(Whoops being racist to my own damn character with the title. IT WAS THE ONLY THING I COULD THINK OF)

Yuki Yoshida, age 23, lives an average life in an apartment alone. He has an average job, but in his freetime he plays the guitar, dreaming of a day when he can get out of his boring life, and become a musician.

The japanese man stood at 5'11'' and had black hair, short in the back with long bangs in the front, parted on his right so the left side of his face had most of the jaw-length 'fringe'. He had sweet, sort of innocent looking dark brown eyes, but he often wore bright blue contacts when he wanted to look more 'J-rockish' than normal, or just to stand out more, from his usual semi boring appearance. He looked almost 100% asian, but there were subtle hints of other races in him, as his eyes were a bit rounder, bit bigger.Or maybe that was just the makeup he wore to try to make his eyes stand out, especially when he wore previously mentioned blue contact lenses.

He dressed normally, black band t-shirt and a pair of old jeans, barefoot at this moment in time as he sat in his bedroom of his apartment, tuning his guitar, but when he was out and about he wore sneakers, and actually had a wide color variation of them. Black, purple, blue, green..It was a bit girly how many shoes this man had.

His pride and joy was his guitar, though..Now, I'm no music expert so I can't give you the thing's exact model, but he owned two different guitars, one electric and one acoustic, he preferred the electric ,much to the dislike of his neighbours at times, except for maybe one of them..

Back tot he subject of the guitar.
The main body of it was black, with a custom design of two white feathered wings on it's back, and stars on the front. But in the light, the thing glittered. The black glittered deep blue and the white had silver.I'm not quite sure what the wood of the neck is called--what a failure I am--but it was light yellowy tan, with it's fret markers all in solid black, and the head was also black. The back also had 'Tsubasa' in cursive and in japanese in silver paint on the back, both in his own handwriting, that being the guitar's name.Tsubasa was his baby, obvious by how beautiful the thing was.

Yuki finished tuning the guitar--the acoustic, not Tsubasa-- and began to practice on it, now sitting on his bed with his back flush to the wall, which was right against the neighbouring apartment. He seemed to be trying to figure out a song, or trying to remember a song he had heard before, but whatever the case he seemed to be having quite a bit of fun, all alone in his room with his guitar..Daydreaming of, well, his dream.In fact..He got so in deep daydreaming that he didn't even realize how loud his guitar was..

(Okay, is that open enough? o-o;; HOLY SHIT I HAVE TO MANUAL COPY PASTE THIS AND GET TO BED OH MY GOD IT'S 11)

Keifer Arwel and his brother Acedia started a band named Flaming Rubies when they were twelve. He became the singer and Acedia became the drummer. Keifer's now nineteen and the band is still going strong. Well...it was until he got into a fist fight with their guitarist. Now he needs to find a new one.

Keifer has dark orange hair and naturally gold eyes. He, however, uses red contacts. He normally wears button down shirts so he can leave them open. He hates having his shirt closed. He's also quite tall, being around six feet two inches.

...But back to his current situation. He and the old guitarist had always had issues but they'd finally reached the point of physical violence. And now he needed a new one. And had no idea where to look.

Sighing, he let himself into his room and pauses. There was someone playing guitar next door, or nearby. He perks up. Maybe this was a sign. He listens for a moment, debating what to do.

(Ack. There. Posted. -nods-)

(Oh great I hate typing way too much and feeling like pretentious bastard with the giant paragraphs. D: )

Yuki was never really 'professionally' taught guitar, only taught by his father, books, and later on, the internet. He didn't want to go to college for music because he wanted to avoid all of the stuck up music nerds who criticsize every damn thing and forget to just ENJOY the music.So without this kind of trining he wasn't perfect, but he was pretty damn good.

The asian man had spent the first half of his life in Japan, and the last half or so(23 is kind of awkward to turn into halves, after all) of his life in America, so he had no real accent at all, but with his parents he often chose to speak in his first language, and he kept in contact with friends back in his homeland, and even wrote his diaries--yes hee was manly enough to admit that it was in fact a diary, or girly enough, your choice--In full japanese sometimes, mostly for his secrets he truly wanted to keep secrets, in case a guest or maybe a future roommate found it.

But otherwise, unless he said it, you could assume he was born in the US.

He continued to play, seeming to actually be playing a song now, as if he had remembered it, or had figured out what sounded good, instead of the previous playings of random bits of music that didn't match up.

(I tried to match you! D: )

Keifer thinks for a moment, then realizes he didn't remember having a next door neighbor. He snorts and slips back out of his room.

He walks over to the room next to his and listens. Deciding that's where the music was coming from, he knocked on the door. He hums Hero by Skillet to himself while waiting. He also runs a hand through his hair, trying to fix it. He rolls his eyes when it lands back over his eyes.

The young man stopped playing and put dwon his guitar, almost knocking over is music stand in his room as he ran out of his bedroom to open the door.

Once the door was opened he raised an eyebrow at teh slightly taller man in front of him. "Oh..Hi.Was I..Playing too loud?I'm sorry, I had completely frogotten there was someone living behind that particular wall!I'll make sure to play quieter..I get kind of loud when Im daydreaming." The man chuckled and nervously scratched the back of his head.

Keifer shakes his head. "Nah. I've heard louder." He chuckles at that. "But it made me realize, I didn't realize I had a neighbor. So I'm being friendly. Name's Keifer. Keifer Arwel." He holds out a hand to shake.

(Gah. Keifer's weird.)

"Ah..I'm Yuki. Yuki Yoshida." Yuki smiled and shook Keifer's hand. "Nice to meet you..I haven't lived here long, so it's understandable.."

"So.." He said, trying to think of something to chitchat about with his neighbour. "..What do you do for a living?I'm..Boring. Never went to college, so I just have a boring little pathetic job in a coffee shop.."

Keifer gestures to his shirt, which is a sliced t-shirt with his band's name on it. "I'm in a band." He shrugs. "Started it when I was twelve." He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. "My only issue is the fact that my temper made us lose our guitarist."

"Oh wow, you started young..Oh man, that sucks.Especially if he was your friend or something too.I've wanted to get into a band for a while now, but nothing's ever some up to me..I.. Guess that might be because I'm so..Passive. I just let things come to me, instead of me coming to them, so sometimes that screws me over." He laughed.

Keifer shrugs. "We never really got along. My brother liked him though." He pauses for a moment, thinking. "You wanna take his place?" He doesn't seem fazed by the way he put that. He fiddles with a string on his shirt while he waits for Yuki to decide.

"I-I.." Yuki stuttered, looking shocked and amazed that Kiefer would even suggest that. "I-I would love to!I mean, if you think I'm good enough..I-if I'm not, I can improve!I'm always willing to improve!" The asian man said, looking as excited as a kid who's just been told they're going to disneyland for their birthday.

Keifer shrugs. "Hey, I don't expect perfect. If you can hit note and not sound like a dying cat you're in." He shudders. "One of the guys we tried to get before our ex-dickwad sounded like a dying cat. It was horrible."

Yuki laughed. "My guitar doesn't sound like a dying cat, neither does my singng voice.Although my acoustic used to get the bees-in-ths-guitar noise, back when I was still learning..So, when can I demonstrate for you and the rest of the band?I'm good on weekends, since I still have my boring day job."

(The 'bees in the guitar' noise is when you don't press down on the strings hard enough OR get a fingernail in teh way. 8D my guitar Orion is still afflicted by this because I suck.)

Keifer thinks for a minute. "This weekend works for me. My brother should be back by then and if I didn't include him he'd gripe at me." He nods. "Do you want me to come get you, or just give you directions?"

"Ah, Coming to get me would be great.I don't have a car, and I don't know how far away it it so I might have to walk across the city, only to find out I got lost because I took a wrong turn..I kind of have a bad sense of direction." Yuki laughed nervously. "Plus I'd rather not carry Tsubasa through the city, he could get hurt or something.."

Keifer nods. "Makes sense. So I'll be here around noon on Saturday. That work for you?" He pulls out his phone to make a note of that. "Don't want to space on that...So I'll set a reminder."

"Alright, I'll also try to not space, and not take my shower and stuff in time." He laughed. "See you then!" He closed the door and excitedly rushed back into his bedroom, wehre he wrote a reminder on his calendar, computer's calendar, phone's calendar..everything he could put it on.

Keifer chuckles and goes back into his room. He calls his brother, due to being to lazy to text him. "Ace. I found us a replacement for Cadence. I think he'll work." He then listens to his brother.

"Is that Kiefer?What's he want now?" another oyung man on the other sideof the phone said in a joking manner. His name was Icarus Aurelious(I might have spelt that wrong. D: It'll be right in my next posts!) and he was the band's bassist.

If not made obvious by his name, his appearance confirmed that one if not both of his parents were most likely Greek. He had light olive skin, lightly tanned, gorgeous blue eyes and short blonde hair. He wore a white, slightly form-fitting custom t-shirt with the words 'I'll fly until my wings melt' on the front, and a picture of feathered wings on the back, dripping the melted wax that held them together, both referencing to the mythology behind the first person to have his name, a man in greek mythology named Icarus, who wore wings of wax and feathers and flew close to the sun, melting his wings and plummeting him to his death.

(I swear. I keep writing this and my session ends. So I'll do it now. ...Again.)

Acedia glances at him. "He says he has a new guitarist for us. He'd better be right, seeing how this whole ordeal is his stupid fault." He shakes his head.

Acedia is Keifer's younger brother but they look nothing alike. Acedia has short black hair, dyed red at the top. He does have the same red contacts as Keifer, though. He's very pale and it wearing a plain button down white shirt. He also has a few piercings, snake bites in his lower lip, ears and his tongue. He doesn't have any tattoos, though.

(Shureee. c; )

"Really?That's great!We can finally stop worrying if we'll ever get a main guitarist again." Icarus laughed. "As long as his guitar doesn't sound like a dying cat I'm great with whoever he is."

(Gah short)

Acedia shudders. "Oh god. We're not even going there. I was so happy we found Cadence, just so we didn't have to hear dying cat man." He rolls his eyes.

"I still have that recording, I listen to it when I'm not feeling confident in my musical abilities..Or if I need cheering up, I thought it was hilarious." Icarus laughed. "I hope the new guitarist is cute.Ask Kiefer what he looks like!" The young man said, fiddling one of the silver, tab-like earrings on his ears, he had two on each, one in the normal placing for earrings in the center of the lobe and one slightly higher.

"You should burn it," Ace comments, yawning. He was the laziest person in the band, he'd do what he needed, but he'd do it slowly. "I do hope my doofus of a brother picked a good person." He clicks his tongue piercing against his teeth a few times. "Or I may have to slap him."

"What, onto a CD so you can have it?It's on my computer." Icarus laughed. "Like you'd do that, you'd probably procrastinate and say you'd slap him tomorrow everytime I ask why you haven't yet." The blonde teased.