Post by v on Mar 20, 2006 20:31:16 GMT -5
Character's Name: Unknown
Name you want to be called: Emilie
Character’s Nickname: V
Race: Werewolf
Grade: 12
Age: 18
Birthday: October 16
History:
His father was cursed for trespassing over Myrinite waters, and though there seemed to be no immediate affect, V was recognized as a werewolf six years after his birth. As a boy he lived in an isolated house near the sea with his human parents until he joined a werewolf organization fighting the lycanthrope's prejudice to werewolves.
The rest of his memories are vague until the night the werewolves were ambushed and scattered; he managed to get away, his given name lost, and only the number on his dorm door as a nickname:
"V."
Important Relationships:
More years have passed than his face shows; and over time he has distanced himself from others.
Bram Ricklynn was the leader of the werewolf group he had joined; and though the movement was in vain, Bram and V stay in contact. Bram is like a replacement father-figure.
Mannerisms:
Rather quirky and mocking among strangers. Gestures alot while talking. Often messes with his hair and collar.
Fears/Dislikes:
Cars, small spaces, the ocean, and swimming.
Likes:
Old films, classical literature and music, ancient architecture.
Hobbies:
Fencing, watching and listening to nature.
Music:
Classical and Jazz.
Appearance:
Dark brown hair, high cheekbones, pale complexion and amber eyes. Tall, usually wearing long sleeves and gloves.
Personality:
Mysterious, lonely; quiet and shy. Though defiant and sarcastic with a quiet, striking temper. Outgoing among those he does not know well.
Sample RP intro:
He didn't know.
And it bothered him.
It always did.
The sun's fingers gently carresed the wrinkled sheets, trickling up the bed and over the pillows; the pillows which had been carelessly tossed from the headboard. Shadows still reached out from their place inside the folds of blankets. Reaching in vain, the rays easily diluted the foggy dredges of the night.
And so passed any pretense of sleep.
Deciding he had never been tired anyway, V straightened in his seat on the windowsill (having long since given up sleep in a bed), and fiddled with his collar; dawn light stinging his sensitive eyes.
Had it been so long since he had found time to watch the sun rise? Or wanted to. He frowned, turning away from the window.
He could almost feel the ocean sprays tickling his face.
And it made him sick.
He wanted to know, but he wanted to know many things.
At least the moon was gone, that face, that face; pale as his mother's, hanging so lazily in the heavy sky. Pushing him and singing to him; haunting siren melodies that kept him from sleeping.
It made him restless.
It made him want to run.
Chase old memories, chase the knowledge he was once so familiar with.
It made him want to hunt.
It made him want to know.
But he didn't.
Which made him hate it all the more.
Celebrity Playby; Jonathan Rhys-Meyers.
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Please contact me if any of the above information is unacceptable, I am willing to change it. I am rather uncomfortable giving all this character information point-blank; I kind of prefer to hint at the character's personality, mannerisms, etc through my writing and let the reader interpret.
Name you want to be called: Emilie
Character’s Nickname: V
Race: Werewolf
Grade: 12
Age: 18
Birthday: October 16
History:
His father was cursed for trespassing over Myrinite waters, and though there seemed to be no immediate affect, V was recognized as a werewolf six years after his birth. As a boy he lived in an isolated house near the sea with his human parents until he joined a werewolf organization fighting the lycanthrope's prejudice to werewolves.
The rest of his memories are vague until the night the werewolves were ambushed and scattered; he managed to get away, his given name lost, and only the number on his dorm door as a nickname:
"V."
Important Relationships:
More years have passed than his face shows; and over time he has distanced himself from others.
Bram Ricklynn was the leader of the werewolf group he had joined; and though the movement was in vain, Bram and V stay in contact. Bram is like a replacement father-figure.
Mannerisms:
Rather quirky and mocking among strangers. Gestures alot while talking. Often messes with his hair and collar.
Fears/Dislikes:
Cars, small spaces, the ocean, and swimming.
Likes:
Old films, classical literature and music, ancient architecture.
Hobbies:
Fencing, watching and listening to nature.
Music:
Classical and Jazz.
Appearance:
Dark brown hair, high cheekbones, pale complexion and amber eyes. Tall, usually wearing long sleeves and gloves.
Personality:
Mysterious, lonely; quiet and shy. Though defiant and sarcastic with a quiet, striking temper. Outgoing among those he does not know well.
Sample RP intro:
He didn't know.
And it bothered him.
It always did.
The sun's fingers gently carresed the wrinkled sheets, trickling up the bed and over the pillows; the pillows which had been carelessly tossed from the headboard. Shadows still reached out from their place inside the folds of blankets. Reaching in vain, the rays easily diluted the foggy dredges of the night.
And so passed any pretense of sleep.
Deciding he had never been tired anyway, V straightened in his seat on the windowsill (having long since given up sleep in a bed), and fiddled with his collar; dawn light stinging his sensitive eyes.
Had it been so long since he had found time to watch the sun rise? Or wanted to. He frowned, turning away from the window.
He could almost feel the ocean sprays tickling his face.
And it made him sick.
He wanted to know, but he wanted to know many things.
At least the moon was gone, that face, that face; pale as his mother's, hanging so lazily in the heavy sky. Pushing him and singing to him; haunting siren melodies that kept him from sleeping.
It made him restless.
It made him want to run.
Chase old memories, chase the knowledge he was once so familiar with.
It made him want to hunt.
It made him want to know.
But he didn't.
Which made him hate it all the more.
Celebrity Playby; Jonathan Rhys-Meyers.
----
Please contact me if any of the above information is unacceptable, I am willing to change it. I am rather uncomfortable giving all this character information point-blank; I kind of prefer to hint at the character's personality, mannerisms, etc through my writing and let the reader interpret.
