06-10-2010, 12:50 AM
So, yeah, I'm certain this time. Pretty darn.
Name — Alenko
Race — Generic (Human)
Sex — Male
Starting Planet — Earth
Profession — Investigative Reporter
Fighting Style — Inexperienced
Short Bio — Alenko has lived a largely normal life; at least, as far as he knows. He doesn’t recall anything extraordinary ever happening to him. He’s lived in West City almost all his life, and just got out of college. He currently works as an investigative reporter for a newspaper he interned with while he was in the university.
General Description — Alenko looks much like a normal human. He’s got red hair, and he’s often referred to as ‘ginger’ by his friends. He’s kind of tall and lanky, but overall is just average-sized.
Picture of Alenko.
Starting Abilities — Ki Specialization; Elemental Ki – Fire.
Trait — Compassionate
Role-play Sample —
It was strange — he’d never before noticed that the plants on the rooftop of his apartment building were a beautiful shade of emerald. He’d known that they were green; that much was difficult to overlook. The specific hue, however, had long gone unnoticed by him. To be quite frank, he hadn’t spent much time in the rooftop gardens, and as such, he’d never really taken the time to observe all of the minute details about the ferns.
Perhaps, thought Alenko, this means I’m moving into greener pastures. He chortled a bit at the thought that happenstance aspects of his life could be symbols. After all, he didn’t live in a book; there was no writer searching for opportunities of foreshadowing, or personification, or a sort of parallelism in the sentences of his life — these plants and their emerald color, then, were no more the essence of his future than the distance between the rooftop and the ground was short.
Of course, he had no way of knowing that; he’d never taken the opportunity to look over the edge of the building. It was funny. He’d lived here the majority of his life; he had gone to high school here, he’d had his first kiss here, he had scored his first job here. Yet, he’d taken so little time to sit back and smell the roses.
Well, now was as good a time as ever, he supposed, so he placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and took a few steps toward the edge of the rooftop. The red-haired kid bit his lip, avoiding the sight of what was below for a brief second. Alenko, admittedly, had never been very good with heights, and as an extra — albeit mildly ridiculous — precaution had to brace himself mentally.
Wow.
That single syllable echoed inside his head as he leaned over the side of the building to gaze down at the road below. As expected, his head grew dizzy, so he quickly departed from his brave look over the edge and walked back toward one of the trees. He grasped onto the trunk, and used the awkwardly planted oak to hold himself steady.
“Well,” he swallowed, attempting at all costs to keep himself from puking, “Never doing that again.” He shook off the dizzy feeling and walked quickly back toward the elevator. His finger pressed forcibly onto the down button, and he collapsed into the lift when the doors open, quite ready for his trip to the heavens to be over and done with.
Name — Alenko
Race — Generic (Human)
Sex — Male
Starting Planet — Earth
Profession — Investigative Reporter
Fighting Style — Inexperienced
Short Bio — Alenko has lived a largely normal life; at least, as far as he knows. He doesn’t recall anything extraordinary ever happening to him. He’s lived in West City almost all his life, and just got out of college. He currently works as an investigative reporter for a newspaper he interned with while he was in the university.
General Description — Alenko looks much like a normal human. He’s got red hair, and he’s often referred to as ‘ginger’ by his friends. He’s kind of tall and lanky, but overall is just average-sized.
Picture of Alenko.
Starting Abilities — Ki Specialization; Elemental Ki – Fire.
Trait — Compassionate
Role-play Sample —
It was strange — he’d never before noticed that the plants on the rooftop of his apartment building were a beautiful shade of emerald. He’d known that they were green; that much was difficult to overlook. The specific hue, however, had long gone unnoticed by him. To be quite frank, he hadn’t spent much time in the rooftop gardens, and as such, he’d never really taken the time to observe all of the minute details about the ferns.
Perhaps, thought Alenko, this means I’m moving into greener pastures. He chortled a bit at the thought that happenstance aspects of his life could be symbols. After all, he didn’t live in a book; there was no writer searching for opportunities of foreshadowing, or personification, or a sort of parallelism in the sentences of his life — these plants and their emerald color, then, were no more the essence of his future than the distance between the rooftop and the ground was short.
Of course, he had no way of knowing that; he’d never taken the opportunity to look over the edge of the building. It was funny. He’d lived here the majority of his life; he had gone to high school here, he’d had his first kiss here, he had scored his first job here. Yet, he’d taken so little time to sit back and smell the roses.
Well, now was as good a time as ever, he supposed, so he placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket and took a few steps toward the edge of the rooftop. The red-haired kid bit his lip, avoiding the sight of what was below for a brief second. Alenko, admittedly, had never been very good with heights, and as an extra — albeit mildly ridiculous — precaution had to brace himself mentally.
Wow.
That single syllable echoed inside his head as he leaned over the side of the building to gaze down at the road below. As expected, his head grew dizzy, so he quickly departed from his brave look over the edge and walked back toward one of the trees. He grasped onto the trunk, and used the awkwardly planted oak to hold himself steady.
“Well,” he swallowed, attempting at all costs to keep himself from puking, “Never doing that again.” He shook off the dizzy feeling and walked quickly back toward the elevator. His finger pressed forcibly onto the down button, and he collapsed into the lift when the doors open, quite ready for his trip to the heavens to be over and done with.
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