Post by Kyouya Ootori on Sept 4, 2011 20:39:00 GMT -5
OOC Name: Katie.
Character Name: Kyouya Ootori.
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Role-play Sample:
The sun grew brighter as the morning came to an end, leaving the noon in its place. Lunchtime swung around, and the cafeteria was filled with the many students of the elite Ouran academy. Kyouya, a attractive male student, with a black notebook in his hand decided he'd eat his small snack in the third music room. The room which was rumored to be abandoned.
He was soon surprised to see a student sitting at the end of the room. She wasn't a member of the host club that he ran along with a few of what some would call friends. Her brown hair reached just passed her shoulders, and as she turned he would realize who she was. She was the only daughter of a man who ran a popular construction cooperation. He had the uncanny ability to memorize the faces and names of all of the students in Ouran because of his goal to surpass his brothers.
"Oh, Kyouya-senpai." She muttered to him.
He would smile brightly to the girl. "How can I help you, Miss?" He asked politely. The women froze for a moment, looking flustered. He awaited her reply with the calmest look.
"H-Have you seen Mori-kun?" She asked. He shook his head slowly, giving her a simple response. She nodded and then apologized for intruding. As she left the room, he would take a seat and then begin his daily check ups on financials of the host club he ran.
Secret Code: Daruma Doll Fell Over.
Character Name: Kyouya Ootori.
Age: 17.
Gender: Male.
Role-play Sample:
The sun grew brighter as the morning came to an end, leaving the noon in its place. Lunchtime swung around, and the cafeteria was filled with the many students of the elite Ouran academy. Kyouya, a attractive male student, with a black notebook in his hand decided he'd eat his small snack in the third music room. The room which was rumored to be abandoned.
He was soon surprised to see a student sitting at the end of the room. She wasn't a member of the host club that he ran along with a few of what some would call friends. Her brown hair reached just passed her shoulders, and as she turned he would realize who she was. She was the only daughter of a man who ran a popular construction cooperation. He had the uncanny ability to memorize the faces and names of all of the students in Ouran because of his goal to surpass his brothers.
"Oh, Kyouya-senpai." She muttered to him.
He would smile brightly to the girl. "How can I help you, Miss?" He asked politely. The women froze for a moment, looking flustered. He awaited her reply with the calmest look.
"H-Have you seen Mori-kun?" She asked. He shook his head slowly, giving her a simple response. She nodded and then apologized for intruding. As she left the room, he would take a seat and then begin his daily check ups on financials of the host club he ran.
Secret Code: Daruma Doll Fell Over.
