Post by Mordred Asters on Jul 17, 2008 18:30:47 GMT -5
M o r d r e d . A r t h u r . A s t e r s
My name reads MORGANA.
There are FOURTEEN aces in my house of cards.
If you want to play a separate game you can reach me by PM. [/center]
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I refuse to let my life roll over me... [/color][/font]
[all that you can’t leave b e h i n d][/color][/font][/center]
full name; Mordred Arthur Asters.
nick names; None.
birthdate; Unknown. They guess he's in his mid to late teens, though.
hometown; Unknown.
current location; Hunter's City.
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Let me feel, I don't care if I breakdown... [/color][/font]
[an attempt to tip the s c a l e s][/color][/font][/center]
hair; Silk-smooth, a bit long as he frequently forgets to get it cut. He has bangs he constantly tosses to the side of his head to get out of his eyes. You can call it blond but it has a distinct greyish tinge.
eyes; A greyish yellow, with a soft, frayed edge to them.
height; 5' 8'', nothing out of the ordinary.
build; His frame is a bit smaller than most others, with shoulders that aren't very well-defined. He's gangly, with limbs bent at awkward angles as if he doesn't know where to place them. He doesn't exercise a lot, nor does he have a particularly good appetite, so he looks underfed almost to the point of being unhealthy.
distinguishing features; His brows are thin and translucent, his skin pale and clammy, the tone of someone who doesn't spend much time outside. He has a pointed chin and nose, thin lips, and a faint, wistful smile.style; He doesn't know where most of the clothes in his closet came from, but puts them on without much of a care anyway. He has the look of someone wearing very expensive clothing, but not quite able to pull it off. It's not unflattering, but definitely not classic.
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likes; The cold, still, quiet night. He doesn't like disturbances, and isn't much good at talking. He seems immune to the cold, and so spends more time on the balcony outside of his room than in it.
Good people. He doesn't talk a lot, but he observes and has developed a strong set of morals. He also finds himself a good judge in people, and makes it a game to predict people's moves, guess what they're thinking, etc. Sometimes he just knows things he has no proof of, but is convinced of, he simply knows he's right.
He writes. He has a collection in a thin binder not many people have seen - mostly poetry, but often doesn't know what to do with it. It's hidden in some drawer in his room, away from his peers.
There are a lot of things in life that people avoid he doesn't mind. Blood is one of them, as well as uncomfortable tasks, nightmares, extra work, and that of the like. He doesn't mind rain, gray skies, cold bitter snow, and storms either.
There's almost nothing that he hates, and he has no temper to speak of. This makes him like new things, and willing to try different approaches to everything he does.
dislikes; Ignorance, hypocrisy, hubris. Traits he doesn't like in a person. Once these are identified, he tends to avoid the people.
He doesn't like math. The mildly creative mind can have difficulty with numbers and logic.
Bright and gaudy colors, as well as too much sun - humidity, is not anything he's fond of. He likes the dormant, winter times.
Rich food. Idiotic as this seems, his stomach is very sensitive to food that has too much milk or butter, or is in too large proportions. He does like his rare steaks, however...
Cats do not like him and he does not like cats. They were bad omens, and the last time he checked, he was not on speaking terms with any felines. They were also too sly, untrustworthy.
strengths; Mordred is more or less well-liked and accepted by everybody - if only superficially. There was the occasional Whisperer, but he's done no harm to anyone, so he's made virtually no enemies.
He is a very accomplished writer, and it's what's gotten him into the Grove, that and his rich adopted parents.
weaknesses; He has a terrible sense of direction, and his mind can be a bit scattered and forgetful. He tries not to let this affect him but it can be frustrating.
He's extremely introverted and it's difficult to get a word out of him more than something along the lines of, "the chrysanthemums are dying." Which can earn him odd looks every now and then. He doesn't have enemies, but he doesn't have friends exactly, either.
Mordred is a little on the sickly side when it comes to his physical...well, health. What with his never going outside, lack of hunger, and disregard for himself, he's probably got a weak immune system and stamina, and no strength to speak of.
goals; None - he's just like that.
fears; Not many. He's a bit apprehensive with large animals and people who seem to know too much.
secrets; That little book of his work.
overall personality;
Mordred has almost never been happy. He's generally not unhappy either - he breezes through life content, a little uncaring for the world around him, and a recluse. He literally doesn't leave the his room and it proves difficult for him to show up at school. He doesn't use much energy so he doesn't need much sleep or food.
His entire personality is bland, and mild as a newborn lamb. He may be a little wiser than his years, but at times, he can be bizarre with his observations. He doesn't talk much to his peers, and when he does, it's in a very soft and reclined voice. He doesn't like to get people riled up or get tangled in any sort of trouble. Sometimes he can be a bit bemused, but he tries not to think about the future, wanting to lead as simple a life as he can.
He is generally friendless, but knows respect and courtesy. He likes staring out his window and daydreaming, somehow thinking about nothing and everything at once. His schoolwork is anything but satisfactory and his attitude towards life isn't very ambitious, but he gets by.
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I'm an expert at play it safe, and keep it cool [/color][/font]
[with arms o u t s t r e t c h e d][/color][/font][/center]
parents;
F a t h e r; Raoul Asters; Lawyer.
M o t h e r; Meryl Asters; Chemistry Professor.
siblings; None.[/color]
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At least I know I lived, just a little...
[/color][/font][all these things that i’ve d o n e ][/color][/font][/center]
history;
Mordred grew up in an orphanage several miles from Watersburg. His most frail, vulnerable years were spent in the ratty place filled with sick children, greyish white sheets, blank walls, and uptight caretakers. It wasn't a happy place. It was a wonder he didn't turn into a cynic. They told him he'd been a few months old when his mother showed up on the orphanage's doorsteps, desperate, tired.
They discovered later she'd been severely injured in some sort of a battle - it wasn't anything visible, but something had caused internal bleeding enough that she drowned in her own blood. There was something else remarkable about the woman - she had feathers in her hair.
Mordred hadn't been much interested in this story and had once or twice suspected the nurse had been fibbing to make herself seem more interesting. What he did find a little tragic was that they never learned the woman's name.
At the impressionable age of four or five, Mordred was adopted into a family looking for charity points or something of the like with an organization he'd long since forgotten and didn't care to recall. His new parents both worked, so didn't have time to fuss about him, but sent him to Grove as soon as he was of the age to enroll, not caring if he did well or had talent, only that he wasn't in their way.
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But I swear this isn't who I'm meant to be [/color][/font][hanging by a m o m e n t][/color][/font][/center]
Password; WINGS.
roleplay sample;
{This is my fourth character. -.- And besides, the application is long enough as it is.}
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Who can face the things that I've been running from
[/color][/font][the show must go O N][/color][/font][/center]
