Post by kristen on Nov 7, 2008 19:11:28 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Kristen
How Long Have You Been RPing?: 6+ years, on and off.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Vincent Leonardo Decormir
Nickname: Occationally Vinny, but that's very rare.
Age: 17
Birthday: December 2
Year: 3rd
Nationality: American[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6' 1"
Clothes Style: He isn't partial to the school uniform that he was given, but he wears it without fuss. As for casual clothing, Vincent has all the tools he needs to look his best. With a credit card burning a hole in his pocket, he's mostly found in designer jeans and tops. He doesn't wear outrageous colors, mostly black, blue and gray. Under the expectations of his parents, he doesn't go ultra casual often. Darkwash jeans and a button down shirt are his usual looks. It gets dull after a while, but he got used to it quickly.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Vincent prides himself that he can pick up about any sport and be horrendously good at it. He sings fairly well also, but he doesn't brag about it.
Likes:
dogs
rainy days
men
reading
music, specifically alternative pop
horses
the simple things
fast, expensive cars (his one expensive indulgence)
mint chocolate
friends
people who like him for him
crushes
Dislikes:
users
credit cards, though he often uses his
parents who buy their children off
spiders
his parents
his brother
people who like him for his money
chaos
Fears: Vincent fears becoming like his parents and brother. They are so consumed with wealth, status and perfection that it makes him rather sick to look at them. He wants to look past the money and actually have a real life.
Strengths: Vincent is very good at protecting himself from harm. He tends to distrust in individuals, protecting himself from those who want to use him for his money. You could also call this a flaw, but in his opinion, it makes him stronger.
Weaknesses: Vincent goes weak at the knees for a gorgeous boy. He'll simply melt into a puddle if he gets a lopsided smile. He is also pretty vulnerable to being used for his money.
Dreams: Vincent wants to become a pro sports player of some sort. If that doesn't happen, he wants to attend college to be a doctor.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members:
Mother | Leticia Decormir | Housewife
Father | James Decormir | CEO of a Fortune 500 Company
Twin Brother | James Decormir Jr. | Flunked out of Eddingborough last year
Hometown:
New York, New York
History:
.other
Anything Else: None
.roleplaying[/font]
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
(With an older character. This was also a while ago. Hope you don't mind)
It was early evening then, and the sun had just begun to set on the horizon. A lone male figure found himself wandering the campus aimlessly, with no purpose, no goal. The converse clad feet of the boy made no sound against the cool grass that lay under his body. His thin limbs were clad not brightly, as they usually were, but more simply this day. He wore girl pants, obviously. They fit tight around his stick like legs that were just barely fledged with muscle. A black shirt clung tightly to his upper body. It didn't say anything sarcastic on the front, which was a near first for the boy. It said the name of a band, one most didn't know of. He was pretty sure nobody had heard of them. A rainbow spiked belt hung loosely at his waist, making no effort to hold up the pants that were slowly sagging on the boy.
His oddly colored eyes looked up. Yes, his eyes were odd. One was blue, the other being a vibrant purple. They drank in the sunset, the silence that the night brought with it. Especially the silence. A song popped into the teen's mind. He chuckled to himself. It was in Japanese, and he didn't speak Japanese. That was a great help. Slender hands found taught pockets. His fingertips slipped in, the boy slumping slightly as his feet moved across the grass of the green. His hair hung from his head like a mop. Perhaps a well cared for mop.
A sigh escaped from his mouth, and he then realized that he was alone for the first time in a long time. The loneliness brought him angst. Not the typical angst a teenage emo felt. Not the cut your wrists kind. Just sadness. It wasn't like Jeremy would ever stoop to that kind of crap. It was pointless and he believed that no matter how crappy his life was at the time, it would always get better. That's why he didn't do any of that stupid shit.
A lone tree sat in the middle of the yard. Jeremy peered at it quizzically. To climb or not to climb? That was the question. To climb obviously was the answer. A dull smile appeared on the boy's face, as he gripped a branch and hoisted himself up into the tree. He was happy with his decision, the tree had a quiet breeze running though it, one that you couldn't feel from the ground. He lazily sighed, this one being more of a contented one. He swung his legs back and forth on the perch he sat on and watched as the sun began to dip below the horizon
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Your Name: Kristen
How Long Have You Been RPing?: 6+ years, on and off.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Vincent Leonardo Decormir
Nickname: Occationally Vinny, but that's very rare.
Age: 17
Birthday: December 2
Year: 3rd
Nationality: American[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 6' 1"
Clothes Style: He isn't partial to the school uniform that he was given, but he wears it without fuss. As for casual clothing, Vincent has all the tools he needs to look his best. With a credit card burning a hole in his pocket, he's mostly found in designer jeans and tops. He doesn't wear outrageous colors, mostly black, blue and gray. Under the expectations of his parents, he doesn't go ultra casual often. Darkwash jeans and a button down shirt are his usual looks. It gets dull after a while, but he got used to it quickly.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Vincent prides himself that he can pick up about any sport and be horrendously good at it. He sings fairly well also, but he doesn't brag about it.
Likes:
dogs
rainy days
men
reading
music, specifically alternative pop
horses
the simple things
fast, expensive cars (his one expensive indulgence)
mint chocolate
friends
people who like him for him
crushes
Dislikes:
users
credit cards, though he often uses his
parents who buy their children off
spiders
his parents
his brother
people who like him for his money
chaos
Fears: Vincent fears becoming like his parents and brother. They are so consumed with wealth, status and perfection that it makes him rather sick to look at them. He wants to look past the money and actually have a real life.
Strengths: Vincent is very good at protecting himself from harm. He tends to distrust in individuals, protecting himself from those who want to use him for his money. You could also call this a flaw, but in his opinion, it makes him stronger.
Weaknesses: Vincent goes weak at the knees for a gorgeous boy. He'll simply melt into a puddle if he gets a lopsided smile. He is also pretty vulnerable to being used for his money.
Dreams: Vincent wants to become a pro sports player of some sort. If that doesn't happen, he wants to attend college to be a doctor.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members:
Mother | Leticia Decormir | Housewife
Father | James Decormir | CEO of a Fortune 500 Company
Twin Brother | James Decormir Jr. | Flunked out of Eddingborough last year
Hometown:
New York, New York
History:
.other
Anything Else: None
.roleplaying[/font]
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
(With an older character. This was also a while ago. Hope you don't mind)
It was early evening then, and the sun had just begun to set on the horizon. A lone male figure found himself wandering the campus aimlessly, with no purpose, no goal. The converse clad feet of the boy made no sound against the cool grass that lay under his body. His thin limbs were clad not brightly, as they usually were, but more simply this day. He wore girl pants, obviously. They fit tight around his stick like legs that were just barely fledged with muscle. A black shirt clung tightly to his upper body. It didn't say anything sarcastic on the front, which was a near first for the boy. It said the name of a band, one most didn't know of. He was pretty sure nobody had heard of them. A rainbow spiked belt hung loosely at his waist, making no effort to hold up the pants that were slowly sagging on the boy.
His oddly colored eyes looked up. Yes, his eyes were odd. One was blue, the other being a vibrant purple. They drank in the sunset, the silence that the night brought with it. Especially the silence. A song popped into the teen's mind. He chuckled to himself. It was in Japanese, and he didn't speak Japanese. That was a great help. Slender hands found taught pockets. His fingertips slipped in, the boy slumping slightly as his feet moved across the grass of the green. His hair hung from his head like a mop. Perhaps a well cared for mop.
A sigh escaped from his mouth, and he then realized that he was alone for the first time in a long time. The loneliness brought him angst. Not the typical angst a teenage emo felt. Not the cut your wrists kind. Just sadness. It wasn't like Jeremy would ever stoop to that kind of crap. It was pointless and he believed that no matter how crappy his life was at the time, it would always get better. That's why he didn't do any of that stupid shit.
A lone tree sat in the middle of the yard. Jeremy peered at it quizzically. To climb or not to climb? That was the question. To climb obviously was the answer. A dull smile appeared on the boy's face, as he gripped a branch and hoisted himself up into the tree. He was happy with his decision, the tree had a quiet breeze running though it, one that you couldn't feel from the ground. He lazily sighed, this one being more of a contented one. He swung his legs back and forth on the perch he sat on and watched as the sun began to dip below the horizon
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