Post by Nott on Jul 12, 2009 22:06:33 GMT -5
"What have I
[/font][/size]Done?[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Name :: Mink;;
Gender :: Male;;
World :: Canna;;
[Hey, I don't think we've met. I'm Mink.]
Age :: Fourteen years;;
Date of birth :: March the first. 1995;;
Star Sign :: Pisces;; [/size][/font]
"It doesn't matter;[/font][/size]
You got away with it.[/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Height :: Five-foot four-inches;;
Weight :: One-hundred seven pounds;;
Complexion :: Peach;;
Build :: He's quite short, but like Cheshire, he's filled out quite nicely. Not fat, but well fed, and not thin, but definitely in shape.
[I don't look like a moron, do I?]
Hair :: Dark blonde, down to his jawline, very evenly cut. It's much more tame than Cheshire's, and shorter.
Eyes :: Blue eyes, they're light on the inside and darker on the outside, very kind looking.
Piercings :: None.
Tattoos :: None.
Stand-out features :: Not so much a stand out, but he has a small scar on his hairline, barely noticeable.
Other :: Light gray rabbit ears stick out of the top of his head. He can make them tall or droopy at will. [/size][/font]
"She died[/font][/size]
Alone. . . [/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Likes ::
• Rodents
• Movies
• Video games
• School
• Money
• Colors
---• Blue
---• Orange
---• Gray
• Sleep
• Fireworks
• Water
---• Swimming
• Nice days
• Stories
• Food
• Things that sparkle
• Rain
[You like that too? Awesome, I thought I was the only one.]
Dislikes::
• Dogs
• Computers
• Blueberries
• Cold weather
• Boredom
• Being left on his own
• Being away from Cheshire
• Being late to important events
• Medicine
• Things that break easily
• Crowds
• Depressing people
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"Everyone[/font][/size]
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Strengths ::
• Well mannered
• Positive attitude
• Usually quite quiet
• Great at water skiing
• Great at cooking
• Great at fishing
Weaknesses ::
• Easily disappointed
• Easily annoyed
• Easily annoying
• Terrible in school
• ADHD
Quirks ::
• He can constantly be found rocking back and forth to calm himself down, and he never stops moving, not even in his sleep.
• Sometimes nibbles on his eraser to concentrate in class.
[Sorry I'm late again, no, I don't have a note.]
Fears ::
• That Cheshire won't come home.
• Death of his mother or father.
• Fire.
• Loud noises.
Hopes ::
• Get his ADHD under control.
• Get a career that can be helpful to others.
• Find a companion.
Aspirations ::
• Raise his grades.
• Avoid distractions.
• Stop being late to class.
• Learn to think before he speaks.
Secrets ::
• Sometimes he thinks he's not really his parents child, his parents are normal people, and he acts quite different.
• He doesn't care about global warming.
• He strongly dislikes cats, he only pretends to like them because of Cheshire. They really scare the crud out of him.
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"When will this[/font][/size]
End?![/i]"[/color][/font][/size]
Mother :: Talia Tempreta
Father :: Allen Tempreta;;
Siblings :: None;;
Other family :: Cheshire, adoptive older brother;;
[You can come back to my house, Mister, my dad will fix that eye right up.]
Friends :: Cheshire, ever since he found him lacking an eye, sitting on the edge of a dock.
Pets :: The random stray cats that Cheshire lets in, and Cheshire's pet kitten.
History :: Mink has live your typical life --- He was raised by his mother and father, went to school, hated homework. The only thing that made it slightly different from others is his older brother figure is adopted. He's odd through Cheshire, if you will, but on his own, his history is rather plain.[/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]
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