Post by Jenna on Nov 18, 2010 14:47:56 GMT -5
Player Name: Jenna
A two-for-one special of bishies, two unique flavors, oh dear god, I think i'm reading too much yaoi manga.
Play-by (photo/picture of character. This is not required)
Name (Nickname, or other assumed names): Pyry, but he prefers Ry
Gender: male
Race: Inger, human dominant
~Deformities: Non-functioning feathered wings, touch of frost, voicequake
Age: 163
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Short, wavy medium brown. A little wiry in texture.
Skin Tone: Medium Caucasian
Attire: Ry favors tight clothes in a limited palate, usually white, black or, on rare occasion, dark blue or green. In general, the fewer articles of clothing he has, the more comfortable he is. His typical outfit consists of tight black jeans, white wife beater and his ever-present black gloves, which he wears to protect himself from getting in trouble with his touch of frost. It is still evident, but the effect is somewhat lessened. Ry also wears a fair amount of jewelry, usually a few necklaces and a bracelet or two. His ears are pierced but he generally goes without earrings except for special occasions.
Weapons/Fighting Style: Ry wields moderately powerful ice magic. He is a skilled mixed martial arts, mostly an excuse to show off his body. He generally doesn't stoop to fighting, however. He doesn't feel it's worth it. However, in a fight, he goes all the way to ensure a win. If he doesn't feel confident in his ability to win, he'll sometimes act flippant, as if the fight's beneath him.
Biography: Ry has lived in Elysium with his father nearly his entire life. Ry isn't interested in the human part of his parentage and has never done any research into it. He had a happy childhood in his father's home. If anything, his childhood was a little too idyllic. He got just about anything he desired. He developed a somewhat cold and pompous attitude towards others. The only person he seems to care for is his father, who is indulgent and warm towards him. As a student, he wasn't very diligent except to his studies in music, where he excelled. Among his peers, he is popular but aloof. He has several people that call him friend, but he doesn't generally return the sentiment. In the past hundred years or so, he has dabbled in ice magic, trying to make use of his natural affinity. It is a challenge to him, but he doesn't let on. He pretends that he is half-heartedly pursuing it. Ry spends his days hanging around with his groupies, working on his music, or just lounging at home. He doesn't have any ambitions other than just having a good time.
Play-by (photo/picture of character. This is not required)
Name (Nickname, or other assumed names): Arnan
Gender: Male
Race: Celestial
~Deformities: Proportional wings, touch of frost, breath of frost, voicequake, probably other things he doesn't talk about
Age: 492
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs
Build: slender
Eyes: amber
Hair: white, to his back. He tends to wear it up in complicated styles, including braids and embellishments.
Skin Tone: pale
Attire: Arnan favors incredibly complicated clothing, heavy on embellishment that take a lot of time to don. He wears heavy robes and lots of jewelry. His wardrobe fills an entire room and it is one of his great joys to find just the perfect outfit, even if he's only going as far as his private study.
Weapons/Fighting Style: Arnan wields powerful ice magic, but doesn't enjoy fighting. He is mostly a pacifist. He knows quite a bit about swordplay, and is a master fencer, but since becoming a father only picks up his sword for fun once in a blue moon.
Biography: Arnan was born into a well-to-do family in Elysium. He had a stable and privileged upbringing. Still, his attitude was studious and quiet, and he developed a kind sensibility that made him quite popular with those around him. However, despite his mental acuity, his common sense is often said to be nil. He is spacey and naive. He makes his living casting fortunes, but he lives in a family home without any true responsibilities.
Some years ago, he visited Earth for the first time, and met Pyry's mother. Both were silly, kind and sheltered. They met in secret, and no one who ever saw him quite believed it. They blundered their way into her pregnancy. However, such a thing in those times was serious business. Her family sent her away to live in a convent until the baby was born. It took him many months to find her, and when he did, she had taken ill. The nuns cowered before his countenance, and he easily found his way to his lover and child. She told him that she was dying and asked that he take their child away. The nuns did not argue, and, with a heavy heart, he left his beloved and returned to his home with Pyry. The loss made him sad, but he poured his affection onto his son. Many think that he spoils Pyry, who has become a serious brat, but Arnan doesn't mind. Or perhaps he doesn't notice.
RP Sample (2-3 good paragraphs, preeze):
Ry sighed loudly into the empty room. He flopped onto his face on the couch, and then violently flipped onto his back. "Agh," he said, "I am booooooooooooooooooooooooored."
"If you're bored, you should go play with your nice friends." Ry jumped up, startled by his father's voice. He smiled from the doorway. "They come around and ask about you all the time. I'm sure you could have fun."
"Psssh," said Ry, crossing his arms. "Those guys are dull. I really want someone who can keep my interest."
Arnan crossed the room. He reached up and tousled his son's hair, laughing. "Haha, you were so sweet when you were a little one. Maybe I let you eat too many lemon candies. <3." Arnan had the look on his face he always did when he was teasing his son in a way he found particularly clever.
"Faaather," Ry whined, pushing away his father's hand, "that's ridiculous. Lemon candies don't work like that. Geez."
"No?" Arnan appeared confused. "I never did get a hold of human magic." he tapped his lips with his left hand. "Do they make you sweet?"
"Most humans don't do magic, Father," Ry pouted. "Candy is just sugar. that's all."
"Mmmm," said Arnan. "Just sugar? Sugar makes things sweet, Pyry. You should eat some more lemon candies." He offered some to Ry, who went red in the face.
He considered yelling, but his father's innocent smiling face made him reconsider. "Yea, yea, okay," he said at last, taking a few and popping them in his mouth. "Whatever."
A two-for-one special of bishies, two unique flavors, oh dear god, I think i'm reading too much yaoi manga.
Play-by (photo/picture of character. This is not required)
Name (Nickname, or other assumed names): Pyry, but he prefers Ry
Gender: male
Race: Inger, human dominant
~Deformities: Non-functioning feathered wings, touch of frost, voicequake
Age: 163
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 170
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Green
Hair: Short, wavy medium brown. A little wiry in texture.
Skin Tone: Medium Caucasian
Attire: Ry favors tight clothes in a limited palate, usually white, black or, on rare occasion, dark blue or green. In general, the fewer articles of clothing he has, the more comfortable he is. His typical outfit consists of tight black jeans, white wife beater and his ever-present black gloves, which he wears to protect himself from getting in trouble with his touch of frost. It is still evident, but the effect is somewhat lessened. Ry also wears a fair amount of jewelry, usually a few necklaces and a bracelet or two. His ears are pierced but he generally goes without earrings except for special occasions.
Weapons/Fighting Style: Ry wields moderately powerful ice magic. He is a skilled mixed martial arts, mostly an excuse to show off his body. He generally doesn't stoop to fighting, however. He doesn't feel it's worth it. However, in a fight, he goes all the way to ensure a win. If he doesn't feel confident in his ability to win, he'll sometimes act flippant, as if the fight's beneath him.
Biography: Ry has lived in Elysium with his father nearly his entire life. Ry isn't interested in the human part of his parentage and has never done any research into it. He had a happy childhood in his father's home. If anything, his childhood was a little too idyllic. He got just about anything he desired. He developed a somewhat cold and pompous attitude towards others. The only person he seems to care for is his father, who is indulgent and warm towards him. As a student, he wasn't very diligent except to his studies in music, where he excelled. Among his peers, he is popular but aloof. He has several people that call him friend, but he doesn't generally return the sentiment. In the past hundred years or so, he has dabbled in ice magic, trying to make use of his natural affinity. It is a challenge to him, but he doesn't let on. He pretends that he is half-heartedly pursuing it. Ry spends his days hanging around with his groupies, working on his music, or just lounging at home. He doesn't have any ambitions other than just having a good time.
Play-by (photo/picture of character. This is not required)
Name (Nickname, or other assumed names): Arnan
Gender: Male
Race: Celestial
~Deformities: Proportional wings, touch of frost, breath of frost, voicequake, probably other things he doesn't talk about
Age: 492
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 135 lbs
Build: slender
Eyes: amber
Hair: white, to his back. He tends to wear it up in complicated styles, including braids and embellishments.
Skin Tone: pale
Attire: Arnan favors incredibly complicated clothing, heavy on embellishment that take a lot of time to don. He wears heavy robes and lots of jewelry. His wardrobe fills an entire room and it is one of his great joys to find just the perfect outfit, even if he's only going as far as his private study.
Weapons/Fighting Style: Arnan wields powerful ice magic, but doesn't enjoy fighting. He is mostly a pacifist. He knows quite a bit about swordplay, and is a master fencer, but since becoming a father only picks up his sword for fun once in a blue moon.
Biography: Arnan was born into a well-to-do family in Elysium. He had a stable and privileged upbringing. Still, his attitude was studious and quiet, and he developed a kind sensibility that made him quite popular with those around him. However, despite his mental acuity, his common sense is often said to be nil. He is spacey and naive. He makes his living casting fortunes, but he lives in a family home without any true responsibilities.
Some years ago, he visited Earth for the first time, and met Pyry's mother. Both were silly, kind and sheltered. They met in secret, and no one who ever saw him quite believed it. They blundered their way into her pregnancy. However, such a thing in those times was serious business. Her family sent her away to live in a convent until the baby was born. It took him many months to find her, and when he did, she had taken ill. The nuns cowered before his countenance, and he easily found his way to his lover and child. She told him that she was dying and asked that he take their child away. The nuns did not argue, and, with a heavy heart, he left his beloved and returned to his home with Pyry. The loss made him sad, but he poured his affection onto his son. Many think that he spoils Pyry, who has become a serious brat, but Arnan doesn't mind. Or perhaps he doesn't notice.
RP Sample (2-3 good paragraphs, preeze):
Ry sighed loudly into the empty room. He flopped onto his face on the couch, and then violently flipped onto his back. "Agh," he said, "I am booooooooooooooooooooooooored."
"If you're bored, you should go play with your nice friends." Ry jumped up, startled by his father's voice. He smiled from the doorway. "They come around and ask about you all the time. I'm sure you could have fun."
"Psssh," said Ry, crossing his arms. "Those guys are dull. I really want someone who can keep my interest."
Arnan crossed the room. He reached up and tousled his son's hair, laughing. "Haha, you were so sweet when you were a little one. Maybe I let you eat too many lemon candies. <3." Arnan had the look on his face he always did when he was teasing his son in a way he found particularly clever.
"Faaather," Ry whined, pushing away his father's hand, "that's ridiculous. Lemon candies don't work like that. Geez."
"No?" Arnan appeared confused. "I never did get a hold of human magic." he tapped his lips with his left hand. "Do they make you sweet?"
"Most humans don't do magic, Father," Ry pouted. "Candy is just sugar. that's all."
"Mmmm," said Arnan. "Just sugar? Sugar makes things sweet, Pyry. You should eat some more lemon candies." He offered some to Ry, who went red in the face.
He considered yelling, but his father's innocent smiling face made him reconsider. "Yea, yea, okay," he said at last, taking a few and popping them in his mouth. "Whatever."
