His dad worked as a Public relations (PR) manager in a reputable finance company and worked long hours trying to provide for his family. Looking up to his dad and greatly respecting his mother he grew up to be a very considerate and kind young boy. During a reorganization of their storeroom Burai stumbled across a dusty old guitar case which he had never seen before. He dragged it out and a gingerly opened the hard leather and metal case. The old hinges creaked in a haunting manner as it revealed what looked like a new bas guitar in perfect condition. Burai sat there stunned and speechless for sometime before his dad walked into the room.
“UUWWAAAHHHH!!! Where did you find that Burai?!” he screamed pointing at the unexpectedly revealed instrument. Being completely used to his dad unnecessary outbursts he told him about its location behind several old suitcases. His dad walked over and sat down on the floor next to him and picked up the bass slowly as a bright beam of sunshine shone down through a small window.
“Could you close that curtain son? It’s blinding me” he said as he squinted.
“This bass was my pride and joy back in the day Burai, you know when I was your age my teacher at school showed me the wonders of playing an instrument. Nothing in the world felt as right as playing this old girl in the late hours of the night.” he said in an inspiring tone.
“No wonder you didn’t get good grades dad” Burai giggled.
“You’re probably right about that one son” He said as he laughed with Burai.
Burai looked intently at the shine coming off the black body of the bass, it was mesmerizing, captivating and instantly drew Burai’s attention to an inscription across the face of the body. It was his mother’s name, “Haruko” Burai whispered as he read the characters.
“Heheeeee, you noticed? You see back then I only had one love in my life, this guitar… but as soon as I met your mother it was replaced.” He sighed happily. “It’s kind of depressing to think that this went to waste though…” Looking up he noticed that Burai was giggling at his expression of young love. Leaping from his seat he gasped him in a headlock and shouted “GURI GURI~!” as he rubbed his knuckles into Burai’s hair.
“Don’t laugh at my LABU LABU memories~!” he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Walking into the room his mother paused as she witnessed a severe case of domestic violence taking place. The two froze and looked up at her, and gave a guilty smile and laugh as they slowly let go of each other.
“Neh! Haruko! Remember this?!” Saito eagerly picked up the bass and showed it too her.
“Oh! I havnt seen this in so long~” she said cheerfully. “I still remember the day when you went to get this engraved, I was so happy~” a feint blush could be seen in her cheeks when she said these words.
“Your old man is pretty cool am I right son?” he said sneaking a glance over his shoulder at Burai. *Burai sweat bead*
From this day on Burai inherited Haruko (The bass guitar) and was taught by his father. He progressed rapidly and as his dad puts it “he takes to it like cotton soaking up water” his skill was amazing, what took his father a year to accomplish Burai mastered in a matter of 2 months. His finger work on the fret board was incredible for a beginner, it’s almost like he knew all there was to know about playing but was only rusty from infrequent playing. Sometimes he’d play to the point of blood drying on the steel strings which was when his father would advise him to take a break which was advice that Burai often took onboard.
At the age of fourteen he unfortunately lost his mother to breast cancer, she was sick for a little over a year and Burai did his best to help her get better but there was nothing he could do to save her. He and his father were left grief stricken and for the span of a few months the two didn’t know what to do with the hole left in their lives. His mother was the rock in which the two of them could rely on for guidance and comfort, he and his were reduced to boys lost in a forest of despair. Burai found it hard to communicate after her passing and to even glance at his guitar made him break out in tears. He and his father exchanged few words during this difficult period but one day his dad thumped the guitar case in front of Burai and said:
“Since you don’t wanna talk, use this to speak to me…” this was the very first time he had seen his dad so serious, the sincerity in his father’s eyes at that moment compelled him to reach forward and grasp at the guitar and play. It took several months before Burai was confident enough to rebuild his life back up with the help of his dad, in time laughter could be heard from their home once again. In the subsequent years Burai progressed both musically and mentally, it became obvious that his life had gravitated towards music and his latent talent was proof of this. When he reached the age of sixteen he expressed interest in performing on stage, his dad smiled as he also had that desire but had to give up in it to help support his family.
“You’ll never make it big here in Kasukabe Burai, you have so much talent and it would be a shame to let it go to waste” His dad said. The two both agreed to move to Tokyo to give Burai the chance he deserved. Saying their last goodbyes to their home in Kasukabe they both ventured into the metropolis of Tokyo city. His dad managed to get a job transfer to the Tokyo branch of his work and Burai was enrolled into Higashi High school which he heard had an excellent music program and club.
Post-RP History:Under Construction
☆‡EXTRA ‡☆
Extra:
Haruko
Black Gibson EB-3
http://img123.imageshack.us/img123/2613/1971gibsoneb3lcopyfi0.jpg
Roleplay Sample: He skated quite casually as he neared his destination, he looked down at his watch and noticed it was like 8:32pm! Senshi knew that Chika doesn’t like tardiness so he skated faster, but this sudden speed was hard to control so he started to fall forwards in a comically bouncy manner, “AHHH!” He shouted as he was heading straight for a bench, he didn’t have enough time to think so he did whatever came naturally, he threw a punch. Snap the wood of the bench broke, the speed he was going most likely added some power to his attack. The wood snapped in two allowing Senshi to roll threw the wreckage. Sexy-time Radical~