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Name: Rave (Haha, not really. |3 It’s Jason Sharpe. He just prefers people call him Rave. xD)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 10-1/2"
Weight: 137 lbs.
Instrument: Drums
Music Tastes: Rock, techno, drum & bass.
Street: Sky Street
Personality: Highly immature for his age, off-beat, and has an outstandingly short attention span (unless it comes to something he’s particularly interested in) which leads to his dislike for being confined or sitting still. Playful and laid-back, he’s a fun, if not oftentimes annoying, person to be around, and his mindset sometimes tends to rub off on people. He’s difficult to discourage, which can be both good and bad (most often bad), and can sometimes be particularly gullible. One word to describe him; spazz.
Animal Totem: Butterfly ( [link] [The symbol of change, joy, and color. Remind us that life is a dance and not to take things so seriously.])
Ability: Like others that hail from Sky Street, he has an amazing memory, high physical endurance, and is indeed a great smart-ass.
Story: Up until Rave was eight he lived with his mother. Everything was fine until a group of people turned murderous by the ZevPlague made their way to where he lived. He and his mother, along with several other families were driven into a nearby school for shelter, and eventually were forced into the back room; the chemistry lab. The barricade they had all put up was soon broken and the group of infected people swarmed in, overturning everything in their path, including a cupboard filled with jars and vials of various chemicals.
The glass on the case shattered, and the chemicals spilled and mixed, bubbling together and filling the room with a strange, acrid smoke. The smoke seeped into their lungs and bodies, killing over half of the people within minutes, including those who had been infected. Those who didn’t die right away were quickly found and rescued, but left with a horrible fever, which killed most of them later, including Rave’s mother.
He was one of the few that the fever didn’t kill, though it left him with asthma.
He doesn’t really remember much about when he was little, and he doesn’t try to, because he can honestly say he doesn’t care. The life he has now on Sky Street is, in his eyes, as good as it gets, and it would be stupid to dwell on what it used to be. The only thing he distinctly remembers from his childhood was a pleasant rhythmic pounding noise, which he later identified as drums (it’s possible his dad was around for a year or two when he was small, then left, since his dad played the drums). Playing the drums is one of the few things that he will sit still to do for any length of time.
Looks: To describe his clothing style in one word, I’d choose “loud”. He’s never found wearing anything other than clothes drowned in bright, neon colors. The reason for that and the streaks in his hair is just a compulsive desire to stand out.
He always wears several of those glowing bracelets in different colors, and a glowstick hanging around his neck. His gloves are fingerless and fishnet, for no real reason other than he says he feels “bare” without them (though they don’t cover much anyway, being made of fishnet. >__> ). Although his shirt is a dark sapphire blue, a right blue streak works its way around the collar, sleeves, and bottom hem of the shirt, as well as down the stitching on both sides. The white ‘X’ over his heart is nothing more than two strips of scotch tape he stuck on when he was bored. His baggy khaki pants have six neon loops, three on each leg. The top two are green, the middle two are blue, and the bottom two are pink. His shoes were plan black, until he spilled paint on one and decided to put it on the other as well (don’t ask me why he had bright blue paint. You probably won’t want to know).
His bag is a dark turquoise messenger bag, which is usually filled with sour candies, more glowsticks and bracelets, an mp3 player, and a jumble of notebooks and pencils, and has an assortment of small pins stuck on the strap. The only piercing he has is one on his left eyebrow. The silver band on his upper left ear is removable, but he never takes it off.
The only article of clothing/accessory he wears are his goggles, which simply serve to keep his hair mostly out of his face.
Along his arms and back are an assortment of tattoos, barely visible under normal light. They only clearly show under blacklight, because of the ink they were applied with--blacklight ink (the ink they stamp your hand with at Chuck E. Cheese's that only shows under the blacklight, to keep people from kidnapping children XD And thank you Dez for suggesting the blacklight ink tattoos!!! o3o ).
Because they're next to invisible in regular light, you wouldn't be able to see them in this picture anyway. :] Haha, so I'll do a separate deviation later so you can see what they look like.
Other:
* He dislikes being touched first. That is, if you go over and put your hand on his shoulder, he’d freak out. But if he went over to you and put his hand on your shoulder first, and then you put your hand on his, it’d be fine.
* Addicted to sugar, mostly sour candies. (haha, like Warheads. Everybody remembers Warheads, right? 8D)
* Has never actually been to a rave, but heard of them and began obsessing over them when he was a kid, partially because . Since he was eleven, he insisted everyone call him Rave instead of Jason. (Told you he was a spazz XD)
* He has arachibutyrophobia! 8D (If you know what that means, I love you). Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. It just pisses him off. XD
* He has asthma.
* He bites his nails when he's nervous or thinking about something important or serious.

Note: H-holy crap. ;A; So.......much......text. Forgive me, everyone. Please. *bangs head against keyboard* If there's still any confusion about anything after this, just ask me. =w=;;;;;;;;

Rave & Art(c)
Thista (c) &

The contest can be found here! Go check it out!! 8D [link]

Description

Name: Rave (Haha, not really. |3 It’s Jason Sharpe. He just prefers people call him Rave. xD)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 10-1/2"
Weight: 137 lbs.
Instrument: Drums
Music Tastes: Rock, techno, drum & bass.
Street: Sky Street
Personality: Highly immature for his age, off-beat, and has an outstandingly short attention span (unless it comes to something he’s particularly interested in) which leads to his dislike for being confined or sitting still. Playful and laid-back, he’s a fun, if not oftentimes annoying, person to be around, and his mindset sometimes tends to rub off on people. He’s difficult to discourage, which can be both good and bad (most often bad), and can sometimes be particularly gullible. One word to describe him; spazz.
Animal Totem: Butterfly ( [link] [The symbol of change, joy, and color. Remind us that life is a dance and not to take things so seriously.])
Ability: Like others that hail from Sky Street, he has an amazing memory, high physical endurance, and is indeed a great smart-ass.
Story: Up until Rave was eight he lived with his mother. Everything was fine until a group of people turned murderous by the ZevPlague made their way to where he lived. He and his mother, along with several other families were driven into a nearby school for shelter, and eventually were forced into the back room; the chemistry lab. The barricade they had all put up was soon broken and the group of infected people swarmed in, overturning everything in their path, including a cupboard filled with jars and vials of various chemicals.
The glass on the case shattered, and the chemicals spilled and mixed, bubbling together and filling the room with a strange, acrid smoke. The smoke seeped into their lungs and bodies, killing over half of the people within minutes, including those who had been infected. Those who didn’t die right away were quickly found and rescued, but left with a horrible fever, which killed most of them later, including Rave’s mother.
He was one of the few that the fever didn’t kill, though it left him with asthma.
He doesn’t really remember much about when he was little, and he doesn’t try to, because he can honestly say he doesn’t care. The life he has now on Sky Street is, in his eyes, as good as it gets, and it would be stupid to dwell on what it used to be. The only thing he distinctly remembers from his childhood was a pleasant rhythmic pounding noise, which he later identified as drums (it’s possible his dad was around for a year or two when he was small, then left, since his dad played the drums). Playing the drums is one of the few things that he will sit still to do for any length of time.
Looks: To describe his clothing style in one word, I’d choose “loud”. He’s never found wearing anything other than clothes drowned in bright, neon colors. The reason for that and the streaks in his hair is just a compulsive desire to stand out.
He always wears several of those glowing bracelets in different colors, and a glowstick hanging around his neck. His gloves are fingerless and fishnet, for no real reason other than he says he feels “bare” without them (though they don’t cover much anyway, being made of fishnet. >__> ). Although his shirt is a dark sapphire blue, a right blue streak works its way around the collar, sleeves, and bottom hem of the shirt, as well as down the stitching on both sides. The white ‘X’ over his heart is nothing more than two strips of scotch tape he stuck on when he was bored. His baggy khaki pants have six neon loops, three on each leg. The top two are green, the middle two are blue, and the bottom two are pink. His shoes were plan black, until he spilled paint on one and decided to put it on the other as well (don’t ask me why he had bright blue paint. You probably won’t want to know).
His bag is a dark turquoise messenger bag, which is usually filled with sour candies, more glowsticks and bracelets, an mp3 player, and a jumble of notebooks and pencils, and has an assortment of small pins stuck on the strap. The only piercing he has is one on his left eyebrow. The silver band on his upper left ear is removable, but he never takes it off.
The only article of clothing/accessory he wears are his goggles, which simply serve to keep his hair mostly out of his face.
Along his arms and back are an assortment of tattoos, barely visible under normal light. They only clearly show under blacklight, because of the ink they were applied with--blacklight ink (the ink they stamp your hand with at Chuck E. Cheese's that only shows under the blacklight, to keep people from kidnapping children XD And thank you Dez for suggesting the blacklight ink tattoos!!! o3o ).
Because they're next to invisible in regular light, you wouldn't be able to see them in this picture anyway. :] Haha, so I'll do a separate deviation later so you can see what they look like.
Other:
* He dislikes being touched first. That is, if you go over and put your hand on his shoulder, he’d freak out. But if he went over to you and put his hand on your shoulder first, and then you put your hand on his, it’d be fine.
* Addicted to sugar, mostly sour candies. (haha, like Warheads. Everybody remembers Warheads, right? 8D)
* Has never actually been to a rave, but heard of them and began obsessing over them when he was a kid, partially because . Since he was eleven, he insisted everyone call him Rave instead of Jason. (Told you he was a spazz XD)
* He has arachibutyrophobia! 8D (If you know what that means, I love you). Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. It just pisses him off. XD
* He has asthma.
* He bites his nails when he's nervous or thinking about something important or serious.

Note: H-holy crap. ;A; So.......much......text. Forgive me, everyone. Please. *bangs head against keyboard* If there's still any confusion about anything after this, just ask me. =w=;;;;;;;;

Rave & Art(c)
Thista (c) &

The contest can be found here! Go check it out!! 8D [link]