Post by Death on Nov 4, 2008 10:56:50 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Death (Or Toll, if you do so prefer)
How Long Have You Been RPing?: … Approximately two years
.in character
(Because I can't find a good picture.)
.basic info
Name: Albin Dante
Nickname: He prefers “Mr. Dante” or “Dante.” His first name is to be used only if necessary. (Nicknames are to be used by either the extremely brave or extremely stupid.)
Age: 16
Birthday: January 21st 1992
Year: 2nd
Nationality: English, but has lived most of his life abroad.[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color:White Blonde
Eye Color: Light Blue
Height: 5’6.5”
Clothes Style: but sophisticated. He wears the school uniform, of course, and it is always freshly pressed and neat. His casual in-dorm style normally consists of a long-sleeved shirt, preferably a turtleneck, and slacks.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:
Likes: Quiet
Rules
People who follow the rules
Classical Music
The Color Blue
Sleeping
Cats
The view of the country through a nice big window in a nice big cozy house.
Dislikes: Noise.
People who like disobeying the rules
Chaos
Overly friendly people
Being called feminine, girly, pretty, etcetera.
People who do not study.
Sugary things.
Drugs, smoking, that kind of shit.
Unnecessary swearing
The idea of “love”
Fears: Failing. He really fears failing, a lot.
Being ridiculed, left out of the circle, hated.
He’s afraid of snakes, tunnels, coffins, sickness, and last of all, Indian people.
Strengths: Academics,
Being strong willed
Not being distracted easily
Weaknesses: Physically, he’s weak. Last time he played a sport, he got knocked out. He also must put on tons of sunscreen before going outside for any length of time at all. His eyesight is also not good in the least. He wears contacts, glasses and heavy super magnifying glasses, depending on the amount of reading (or seeing) he needs to do.
He also has horrible people skills, and prefers to distance himself from everybody.
Dreams: Albin is not the type to have many dreams, not liking to be let down, however he does have one dream. It ‘s his expectation to become a skilled businessman in the world by the time he turns twenty seven. Otherwise, he will probably go insane.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Lord Basil Antonio Dante [51] Duke and Businessman
Prudence Dante [37] Duchess and ex-actress
Fifi [15] his mother’s poodle
Peregrine [1 1/2] Albin’s replacement as Heir
Hometown:Born in a hospital in Paris, France. But they were just visiting. The first memories he has are in England and India.
History:
.other
Anything Else: Albin is a real name meaning “white” and it comes from the same root as “albino.”
.roleplaying
On the back wall, where no windows were, and therefore no sunlight was; was a table. It was a smallish table, and at this table, on stools, sat two (supposedly) men. One was thin, and the other had a nice thickness to him. Not fat, I would warn you, but muscles and... bulk. He would remind you of a small bear. No tummy resting tables for this guy.
Well. Another thing you could say about these two was that they wore cloaks. Hooded cloaks. Dark thick hooded cloaks. Thin-boy (he was probably a youth, or a girl) had a dark blue one, of great quality, and it was not as dirty as you would expect it to be. He probably had two, or more, cloaks. After all, it was two miles to the next HOUSE. And they certainly weren't from here.
Little-bear-man's cloak was brown. And OLD. Very old, with patches and bloodstains and whatnot. (BLOODSTAINS? THE PLOT DEEPENS! DUN DUN-)
"I can't breathe in this infernal thing!" muttered thin-youth. He was a youth of some sort, seventeen, eighteen? Hmmm....
"... Then take it off. No one's going to recognize you here, lad," the big man's voice was comforting. Like a father you never had.
And so the thin youth took off his cloak. He had to stand up to do it. WHOOSH!
His age was probably around eighteen or so. He was a slender man with a graceful body of good lineage. His facial features were delicate, and small, well crafted. He was obviously noble stock.
His skin was pale, ever so pale! His hair was white blond, and his eyes?
They were a fair, pale, blue. Like a very washed-out blueberry. And as he moved around and the lighting shifted, they seemed to be violet, or red. And as soon as the lighting went normal, they were light blue again.
And he obviously WAS noble stock. He moved gracefully, but snobbily. His expression said "Why must I sit in a dirty TAVERN? I am higher than all here."
Here they were, sitting in a TAVERN of all places, and he was putting on /airs./ The bear-man snorted. And took off his hood. His hair was brown, his skin of a lighter tone, and his eyes were brown. He was extremely NORMAL. And his nose had been broken, twice or more.
"Look here, lad. If a thief saw you, he'd rob you blind. And maybe kill you. Which isn't very fun, I've heard. So stop with this fancy nonsense. It's enough having to drag around someone with your looks. I refuse to put up with your silliness."
The youth eyed him warily, but kept his mouth shut. His pride had been wounded, and he was ready to fight to avenge it. [/font]
[glow=red,2,300] (A half assed intro from half a year ago. Enjoy.) [/glow]
Your Name: Death (Or Toll, if you do so prefer)
How Long Have You Been RPing?: … Approximately two years
.in character
(Because I can't find a good picture.)
.basic info
Name: Albin Dante
Nickname: He prefers “Mr. Dante” or “Dante.” His first name is to be used only if necessary. (Nicknames are to be used by either the extremely brave or extremely stupid.)
Age: 16
Birthday: January 21st 1992
Year: 2nd
Nationality: English, but has lived most of his life abroad.[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color:White Blonde
Eye Color: Light Blue
Height: 5’6.5”
Clothes Style: but sophisticated. He wears the school uniform, of course, and it is always freshly pressed and neat. His casual in-dorm style normally consists of a long-sleeved shirt, preferably a turtleneck, and slacks.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:
Likes: Quiet
Rules
People who follow the rules
Classical Music
The Color Blue
Sleeping
Cats
The view of the country through a nice big window in a nice big cozy house.
Dislikes: Noise.
People who like disobeying the rules
Chaos
Overly friendly people
Being called feminine, girly, pretty, etcetera.
People who do not study.
Sugary things.
Drugs, smoking, that kind of shit.
Unnecessary swearing
The idea of “love”
Fears: Failing. He really fears failing, a lot.
Being ridiculed, left out of the circle, hated.
He’s afraid of snakes, tunnels, coffins, sickness, and last of all, Indian people.
Strengths: Academics,
Being strong willed
Not being distracted easily
Weaknesses: Physically, he’s weak. Last time he played a sport, he got knocked out. He also must put on tons of sunscreen before going outside for any length of time at all. His eyesight is also not good in the least. He wears contacts, glasses and heavy super magnifying glasses, depending on the amount of reading (or seeing) he needs to do.
He also has horrible people skills, and prefers to distance himself from everybody.
Dreams: Albin is not the type to have many dreams, not liking to be let down, however he does have one dream. It ‘s his expectation to become a skilled businessman in the world by the time he turns twenty seven. Otherwise, he will probably go insane.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Lord Basil Antonio Dante [51] Duke and Businessman
Prudence Dante [37] Duchess and ex-actress
Fifi [15] his mother’s poodle
Peregrine [1 1/2] Albin’s replacement as Heir
Hometown:Born in a hospital in Paris, France. But they were just visiting. The first memories he has are in England and India.
History:
.other
Anything Else: Albin is a real name meaning “white” and it comes from the same root as “albino.”
.roleplaying
On the back wall, where no windows were, and therefore no sunlight was; was a table. It was a smallish table, and at this table, on stools, sat two (supposedly) men. One was thin, and the other had a nice thickness to him. Not fat, I would warn you, but muscles and... bulk. He would remind you of a small bear. No tummy resting tables for this guy.
Well. Another thing you could say about these two was that they wore cloaks. Hooded cloaks. Dark thick hooded cloaks. Thin-boy (he was probably a youth, or a girl) had a dark blue one, of great quality, and it was not as dirty as you would expect it to be. He probably had two, or more, cloaks. After all, it was two miles to the next HOUSE. And they certainly weren't from here.
Little-bear-man's cloak was brown. And OLD. Very old, with patches and bloodstains and whatnot. (BLOODSTAINS? THE PLOT DEEPENS! DUN DUN-)
"I can't breathe in this infernal thing!" muttered thin-youth. He was a youth of some sort, seventeen, eighteen? Hmmm....
"... Then take it off. No one's going to recognize you here, lad," the big man's voice was comforting. Like a father you never had.
And so the thin youth took off his cloak. He had to stand up to do it. WHOOSH!
His age was probably around eighteen or so. He was a slender man with a graceful body of good lineage. His facial features were delicate, and small, well crafted. He was obviously noble stock.
His skin was pale, ever so pale! His hair was white blond, and his eyes?
They were a fair, pale, blue. Like a very washed-out blueberry. And as he moved around and the lighting shifted, they seemed to be violet, or red. And as soon as the lighting went normal, they were light blue again.
And he obviously WAS noble stock. He moved gracefully, but snobbily. His expression said "Why must I sit in a dirty TAVERN? I am higher than all here."
Here they were, sitting in a TAVERN of all places, and he was putting on /airs./ The bear-man snorted. And took off his hood. His hair was brown, his skin of a lighter tone, and his eyes were brown. He was extremely NORMAL. And his nose had been broken, twice or more.
"Look here, lad. If a thief saw you, he'd rob you blind. And maybe kill you. Which isn't very fun, I've heard. So stop with this fancy nonsense. It's enough having to drag around someone with your looks. I refuse to put up with your silliness."
The youth eyed him warily, but kept his mouth shut. His pride had been wounded, and he was ready to fight to avenge it. [/font]
[glow=red,2,300] (A half assed intro from half a year ago. Enjoy.) [/glow]
