Post by owncksd on Aug 8, 2008 12:03:03 GMT -5
You are not your character, You!
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Pseudonym: Just call me Own. Or Brian. Whichever is easier to remember.
Age: 13 years.
Experience: Since I was nine. So... Four years.
How you found us: ShonitheWaya. Over Neopets.
Password: WINGS
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Characters are fun
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Name: Resshan (Just call him Ress)
Gender: Male
Age: 21 / 4,041
Race: Risen and Serephim
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Character, yay
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Appearance: White hair, with a short over hang over his forehead. White eyes and pale skin, with pointed ears. His eyes are gentle when he's not focused on something, and he has a strange feeling of tidiness around him.
But when he needs to focus, and get his hands dirty, it's not hard for him. At all. Everything changes, rage replaces the cleanliness and his eyes become hard and focused.
www.misfile.com/gallery/displayimage.php?album=4&pos=41
Personality: Ress is socially awkward, always annoying people without meaning to, but everyone seems drawn to him. He's generally kindhearted, and when he's not pissing people off, he's making them laugh. Very humorous, but every so often he'd tell a joke, and everything would mysteriously go silent.
Resshan can't be around scantily-clad girls, or even see a woman's undergarments. His nose would start to gush red. The socially awkwardness goes horribly worse when he's around girls. He couldn't get a girlfriend for his life, always stuttering and babbling,
But Resshan isn't always like that. Crunch time comes, he's always ready. Always surprising people, always impressing. He's incredibly strong and intelligent, and he most always gets the job done, no matter what it takes.
Familiar: Golden Eagle
Weapon of Preference: Huge sword of... chopiness. No really, it doesn't have a name. It's in the picture.
Job: Is... avenging angel a job? If not, I'll just take guard.
Rp sample
Roleplay Sample: Ten figures stood in a row. They were standing in a large clearing in the middle of a forest valley. Nothing moved, there was no wind, no bugs in the grass, no birds in the sky. Everything was deathly quiet. They each had white hair, eyes, and skin. Their ears were long and pointed. There were four men, and six women. Each was wearing the exact same thing: white, baggy pants. The men wore nothing on their chests, revealing easily seen rock-hard abs. The women wore skin tight tank tops.
They were still silent. And still waiting. Right up until one of them broke the silence with a long, drawn out groan. It was a man with long, shaggy hair. He was the shortest of the men.
"Dude, how much longer do we have to wait?!" he half-shouted, falling to his knees and clutching at his hair. "I'm going insane!"
"Natar, shut the hell up and get up. We've been waiting 4,000 years, we can wait another three hours," a short-haired, freckly girl said, glaring down at him.
"Three HOURS?! Holy crap!" Natar said, turning his head to look at the woman.
"Or... not..." a pained breath escaped from a woman down at the end of the row. She was clutching the curtain of white hair that fell down over one eye and breathing heavily. She fell forward, onto her stomach and started writhing, her breaths becoming screams of torture. Her hair fell away from her eye to reveal a long, black, curling burn scar that covered the entire left side of her face. It was glowing crimson.
The man next to her knelt down to help her, and then shouted, "They're coming!" The woman stopped squirming and shouting, and laid still. Then, the ground started to shake. Violently.
//Please tell me if I did this wrong.//
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Pseudonym: Just call me Own. Or Brian. Whichever is easier to remember.
Age: 13 years.
Experience: Since I was nine. So... Four years.
How you found us: ShonitheWaya. Over Neopets.
Password: WINGS
---
Characters are fun
---
Name: Resshan (Just call him Ress)
Gender: Male
Age: 21 / 4,041
Race: Risen and Serephim
---
Character, yay
---
Appearance: White hair, with a short over hang over his forehead. White eyes and pale skin, with pointed ears. His eyes are gentle when he's not focused on something, and he has a strange feeling of tidiness around him.
But when he needs to focus, and get his hands dirty, it's not hard for him. At all. Everything changes, rage replaces the cleanliness and his eyes become hard and focused.
www.misfile.com/gallery/displayimage.php?album=4&pos=41
Personality: Ress is socially awkward, always annoying people without meaning to, but everyone seems drawn to him. He's generally kindhearted, and when he's not pissing people off, he's making them laugh. Very humorous, but every so often he'd tell a joke, and everything would mysteriously go silent.
Resshan can't be around scantily-clad girls, or even see a woman's undergarments. His nose would start to gush red. The socially awkwardness goes horribly worse when he's around girls. He couldn't get a girlfriend for his life, always stuttering and babbling,
But Resshan isn't always like that. Crunch time comes, he's always ready. Always surprising people, always impressing. He's incredibly strong and intelligent, and he most always gets the job done, no matter what it takes.
Familiar: Golden Eagle
Weapon of Preference: Huge sword of... chopiness. No really, it doesn't have a name. It's in the picture.
Job: Is... avenging angel a job? If not, I'll just take guard.
Rp sample
Roleplay Sample: Ten figures stood in a row. They were standing in a large clearing in the middle of a forest valley. Nothing moved, there was no wind, no bugs in the grass, no birds in the sky. Everything was deathly quiet. They each had white hair, eyes, and skin. Their ears were long and pointed. There were four men, and six women. Each was wearing the exact same thing: white, baggy pants. The men wore nothing on their chests, revealing easily seen rock-hard abs. The women wore skin tight tank tops.
They were still silent. And still waiting. Right up until one of them broke the silence with a long, drawn out groan. It was a man with long, shaggy hair. He was the shortest of the men.
"Dude, how much longer do we have to wait?!" he half-shouted, falling to his knees and clutching at his hair. "I'm going insane!"
"Natar, shut the hell up and get up. We've been waiting 4,000 years, we can wait another three hours," a short-haired, freckly girl said, glaring down at him.
"Three HOURS?! Holy crap!" Natar said, turning his head to look at the woman.
"Or... not..." a pained breath escaped from a woman down at the end of the row. She was clutching the curtain of white hair that fell down over one eye and breathing heavily. She fell forward, onto her stomach and started writhing, her breaths becoming screams of torture. Her hair fell away from her eye to reveal a long, black, curling burn scar that covered the entire left side of her face. It was glowing crimson.
The man next to her knelt down to help her, and then shouted, "They're coming!" The woman stopped squirming and shouting, and laid still. Then, the ground started to shake. Violently.
//Please tell me if I did this wrong.//
