Post by scarge on Nov 21, 2008 20:45:00 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Sven(I'm not swedish)
How Long Have You Been RPing?: About four years.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Dionysius Wahrheit Sahne
Nickname: Dio, Dion, prefers Wahrmensch(Literally true human)
Age: 15
Birthday: Oct 27th
Year: 2nd year
Nationality: German/American
.appearance
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue/gray, can be either
Height: 5'10"
Clothes Style: Casual preferably, although he will dress up
Basic Appearance:
Dionysius is tall and thin, when described quickly. His hair goes down to his shoulders, and his eyes seem to be both filled with emotions yet kept completely lacking in emotion. Dionysius is a bit more feminine than some and is definitely not muscular, especially when compared to those who actively stay in 'good shape'. While he does have below-average muscle mass, Dionysius is not noticeably weak when compared to most people. Dionysius' face is divided by a line comprised of about 20 freckles, and his cheeks are dotted with them, making his forehead stand out when it is not obscured by his hair. Something that makes him stand out a bit once you get close to him is that his fingernails are longer than most people's. Dionysius keeps his fingernails long, and uses them as weapons when his intent is to cause pain rather than do real harm.
.attitude
Talents: Dionysius can write well, and while he is not very active, 'catches his breath' very quickly, taking a while to tire out. Dionysius can do math well, and is a quick learner, which allows him to do many things well.
Likes: Well-drawn pictures, tea, playing soccer, writing, drawing, talking with others, DnD, history, music, cool days, swimming
Dislikes: Bad grammar/spelling, people who are hostile for no reason, discrimination, cold/hot weather, narrow-minded people
Fears: An odd, semi-reoccurring dream involving distance and some unfathomable thing to be feared, confined spaces, dark/silent places, silence(in certain situations)
Strengths: Learns quickly, adapts to things quickly, flexible, intelligent, quasi-paranoid analytical habits
Weaknesses: Unable to perform well physically for long periods of time, random attention faze-outs
Dreams: To be wealthy, possibly write novels, generally be able to not need to do much work
Personality:
Dionysius is cheerful most of the time, and has a loose control over his emotions. Very sociable, Dionysius tends to make a host of friends and have a small group of close friends that he is usually doing something with, although he occasionally goes into periods where he prefers to be alone. Dionysius judges of first impressions, although it takes quite a while for him to be hostile towards someone if they are hostile to him. Dionysius tends to respond in kind to however someone acts, and does not hold onto a grudge for long. While he does not get angry at things some others are enraged by, he occasionally goes into a fit of rage at a detail or some other unimportant thing.
.ze past
Family Members: Father and mother, careers in computer programming and writing, respectively. Brother and sister, both younger.
Hometown: Dürferden, Germany.
History:
Dionysius grew up in a middle class home that slowly became more wealthy. Having a relatively happy childhood, Dionysius enjoyed relative stability in his life and kept several friends from elementary school in middle school. Not long ago, a long-term group of friends spread apart, and Dionysius has few friends in the school, most of them having moved during the summer. Therefore Dionysius has found himself in both an annoying and opportunity-filled position: one in which he will make new friends and possibly change his "image" into one he prefers more. Dionysius spoke German in his home to keep it from nearly fading from his mind, and occasionally the language seeps over into his English, especially during stressful or otherwise out-of-the-ordinary occasions.
.other
Anything Else: Dionysius has a fascination with pain, and can induce "controlled masochism" when he is in pain. Enjoying growing pains and a few other aches, Dionysius is innately curios about pain in general, as he is with many things.
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
"Alright, I attack him." The boy said, tossing the die he held in his hand onto the table.
"Oooh! A crit! Roll confirmation, quick!" Another said, making a mental note to use the die the other had used.
"Alright, then...Yeah, nineteen is a hit, right?" The first boy asked, looking after rolling the die again.
"Yep. Damage. That'll be 2d6x2+5, then." The third boy said from behind a foot-tall paper screen. The sound two dice being shaken and then falling onto the table was the only sound in the room, followed an outburst of laughter.
"Alright, I deal 29 points. Is it dead?" The boy who had just rolled the dice asked, making gestures to his companion to stay quiet. The gestures, however, were ignored as the boy continued to laugh, now rolling on the floor clutching his sides.
"Yep. You chop the head off of the armor and it falls to the ground, the odd shimmer around it dissipating a second later. The robed figure gasps and says something under his breath before pointing at you," The boy behind the screen explained, making a gesture to indicate the one who's character had defeated the armor. "And the door behind you slams shut. What do you do?" The boy finished, smiling and resting his chin on his hands.
"I, ah, I cast fireball. I deal, ah, 44 points." The laughing boy said, beginning to recover as he rolled a handful of six-sided dice. The boy behind the screen winced, wrote something on a paper concealed by the red-and-blue screen in front of him and looked up to his friends, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
"The explosion of flame sears the air, as the flames disappear you no longer see the robed figure, but now a section of the floor has completely melted, and piercing shrieks are resonating from below. What do you do now?" He said, looking a bit nervous now.
"Well, I pick up the arrowheads I got from the guards and throw them into the middle of the melted area. What happens?" The boy who had defeated the living armor asked, chewing on a clump of orange hair and glancing over at his companion, who was fiddling with some dice in his left hand.
Your Name: Sven(I'm not swedish)
How Long Have You Been RPing?: About four years.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Dionysius Wahrheit Sahne
Nickname: Dio, Dion, prefers Wahrmensch(Literally true human)
Age: 15
Birthday: Oct 27th
Year: 2nd year
Nationality: German/American
.appearance
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue/gray, can be either
Height: 5'10"
Clothes Style: Casual preferably, although he will dress up
Basic Appearance:
Dionysius is tall and thin, when described quickly. His hair goes down to his shoulders, and his eyes seem to be both filled with emotions yet kept completely lacking in emotion. Dionysius is a bit more feminine than some and is definitely not muscular, especially when compared to those who actively stay in 'good shape'. While he does have below-average muscle mass, Dionysius is not noticeably weak when compared to most people. Dionysius' face is divided by a line comprised of about 20 freckles, and his cheeks are dotted with them, making his forehead stand out when it is not obscured by his hair. Something that makes him stand out a bit once you get close to him is that his fingernails are longer than most people's. Dionysius keeps his fingernails long, and uses them as weapons when his intent is to cause pain rather than do real harm.
.attitude
Talents: Dionysius can write well, and while he is not very active, 'catches his breath' very quickly, taking a while to tire out. Dionysius can do math well, and is a quick learner, which allows him to do many things well.
Likes: Well-drawn pictures, tea, playing soccer, writing, drawing, talking with others, DnD, history, music, cool days, swimming
Dislikes: Bad grammar/spelling, people who are hostile for no reason, discrimination, cold/hot weather, narrow-minded people
Fears: An odd, semi-reoccurring dream involving distance and some unfathomable thing to be feared, confined spaces, dark/silent places, silence(in certain situations)
Strengths: Learns quickly, adapts to things quickly, flexible, intelligent, quasi-paranoid analytical habits
Weaknesses: Unable to perform well physically for long periods of time, random attention faze-outs
Dreams: To be wealthy, possibly write novels, generally be able to not need to do much work
Personality:
Dionysius is cheerful most of the time, and has a loose control over his emotions. Very sociable, Dionysius tends to make a host of friends and have a small group of close friends that he is usually doing something with, although he occasionally goes into periods where he prefers to be alone. Dionysius judges of first impressions, although it takes quite a while for him to be hostile towards someone if they are hostile to him. Dionysius tends to respond in kind to however someone acts, and does not hold onto a grudge for long. While he does not get angry at things some others are enraged by, he occasionally goes into a fit of rage at a detail or some other unimportant thing.
.ze past
Family Members: Father and mother, careers in computer programming and writing, respectively. Brother and sister, both younger.
Hometown: Dürferden, Germany.
History:
Dionysius grew up in a middle class home that slowly became more wealthy. Having a relatively happy childhood, Dionysius enjoyed relative stability in his life and kept several friends from elementary school in middle school. Not long ago, a long-term group of friends spread apart, and Dionysius has few friends in the school, most of them having moved during the summer. Therefore Dionysius has found himself in both an annoying and opportunity-filled position: one in which he will make new friends and possibly change his "image" into one he prefers more. Dionysius spoke German in his home to keep it from nearly fading from his mind, and occasionally the language seeps over into his English, especially during stressful or otherwise out-of-the-ordinary occasions.
.other
Anything Else: Dionysius has a fascination with pain, and can induce "controlled masochism" when he is in pain. Enjoying growing pains and a few other aches, Dionysius is innately curios about pain in general, as he is with many things.
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
"Alright, I attack him." The boy said, tossing the die he held in his hand onto the table.
"Oooh! A crit! Roll confirmation, quick!" Another said, making a mental note to use the die the other had used.
"Alright, then...Yeah, nineteen is a hit, right?" The first boy asked, looking after rolling the die again.
"Yep. Damage. That'll be 2d6x2+5, then." The third boy said from behind a foot-tall paper screen. The sound two dice being shaken and then falling onto the table was the only sound in the room, followed an outburst of laughter.
"Alright, I deal 29 points. Is it dead?" The boy who had just rolled the dice asked, making gestures to his companion to stay quiet. The gestures, however, were ignored as the boy continued to laugh, now rolling on the floor clutching his sides.
"Yep. You chop the head off of the armor and it falls to the ground, the odd shimmer around it dissipating a second later. The robed figure gasps and says something under his breath before pointing at you," The boy behind the screen explained, making a gesture to indicate the one who's character had defeated the armor. "And the door behind you slams shut. What do you do?" The boy finished, smiling and resting his chin on his hands.
"I, ah, I cast fireball. I deal, ah, 44 points." The laughing boy said, beginning to recover as he rolled a handful of six-sided dice. The boy behind the screen winced, wrote something on a paper concealed by the red-and-blue screen in front of him and looked up to his friends, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
"The explosion of flame sears the air, as the flames disappear you no longer see the robed figure, but now a section of the floor has completely melted, and piercing shrieks are resonating from below. What do you do now?" He said, looking a bit nervous now.
"Well, I pick up the arrowheads I got from the guards and throw them into the middle of the melted area. What happens?" The boy who had defeated the living armor asked, chewing on a clump of orange hair and glancing over at his companion, who was fiddling with some dice in his left hand.
