Welcome, please introduce yourself
My name is Daniel Christopher Roberts [Aka Sinnor]
I am 22
My birthday is August 15th
I'm Male
My occupation? Kishin Follower
Status? Single, and happy that way.
My soul shows that I'm a Meister
A-An animal Totem? None
My partner? My weapon, K’Dee Roberts
That's enough with the formalities, let us get to know you
Your appearance is...
Physical Description:
Facial: I have narrow and hostile appearing bluish gray eyes. I have a long, nose which you may consider a bit big, and there is no swoop or bump to it, it completely straight. My face is long also, my chin broad. Speaking of my chin I have a short scruffy beard, and stumble that runs alone my jaw line.
Hair: My hair is shaggy and messed up, I don’t bother to do anything with it so the majority of time it’s a mess. I like it that way. It’s a light brown and long enough to get in my face, but not so long as to be able to touch my shoulders.
Body Type: I have a muscular build, though I’m not quite your ‘body builder’ type. I stand approximately six foot four inches and at first glance most might consider me a threat seeing how large I am. My skin is an even tanned tone thanks to being outside in the Nevada sun a lot.
Tattoos: I have one tattoo but it covers most of my body. It starts on my right upper bicept, where three dark red Kishin eyes are tattooed. From there the outline of three kishin scarves stretch from it. One of said scarves spirals around my right arm. The next was tattooed over my shoulder blades and goes to my left arm where it spirals to an end there. The last tattooed scarf wraps around my torso and ends at my waist.
Piercings: I have three earrings on my left ear; One on my lobe and two up higher. On my right I have only one earring up it’s up high on my ear.
Clothing Description:
Outer wear: I usually wear my inmate jacket around my waist. It buttons up and has my prison number on the right side of my chest as well as my last name written just below it. During wet or cold weather.
Top: As for a top I wear a simple black form fitting shirt. It has no sleeves but has a turtle neck.
Bottoms: For pants I wear baggy black cargos made of a rough durable material. They are a bit large for my body but fit comfortably. There are two pockets on the thighs, as well as two pockets on the rear end. Aside from those there are also two pockets placed near the knees of my upper legs of my pants.
Shoes: I just wear black steel-toed work boots that lace up and cover up just past my ankle.
Accessories: Around my neck I wear a collar with a chain on it from when I was put in Jail. The collar is black, and the chain is quite obviously a gray steel. The last link of the chain is broken. People ask me if it’s uncomfortable but I actually like it. If given the chance I don’t think I would take it off.
Well, let's see...
I was born to my mother, Annika Tetukvov. John Roberts was my father, however my mother and father were never actually together. Mom was a prostitute that worked at a brothel; therefore I was technically an accident. While I lived there with my mom in the brothel I would often times have to hide in the closet or spend evenings with the other lady’s that weren’t being used while my mother was. All the women did their share of taking care of me as a child. And while it was nice to get all of this attention, mom herself didn’t seem to get to bond with me all too often. I was never intended to be used as prostitution; however when the old manager of the brothel left about the time when I was 9 and a new one took over, the new manager told my mother that I would be used for prostitution or else I couldn’t live there. My mother, being stupid, faked my leaving, which then made it a secret that I was still living there. Although evening when the manager found me, I was taken and used by a male for prostitution. It wasn’t even a week later that mom then decided that I wasn’t safe there anymore, and I was taken to live in an orphanage.
While living in the orphanage I went through a phase of depression that lasted until I was nearly eleven. I refused to meet with potential adopters and when I did I refused to cooperate with them. Eventually people stopped coming to see me, which I was in fact pleased by. I could then lock myself in my room without anyone to disrupt me. When my depression phase came to a gradual end, a violent one took its place. I’d beat up on my bedroom walls and threw mini tantrums. Even when allowed to spend time with the other children I started fights and beat up on the others. This occurred clear up until I was thirteen and when a girl caught my eye. She seemed to be the only one to be able to calm me and keep me from harming others. We struck up a friendship and by the time we were both sixteen we decided to make our friendship more and begin dating. However it had to remain a secret seeing as the orphanage forbade it. Around this time was also when I began looking into information about my father. I had his name, and that was about it. Thus did as much research as I could while living there.
When we could finally leave the orphanage when we were eighteen I instantly began to continue a more in depth search for my family. My girlfriend however wasn’t too fond of this, and found I was becoming a bit obsessive over my search. At last after a few months of this, she gave up and she couldn’t take it.
This broke down my high spirits. No longer could I find myself being optimistic and happy but instead pessimistic and holding hatred toward people and society. It eventually ended up in me stalking my ex down, and beating her nearly to death. After all she had made me so happy, she knew I was wanting to find my family yet still told me she loved me. She knew it from the beginning but led me on. I felt betrayed by that. The cops were called on me, and I was thrown in jail. But I escaped with no problem. When I at last found where my father and half sister had been living, I found the house empty aside from the body of whom I assumed was my father.
That was when I went he went to find my sister. I had difficulty searching for her, but once the newspapers started coming out with articles of a girl by the name of K’Dee Roberts was close to becoming a death scythe it was a breeze to track her down.
I'm sort of...
For the most part I am a very bitter guy. I hate a lot of things, and I don’t appreciate too much. I like to come off as a rather clueless and stupid sort of man. But that’s all just a trick. In reality I’m pretty smart and at good strategizing. Therefore for that gives me the advantage of my opponents underestimating me and expecting to beat me by ‘brains over brawns’
I really have hatred toward most women probably thanks to my ex-girlfriend. I also don’t have a good outlook on my own gender, because I know what we all think about. I must admit I am rather protective and possessive of my little sister, although deny to anyone that I really care about her all that much. I don’t like letting her out of my sight and I certainly don’t like the thought of her having a boyfriend. If somehow you do become my friend, you might notice my protective side toward you as well; though it’s unlikely we’ll become anything more than enemies. I have an extremely hard time trusting anyone, so if I make a deal with you it’s usually because it will benefit me or I’ll probably double-cross you in the end.
It's a bit particular...
-I am German, Russian, and American. I was born in the United States and never learned Russian from my mother, nor German from my father quite obviously seeing as I never met him.
-I am EXTREMELY HOMOPHOBIC… It doesn’t matter if you joke about it, or really are. I’ll freak out and you’ll wish you hadn’t said anything about faggots.
I fancy
-Women [For the sex ]
-Fighting
-Pissing People off
-Sleep
-Dogs
-Food
-Football
-When people listen to me
-The Night
-Bars
-The City
I detest
-Ridiculous Pet/nicknames… Like Danny.
-Faggots
-People who judge my masculinity
-People who try to insult me
-Overly Happy people
-People who have a seemingly better life than me
-People in General, especially Women
-Alcohol
When I'm not busy, I enjoy...
I suppose you could call fighting and watching/playing football a hobby of mine. Even if fighting can get me into trouble and I don’t get to play football much. I also like to hang around bars, though most times I don’t drink. I more just hang around the area looking for drunken sluts. If you do catch me drinking that’s usually a bad sign and I’d advise you to stay away.
You can't beat me,
Seeing as I am a meister, I do have abilities that come with being one. For example I am able to channel my soul wavelength through my body without even having to use a weapon. I have used this ability to temporarily paralyze my opponent, harm them internally, or if used on weapons I can use it to even force them into their weapon form. However other than that I do not have very much power to be able to see soul wavelengths. I can see them enough to tell what type of soul they possess [pure/pre-kishin/witch/ect] but I cannot estimate the strength of another’s soul.
Along with those abilities I am also skilled at close combat whether it be with or without a weapon, that’s probably thanks to all the bar fights I have gotten myself into.
Your soul tells me you're...
Arrogant, Stubborn, Domineering
Anything else, well...
I tend to be quite the womanizer at times, mainly for the reason that I have no respect for the majority or women and just like to get what I want. I have no interest in serious dating, and usually dating with me lasts no longer than a few hours in an evening.
With that taken care of, anything else you'd like to share?
In addition...
Quick sketch of K’Dee and I. And Ignore the Kishin eye on my little sister… she’s not that badass.
The beat of my soul is...
Getting Away With Murder – Papa Roach
My Own Little World – Celldweller
Hunt You Down – Saliva
On My Own – Three Days Grace
Played By:
II Sinnor Roberts II
