Post by Nott on Jul 12, 2009 21:46:27 GMT -5
I'll be making a few characters, you can select the ones you like, and they'll be the ones I'll role-play. This is the first of many.
Done?[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Name :: Cheshire;;
Gender :: Male;;
World :: Canna;;
[It's nice to meet you.]
Age :: Fifteen years;;
Date of birth :: October the fifteenth. Year unknown;;
Star Sign :: Libra;; [/size][/font]
"It doesn't matter;[/font][/size]
You got away with it.[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Height :: Five-foot eight-inches;;
Weight :: One-hundred twenty-four pounds;;
Complexion :: Apricot;;
Build :: Thin, but not scrawny. He's filled out quite nicely. His legs are a bit long, contributing about three extra inches to his height.
[What? Is there something in my teeth?]
Hair :: Naturally black, completely, pitch black. Except for three diagonal purple stripes in the bangs. Goes down to the middle of the neck, and is very light and feathery. The bangs sweep over the right eye, concealing it completely.
Eyes :: Light brown in color, with a very noticeable, large yellow ring around huge black pupils.
Piercings :: None.
Tattoos :: None.
Stand-out features :: Completely missing right eye. Small gauze patch medically taped over it to cover it up. Bang is kept over it at all times to avoid suspicion.
Other :: He has two, purple cat ears poking out of the top of his head. The left ear is tipped with black, as though it had been dipped in paint.[/size][/font]
"She died[/font][/size]
Alone. . . [/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Likes ::
• Cats
• Music
• Grass
• Clouds
• Money
• Colors
---• Purple
• Sleep
• Relaxation
• Warm drinks
---• Warm milk
• Backrubs
• Reading
• Food
---• Cool dishes
• Scented candles
• Lightning storms
[It appears we have something in common.]
Dislikes::
• Dogs
• Getting dirty
• Loud noises
• Rain
• Blandness
• Too much excitement
• Being woken up
• School
• Alarm clocks
• Spicy food
• Heat
• Water
• Thunder
• When pencils get all splintery after you take them out of the sharpener.[/size][/font]
"Everyone[/font][/size]
Dies alone.[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Strengths ::
• Calm
• Fairly strong, if he may say so himself.
• His reading is far, far above average.
• Creating and solving riddles
• He just knows what a person needs.
• Incredibly wise for his age, for any age really. He knows about life.
Weaknesses ::
• Intolerant
• Easily annoyed
• Sometimes a bit too carefree
• Unruly
• School attendance
• Dismissive, indifferent
• Has a habit of being selfish.
• Moody.
Quirks ::
• He has a good sense of humor, but it mostly consists of sarcasm.
• Constantly goes missing without telling anyone. Tends to get him in trouble.
• He's more than a bit of a pick-pocket.
• You can tell he's experienced in fleeing --- He can climb a fence at light speed.
[I won't be in class tomorrow.]
Fears ::
• Being completely alone.
• Abandonment.
• Losing his memory.
• Becoming ignorant.
• Being poked by sharp objects.
---• Bee stings
---• Splinters
---• Thorns
---• Tips of pencils wielded by the student behind him in language arts.
Hopes ::
• Find a companion.
• Become more open.
• Be as helpful as possible to those close to him.
• Win a game of solitaire.
Aspirations ::
• Work on his intolerance.
• Work on his impatience.
• Work on his everything.
• Work on things in general.
Secrets ::
• He was abandoned by his parents at a young age. He's been mooching off of others since.
• He lost his eye at a fairly young age, he had been boating on a channel, fishing, and as he went to cast, the hook caught in his eye. Pulled it straight out.
• His young friend, Mink, who was about nine at the time, brought him home to his parents. They cleaned it, bandaged it, etc. Much to his dismay, mind you, because having alcohol dabbed into an empty eye socket hurts quite badly.
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"When will this[/font][/size]
End?![/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Mother :: Unknown;;
Father :: Unknown;;
Siblings :: Unknown;;
Other family :: Unknown;;
[Miss Delany? Miss Delany, are you awake? Miss Delany, wake up.]
Friends :: Mink, his rabbit-eared companion. Mink is one year younger than him, and Cheshire is living in his house with Mink and his parents, as an elder brother figure. He contributes to the household, etc, when he's actually there.
Pets :: A small gray and beige kitten he took in after finding it abandoned in his yard. It was only a few weeks old, and he barely managed to keep it alive up till now. But it's now healthy and taking care of itself. She's named Vex. He also takes care of all of the stray cats in the neighborhood, they come in and out of his house through the cat doors as they please, and he feeds them, etc.
History :: Cheshire's first memories are of waking up on a park bench when he was about four years old. There was an old woman who took care of him, her name was Miss Delany. He lived with her until he was about nine, when she died peacefully in her sleep at the age of seventy-seven. He hid under her bed while the ambulance came in and took her out on a gurney. He didn't attend the funeral, he wasn't aware there was one. Up until then, he hadn't known that people could die. He took care of himself until he was ten, nearly eleven years old, basically stealing food and money from other people. He rented a rowing boat and took it fishing, hooking out his right eye. Mink took him home, and had his parents fix it. He's been living with them since, they enrolled him in high school, and eventually legally adopted him. He still prefers to go out on his own, though, and hopes to meet his real parents some day. If he actually has any.[/size][/font]
"You should[/font][/size]
Know that already.[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Code word :: Jim, I'm a doctor, not a physicist!
[That cloud looks like a rabbit.]
Role-play Sample ::
The grass tickled Cheshire's cheeks as he watched the clouds pass him by, spread comfortably on the ground. His orange, portable radio sat about a foot away from his head, the violin music had him inches from sleep. He closed his eyes, and just focused on breathing. The only sound was the rustling of the leaves, turning the warm colors of autumn.
There was a decrescendo, the music slowed and faded, he could barely hear it now. But he knew this song by heart, it was his favorite. If he focused hard enough, he could write the sheet music.
"Aye! Cheshire!" The voice prodded into his thoughts. His eyes popped open from a mixture of surprise and pain as a large weight came crashing down on his stomach --- He was staring into the face of a very excited Mink, who had taken it upon himself to sit directly on top of Cheshire's chest. After regaining the ability to breathe, Cheshire sat up, Mink rolling off of him onto the soft grass that only moments ago Cheshire had been enjoying. He reached over and flipped off his radio, he had lost his calm state of mind.
"Jesus, Mink! What?" He shouted, putting his hands on either side of his head, massaging his temples --- the adrenaline from that delighting surprise had given him a headache. Thanks, Mink, thanks a lot.
"I was just excited to have found you, don't get all upset . . . " Mink said, narrowing his eyes. His white rabbit ears were now drooping across his head in a very pitiful way. Cheshire didn't like it when he took that tone with him, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it, "And for God's sake, Cheshire, you've been gone for five days. Do you have any idea what Mom was thinking? How'd you get this far away from home, anyway? I had to take six buses and walk four blocks just to get here. Do you know how long that took?" He had a point. Would Cheshire recognize that point? Maybe, later, if his chest stopped hurting. Maybe. He stood up, still a bit winded, and it took effort. But he picked up his radio, stuffed it in his shoulder bag, and brushed himself off.
"I suppose we should be getting home, then?" He said, sighing. Running his hand through his hair, he wound up pulling out a few twigs, blades of grass, and bits of leaves that had already fallen and died. For some reason, he found comfort in the fact that those dead, disgusting, meaningless leaves that were shed away from the mother tree so easily would become part of the earth again; That they would contribute to something beautiful.
Maybe being at home wasn't such a bad thing in the long run. But that's a definite maybe.
"Yeah, let's get home," Mink responded, "Race you to the bus stop?" He didn't even have to ask. Cheshire took the lead.[/size][/font]
"They made me[/font][/size]
Do it![/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
[/center]
"What have I
[/font][/size]Done?[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Name :: Cheshire;;
Gender :: Male;;
World :: Canna;;
[It's nice to meet you.]
Age :: Fifteen years;;
Date of birth :: October the fifteenth. Year unknown;;
Star Sign :: Libra;; [/size][/font]
"It doesn't matter;[/font][/size]
You got away with it.[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Height :: Five-foot eight-inches;;
Weight :: One-hundred twenty-four pounds;;
Complexion :: Apricot;;
Build :: Thin, but not scrawny. He's filled out quite nicely. His legs are a bit long, contributing about three extra inches to his height.
[What? Is there something in my teeth?]
Hair :: Naturally black, completely, pitch black. Except for three diagonal purple stripes in the bangs. Goes down to the middle of the neck, and is very light and feathery. The bangs sweep over the right eye, concealing it completely.
Eyes :: Light brown in color, with a very noticeable, large yellow ring around huge black pupils.
Piercings :: None.
Tattoos :: None.
Stand-out features :: Completely missing right eye. Small gauze patch medically taped over it to cover it up. Bang is kept over it at all times to avoid suspicion.
Other :: He has two, purple cat ears poking out of the top of his head. The left ear is tipped with black, as though it had been dipped in paint.[/size][/font]
"She died[/font][/size]
Alone. . . [/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Likes ::
• Cats
• Music
• Grass
• Clouds
• Money
• Colors
---• Purple
• Sleep
• Relaxation
• Warm drinks
---• Warm milk
• Backrubs
• Reading
• Food
---• Cool dishes
• Scented candles
• Lightning storms
[It appears we have something in common.]
Dislikes::
• Dogs
• Getting dirty
• Loud noises
• Rain
• Blandness
• Too much excitement
• Being woken up
• School
• Alarm clocks
• Spicy food
• Heat
• Water
• Thunder
• When pencils get all splintery after you take them out of the sharpener.[/size][/font]
"Everyone[/font][/size]
Dies alone.[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Strengths ::
• Calm
• Fairly strong, if he may say so himself.
• His reading is far, far above average.
• Creating and solving riddles
• He just knows what a person needs.
• Incredibly wise for his age, for any age really. He knows about life.
Weaknesses ::
• Intolerant
• Easily annoyed
• Sometimes a bit too carefree
• Unruly
• School attendance
• Dismissive, indifferent
• Has a habit of being selfish.
• Moody.
Quirks ::
• He has a good sense of humor, but it mostly consists of sarcasm.
• Constantly goes missing without telling anyone. Tends to get him in trouble.
• He's more than a bit of a pick-pocket.
• You can tell he's experienced in fleeing --- He can climb a fence at light speed.
[I won't be in class tomorrow.]
Fears ::
• Being completely alone.
• Abandonment.
• Losing his memory.
• Becoming ignorant.
• Being poked by sharp objects.
---• Bee stings
---• Splinters
---• Thorns
---• Tips of pencils wielded by the student behind him in language arts.
Hopes ::
• Find a companion.
• Become more open.
• Be as helpful as possible to those close to him.
• Win a game of solitaire.
Aspirations ::
• Work on his intolerance.
• Work on his impatience.
• Work on his everything.
• Work on things in general.
Secrets ::
• He was abandoned by his parents at a young age. He's been mooching off of others since.
• He lost his eye at a fairly young age, he had been boating on a channel, fishing, and as he went to cast, the hook caught in his eye. Pulled it straight out.
• His young friend, Mink, who was about nine at the time, brought him home to his parents. They cleaned it, bandaged it, etc. Much to his dismay, mind you, because having alcohol dabbed into an empty eye socket hurts quite badly.
[/size][/font]
"When will this[/font][/size]
End?![/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Mother :: Unknown;;
Father :: Unknown;;
Siblings :: Unknown;;
Other family :: Unknown;;
[Miss Delany? Miss Delany, are you awake? Miss Delany, wake up.]
Friends :: Mink, his rabbit-eared companion. Mink is one year younger than him, and Cheshire is living in his house with Mink and his parents, as an elder brother figure. He contributes to the household, etc, when he's actually there.
Pets :: A small gray and beige kitten he took in after finding it abandoned in his yard. It was only a few weeks old, and he barely managed to keep it alive up till now. But it's now healthy and taking care of itself. She's named Vex. He also takes care of all of the stray cats in the neighborhood, they come in and out of his house through the cat doors as they please, and he feeds them, etc.
History :: Cheshire's first memories are of waking up on a park bench when he was about four years old. There was an old woman who took care of him, her name was Miss Delany. He lived with her until he was about nine, when she died peacefully in her sleep at the age of seventy-seven. He hid under her bed while the ambulance came in and took her out on a gurney. He didn't attend the funeral, he wasn't aware there was one. Up until then, he hadn't known that people could die. He took care of himself until he was ten, nearly eleven years old, basically stealing food and money from other people. He rented a rowing boat and took it fishing, hooking out his right eye. Mink took him home, and had his parents fix it. He's been living with them since, they enrolled him in high school, and eventually legally adopted him. He still prefers to go out on his own, though, and hopes to meet his real parents some day. If he actually has any.[/size][/font]
"You should[/font][/size]
Know that already.[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Code word :: Jim, I'm a doctor, not a physicist!
[That cloud looks like a rabbit.]
Role-play Sample ::
The grass tickled Cheshire's cheeks as he watched the clouds pass him by, spread comfortably on the ground. His orange, portable radio sat about a foot away from his head, the violin music had him inches from sleep. He closed his eyes, and just focused on breathing. The only sound was the rustling of the leaves, turning the warm colors of autumn.
There was a decrescendo, the music slowed and faded, he could barely hear it now. But he knew this song by heart, it was his favorite. If he focused hard enough, he could write the sheet music.
"Aye! Cheshire!" The voice prodded into his thoughts. His eyes popped open from a mixture of surprise and pain as a large weight came crashing down on his stomach --- He was staring into the face of a very excited Mink, who had taken it upon himself to sit directly on top of Cheshire's chest. After regaining the ability to breathe, Cheshire sat up, Mink rolling off of him onto the soft grass that only moments ago Cheshire had been enjoying. He reached over and flipped off his radio, he had lost his calm state of mind.
"Jesus, Mink! What?" He shouted, putting his hands on either side of his head, massaging his temples --- the adrenaline from that delighting surprise had given him a headache. Thanks, Mink, thanks a lot.
"I was just excited to have found you, don't get all upset . . . " Mink said, narrowing his eyes. His white rabbit ears were now drooping across his head in a very pitiful way. Cheshire didn't like it when he took that tone with him, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it, "And for God's sake, Cheshire, you've been gone for five days. Do you have any idea what Mom was thinking? How'd you get this far away from home, anyway? I had to take six buses and walk four blocks just to get here. Do you know how long that took?" He had a point. Would Cheshire recognize that point? Maybe, later, if his chest stopped hurting. Maybe. He stood up, still a bit winded, and it took effort. But he picked up his radio, stuffed it in his shoulder bag, and brushed himself off.
"I suppose we should be getting home, then?" He said, sighing. Running his hand through his hair, he wound up pulling out a few twigs, blades of grass, and bits of leaves that had already fallen and died. For some reason, he found comfort in the fact that those dead, disgusting, meaningless leaves that were shed away from the mother tree so easily would become part of the earth again; That they would contribute to something beautiful.
Maybe being at home wasn't such a bad thing in the long run. But that's a definite maybe.
"Yeah, let's get home," Mink responded, "Race you to the bus stop?" He didn't even have to ask. Cheshire took the lead.[/size][/font]
"They made me[/font][/size]
Do it![/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
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