02-27-2010, 04:46 AM
Yeah. My old still on the first page. Blah...
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Name: Leo
Age: 15.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Profession: Tattoo artist apprentice.
Fighting Style: Relentless.
Short Bio: Leo was brought up by a fanatic dad before getting left to live his own live according to the father’s belief, getting left behind in a tattoo artist’s shop to be tutored as one until he could one day fend for his own.
General Description: Leo’s 6’1” tall with black, greasy, messy and unkempt hair that goes to his ears. He has a rather toned body for a 15 year old, usually wearing a black vest with an emblem embedded on the back of a single angelic wing and black, baggy, loose pants with a belt with a flat square belt holding it up over his sneakers. Beneath the vest is a sleeveless black t-shirt. His right arm is decorated by a long chain tattoo, entwining his arm as a snake would, ending in the palm of his right hand and extending all the way from the shoulder.
Starting Abilities: Ki Specialization, Dark Ki.
Trait: Lone Wolf.
Stats:
Role-play Sample:
The room was small and the walls were scarce with any interesting details bar a door and a mirror that filled the entire wall. In the center of the room was a table with a recording device on it and two chairs on each end of the table. In the chair towards the mirror sat a character, shuffling uncomfortable on the iron chair while attempting to sit still. The character was attempting to carve something into the table using his right hand’s thumb’s nail, although it barely scratched the iron surface. It seemed like everything in the room was made to be the least amount of comforting. The character removed his thumb from the table, viewing his work from a distance by standing up and moving up to the mirror, leaning towards it. An awkwardly satisfying groan escaped the lips of the character, as the door to the room opened and in stepped a familiar face to the character, making his own light up in response.
“Detective Morrigan. I didn’t expect they’d send you in here. Doesn’t that blow the whole ‘undercover’ thing?”
The man who had just entered the room was wearing his ‘street’ clothes, imitating the first character’s almost to the letter. Same pants, same shoes and same vest/sleeveless shirt combination, though it lacked the same one-wing emblem that the character leaning towards the room had.
“I wasn’t undercover, I wanted that tattoo. I just had a discussion with the chief however and she wasn’t’ inclined to let me have it without me losing my job.”
The character leaning towards the mirror stood up, rolling his shoulders as he slid back into his chair, facing directly towards the detective.
“See my ‘tatt sketch? It’s for a customer of mine, he's sort of a retard but I hear he’s quite a fan of you.”
The detective leaned in over the table, noticing what the first character had just barely scratched into the table.
“Fad…?”
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Well, hope's everything in order and the higher ups don't mind with all the switcha-roo. Pardon the roleplay sample, it's merely an inside joke and there's no hidden (hostile) messages.
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Name: Leo
Age: 15.
Race: Human.
Sex: Male.
Starting Planet: Earth.
Profession: Tattoo artist apprentice.
Fighting Style: Relentless.
Short Bio: Leo was brought up by a fanatic dad before getting left to live his own live according to the father’s belief, getting left behind in a tattoo artist’s shop to be tutored as one until he could one day fend for his own.
General Description: Leo’s 6’1” tall with black, greasy, messy and unkempt hair that goes to his ears. He has a rather toned body for a 15 year old, usually wearing a black vest with an emblem embedded on the back of a single angelic wing and black, baggy, loose pants with a belt with a flat square belt holding it up over his sneakers. Beneath the vest is a sleeveless black t-shirt. His right arm is decorated by a long chain tattoo, entwining his arm as a snake would, ending in the palm of his right hand and extending all the way from the shoulder.
Starting Abilities: Ki Specialization, Dark Ki.
Trait: Lone Wolf.
Stats:
- Strength - 20%
- Focus - 40%
- Endurance - 30%
- Agility - 10%
Role-play Sample:
The room was small and the walls were scarce with any interesting details bar a door and a mirror that filled the entire wall. In the center of the room was a table with a recording device on it and two chairs on each end of the table. In the chair towards the mirror sat a character, shuffling uncomfortable on the iron chair while attempting to sit still. The character was attempting to carve something into the table using his right hand’s thumb’s nail, although it barely scratched the iron surface. It seemed like everything in the room was made to be the least amount of comforting. The character removed his thumb from the table, viewing his work from a distance by standing up and moving up to the mirror, leaning towards it. An awkwardly satisfying groan escaped the lips of the character, as the door to the room opened and in stepped a familiar face to the character, making his own light up in response.
“Detective Morrigan. I didn’t expect they’d send you in here. Doesn’t that blow the whole ‘undercover’ thing?”
The man who had just entered the room was wearing his ‘street’ clothes, imitating the first character’s almost to the letter. Same pants, same shoes and same vest/sleeveless shirt combination, though it lacked the same one-wing emblem that the character leaning towards the room had.
“I wasn’t undercover, I wanted that tattoo. I just had a discussion with the chief however and she wasn’t’ inclined to let me have it without me losing my job.”
The character leaning towards the mirror stood up, rolling his shoulders as he slid back into his chair, facing directly towards the detective.
“See my ‘tatt sketch? It’s for a customer of mine, he's sort of a retard but I hear he’s quite a fan of you.”
The detective leaned in over the table, noticing what the first character had just barely scratched into the table.
“Fad…?”
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Well, hope's everything in order and the higher ups don't mind with all the switcha-roo. Pardon the roleplay sample, it's merely an inside joke and there's no hidden (hostile) messages.
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