Post by K.I.W.I// on Nov 28, 2008 1:20:54 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Kiwi
How Long Have You Been RPing?: Four years.
*I do not own this picture. c: Found it on PB.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Reily Quinn Conway
Nickname: Reily has never really gotten a nickname, and if he did, he probably forgot it.
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: August 21, 1991
Year: Third
Nationality: American
Sexuality: Bisexual [/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black, with a hint of auburn in it.
Eye Color: Deep, rich chocolate brown
Height: 5'8
Clothes Style: This strapping young lad loves a simple, clean outfit that has a slightly vintage touch to it. For example, he loves his worn out leather belt with the dull silver buckle. Why? Because its pretty. On occasion he might be feeling that spontaneous, and add a bright splash of color to his attire, that is when he's not confined to his school uniform, which he finds alright; he keeps his tie loose and his shirt untucked in a messy fashion. Also, Reily normally wears his glasses, which are black, sleek and chic.
He loves them, even if he does look a little nerdy.
Basic Appearance:
Reily is a skimpy thing, his body being lean and faintly muscled, despite his small size. His complexion is fairly light in color, a dash of pink grazing across his cheekbones and lips, while a small collection of dusty freckles dapples across the bridge of his nose. Considering his rather high metabolism, Reily tends to eat quite a lot, and yet he still remains skinny and somewhat lanky. Like everyone, Reily has flaws, being his feet are way smaller then the rest of his body, making him look slightly out of proportion; his arms are also a bit shorter then normal.
.attitude
Talents: Reily isn't really one for skills, but he is actually really good at painting, even if its only minor.
Likes: Animals, cookies, sunny days, laughing, coffee beans, oldies rock, dancing, making other people happy, food, sleeping, doodling, friends, sharpies, skinny dipping, alcohol
Dislikes: Being alone, the dark, nightmares, the color orange, anything with excessive amounts of sugar on it, hurting people, lighting storms, being rejected.
Fears: Pain, bears, anything sharp and pointy, being hated, loosing someone he cares about
Strengths: Reily is a loyal friend and a caring individual you can count on to trust. He cares deeply for other people's well being, which has earned him a few friendships.
Weaknesses: Reily tends to trust people to easily, and is seduced by something as simple as a bag of sweets. Also, he's extremely clumsy and oblivious to many things, making him somewhat vulnerable.
Dreams: Since Reily doesn't dwell much on the future or past, he hasn't had the time to think of his dreams, although he has taken a higher interest in his painting.
Personality:
Reily has very strong inter-personal skills, and may find himself in the role of the peacemaker frequently. Since he makes decisions by using his personal values, he is usually very sympathetic and concerned for other people's well-being. Reily also tends to be quite generous and warm. He is very observant about other people, and seems to sense what is wrong with someone before others might, responding warmly with a solution to a practical need. He might not be the best advice-givers in the world, because he dislikes theory and future-planning, but hes great for giving practical care.
Reily happens to be a fun-loving spontaneous goof ball that loves to be the center of attention and put a smile on other people's faces, and at times even a bit obnoxious. He would love nothing more than for life to be a continual party, in which he plays the role of the happy host. Although Reily has a rather sunny disposition, he tends to be very oblivious to things and is extremely clumsy; he has the bruises to prove it. At times he can be rather nerdy, rambling on about star wars and how he'd wish the teachers would assign more homework so he would have something to do, since he tends to get it done fast and early.
When under a great deal of stress Reily gets overwhelmed with negatives thoughts and possibilities. As an optimistic individual who lives in the world of possibilities, negative possibilities do not sit well with him. In an effort to combat these thoughts, hes likely to come up with simple, global statements to explain away the problem.
.ze past
Family Members: Mother; Lily Madison Conway/ 46 / Book store owner
Father; Desceased
Little sister; Kimi Anne Conway / 7 / Student
Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland
History:
"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?"
"Daddy isn't coming home, honey"
A look of utter confusion crossed the 6 year olds face, as he stared at the wall in frustration. Daddy would get better! Reily had seen his father with his own eyes that very day in the hospital. The young mans face had looked tired and beaten, his eyes unnaturally dull. Leukemia wasn't so bad, was it?
--
Every night for three years Reily had secretly wished for his father to come home. The young boy longed to see that familiar face, and breath in the woody scent that always lingered on his father's clothes. When his father didn't come home on his ninth birthday, Reily gave up on ever seeing his father again. Even now a hidden pain lingers in the back of his heart.
Despite the fact his father it not with him physically, Reily still believes that his dad is with him no matter what. Sometimes, Reily even speaks to his father in private in times of high stress, like when his mother began drinking more and more.
A few times, when his mother got drunk, she hit Reily, and once even blamed him for his father's death, which left a gnarled scar in his mind and soul. Deep down, he knows his mother didn't mean the things she said, but it still hurts.
.other
Anything Else: Reily has only had sex once, and it was with his former girlfriend, whom he caught cheating on him. ;C
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
**Note- This is a small peice of work I've been working on. It fits into the fantasy/future/science genre. Enjoy. c:
He was known as “The Illusionist”.
A greedy fellow with a lust for power and a taste for blood; his victims were often found in abandoned buildings and old alleyways, their bodies covered in horrifying burns that deformed and mutilated their forms to a point where no identification could be made. The symptoms of his prey were strange, inhuman and nearly impossible to identify, although similar murders had been recorded some years back, but all the files pertaining this evidence had been destroyed.
On one truly knew what The Illusionist looked like, but his name and title were well known: Celsius Black. Of course, the government demanded any records that had anything to do with the Black family, but the only evidence that was collected was a single file, which told the mysterious death of the Black family, all of them having died on the same night, all bearing the same severe third degree burns that scarred their bodies beyond repair.
~~
“Not another one!”
A cop car stood solemnly outside the decaying building, the blue and red lights flashing across the structure’s grimy surface, casting sinister shadows into the corners. It might have been attractive at once, but know, the building’s once majestic walls were crumbling in, old weeds and ingrown plants crawling up its siding. Inside was deserted; the thick smell of mold and dampness streaked through the air like a sickness, making the building all the more disgusting. The two policemen frowned and shook their heads, although fear pulsed through them as if it was part of their own blood. Removing himself from the corpse that lay still on the floor, young Raven Cobara was beginning to become wary.
A thin spray of blood stained the wall next to the body, while burns covered the victims face and torso, destroying the poor soul’s identity. Brushing strands of light hair from his face, Raven kneeled down next to his partner, gazing at the corpse in uneasiness. Raven had only been on the force for a short three years, but had already had his fair share of dead bodies, and yet he had never gotten used to the sticky feeling that floated in the air when he was around them.
Raven was a fiery character who took everything seriously, giving him a rather strong renown among the other police stations that surrounded the area. He was tall, with handsomely sculpted features and pale, porcelain skin that stood out against his cold, royal blue eyes, his hair an angelic white blond.
The young man’s past was laced with despair and licked with a bitter loneliness. At the fragile age of twelve, his mother died from unknown causes, leaving him with only his father and older brother, who had no sympathy for the troubled boy that Raven was. His father had sunken into depression after his mother’s death, making him a cruel and unforgiving father who treated his sons like simple animals underneath his command.
At the more mature age of sixteen, Raven had run away in the dead of night, hoping to leave his pain and troubles behind. The now young teenager raised himself on the streets, training himself in combat; it wasn’t long until he was accepted into a police training academy for his breath taking skills, having earned a full scholarship. Raven trained and studied hard, hoping to be able to lock up people like his father, and let the world forget them. After a long period of five years in the academy, Raven graduated at the top of his class, a highly respected man with a hot temper and a knack for sarcasm.
His path was now set in stone, or was it?
“We should call the Murder Squad…”
Raven’s tone was flat and disapproving as he gazed down at the mangled body before him. A sick feeling arose in his stomach as he quickly turned away, heading out to the car.
“Be right back,” He mumbled to his partner, Regis, who only gave a half hearted nod in the younger officer’s direction. Raven kept his eyes locked straight forward as he reached his destination. Grabbing the radio, he alerted the station, his voice dark.
“Hey Cerise, we got another one”
“Again? Damn, that’s the fifth one this week! You probably want the Murder Squad, huh?”
“Yeah. Also, you should alert the chief so he can send word to the agency. Things are getting a little out of hand.”
“You got it!” Cerise paused for a moment, before continuing, sounding slightly out of breath.
“Okay, Raven! The Squad will be right over. You and Regis can come back now”
“Thanks, Cerise”
Breathing in the night air, Raven felt strange; it was a complex feeling, first seeping into his skin, before dissolving into his bones, wracking his skeleton with a sickening realization. The young officer could feel the penetrating stare through the darkness, and his body turned rigid. His heart fluttering like a caged bird, Raven casually fetched Regis and slipped into the car, speeding away from the building.
It wasn’t long before the two reached the station, the Murder Squad having already left to the crime scene. As Raven passed Cerise, who looked rather flustered with an arm load of paperwork and files, he inclined his head towards the Chief’s office.
“He wants to see you, Raven.”
A nervous feeling growling in his stomach, the young man approached the large oak double doors, a pair of matching silver knockers on each side. With hesitant fingers, Raven quietly pulled the door open and gasped at the site before him.
The off-white walls appeared to be stained a deep crimson, no doubt blood, and various pieces of furniture had been demolished, books and papers throw across the wooden floor, while small pots of black ink mixed with the pools of blood. There on top of the smooth desk lay Chief Quinton, his body covered in burns that exposed his muscles and tendons, streams of blood dripping from various puncture wounds that dotted his body. Gasping for air, Raven felt a scream escape his lips, the large office seaming to get smaller and smaller, as his mind grew blacker and blacker, until he was finally consumed in darkness. ~
(( I hope that will suffice. c; ))
Your Name: Kiwi
How Long Have You Been RPing?: Four years.
*I do not own this picture. c: Found it on PB.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Reily Quinn Conway
Nickname: Reily has never really gotten a nickname, and if he did, he probably forgot it.
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: August 21, 1991
Year: Third
Nationality: American
Sexuality: Bisexual [/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black, with a hint of auburn in it.
Eye Color: Deep, rich chocolate brown
Height: 5'8
Clothes Style: This strapping young lad loves a simple, clean outfit that has a slightly vintage touch to it. For example, he loves his worn out leather belt with the dull silver buckle. Why? Because its pretty. On occasion he might be feeling that spontaneous, and add a bright splash of color to his attire, that is when he's not confined to his school uniform, which he finds alright; he keeps his tie loose and his shirt untucked in a messy fashion. Also, Reily normally wears his glasses, which are black, sleek and chic.
He loves them, even if he does look a little nerdy.
Basic Appearance:
Reily is a skimpy thing, his body being lean and faintly muscled, despite his small size. His complexion is fairly light in color, a dash of pink grazing across his cheekbones and lips, while a small collection of dusty freckles dapples across the bridge of his nose. Considering his rather high metabolism, Reily tends to eat quite a lot, and yet he still remains skinny and somewhat lanky. Like everyone, Reily has flaws, being his feet are way smaller then the rest of his body, making him look slightly out of proportion; his arms are also a bit shorter then normal.
.attitude
Talents: Reily isn't really one for skills, but he is actually really good at painting, even if its only minor.
Likes: Animals, cookies, sunny days, laughing, coffee beans, oldies rock, dancing, making other people happy, food, sleeping, doodling, friends, sharpies, skinny dipping, alcohol
Dislikes: Being alone, the dark, nightmares, the color orange, anything with excessive amounts of sugar on it, hurting people, lighting storms, being rejected.
Fears: Pain, bears, anything sharp and pointy, being hated, loosing someone he cares about
Strengths: Reily is a loyal friend and a caring individual you can count on to trust. He cares deeply for other people's well being, which has earned him a few friendships.
Weaknesses: Reily tends to trust people to easily, and is seduced by something as simple as a bag of sweets. Also, he's extremely clumsy and oblivious to many things, making him somewhat vulnerable.
Dreams: Since Reily doesn't dwell much on the future or past, he hasn't had the time to think of his dreams, although he has taken a higher interest in his painting.
Personality:
Reily has very strong inter-personal skills, and may find himself in the role of the peacemaker frequently. Since he makes decisions by using his personal values, he is usually very sympathetic and concerned for other people's well-being. Reily also tends to be quite generous and warm. He is very observant about other people, and seems to sense what is wrong with someone before others might, responding warmly with a solution to a practical need. He might not be the best advice-givers in the world, because he dislikes theory and future-planning, but hes great for giving practical care.
Reily happens to be a fun-loving spontaneous goof ball that loves to be the center of attention and put a smile on other people's faces, and at times even a bit obnoxious. He would love nothing more than for life to be a continual party, in which he plays the role of the happy host. Although Reily has a rather sunny disposition, he tends to be very oblivious to things and is extremely clumsy; he has the bruises to prove it. At times he can be rather nerdy, rambling on about star wars and how he'd wish the teachers would assign more homework so he would have something to do, since he tends to get it done fast and early.
When under a great deal of stress Reily gets overwhelmed with negatives thoughts and possibilities. As an optimistic individual who lives in the world of possibilities, negative possibilities do not sit well with him. In an effort to combat these thoughts, hes likely to come up with simple, global statements to explain away the problem.
.ze past
Family Members: Mother; Lily Madison Conway/ 46 / Book store owner
Father; Desceased
Little sister; Kimi Anne Conway / 7 / Student
Hometown: Baltimore, Maryland
History:
"Mommy, when is daddy coming home?"
"Daddy isn't coming home, honey"
A look of utter confusion crossed the 6 year olds face, as he stared at the wall in frustration. Daddy would get better! Reily had seen his father with his own eyes that very day in the hospital. The young mans face had looked tired and beaten, his eyes unnaturally dull. Leukemia wasn't so bad, was it?
--
Every night for three years Reily had secretly wished for his father to come home. The young boy longed to see that familiar face, and breath in the woody scent that always lingered on his father's clothes. When his father didn't come home on his ninth birthday, Reily gave up on ever seeing his father again. Even now a hidden pain lingers in the back of his heart.
Despite the fact his father it not with him physically, Reily still believes that his dad is with him no matter what. Sometimes, Reily even speaks to his father in private in times of high stress, like when his mother began drinking more and more.
A few times, when his mother got drunk, she hit Reily, and once even blamed him for his father's death, which left a gnarled scar in his mind and soul. Deep down, he knows his mother didn't mean the things she said, but it still hurts.
.other
Anything Else: Reily has only had sex once, and it was with his former girlfriend, whom he caught cheating on him. ;C
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
**Note- This is a small peice of work I've been working on. It fits into the fantasy/future/science genre. Enjoy. c:
He was known as “The Illusionist”.
A greedy fellow with a lust for power and a taste for blood; his victims were often found in abandoned buildings and old alleyways, their bodies covered in horrifying burns that deformed and mutilated their forms to a point where no identification could be made. The symptoms of his prey were strange, inhuman and nearly impossible to identify, although similar murders had been recorded some years back, but all the files pertaining this evidence had been destroyed.
On one truly knew what The Illusionist looked like, but his name and title were well known: Celsius Black. Of course, the government demanded any records that had anything to do with the Black family, but the only evidence that was collected was a single file, which told the mysterious death of the Black family, all of them having died on the same night, all bearing the same severe third degree burns that scarred their bodies beyond repair.
~~
“Not another one!”
A cop car stood solemnly outside the decaying building, the blue and red lights flashing across the structure’s grimy surface, casting sinister shadows into the corners. It might have been attractive at once, but know, the building’s once majestic walls were crumbling in, old weeds and ingrown plants crawling up its siding. Inside was deserted; the thick smell of mold and dampness streaked through the air like a sickness, making the building all the more disgusting. The two policemen frowned and shook their heads, although fear pulsed through them as if it was part of their own blood. Removing himself from the corpse that lay still on the floor, young Raven Cobara was beginning to become wary.
A thin spray of blood stained the wall next to the body, while burns covered the victims face and torso, destroying the poor soul’s identity. Brushing strands of light hair from his face, Raven kneeled down next to his partner, gazing at the corpse in uneasiness. Raven had only been on the force for a short three years, but had already had his fair share of dead bodies, and yet he had never gotten used to the sticky feeling that floated in the air when he was around them.
Raven was a fiery character who took everything seriously, giving him a rather strong renown among the other police stations that surrounded the area. He was tall, with handsomely sculpted features and pale, porcelain skin that stood out against his cold, royal blue eyes, his hair an angelic white blond.
The young man’s past was laced with despair and licked with a bitter loneliness. At the fragile age of twelve, his mother died from unknown causes, leaving him with only his father and older brother, who had no sympathy for the troubled boy that Raven was. His father had sunken into depression after his mother’s death, making him a cruel and unforgiving father who treated his sons like simple animals underneath his command.
At the more mature age of sixteen, Raven had run away in the dead of night, hoping to leave his pain and troubles behind. The now young teenager raised himself on the streets, training himself in combat; it wasn’t long until he was accepted into a police training academy for his breath taking skills, having earned a full scholarship. Raven trained and studied hard, hoping to be able to lock up people like his father, and let the world forget them. After a long period of five years in the academy, Raven graduated at the top of his class, a highly respected man with a hot temper and a knack for sarcasm.
His path was now set in stone, or was it?
“We should call the Murder Squad…”
Raven’s tone was flat and disapproving as he gazed down at the mangled body before him. A sick feeling arose in his stomach as he quickly turned away, heading out to the car.
“Be right back,” He mumbled to his partner, Regis, who only gave a half hearted nod in the younger officer’s direction. Raven kept his eyes locked straight forward as he reached his destination. Grabbing the radio, he alerted the station, his voice dark.
“Hey Cerise, we got another one”
“Again? Damn, that’s the fifth one this week! You probably want the Murder Squad, huh?”
“Yeah. Also, you should alert the chief so he can send word to the agency. Things are getting a little out of hand.”
“You got it!” Cerise paused for a moment, before continuing, sounding slightly out of breath.
“Okay, Raven! The Squad will be right over. You and Regis can come back now”
“Thanks, Cerise”
Breathing in the night air, Raven felt strange; it was a complex feeling, first seeping into his skin, before dissolving into his bones, wracking his skeleton with a sickening realization. The young officer could feel the penetrating stare through the darkness, and his body turned rigid. His heart fluttering like a caged bird, Raven casually fetched Regis and slipped into the car, speeding away from the building.
It wasn’t long before the two reached the station, the Murder Squad having already left to the crime scene. As Raven passed Cerise, who looked rather flustered with an arm load of paperwork and files, he inclined his head towards the Chief’s office.
“He wants to see you, Raven.”
A nervous feeling growling in his stomach, the young man approached the large oak double doors, a pair of matching silver knockers on each side. With hesitant fingers, Raven quietly pulled the door open and gasped at the site before him.
The off-white walls appeared to be stained a deep crimson, no doubt blood, and various pieces of furniture had been demolished, books and papers throw across the wooden floor, while small pots of black ink mixed with the pools of blood. There on top of the smooth desk lay Chief Quinton, his body covered in burns that exposed his muscles and tendons, streams of blood dripping from various puncture wounds that dotted his body. Gasping for air, Raven felt a scream escape his lips, the large office seaming to get smaller and smaller, as his mind grew blacker and blacker, until he was finally consumed in darkness. ~
(( I hope that will suffice. c; ))
