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Created on 2008-04-12 02:35:38 (#15355817), last updated 2008-04-24

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Basic Info
Name:k o b e
Birthdate:1989-08-19
Bio
[ basic information ]


NAME | Kobe
SERIES | Pink Sniper
CANON | Post-PS, before PS Maniax
AGE | 16
SPECIES | Human-Bull hybrid
GENDER | Bull, not sow

[ personality ]


50% human, 50% bull, 100% certified jackass.

Or, well, at least that's the first impression. He's usually wearing this cocky smirk on his face, lips twisted up sharply in an imitation of those mafia-gangster-smiles -- a pretty accurate one. And he pretty much acts how he looks -- piercings on his eyebrow, nose, scar across his face, horns carved sharp and twisted around once, hair a mess of spikes -- your typical street punk, always looking for a fight and usually getting one. He has absolutely no qualms about putting his fists to good use, and he honestly believes that a good portion of the problems in life can be solved through violence. Seriously. At the very least, pounding the ever-loving shit out of some poor sod is damn refreshing. He has a bit of a short fuse, and when he gets pissed, it goes from shouting to punching in mere moments -- and don't underestimate him. Half-cow means he's a force to be reckoned with, since he punches like a bull, and kicks like one, too.

But really -- it's not like he's entirely 'evil,' because that's not quite the reason that he's always got his hands clenched into fists and his expression twisted into a challenging smirk. It's not that he particularly likes hurting people, or causing trouble (ok, well, maybe a little), but it's more that -- just like any other stupid adolescent male -- he likes to prove himself. And what better way to prove a man's worth than through fists? Of course, he's not stupid -- he knows his limits, and isn't out to get himself killed, so he never went challenging those high-level yakuza mobsters. No use getting the shit beaten out of you, right? Though -- it's not like he's a coward -- if there's a fight coming his way, and he has a reason to fight, any reason, then he'll stand for as long as he can -- running from a fight isn't a very manly thing to do, is it? But he isn't stupid enough to go looking for fights that he can't win. He's street-smart enough to walk that narrow border between brashness and idiocy.

And sure, you say, sure he's not stupid, but what good is that if he's just some punkass jerk with no morales? But see, that's not quite right, either. It's not that he doesn't have morales, it's just that they're, eh, a bit unique, cobbled together from the chivalry of old days and his own twisted perception of justice. Won't hit a girl unless she's asking for it, and is strong enough to fight back. Won't pick on people weaker than him unless they start a fight first, and even then, he won't crush them too hard. Respect the elderly, unless they're jackasses, then ignore them. Same for cripples. See? He has his own set of rules on life that he'll obey, just, y'know. They're not as polite and good-natured as what most people are used to, because he just never saw the point of useless etiquette and petty polite gestures since they don't mean anything. He doesn't mince words much, doesn't beat around the bush, just says what he means -- because that's the best way to say anything, right? Honesty. Man's gotta be bold, can't be afraid of saying what he needs to say. (Unless it's telling a girl that a dress makes her ass look huge, because even he's not going there.)

See? He's not that bad a guy. Just, y'know. Does whatever the fuck he wants.

[ history ]


He's like sixteen, the fuck kind of history are you expecting?

Doesn't remember his parents, for one thing -- he's been at an orphanage for as long as he can remember, raised by the poor old gramps and granny there. They weren't bad, but eh, they were kinda too old and wrinkly to exercise any real control over the kids, so he ended up a bit of a wild kid, always getting into fights and beating up other kids when they started picking on him. He once ran through a glass window just because he could -- and also because one of the other kids bet him three bucks that he couldn't. That's where that nasty scar on his face is from.

He's been through three or four foster families, then returned to the orphanage each time, simply because none of the families could stand his don't-give-a-fuck attitude -- and sure, the gramps and granny are at a bit of a lost, but he's not as bad when he's at the orphanage. After all, they're the ones that raised him back when he was still shitting his diapers, so he figures he owes them at least that much.

Otherwise, there's not much going on in his life. He's doing okay at school, grades not too good, not too bad -- still getting into fights pretty much every other day with gangsters and wannabe-yakuza guys and poor sods that have a grudge against him because he's beat them up before -- but that's pretty much his life now, and it's not bad. And like every other kid his age, he's kinda sex-crazy, and will make out with anything with a pretty face (he likes girls with big boobs, though). But hey, that's pretty much normal, right?

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