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Roman Sionis
21 May 2010 @ 08:30 pm
The How's My Driving? Meme
 
 
Roman Sionis
20 May 2010 @ 06:38 pm
PLEASE EXCUSE THE UGLY JOURNAL LAYOUT- I SCREWED UP THE CODING AND AM IN THE PROCESS OF FIXING IT. YEP.

EDIT: ALSO EXCUSE THE LACK OF ICONS AND THE RANDOM-ASS ONES I HAVE UP RIGHT NOW. I need to renew the account.
 
 
 
Roman Sionis
A shiny list of Roman's posts, separated by community and in order from oldest on the top to newest on the bottom. In parentheses are the characters involved in the thread/post/whatevs. Does... that make sense?

Anything with three stars *** next to it indicates that, while Roman's not directly involved, it still pertains to him in some way (sometimes it's just a mention or something, like in Yogi's post, for instance)

If you need information for some reason on a locked post, feel free to PM me and lemme know.

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Roman Sionis
02 October 2009 @ 06:09 pm
Think I rock? Hooray. Think I suck? B'aw. Whatever you wanna say about how I'm playin' dear ol' Roman, just put it right 'ere. 8D

Anon is on, IP logging is off (even if it's not, I don't fucking know how to track an IP, ffff0, and comments will be screened, dudes.
 
 
 
Roman Sionis
29 September 2009 @ 03:46 pm
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Character Name: Roman Sionis (the Black Mask)
Series/Fandom: DC Comics
Original or Alternate: Original (Canon Point: Right before Catwoman v2 #52; happenings in the Man-Bat miniseries are excluded because I said so.)
Age: 39

Overall Info Rating: PG-13 - NC17.
Death: Check with me first; I'm pretty lenient when it comes to bodily harm concerning my character.
Smut: I'm not super-comfortable writing smut from a male POV, but, hell, if it's for the plot, I can manage it semi-acceptably.
Yaoi - Het - Yuri: Roman loves boobs and vaginas. Sorry, dudes.

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Roman Sionis
16 September 2009 @ 10:32 pm

            The man chained to the wall of his basement was named Daniel Goodman. Business associate. Tried to cheat Roman out of some money. Alright, let's not lie- not some, money, lots of money.

            For all the gall he'd shown in that matter, though, he'd sure conked out pretty damn fast.

            "Hey, Daniel. Dan. Danny. Danny-boy. Really? Are you really gonna try to pull that shit with me?" Prodding at the man's limp form, Roman sighed heavily, shaking his head, moving off to another section of the basement. The sound of running water was heard, and when he came back he was holding a bucket full of water. "Wake up, Danny-boy! It's time for school!"

            The man came to as the icy water was splashed onto his face, blinking and gasping.

            "D'you have any manners, there, Dan? Any idea of social niceties? I mean- christ! I invite you over for a nice, relaxing dinner, a couple'a drinks- even let you bring your wife along-" (Her body sat, slumped and tied in a chair, facing where Daniel was hanging) "and this is how you treat me? You show your thanks by trying to take a nap? Better brush up on your etiquette skills. Not everyone's as nice as I am, y'know."

            While he was talking, Roman had wandered over to a nearby table, which has his various "instruments" strewn on top of it. Running a hand along the gallery of items, he picked up a claw hammer, weighing it consideringly in his hand, turning back to Daniel and holding it up. "Well, whaddaya think? You like this one?"

            The panicked widening of his eyes and frantic shaking of his head, accompanied with a bit of, "Please no no please no why please no god please no no no" suggested that he wasn't partial to this idea.

            "Well, hey- that's alright! Hammer's not to everyones' taste, I understand." Turning back around, he replaced the hammer to its original position on the table, pausing for a moment before picking up a heavy looking pair of kitchen shears. Snapping them open and closed once, he smiled at Daniel (although it was hard to tell when he was smiling or not, thanks to the mask), holding them up. "Aren't they pretty?"

            Daniel's opinion was this time expressed in the form of a hoarse, low moan of dread.

            "Bought 'em from one of those 'only available on tv' call-in ads. I know, I know- shouldn't fall for those things. But they said that these babies can cut through metal- figured they'd be useful for my, ahem, nobler purposes. So I bought 'em. And they better work like a fucking dream, or I'll be a bit cheesed off. I mean, c'mon- I paid thirty-odd bucks for the damn things, not to mention shipping."