Post by eorekka on Apr 22, 2011 23:17:30 GMT -5
About you
Nickname/Alias: Eorekka
Age: 21
Other Characters You Have: None yet
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About your Character:
Name: Cross McGaven
Alias (If applicable): Rat
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Origins: Italian
Appearance: Wearing nothing but patched up hand-me-downs and rags, Cross always looks rather ready for cold nights. He’s got fingerless gloves like any hobo, an old hat and a faded yellow scarf tucked inside the high collar of his heavy leather trench. His soot-black hair is due for a trim, usually lying over his right eye. On the left side, he has a white patch that’s due to the scar running out of his hairline and under his eye. Cross is always carrying around his guitar as well, latched to his back or in his hands; a tune seems to follow him wherever he goes.
Personality: Cross is a carefree spirit, dancing the streets and seeming to catch a beat from even the oddest of noises. Your typical street-rat, he steals and seems to have gotten himself into a conning business in order to survive the harsh life of being a nobody. He is very capable of being a dick and he seems to not care too much for the common man, more wrapped up in playing tunes for the flowers and animals.
Strengths (list at least 2-3, you can add more if you’d like): He’s strong willed, persistent and passive.
Weaknesses (list 2-3, you can add more if you’d like): Very sensitive, lacking self-confidence and knowledge.
History: Cross was always an orphan from what he can remember, growing up with nothing but a guitar strapped to his back. He doesn’t know where it came from, or remember picking it up, but it’s what drives him still today. His history repeats itself with stealing, almost getting caught and barely evading security, that kind of thing.
Family: The sewer rats and alley rats are his family, the little disease ridden rodents gathering at his feet when he returns home to his den of hobo-ness.
Additional Info: Cross is defenseless in a fight, and manages to slither out of almost any situation. So basically, he’s a pussy.
RP Example/Introductory Post (Give us an idea of your writing style and your character in RP): In the old cobblestone streets of London, just as the sun was nestling behind the mountains for the night, a young man emerged from the back alley to press his back into the wall, holding himself up on an old trashed guitar. The sun seemed to suck all the heat with it, Cross removing his mitted hand from his mouth to watch his breath take form in the bitter cold. His eyes traveled about the road as horse driven carriages made their way down the streets, finding joy in the simple sound of a horses hoof dropping into a puddle, or a squeaky wagon wheel.
Nickname/Alias: Eorekka
Age: 21
Other Characters You Have: None yet
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About your Character:
Name: Cross McGaven
Alias (If applicable): Rat
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Origins: Italian
Appearance: Wearing nothing but patched up hand-me-downs and rags, Cross always looks rather ready for cold nights. He’s got fingerless gloves like any hobo, an old hat and a faded yellow scarf tucked inside the high collar of his heavy leather trench. His soot-black hair is due for a trim, usually lying over his right eye. On the left side, he has a white patch that’s due to the scar running out of his hairline and under his eye. Cross is always carrying around his guitar as well, latched to his back or in his hands; a tune seems to follow him wherever he goes.
Personality: Cross is a carefree spirit, dancing the streets and seeming to catch a beat from even the oddest of noises. Your typical street-rat, he steals and seems to have gotten himself into a conning business in order to survive the harsh life of being a nobody. He is very capable of being a dick and he seems to not care too much for the common man, more wrapped up in playing tunes for the flowers and animals.
Strengths (list at least 2-3, you can add more if you’d like): He’s strong willed, persistent and passive.
Weaknesses (list 2-3, you can add more if you’d like): Very sensitive, lacking self-confidence and knowledge.
History: Cross was always an orphan from what he can remember, growing up with nothing but a guitar strapped to his back. He doesn’t know where it came from, or remember picking it up, but it’s what drives him still today. His history repeats itself with stealing, almost getting caught and barely evading security, that kind of thing.
Family: The sewer rats and alley rats are his family, the little disease ridden rodents gathering at his feet when he returns home to his den of hobo-ness.
Additional Info: Cross is defenseless in a fight, and manages to slither out of almost any situation. So basically, he’s a pussy.
RP Example/Introductory Post (Give us an idea of your writing style and your character in RP): In the old cobblestone streets of London, just as the sun was nestling behind the mountains for the night, a young man emerged from the back alley to press his back into the wall, holding himself up on an old trashed guitar. The sun seemed to suck all the heat with it, Cross removing his mitted hand from his mouth to watch his breath take form in the bitter cold. His eyes traveled about the road as horse driven carriages made their way down the streets, finding joy in the simple sound of a horses hoof dropping into a puddle, or a squeaky wagon wheel.