Post by Rve on May 23, 2006 1:00:04 GMT -5
Character's Name: Jonis "Jaggers" Carton
Name you want to be called: Rêve
Character’s Nickname: Jaggers
Race: Werewolf
Grade: 12
Age: 18
Birthday: January 13th
History: Jonis was born in a small Gypsy Caravan, and was known as, "Jaggers." He never knew his parents, but found a father figure in Ramarius, the Caravan's seer. Jonis had his own seeing gift, and Ramarius helped him cope. When Ramarius died, one of the people in the Caravan, blaming Jonis for Ramarius' death, and for a punishment, put the werewolf curse on him. Feeling frightened and betrayed, Jonis ran away from the Caravan at age of thirteen.
Important Relationships: Though Ramarius is dead, Jonis often reflects on his lessons and leans on the memories of his only family.
At fourteen, Jonis lived on the streets but met a young woman who had also known Ramarius. Her name was Karmen, a fiery blonde who had settled down away from the Caravan. Though Jonis would not move in with Karmen and her step-family, he came by often for food and friendship.
As Jonis has spent many years alone, he prefers to have one really good friend than alot of acquaintances.
Mannerisms:
Quiet and distant; he fears his gift and his curse; thinks of it as a reason why he does not deserve to have a normal life.
His distance is often misinterpreted as arrogance and coldness.
Has somewhat of an older or haunted look because of the visions he has seen.
Fears/Dislikes:
Cars, stadiums, and fireworks.
Jonis is most afraid of crowds, loud noises, and closed places. He feels he must always be ready to run if he needs to.
Likes:
Philosophy, nature, track and field, and classical music.
Calm and quiet; isolated areas that he can use as his own place to think.
Hobbies:
Running makes him feel like he can fly.
Studying ancient civilizations and ancient philosopher's works.
Music:
Classical (Tchaikovsky, Verdi) and Jazz.
Appearance:
Jonis has very fair complexion, despite most Gypsies' olive skin. His hair used to be fair as well, but he died it dark when Karmen dared him to change anything in his life.
His eyes are the most distracting, extremely pale, like those of the blind; yet full of emotion, fear, and wisdom beyond his years.
Personality:
Very prone to self-criticism, Jonis is quiet but very aware of the things around him. Keeps to himself, but has a old desire to belong.
Sample RP intro:
(This is when he runs away from the Caravan)
Jonis shivered as he watched the light recede like an ocean tide. The shadows began to reach for his feet, and he quickened his pace. The rain seemed to tug him down, fighting against him.
He brushed his wet blonde hair away from his eyes; the downpour causing it to stick to his face. At least there were no more cars, no more Sorelli or the caravan. No more people staring at his odd pale eyes.
The path was disappearing before him as the shadows claimed it. He had to find some place to rest. He'd been walking for too long, too long without food. Maybe he'd run into a town in the morning, one of the tiny places, not something like a city; loud and bustling.
A town, where people wouldn't suspect until he had what he needed and was off again.
Jonis squinted in the dim, dying rays, catching a flickering light, pounded by the rain.
Jonis rubbed his sore legs, wondering if wherever he was coming upon had some kind of doctor.
Perhaps he was too exhausted or dehydrated, but he did not realize the light was someone's porch light until he was right in it. Jonis stopped dead, and wondered whether it was too late to run away.
Celebrity Playby: Ben Jelen.
Name you want to be called: Rêve
Character’s Nickname: Jaggers
Race: Werewolf
Grade: 12
Age: 18
Birthday: January 13th
History: Jonis was born in a small Gypsy Caravan, and was known as, "Jaggers." He never knew his parents, but found a father figure in Ramarius, the Caravan's seer. Jonis had his own seeing gift, and Ramarius helped him cope. When Ramarius died, one of the people in the Caravan, blaming Jonis for Ramarius' death, and for a punishment, put the werewolf curse on him. Feeling frightened and betrayed, Jonis ran away from the Caravan at age of thirteen.
Important Relationships: Though Ramarius is dead, Jonis often reflects on his lessons and leans on the memories of his only family.
At fourteen, Jonis lived on the streets but met a young woman who had also known Ramarius. Her name was Karmen, a fiery blonde who had settled down away from the Caravan. Though Jonis would not move in with Karmen and her step-family, he came by often for food and friendship.
As Jonis has spent many years alone, he prefers to have one really good friend than alot of acquaintances.
Mannerisms:
Quiet and distant; he fears his gift and his curse; thinks of it as a reason why he does not deserve to have a normal life.
His distance is often misinterpreted as arrogance and coldness.
Has somewhat of an older or haunted look because of the visions he has seen.
Fears/Dislikes:
Cars, stadiums, and fireworks.
Jonis is most afraid of crowds, loud noises, and closed places. He feels he must always be ready to run if he needs to.
Likes:
Philosophy, nature, track and field, and classical music.
Calm and quiet; isolated areas that he can use as his own place to think.
Hobbies:
Running makes him feel like he can fly.
Studying ancient civilizations and ancient philosopher's works.
Music:
Classical (Tchaikovsky, Verdi) and Jazz.
Appearance:
Jonis has very fair complexion, despite most Gypsies' olive skin. His hair used to be fair as well, but he died it dark when Karmen dared him to change anything in his life.
His eyes are the most distracting, extremely pale, like those of the blind; yet full of emotion, fear, and wisdom beyond his years.
Personality:
Very prone to self-criticism, Jonis is quiet but very aware of the things around him. Keeps to himself, but has a old desire to belong.
Sample RP intro:
(This is when he runs away from the Caravan)
Jonis shivered as he watched the light recede like an ocean tide. The shadows began to reach for his feet, and he quickened his pace. The rain seemed to tug him down, fighting against him.
He brushed his wet blonde hair away from his eyes; the downpour causing it to stick to his face. At least there were no more cars, no more Sorelli or the caravan. No more people staring at his odd pale eyes.
The path was disappearing before him as the shadows claimed it. He had to find some place to rest. He'd been walking for too long, too long without food. Maybe he'd run into a town in the morning, one of the tiny places, not something like a city; loud and bustling.
A town, where people wouldn't suspect until he had what he needed and was off again.
Jonis squinted in the dim, dying rays, catching a flickering light, pounded by the rain.
Jonis rubbed his sore legs, wondering if wherever he was coming upon had some kind of doctor.
Perhaps he was too exhausted or dehydrated, but he did not realize the light was someone's porch light until he was right in it. Jonis stopped dead, and wondered whether it was too late to run away.
Celebrity Playby: Ben Jelen.
