Post by RayneK on Jun 30, 2009 20:01:13 GMT -5
You are not your character, You!
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Pseudonym: Call me Ishma- I mean Rayne
Age: 20
Experience: I've RPed many forums and in an online wrestling federation (roughly 3 or 4 years RP experience).
How you found us: Through Sahoni
Password: ? My account password? If not, asparagus ^_^
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Characters are fun
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Name: Matthew Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 19/23
Race: Nephrilim/Vulpine Primal (I think that's for a fox... correct me if I'm wrong)
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Character, yay
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Appearance: Matthew stands six feet tall with a one-hundred and seventy pound weight (he carries his weight well, appearing to weight a bit less). Straight, nearly black hair hangs at shoulder length, able to cover his dark green feral looking eyes easily if he droops his head. His skin is paler than the average European descended male, as if he'd been indoors for the past few months though he treks the Watersburg daytime often.
His usual clothing consists of a pair of solid black tennis shoes (brand unspecified), a pair of baggy black cargo pants held by a chain belt, a white long sleeve button shirt with the top three unbuttoned, and a black long coat than hangs to the floor. A silver chain with a cross pendant hangs from his neck. His hands are usually in the pockets of his coat at any given time.
Personality: Matthew is a quiet person, only choosing to speak when he feels it important or unavoidable. To those who don't know him he may seem cold and distant, but his true nature is that of a caregiver. He will go out of his way to help those he cares about as well as those he has the means to help.
Though Matt is an averagely smart person, comedy often goes over his head, much to the chagrin of some of his few friends. He could be called serious, but "socially awkward" would be a better descriptor. He dislikes fighting and hates bloodshed. When he absolutely has to fight (usually in order to protect someone), he uses his quickness rather than direct force, preferring to demoralize his foes into giving up or knocking them out rather than aiming to kill them.
He likes dramas and reading romance novels, though he'd never tell anyone, often blaming the existence of them in his home on his younger sister (he doesn't have one). Matt also like fruit flavored candy, playing videogames (usually one player), and a variety of music.
However; he dislikes action and romance movies (he thinks they're cliche), insects and arachnids, as well as cruelty in general (animals or humans, no matter what they've done).
Even though he shows some fox-like characteristics, he doesn't know of his true nature.
Familiar: None, but he does owns a cat.
Weapon of Preference: Martial arts or his kendo-style bokken (wooden katana-esque sword).
Job: Preferably a guardian.
Rp sample
Roleplay Sample: (Had to wing it :/)
The morning sunlight shone in through the window of the Maple View apartments onto the face of a pale-skinned man, curled up into a ball with the sheets fluffed up around him. The man, Matthew, slowly stirs awake. Just like every morning, waking up was his least favorite activity.
He slowly uncurls his body, moving the sheets to the end of the bed in the process, as his eyes opened to the near dismally small apartment he could call his own. His eyes trace around the room, seeing all of his few possessions right where they have always been: the wooden sword he was given by his mother shortly before her passing, the small-screen television that was always on Video2, the small pile of assorted books and cheap light at his bedside, as well as the small pile of clothing that was missing a dresser.
Matthew stretches, just like every morning, and stepped off his mattress that lies flat on the floor, thinking the same thing he did every morning as he rubs the back of his sore neck Why the hell do I sleep like that? That ever-present mystery of the morning stuck to his mind as he dressed himself, changing from his shirt and loose sweatpants into his cargo pants, one of the few shirts he owns, and his long coat. He walks to the door, grabbing the key to his place before locking the door and walking outside to the world.
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Pseudonym: Call me Ishma- I mean Rayne
Age: 20
Experience: I've RPed many forums and in an online wrestling federation (roughly 3 or 4 years RP experience).
How you found us: Through Sahoni
Password: ? My account password? If not, asparagus ^_^
---
Characters are fun
---
Name: Matthew Cross
Gender: Male
Age: 19/23
Race: Nephrilim/Vulpine Primal (I think that's for a fox... correct me if I'm wrong)
---
Character, yay
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Appearance: Matthew stands six feet tall with a one-hundred and seventy pound weight (he carries his weight well, appearing to weight a bit less). Straight, nearly black hair hangs at shoulder length, able to cover his dark green feral looking eyes easily if he droops his head. His skin is paler than the average European descended male, as if he'd been indoors for the past few months though he treks the Watersburg daytime often.
His usual clothing consists of a pair of solid black tennis shoes (brand unspecified), a pair of baggy black cargo pants held by a chain belt, a white long sleeve button shirt with the top three unbuttoned, and a black long coat than hangs to the floor. A silver chain with a cross pendant hangs from his neck. His hands are usually in the pockets of his coat at any given time.
Personality: Matthew is a quiet person, only choosing to speak when he feels it important or unavoidable. To those who don't know him he may seem cold and distant, but his true nature is that of a caregiver. He will go out of his way to help those he cares about as well as those he has the means to help.
Though Matt is an averagely smart person, comedy often goes over his head, much to the chagrin of some of his few friends. He could be called serious, but "socially awkward" would be a better descriptor. He dislikes fighting and hates bloodshed. When he absolutely has to fight (usually in order to protect someone), he uses his quickness rather than direct force, preferring to demoralize his foes into giving up or knocking them out rather than aiming to kill them.
He likes dramas and reading romance novels, though he'd never tell anyone, often blaming the existence of them in his home on his younger sister (he doesn't have one). Matt also like fruit flavored candy, playing videogames (usually one player), and a variety of music.
However; he dislikes action and romance movies (he thinks they're cliche), insects and arachnids, as well as cruelty in general (animals or humans, no matter what they've done).
Even though he shows some fox-like characteristics, he doesn't know of his true nature.
Familiar: None, but he does owns a cat.
Weapon of Preference: Martial arts or his kendo-style bokken (wooden katana-esque sword).
Job: Preferably a guardian.
Rp sample
Roleplay Sample: (Had to wing it :/)
The morning sunlight shone in through the window of the Maple View apartments onto the face of a pale-skinned man, curled up into a ball with the sheets fluffed up around him. The man, Matthew, slowly stirs awake. Just like every morning, waking up was his least favorite activity.
He slowly uncurls his body, moving the sheets to the end of the bed in the process, as his eyes opened to the near dismally small apartment he could call his own. His eyes trace around the room, seeing all of his few possessions right where they have always been: the wooden sword he was given by his mother shortly before her passing, the small-screen television that was always on Video2, the small pile of assorted books and cheap light at his bedside, as well as the small pile of clothing that was missing a dresser.
Matthew stretches, just like every morning, and stepped off his mattress that lies flat on the floor, thinking the same thing he did every morning as he rubs the back of his sore neck Why the hell do I sleep like that? That ever-present mystery of the morning stuck to his mind as he dressed himself, changing from his shirt and loose sweatpants into his cargo pants, one of the few shirts he owns, and his long coat. He walks to the door, grabbing the key to his place before locking the door and walking outside to the world.
