Post by Itoshii on Oct 2, 2008 15:22:41 GMT -5
Character's Name: Alistiar Revendale
Name you want to be called: Itoshii or Cheza
Character’s Nickname(s): Alex
Race: Lycan
Grade: 12th (Senior)
Age: 17
Birthday: February 23, 1991
History: Alistair was born in Ireland, where his father was born and raised. His mother was Scottish (she named him, thus the scottish name) and met his father on a family vacation. When he was five his father died by unknown causes, but his mother suspected that he was murdered and decided it was best for the two of them to move away, thus bringing him to the United States, specifically: Michigan.
When he was eight his mother explained to him what they were, and, once the changes began, with great determination he learned to control this extraordinary ability rather quickly. His determination came from his dislike of school and other people. Mind you, he wasn't like that in a drop-out sort of way, he was just the kid who was picked on all the time, and his new form was an amazing way to just forget about the happenings of the day.
When Alistair reached highschool he became a beloved part of a small but close-knit Japenese class, which also became an amazing way for him to feel accepted, and talking to humans was much better than sitting among silent trees sometimes. A year later, in his Sophmore year of High School they took a trip to Japan for a few weeks over the summer. There he met someone, amazingly, from his home country of Ireland among all the Japanese. His name was Conor, and they quickly became friends over the few short weeks his class was there. When it came time to leave, Alistair made sure to get Conor's e-mail and they've kept in touch ever since.
Now, Alistair has moved to Cold Creek with his mother so they could be among their own kind. His mother is hoping that he could establish himself in lycan and werewolf socities here in the US. There is also a huge change coming to his life. He dosn't know it yet, but Conor has managed to convince his own family that the United States would provide good opportunities for him and is moving to America, and guess where? Cold Creek of course!
Important Relationships: His mother, Elaine, his best friend *cough* Conor, and his kitten, Cookie.
Mannerisms: Tends to be the quiet one, prone to random outbursts that make pople go "Wait... Did he just actually talk?". He hides his hands in his hoodie sleeves when he's a bit nervous, but does that and plays with his necklace when really nervous. When he gets excited he tends to slip into his Irish accent.
Fears/Dislikes: He dislikes bullies, veggietables, and rodents. He fears any natural disaster, mainly Volcanoes and hurricanes, as well as going to the doctor (mainly because they like to poke him with needles)
Likes: Sleep, nature, Japan/Japanese, Conor
Hobbies: Reading, writing, hiking
Music: Bands like Evanessence, Apocalyptica, and some mainstreak punk
Appearance: Alistair is slightly short for this era's kinda guy. He stands at 5'6" and weighs in at only about 120 lbs. His hair isn't quite black and falls a bit past his ears, normally partially covering his eyes. His eyes (Unlike his celebrity playby's) are a sapphire blue and have an amazing and compassionate depth to them.
As far as clothing goes, he prefers hoodies and long sleeve shirts along with a comfortable pair or jeans or cargo pants.
Personality: Alistair is a rather quiet person, but only due to his past. It takes him awhile to trust people, but occasionally he runs into someone he feels an instant connection to. People who care enough to earn his trust he would trust with his life, and would most likely give his own for. He has a strong sense of loyalty and would never betray someone he considered 'pack' wether they were human or not.
At times he feels the need to tell humans what he is, but he knows it is forbidden and has intrusted only one human with the truth: his closest friend and kinda-sorta-but-not-really boyfriend Conor. He has a knack for getting himself into trouble with the more agressive of lycans and werewolves, but this is mainly because he also has a strong sense of survival so his flight instict is normally the more trustworthy over fight.
He can crumble easily under pressure on his own, but is a good backup if other people need it. He has a quick wit, though he tries not to have a sharp tounge. At times Alistair has been known to lash out at others, but this is only if they're insulting his friends.
Sample RP intro: This is going to be the story of him finding out that Conor is coming to America
"Alex?" The sound of his mother's voice drifted up the stairs from the kitchen.
"Yes mother?" He called back, poking his head out of his room so that he could hear her better.
"Conor's on the phone. Are you busy?"
"Of course not!" He replied, almost falling down the stairs in his excitement. It had been almost 3 weeks since he had heard from his closest friend and he had been getting worried. His mother chuckled as he all but drifted around the corner to retrieve the phone from her. "Hello!" He said, almost before had the phone to his ear and was overjoyed to hear his favorite laugh over the phone.
"I take it you were upstairs?" Conor asked, hits of amusment still lingering in his voice. "It sounded like a herd of elephants came storming down those stairs. I'm assuming this means you're well?"
"As good as normal." Alistair replied, "But better now that I know you're okay."
"Of course I'm fine! I was making the final arrangements for my journey."
"Journey?"
"You mean your mom didn't explode in excitement? I'm moving to Cold Creek!" Conor announced. There was silence from Alistairs end. "Ali? You didn't faint did you?"
"No!.... No," he replied "I'm fine... Just... Didn't expect that." He said in disbelief.
"Well, ya better believe it by Friday! That's when I'll be there."
"But.. Where are you staying? Is your family coming too? Does this mean you're going to college here? Is you're stuff here?" The questions came so fast they were almost one long word. The news was so unexpected! It made Alistair so happy that he forgot himself and slipped into his Irish accent, and this happyness also kept him from realising it.
"Heyheyheyhey! Eeeeeasy Fido! You're leprachauning it, chill." He laughed, "I'm staying at a place around the corner from you at a house your mom told me about. No, my family isn't coming. I convinced them that coming to America to go to college would be a great experience and would give me a bunch of opportunities. My stuff will be there tomorrow. I asked your mother to sign for it. And yes, you can organize and decorate my house. But only if your mother is there with you to make sure you don't go overboard." He said, knowing what questions would come next, "And yes, I already told her, so you can't be sneaky and do it without her knowing."
(Yes, thats the end XD)
Celebrity Playby: Ben Jelen, Might change
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Name you want to be called: Itoshii or Cheza
Character’s Nickname(s): Alex
Race: Lycan
Grade: 12th (Senior)
Age: 17
Birthday: February 23, 1991
History: Alistair was born in Ireland, where his father was born and raised. His mother was Scottish (she named him, thus the scottish name) and met his father on a family vacation. When he was five his father died by unknown causes, but his mother suspected that he was murdered and decided it was best for the two of them to move away, thus bringing him to the United States, specifically: Michigan.
When he was eight his mother explained to him what they were, and, once the changes began, with great determination he learned to control this extraordinary ability rather quickly. His determination came from his dislike of school and other people. Mind you, he wasn't like that in a drop-out sort of way, he was just the kid who was picked on all the time, and his new form was an amazing way to just forget about the happenings of the day.
When Alistair reached highschool he became a beloved part of a small but close-knit Japenese class, which also became an amazing way for him to feel accepted, and talking to humans was much better than sitting among silent trees sometimes. A year later, in his Sophmore year of High School they took a trip to Japan for a few weeks over the summer. There he met someone, amazingly, from his home country of Ireland among all the Japanese. His name was Conor, and they quickly became friends over the few short weeks his class was there. When it came time to leave, Alistair made sure to get Conor's e-mail and they've kept in touch ever since.
Now, Alistair has moved to Cold Creek with his mother so they could be among their own kind. His mother is hoping that he could establish himself in lycan and werewolf socities here in the US. There is also a huge change coming to his life. He dosn't know it yet, but Conor has managed to convince his own family that the United States would provide good opportunities for him and is moving to America, and guess where? Cold Creek of course!
Important Relationships: His mother, Elaine, his best friend *cough* Conor, and his kitten, Cookie.
Mannerisms: Tends to be the quiet one, prone to random outbursts that make pople go "Wait... Did he just actually talk?". He hides his hands in his hoodie sleeves when he's a bit nervous, but does that and plays with his necklace when really nervous. When he gets excited he tends to slip into his Irish accent.
Fears/Dislikes: He dislikes bullies, veggietables, and rodents. He fears any natural disaster, mainly Volcanoes and hurricanes, as well as going to the doctor (mainly because they like to poke him with needles)
Likes: Sleep, nature, Japan/Japanese, Conor
Hobbies: Reading, writing, hiking
Music: Bands like Evanessence, Apocalyptica, and some mainstreak punk
Appearance: Alistair is slightly short for this era's kinda guy. He stands at 5'6" and weighs in at only about 120 lbs. His hair isn't quite black and falls a bit past his ears, normally partially covering his eyes. His eyes (Unlike his celebrity playby's) are a sapphire blue and have an amazing and compassionate depth to them.
As far as clothing goes, he prefers hoodies and long sleeve shirts along with a comfortable pair or jeans or cargo pants.
Personality: Alistair is a rather quiet person, but only due to his past. It takes him awhile to trust people, but occasionally he runs into someone he feels an instant connection to. People who care enough to earn his trust he would trust with his life, and would most likely give his own for. He has a strong sense of loyalty and would never betray someone he considered 'pack' wether they were human or not.
At times he feels the need to tell humans what he is, but he knows it is forbidden and has intrusted only one human with the truth: his closest friend and kinda-sorta-but-not-really boyfriend Conor. He has a knack for getting himself into trouble with the more agressive of lycans and werewolves, but this is mainly because he also has a strong sense of survival so his flight instict is normally the more trustworthy over fight.
He can crumble easily under pressure on his own, but is a good backup if other people need it. He has a quick wit, though he tries not to have a sharp tounge. At times Alistair has been known to lash out at others, but this is only if they're insulting his friends.
Sample RP intro: This is going to be the story of him finding out that Conor is coming to America
"Alex?" The sound of his mother's voice drifted up the stairs from the kitchen.
"Yes mother?" He called back, poking his head out of his room so that he could hear her better.
"Conor's on the phone. Are you busy?"
"Of course not!" He replied, almost falling down the stairs in his excitement. It had been almost 3 weeks since he had heard from his closest friend and he had been getting worried. His mother chuckled as he all but drifted around the corner to retrieve the phone from her. "Hello!" He said, almost before had the phone to his ear and was overjoyed to hear his favorite laugh over the phone.
"I take it you were upstairs?" Conor asked, hits of amusment still lingering in his voice. "It sounded like a herd of elephants came storming down those stairs. I'm assuming this means you're well?"
"As good as normal." Alistair replied, "But better now that I know you're okay."
"Of course I'm fine! I was making the final arrangements for my journey."
"Journey?"
"You mean your mom didn't explode in excitement? I'm moving to Cold Creek!" Conor announced. There was silence from Alistairs end. "Ali? You didn't faint did you?"
"No!.... No," he replied "I'm fine... Just... Didn't expect that." He said in disbelief.
"Well, ya better believe it by Friday! That's when I'll be there."
"But.. Where are you staying? Is your family coming too? Does this mean you're going to college here? Is you're stuff here?" The questions came so fast they were almost one long word. The news was so unexpected! It made Alistair so happy that he forgot himself and slipped into his Irish accent, and this happyness also kept him from realising it.
"Heyheyheyhey! Eeeeeasy Fido! You're leprachauning it, chill." He laughed, "I'm staying at a place around the corner from you at a house your mom told me about. No, my family isn't coming. I convinced them that coming to America to go to college would be a great experience and would give me a bunch of opportunities. My stuff will be there tomorrow. I asked your mother to sign for it. And yes, you can organize and decorate my house. But only if your mother is there with you to make sure you don't go overboard." He said, knowing what questions would come next, "And yes, I already told her, so you can't be sneaky and do it without her knowing."
(Yes, thats the end XD)
Celebrity Playby: Ben Jelen, Might change
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