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Ohh! This role-play looks very interesting! ^_^. I'll join! I'll post up my bio later, when I can think of a good one. X3.

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‘Ooh, that was long’
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Name: Djoka Soši? {pronounced yo-kah so-shich}.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Djoka is very insecure, and is often plagued with bouts of self-doubt. He thinks himself useless, incompetent, weak, worthless, and other such things. This is probably because his father was always sure to identify every possible flaw of his only child, making life a mental and emotional strain. However, Djoka is much more courageous than he, or anyone else, would ever assume. He is very compassionate, and will willingly sacrifice his life to rise against the pernicious. Despite being so uncertain about himself, Djoka is quite intelligent and resourceful, thinking both logically and imaginatively; he just needs to learn how to use that brain, rather than revert to taking orders.
Age: Somewhere around five-and-a-half thousand years old (appearance of a sixteen-year-old human).
Species: Moon.
Role: An Enforcer.
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Eye Color: Platinum iris, with a faint fulvous ring surrounding his pupil.
Hair: Medium length (about two inches), and naturally disheveled, his hair is a pale silver.
Skin Tone: Very pale; an isabelline and white mixture.
Build: Lean and lanky, but durable enough to carry out his job as an Enforcer.
Disabilities: Deaf in his right ear.
Crush: None.
Spouse: None.
Kid(s): None.
Pet(s): A meager little eggshell and taupe gray mouse, which he often carries in one of the pockets in his cargo pants. She is named Mirsade {pronounced meer-sah-deh}.

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•Short History:
Djoka was raised, more or less, by his father’s servants: a couple of Stars. His mother died as he was birthed. He enjoyed spending time with the Stars, for they were very kind to him, but he was always reprimanded by his pitiless father for doing so. Djoka felt compassion for their misfortunate race. At the age of about three-thousand years (appearance of a nine-year-old human), there was a surge in the Star population, and there weren’t enough Enforcers to run the Round-Up patrols, so Djoka’s father sold him to one of the Suns that commanded the Enforcers. The two had made a deal that, for every year that Djoka served for the Enforcers, his father would receive moderate payments of Skian currency. Since that moment, he has been serving under the Enforcers, carrying out his duties without protest for fear of what may happen to him should he object to his unethical profession. All he’s ever wanted was to make someone, anyone, proud.

Role-play Example
Djoka carefully crept down the darkened hallway, his small, light, youthful frame making it much easier to prevent the worn-but-still-glossy floorboards from creaking beneath his weight. He moved with ease, his bare feet seeming to glide across the floor, down the hall, to a door that was left slightly ajar. Harsh, blue light flooded through the gap. As Djoka neared the door, he heard murmuring, which slowly grew louder, the closer he got. He carefully reached out to touch the solid door, then drew himself forward one last step to press his ear gently against the cold surface. His father was speaking to another man. Djoka couldn’t make out everything they were saying: the door was thick, and they seemed to be on the other side of the room that lay beyond the barrier.

Djoka could only tell that the two men were discussing something that seemed to be important. It sounded like one of his father’s business transactions, he could hear the special tone his father adapted when he was trying to persuade the other, bargaining and haggling, trying to make a deal of some sort. But the strange man, who’s voice was quite a bit deeper than his father’s, had a much more serious tone, with what seemed like the slightest hint of urgency. This made Djoka very inquisitive. What could possibly be so important, and how could his father be involved? Slowly, Djoka edged toward the gap of the door, cautiously peering through the crack with one eye.

Djoka gasped. It was a Sun! It was quite rare for Suns to visit his father. The contrast between his father’s pale skin and silvery hair and the Sun’s bronze skin and golden hair was drastic. Djoka quickly clapped his hand to his mouth, just realizing the noise he had made, but luckily the men were too busy in their conversation to notice. From his new vantage point, Djoka could make out what they were saying much easier. They were talking about…Enforcers? Unfortunately, he had only made out the end of their conversation, only see and hear his father make a deal with the Sun, reinforcing it with a firm handshake. The Sun swiftly left the room through another door, which led outdoors, and Djoka’s father sat down on the couch, stroking his chin. His dust-colored eyes portrayed an emotion Djoka was long accustomed to: that of avarice. But something about the look in his father’s eyes gave him goose-bumps, forcing the hair on his arms to stand straight. There was something different about this look. But what, exactly, he could not discern.

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Name: Ryan
Gender: male
Personality: A kind and caring young teen who would never hesitate to help good people. He often draws or does something quiet whenever he is bored. He likes animals of the canine family the most, but he likes other animals as well. He can be a bit grumpy in the mornings, but after a few hours of being awake, he's himself again. If angered, however, he will fight if necissary. He's also a bit clumsy.
Age: 17
Species: human
Role: One of the family Sukai meets
Text Color: This
Eye Color: light brown
Hair: Short and brown.
Skin Tone: Just slightly tanned from being in the sun too long.
Build: Normal
Disabilities: N/A
Crush: N/A
Spouse: N/A
Kid(s): N/A
Pet(s): He has a Beagle named Rex
Extra: N/A
**Role-play Example: Ryan groaned and stood up, he never really much liked mornings, for he was not exactly a morning person. The grumpiness kicked in pretty fast, and he soon found himself grumbling to himself, plodding lazily up the hallway. His arms dangled lifelessly by his side and his eyelids drooped to the point where they were almost shut again. His tiredness and clumsiness combined was not a good thing, as he always crashed into something every morning, like a door or a vase. CRASH. There went another vase, and he hardly even noticed. As soon as he got to the kitchen, he slowly pulled out a box of cereal and poured some into a bowl.

He sat down on a chair and slowly took a piece of cereal out of the bowl and started munching on it, not even bothering to pour the milk. At that moment, Rex awoke and bounded up to his feet. "Down Rex." Grumbled Ryan as he nudged the small dog away with his foot. Rex slowly trotted away, knowing his owner wasn't in a good mood. Of course, after having a shower and changing into his normal everyday clothes, he was happy once more and proceeded to sketch on a piece of scrap paper.