PART ONE: TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF!

Name:Trish
Email:xxtrish2005xx@yahoo.com
AIM/YIM:shorewins
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PART TWO: CHARACTER BASICS

Name:Alan Korr
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Hair: this magnificent shade of sandy blonde
Eyes: Blue
Avatar: James Spader
Brief description of everyday attire: Fine suits made of Bibbian silk
Occupation: Prime Minister of Bakura
Species: Human


PART THREE: CHARACTER PERSONALITY

Give a brief summary of your character's personality and how he/she interacts with others:

Alan has a quick wit and is very smart. He killed a man once by what Denny calls, talking him to death. He's put off by things different than his usual consideration of normalcy, which is pretty skewed anyway. His relationship with his brother Denny is what makes Alan who he is, for the most part. He is a creature of habit, though he's trying to change that. Sharp witted and self loathing at the same time. He's calculating and cold at times, and warm and sophistocated at other times. He's a varitable cornicopia of emotions, and you never know which Alan you're going to see.

PART FOUR: CHARACTER HISTORY

Home planet: Bakura
Family: Marshall Korr, Brother, Denny Korr, Brother, Parents Deceased
Significant Relationships: Sho Demora among the many relationships. Been rumored to have been with Bibbian supermodel. Blue skin and four arms...who wouldn't?
Current Relationship Status: back with Sho. Call me a Glutton for Punishment.
Anything else we should know about your character: Has a fear of clowns, heights, and prone to the occassional bout with Word Salad.

PART FIVE: RP SAMPLE

Please give us a few paragraphs of sample RP. This can be from any site you RP from, but it can also be something you right for the app.

"You won't get away with this, you fucking coward! I'm a decorated officer of the law!"

If his eyes could change colors, Alans would have flashed crimson at the words spat by the very severely injured man on the ground. Instead a stone hard expression took his features and his jaw tightened under the pressure of the hatred that beamed at Michael from his eyes of cold steel colored gray. "I'm the coward..." He hissed, "I didn't use a woman I supposedly loved as a human shield, now did I?" He bit into the very vulnerable man, his jaw slid from one side then to the other as he tasted his words the venom upon them only fueling his attack. "I wonder what your other fully decorated officers of the law would think if they knew you were sitting down here waiting for a shipment of illegally imported swordfish..." He mused aloud, "That isn't coming..." He added as he flipped open his cell phone. He was implying that everything that happened tonight was a set up.

"You won't get away with this..."

Alan scoffed, a wicked cold little laugh parting his lips only barely, "And yet I already have gotten away with it..." he remarked as he flipped open his jacket pulling from it the folded up document. The rain had stalled in the sky over head, the heavens the only witness to the retribution happening below. "Before I call the ambulance to this rarely patrolled stretch of blacktop to scrape your pathetic ass up, I do have a few things I would like to say to you, Michael. And since you're in a position to listen..." Alan's voice was soft, but not without poison. He was in a dark place, a place where his inner demons were able to thrive.

The sound of the ships in the harbor did little to comfort the man lying broken on the ground. "I'll remind you of a discussion we had when you stopped by my hotel room...Where I disclosed fully what would happen to you if you ever hurt...her." He refrained from saying her name as he leaned down and spoke to Michael as if he were so far beneath him he could step on him like a bug. "I am a man of my word" a beat, "For the most part." He said in a hiss, his eyes never once leaving those of Michael as he struggled for breath. "But I'm also a merciful man..." He unfolded the paper, making sure to shield it from the elements. "What I have here is a document, you might recall its contents...A Divorce Decree..." Pulling a pen from his pocket he kicked Michael's arm to make sure it still moved and as luck would have it it did. Putting the pen in his fingers he slipped the document on a box lid to keep it from getting too dirty and put Michael's hand on it.

"Sign it...and this might not happen again." Alan's eyes penetrated those of Michael. Michael would find himself staring back into a black hole of a soul. Alan was absolutely gone in this moment. He was a different man now, somehow changed from the placid looking average business man that Michael knew. "It must feel so upsetting to be so...helpless...to know that at any moment...anything could happen. It's a dark and dirty business this game we're playing Michael..." He paused briefly as he spoke at just appropriate times knowing that the heft of the words spoken would settle on Michael as he lay there in desperate need of medical aid. "But I win."