Welcome to my RP. This is about a young band trying to become big in Japan. But many problems pop up. Like Parents, money, sex, love... and rival bands.

What I need.

10 members firstly. 5 for each of the two bands.

First band Is called X Minor
Second is yet to be decided. I'll let the other people of the bamd other band decide the name.

After the bands are filled up. Other people may join to become anyone that miht make an impact on the band members lives. AKA: Parents, Fans, lovers so on so on.

X- Minor:

Singer: Okutai (Me)
Guitarist: Sakura 'Chan' Suzuki
Guitarist: Koji Yamato
Bassist: Leiko Ambrosio-Nakamura
Drummer:

The Ale House:

Singer: Tien "Sunnie" Huang
Guitarist: Warren Keith Patrick McCue
Guitarist:
Bsssist:
Drummer:
Keyboardist/Screamer: Jack Gray

Name: Okutai Ozyer

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Band and what role: X-Minor and Singer

Appearance: Tall, Broad shouldered and has longblack hair that is wavy at the ends. His hair is black with light blue highlights. His hair is always looked after and clean. His style changes everyday if he can. He wears whatever suits him. He wears VK style clothing on stage. ( Search Gazette, Dir en Grey OR Malice Mizer type of clothing)

Personality: Always happy, freindly, hyper and mad. And a pervert. Will always try to make others laugh. He aways keeps his emotions inside and helps others out. He has a deep voice , but can make it hard or softer sounding compared to the songs he sings.

Name: Sakura 'Chan' Suzuki

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Band and what role: X-Minor/Guitarist

Appearance: 5'2, She's underweight since she has a high metabolism. She is part Japaneses(father), part Russian(mother). She has thin straight black hair with natural brown highlights, usually wears it down. dark brown eyes, although she usually wears contacts she'll sometimes where glasses. She is loves to dress in Cosplay clothes dresses, mostly Lolita dresses (looks kinda like this: http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c306/ ... c_1_bl.jpg)

Personality: She tends to be a bit childish, is usually hyper and usually has positive effect on people around her, although she will be serious when there is a real problem between the group members or at home. She has somewhat a higher pitched voice, she bilingual (speaks English, Japanese, and knows Chinese swearwords), she has a giant crush on Okutai, She also idolizes Maakii from HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR.

Nah. Having a crush on him is better. Opens more posibilities =D

Name: Scott Norris
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Band and what role: X-Minor/Drummer

Appearance: Since he spends most of his time either behind his drum rig or out of the public eye, Scott is rarely too concerned about how he looks. He washes his hair about once a fortnight, and considering that it's been growing steadily since he was seventeen and left school, it's almost always greasy and unkempt. It's usually black, but he's been known to dye it almost every colour under the sun, even pink once in support of a breast cancer charity movement. On-stage, he favours a black, tight T-shirt - much like a muscle shirt people use to show off their physiques, even if it doesn't quite work with his wiry build - and black jeans cut off at about mid-shin level, and will usually just throw on a coat if it gets cold. One ever-present detail are his black boots, a pair he took from his father when he outgrew them, and so they're incredibly battered.

Personality: An American army brat, Scott was born in Indiana but has lived in Eastern Asia since the age of about four, so he's a naturalised resident of Japan. He took up the drums in school at fourteen, and dropped out when he was sixteen to play with Mancubus, a heavy metal band that had some limited success; it helped that Scott's drumming - described by Metal Hammer magazine once as being "Keith Moon on speed" - was one of the best things about it, and so he's known to a small amount of fans. He's also a tremendous stoner and drinker, and has happily played alternately while wasted and while stoned; when he's stoned, his drumming is far less frantic than usual, and the effect is so pronounced that fans have been able to tell what he's been doing backstage by his performance. Despite this, he's completely against the use of intravenous drugs - heroin, speed and such - mostly because of the risk of infections. He's written a couple of pieces, but within X-Minor his role is comparatively small, such that he's protested more than once about how little he's used. He'll also refer to just about everything as "douchebag" - positively and negatively.

Good to have you on board mate. Like your character.

You're in. Nice profile. I'll be looking forward to RP.

Why not, seems like it might be a fun. You've dragged me in at least for a test run. This could be either something horribly fun or extremely painful, let's hope it's the former.

Name: Warren Keith Patrick McCue

Age: 19

Nationality: American

Gender: Male

Goals: Bettering his writing skills, both musically and in classical form, and training

Band and what role: The Ale House -Cynic; Oh, you meant musically! Lead Guitar

Physical Appearance: Warren is very clearly American, at least as the main populace around him. His hair is dark brown to the point it is almost black, but in the proper lighting the reddish brown and golden brown tints of it show. His face is somewhat round, (though not to the point he seems fat) and his eyes are a dazzling blue that few other people (including other blue eyed people) could boast of in the depth of its tint, though his eyes change with his emotions. His smile is not perfect, but not ugly either, and he has a very dimpled face.

He has broad shoulders, stands around five and eleven inches to six feet, and is built fairly stockily, though it does not look bad upon him. His feet and hands are not grotesquely big, but as one would expect with his height, bigger than many others. Though he tends to shave very often (sometimes twice a day) his facial hair grows very quickly.

Typical Clothing: Warren has always wore what was comfortable for him, and since his move from the southwest united states to Japan, he has shifted from the clothes he might have considered comfortable before to cargo jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters, almost always in the color of midnight blue. His favorite pair of tennis shoes are black, and his favorite sweater likewise is black. Though it looks likely tacky, the youth also sports three necklaces upon his neck, one with the mandarin sign for the snake, one with a stylistic western dragon (though curled like an eastern one), and one a symbol silver cross with latin inscribed into it.

Personality: Calling Warren complex would be an understatement. Born from a family which has the genetic coding for Bipolar disorder, Warren's emotions often switch from fairly friendly and nice (almost even jovial) to impossibly angry and cynical. He has little stock in other people as far as trust goes, and does not make friends easy when not trying his hardest. He often gets depressed, and rarely shows this.

He has a hero complex, though not in the sense he thinks he's the hero of the story, more so in the sense that he thinks he's got to help those who he cares about, and those who need help and aren't simply asking for it because they don't want to help themselves. He's long since been a practicer of chivalry, and because he is currently living in a country which he has wished to live in all his life, the Irish-German American youth is often amused by things, even wondering at things. This is limited to classical Japanese culture, he tends to get a giggle or two at the 'pop' scene, even though he was recruited on his first night in Japan by a manager looking to start a band, because of his skill with a Guitar. (He was playing in a bar simply for fun, after asking permission from the owner to do so.)

Great having you on board mate! I hope it goes well too.

Well. We can start now if you wish. And we can recruit more people while we Roleplay.

IC: Okutai was walking down the hallway. A huge grin on his face, he was looking forward to meeting his two new co partners of his new band X-Minor. He looked on his paper again. Sakura and Scott. This'll be fun His grin got to the point of almost smplitting his face into two. He turned a corner and pressed the lift button while waitign for the lift. He had hired a room in a building for his meet up. He started humming as the lift door opened. Floor 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. The lift doors opened and he stepped out and turned left.

As he neared the room his mind kept wandering of who his members would be like. His Bright Light blue/Cyan highlights reflected off the sun that was gazzing through the windows. He had put on his Black shirt with a pair of balck jeans on, with some boots to match. His shirt was open from the second button down on his top, that allowed the top of his muscles to sightly show when the wind rustled his clothes.

This will be fun. He opened the door.

She sat at the table, tapping her fingers against the surface waiting to see their lead singer. She looked over to the guy who was waiting on the same thing, they must have been early or something. She yawned a little, he didn't say a word as did she. She pulled out her mirror to make sure she didn't look like a complete weirdo, she looked like some type of maid today, perhaps the guy thought she was a complete nut job, didn't matter they would get use to one another.

She put her compact mirror away and looked at the clock, "so..are you excited?" she finally asked him.

"So...are you excited?"

Despite being a "professional" drummer for almost a decade, Scott was, at heart, a fairly insecure person, and he'd always masked his nerviness by getting high. Unsurprisingly he was high now, having broken into his double-secret stash - the one marked "Serious Stress Only" that he kept inside his drum rig at home - and barely heard Sakura speaking. Leaning back in the comfy chair and slamming his boots onto the surface of the table, he looked over at the petite guitarist.

"Excited?" Scott slurred, shrugging lazily. "Sure, I guess." He was fiddling with one of the drumsticks he'd spirited out of nowhere - out of his sleeves, more accurately - and began to tap out a beat on the table. "They got some drums 'round here? Or a fridge?" he continued, talking more to himself than to Sakura. "I got the fuckin' munchies." He started to hit the table harder - a keener ear than Sakura's might have recognised it as being the intro to YYZ - and flicked his fringe out of his eyes. "Man, where the fuck is this douchebag?" He looked up at the clock, not really seeing it, and started to pat himself down with his free hand, looking for something to eat in his coat.

"You 'cited too?" he drawled, eyes now half closed.

Sakura she watched the guy looking in his coat for something and remembered her purse usually contained food, "I have Lotte Toppo" she said grabbing her purse from the floor and looking a little bit and bring out a tiny box of it, and sliding it across the table to him. "yeah, I'm nervous and excited. I've never shared my guitar skills with anyone but my family" she said she put her purse back down and looked back at the clock, "you seem to be a better drummer then my brother, He decided that drumming with his sister wasn't much fun anymore and got hitched" she said, she wasn't sure why she was sharing this with him, she didn't know his name. "I'm Sakura Chan" she introduced her self, looking at Scott she smiled.

Perhaps another five minutes passed and the door creak open, "hello" she smiled toward who ever was at the door.

Very snug in her winter parka, yes, the one with the fur-accented hood, Sunnie idly twitters the ink pen in and out between her fingers. Whether she was waiting, thus bored, or conjuring up lyrics in that strange head of hers, you wouldn’t quite know unless you asked.
She had left the lights dim in the studio considering she was the only soul occupying it. Lists and lists were scrolling down in her mind – what they needed, what should come out, how they were gonna do it; they, they, they. Never she, just they ‘cause there’s no “I” in T-E-A-M obviously. Being outwardly laidback, one to “go with the flow” was a natural catalyst for being taken advantage. So with this, she knew when to the leader and initiative in the creative circle called a band.
For a moment, Sunnie perked up realizing that she would have a visitor soon. Settling back into the leather chair at the moment she realizes that it wouldn’t be for more than an hour or so. Wallowing in the absence of life in the room, she ventured out of the sound-proof studio into the cool, marble-tiled corridor. The flush of light into her almond eyes immediately disoriented her, making her eyes slit against the luminosity.

Opening one eye, Scott slammed his free hand down on the little box, picking it up between his pinky and ring.

"Lotte Toppo? The fuck is this?" he growled, flicking the box back onto the table. "I know I got some goddamn candy in here..."

Ignoring his mumbled expletives, the girl answered his first question. "Yeah, I'm nervous and excited. I've never shared my guitar skills with anyone but my family." Scott snorted, debating whether or not to make fun of her for not having the courage to play properly and deciding against it - sure, she looked young, but fucking groupies only went so far for a man - choosing instead to grunt some form of positive reaction. Watching him continue to drum on the tabletop, she spoke up again.

"You seem to be a better drummer than my brother. He decided that drumming with his sister wasn't much fun any more and got hitched."

"Tool," thought Scott, producing a second drumstick and stepping up the tempo of his drumming. The lack of a reply didn't deter the girl, who piped up "I'm Sakura Chan." Looking up properly, Scott raised a hand. "Scott Norris, Indiana's own. I'd get up, but fuck that," he said, biting on one of his sticks. "And we've officially been waiting here too long. Ten minutes, and I'm outta here."

Less than five later, though - or one drums-only version of the Trooper - the door squeaked open. Scott heard Sakura greet whoever had just come in, and pocketed his sticks, swinging his feet off the table.

Sleep patterns ever sporadic, Warren was both an night owl and an early bird, depending on his mood. Sometimes he couldn't sleep until the sun was coming up, and other times he got tired at the beginning of eight o'clock. Last night had been a bit of both, sleeping at ten and waking up at two, staring blankly at the digital clock in the room that they had arranged for him to have, in this annoyingly crowded yet sparse apartment building.

He had nodded off at about five twenty eight o'clock, and he woke now, late into the day, after twelve o'clock, which is when his new 'manager' had asked him to be at that studio on the card, so he could meet up with his new band mates. He didn't like the idea of it, really, a band named "The Ale House" which included an Irish American, but he chuckled it off as he yawned, double checking the clock, and hopped in that annoyingly small shower of the apartment, changing into a maroon t-shirt with the words "Dr Pepper" in white upon it. Not worn, but not new, the shirt would still stick out. He picked up a pair of those cargo pants/jeans he so favored, they seemed clean.

Socks, shoes, under clothes, belt, hoodie, and he was out the door, his hair not combed, and sticking up every which way, seeming very much like a lion's mane, especially with the tints which shone in the lights above him. He ran, almost running into a few people, with his guitar on his back, held by a carrying case that resembled a backpack.

With every step, his necklaces dangled against each other, and he quickly was out of the building (he had used the stairs because he figured the six flights would be good for him and because he was way too impatient to wait for the elevator, and in no mood to have to push through people who would likely give him a look and whisper about if his eyes were contacts or not.

He continued this heated, heavy, insaneman's run for a good three blocks, before he ended up at the studio, shuffling in and smiling at the single secretary who was there before running to the room where he had been told to meet everyone, knocking once and opening the door before sliding in.

"Anyone here?"

His accent made it obvious he was a Gaijin.

Sunnie reorganized herself and her odd posture as she ascended back up the hall to the studio where she heard the new drummer’s question. Just the smallest tinge of nervousness came about her collected façade but quickly diminished with the readjustment of her necklace and its brass-knuckle pendant.
Her English came out perfect when she followed her visitor, though several steps behind, curling her hand over the door frame, “Now, this room isn’t so devoid.” Sunnie slips into the studio, standing in front of him with her hands deep in the pockets of her parka, “Warren?” she inquired with naught a matching expression.

It was obvious the two of them could both speak English, and more than fluent in Japanese as well, but this young man who had been recruited as a guitarist though this wasn't his dream had no reason to use either of them at the moment, finding a use of either as corny at this moment. He simply nodded, his face devoid of any real emotion.

"I am indeed Warren, and I'm also sorry I'm late. What about you? What's your name?"

He didn't seem overly enthusiastic, despite his quick speaking, but spoke quickly anyways as he had already told his brain that was the pace he needed to speak at, and he had not returned to 'normal American English' momentum.

“Tien Huang,” she answered, thick and full of Vietnamese. “Sunnie is easier, however.”
She slipped by into the leather swivel chair while making a nodding gesture for Warren to sit, as well. The first time in a while, she had to will herself to speak more. Not that she had social skills up to par but that she always let her actions speak louder than her tiny, dismal words. “I’ve heard demos... Several,” she started. “I’d like to see you play accordingly.”
With that, she turned to the soundboard, her fingertips gliding over an array of buttons, knobs, sliders, and switches but only to press one. Her actions began a song with her vocals and someone else’s guitar, bass, and drums. “This is just a small snippet,” she informed while letting the song play through its whole minute and a half. Sunnie turned to Warren after the music had dispersed. “Make it better. Just free-play, I know you can,” she instructed loosely, moving to the side from the soundboard after completely stripping the song of the original guitar. “Go for it.”

The Guitarist, who had formerly held it mostly as a hobby nodded and began, taking a breath before taking his precious guitar from its case, after taking his case from his back. The dark haired American chuckled, before going into it, getting a pick from his pocket and preparing to play.

From what he heard of this son, or the gist he got of the song, from listening to the singing of Sunnie already there, it was a song that would fit his original idea perfectly.

"Start it over." He said in English, but didn't even wait until it started, beginning to play a tune he thought fit perfectly, which began somewhere between what someone might call a celtic ballad and a Metallica song, which was not very different from either in the end, but it became darker, an almost death metal rift coming at points in the lyrics which were dark or vaguely such, and his eyes narrowing, hearing the beats that were there, hearing his own, trying to strain his inner ear to hear it all at once, in unison.

And when he was done, he had made it 'better' by tearing it down and building anew.

"So?"

"Hoi!" Okutai Greeted with a big grin as he entered the room. His eye's sweeped the room and landed on both the girl and the man. They both looked os out of place with each other. But then again. So did he.

"Sorry I'm late guys. Traffic." He winked. He looked around the room. it was wide and big room with windows goign along one side of the room, which looked over the sea. " It's pretty stuffy in here. Don'tcha think?" He walked over to the windows and opened them all.

"So. You must be Sakura" He winked at the girl, "And you Scott" He nodded at the man. He liked the set up so far. Unique. A stoner and a Gothic Lolita. " MY name is, as you probably already know , is Okutai. I'm gonna ut all the speech crap. And all the formalities. And do this..." He walked over to the girl and embraced her. And then moved to the man.