Post by kitty on Feb 22, 2012 20:56:01 GMT -5
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SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world[/center]
NICKNAMES: Av, Rin, Rinny
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Male
RACE: Dhampyr
CLASS: C
PLAY BY: Kaname Kuran -- Vampire Knight[/size][/ul]
HAIR: A light chestnut brown.
SKIN: Pale white, that of someone who doesn't go out in the sun all too often.
BODY: Somewhat tall, lean and thin.
UNUSUAL: None
OTHER FORM: There is no other form.
APPEARANCE:
Avrael stands nearly six feet tall, perhaps a little on the short side when compared to some others, but he's taller than the average human. Messy locks of his brown hair fall about his form haphazardly, resting on and just below his shoulders and often holding the scent of strawberries -- he has a habit of bathing often. His eyes are large and colored in a deep emerald hue, quite spectacular in intensity and simply beautiful when they catch hold of even the faintest light. With his lithe, lean form he often appears fairly weak -- especially in comparison to the other species that inhabit the academy -- but by human standards, he can easily hold his own -- at least enough to survive a physical confrontation with another human, or with a species that can't shatter bricks with their bare fists. Generally, though, he holds more of an air of elegance -- one that may appear and dissipate pending on the situation. He's simply overtly polite to those he doesn't know, but after getting to know someone he may act less formal.
Outside of his scarless, tattooless body Avrael often wears a variety of clothing. One day he may wish to wear basic t-shirts and dress shirts, sometimes with collars other times without. It's often hard to guess what he'll wear one day as opposed to the next. Most of the time he wears whatever he feels comfortable in, not one to care too deeply about what others may think about him. His expression is generally calm, amiable and highlighted with a hint of happiness from time to time.
As a dhampyr, he does host a pair of fangs that may lightly poke out from his light colored lips.
LIKES:
* Music of all kinds, though often preferring the sounds of instrumental pieces heavily imbued with strings.
* Showering, bathing -- provides a sense of relaxation for body and mind, one that he relishes greatly.
* Friendliness
* Happiness, it lightens the mood of any given place and makes it all the more enjoyable to be.
* Boys who he not only finds attractive, but who like to wear some less than modest clothing – distracts him quite easily. Same for girls, but he generally leans more towards the guys.
* Learning, Avrael enjoys learning about his species -- more often than not wondering if he could ever rival vampires in ability, not necessarily out of a "I want to beat them all down" but more for he wants to be respected, instead of seen as being a part of some abomination species.
* Places with beautiful scenery, anywhere -- even the front lawn in the midst of night, staring up at the wondrous night sky riddled with stars.
* Cities, more often than not Avrael has felt impulses to go to Denver -- to find some teacher willing to accompany him, so that he may see the sights, see the people, the life and the enthusiasm at night.
* Sleeping, might even fall into this temptation during a particularly dull class.
* Night, the atmosphere and nature of it
* The moon
DISLIKES:
* Obnoxious scents
* Tightly packed crowds
* People who are out to only cause trouble, mostly for he hates getting blamed for it
* Rats
* Those of the sort who choose to not be the most hygienic of people
* The sun
* Dislikes to lose, but isn't a sore loser
* Getting asked a question he doesn't know the answer to
* Being outsmarted
* Humiliation
* Arrogance
STRENGTHS:
* Swordsmanship, quite skilled with a sabre
* Enhanced senses
* Enhanced reflexes
* Analyzing a situation
* Able to tell a lie seamlessly
WEAKNESSES:
* The sun
* Silver
* Distractingly attractive people
* Rejection
* His need to drink blood, lest his abilities become less acute and pronounced
SECRETS: Avrael is indecisive about his future, but he doesn't want to tell anyone that or have people figure that out, for to him, it would make him seem less than prepared to take on the future and he doesn't want people to assail him with suggestions. It's a private matter he keeps to himself, simply.
OVERALL: Avrael isn't the most secretive of people, he feels like he really doesn't have much to hide in the first place. While he may not speak of his parents, he doesn't feel ashamed of them, nor does he feel a need to keep their names hidden -- it just takes someone to ask about it and, by and large, people don't ask such personal questions. Otherwise he simply enjoys music, relaxing and enjoying his time. He's not someone who will seek out confrontation, or try to get on people's bad sides, but he will stand up for himself and for those he cares about in the advent someone attacks him, or them. Generally he can be fairly quiet, often off minding his own business as he doesn't feel a need to interrupt what people are doing to say "hi," and one of the last things he wants to be known as is "that annoying dhampyr."
Around friends, or in the proper setting, he'll generally loosen up a bit more and talk more about things. Whatever those things are would, largely, depend on what is asked of him or said to him. He doesn't have a stringent moral compass, as there are times where things happen and he can't be bothered to do much about it -- it's not his problem, but instead their problem. Even when it comes to activities like drinking, Avrael likely wouldn't have much against it -- if anything -- and would likely get involved unless he had something important to do the next day, that is, something important in his opinion. [/size][/ul]
FATHER: Castiel Escalier (Vampire, alive) age unknown.
SIBLINGS:N/A
OTHER PEOPLE: Avrael never held too many role models, often following what his father would dictate instead.
HISTORY: Growing up, Avrael was never allowed into the public school system. Instead, his father chose to home school him for a time -- his mother having passed on when she gave birth to him. For Avrael, being homeschooled by his father could prove to be interesting at times -- he'd learn some chunks of history from a different perspective, as in some cases, his father could give a sort of "eye-witness" account. However, Avrael never knew if his father ever got involved during those particular points in history, or if he was simply an exquisite orator who could make it seem that way. Plus, with his father's zeal to give interesting narratives, some of the "firsthand accounts" were false regardless, and were simply done as to keep Avrael's attention during the lessons.
For the most part, Avrael had a fairly ordinary life. People never really picked on him, nor did his father ever hate him or shun him. It may have been odd for a dhampyr to live in such favorable conditions, given the popular opinion of them, but Avrael came from a fairly loving family, receiving punishments when he'd do things like break the blender, or overturn a lamp after seeing what would happen if he pushed a table the wrong way. Other times he'd be rewarded for grades he got on tests, for reading certain types of books and when he'd keep an open mind and wouldn't say something arrogantly stupid. It may be something to highlight, but as a younger child Avrael had a bit of an arrogance streak in his behavior -- one his father put an end to after some time, mostly for Avrael's safety. It boiled largely down to: people weren't going to treat a cocky dhampyr well, especially if that dhampyr had a habit of getting under people's skin.
Throughout his younger years, his father often spent time teaching him how to fight with a sword. There was never a real reason behind the practice, just a way for Avrael to vent and cool down without losing shape in front of a TV screen. Eventually, though, it became more of a lesson in and of itself, one Avrael enjoyed as it brought him and his father closer as family, plus he got to train against a vampire -- he always lost, but the challenge was well worth it. Eventually Avrael became quite good at sword fighting, would be described as an expert natural if he were to take up lessons again, but Avrael prefers not to fight with a blade if he can help it. Reason being, it's one of the few activities that reminds him directly of his father, and he'd rather not taint it with real pain, real violence and real blood. Even though he doesn't have qualms about fighting, he'd rather not do so if the situation allows a more peaceful resolution -- he sees fighting, in a way, as a useless show of barbarism. At times it is necessary, but he feels that a situation can be resolved faster and with more ease if he and the, likely irate, other party were to talk it out instead of brawl it out.
There are times where he might throw caution to the wind and, instead, make light of the situation in some of his own ways. It's times like this where he usually gets into real fights, though he usually keeps his mouth shut when he thinks the situation is serious. [/size][/ul]
* There's nothing I can think to add here.
RP SAMPLE:
Every night was every night; everything fell into the same rhythm no matter how high the moon floated and no matter if she was standing at the nth of her cycle, or appeared lost to the blackness of space during the new month. The crickets would chirp their songs, the birds would sing their melodies, the wind would dance all through the night while speaking soft whispers to those who slept, or were wide awake with the window cast open carelessly. Everything, every night, always behaved in the same way. Perhaps, to some, it would be a song of depression -- how everything cycles in and out the same way, nothing truly ever changing in the world; all efforts having no effect. For others, perhaps it sounded a song of security, one where they knew the world yet to wake to would be the world they fell asleep to. Yet, there were those who listened to the song and felt an inspiration, an inspiration to cause a change; perhaps the change would be small, something inconsequential like styling one's hair a different way, or perhaps the change would be of more consequence, like the debate to end a relationship. From Avrael's perspective, the night signaled that things could change and no one would notice: that he could alter his own life as he felt necessary and those he didn't know would continue to see him as the same man, as the same boy, day in and day out.
All of the lights in the room were off, leaving Avrael in a shroud of darkness, but he couldn't care less. He loved the night, he loved the darkness -- he loved the songs of nature, for they had a peaceful, slow edge to them and lacked the frantic antics the day generally brought along. What's more, is that the sun loved to burn his sensitive skin, often giving him negative feelings towards that particular ball of gas. The moon, Luna, wouldn't burn his skin and yet would provide him light so things may be clear. Luna was never an enemy to fight against, a rival to oppose and one up, but a friend who truly wished for all of Earth's children to take in the natural beauty nature had to offer. Of course, there were those who took no solace in the trees, in the dew tinted grass, or the lush flowers that would grow in the gardens. Avrael, however, enjoyed these things. The scents, the sounds, the feelings of wonder and mystery -- not even science had unlocked all there is to know about the enigmatic natural world, and in a way, Avrael liked it that way.
"The world won't rest until they know the most inner, darkest secrets nature has to offer. In some cases, maybe it's not the worst thing... but, at the same time, I hate the idea of disenchanting mother earth, treating her as a specimen instead of someone to love and care for." Avrael sighed, resting a pale cheek in his hand as his lustrous, emerald eyes gazed out and onto the grounds beyond his opened window. As he let out a hot breath, a light breeze gently wafted its way over his gentle face, the coldness reminding Avrael of what many describe to be a mother's touch -- reassuring, careful and kind. The small smile that graced his pink tinted lips flickered into a momentary frown as he thought of his mother, wishing he had been given the chance to know her as he did his father. Pictures and anecdotes could only make him feel so much and, in a way, it pained him deeply that he never had the chance to show his talents off to his mother, his skills, his dreams. So many questions filled his head -- why had she fallen for his father? Why had she married him? Was he a planned child, or was it unexpected?
Yet, even with the pain of never knowing his mother, he always felt comforted looking out to the world in this manner. Knowing that, even if he may never speak to his mother, she was but a part of nature's self, part of the trees and grass that graced the world.
It made him happy. [/size][/ul]
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world[/center]
HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Fae
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET sixteen
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR six YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE no others yet
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS/cheat and die;;!
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET sixteen
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR six YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE no others yet
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS
IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hits the ground
until she hits the ground
NICKNAMES: Av, Rin, Rinny
AGE: Seventeen
GENDER: Male
RACE: Dhampyr
CLASS: C
PLAY BY: Kaname Kuran -- Vampire Knight[/size][/ul]
I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away
here before but we never looked away
HAIR: A light chestnut brown.
SKIN: Pale white, that of someone who doesn't go out in the sun all too often.
BODY: Somewhat tall, lean and thin.
UNUSUAL: None
OTHER FORM: There is no other form.
APPEARANCE:
Avrael stands nearly six feet tall, perhaps a little on the short side when compared to some others, but he's taller than the average human. Messy locks of his brown hair fall about his form haphazardly, resting on and just below his shoulders and often holding the scent of strawberries -- he has a habit of bathing often. His eyes are large and colored in a deep emerald hue, quite spectacular in intensity and simply beautiful when they catch hold of even the faintest light. With his lithe, lean form he often appears fairly weak -- especially in comparison to the other species that inhabit the academy -- but by human standards, he can easily hold his own -- at least enough to survive a physical confrontation with another human, or with a species that can't shatter bricks with their bare fists. Generally, though, he holds more of an air of elegance -- one that may appear and dissipate pending on the situation. He's simply overtly polite to those he doesn't know, but after getting to know someone he may act less formal.
Outside of his scarless, tattooless body Avrael often wears a variety of clothing. One day he may wish to wear basic t-shirts and dress shirts, sometimes with collars other times without. It's often hard to guess what he'll wear one day as opposed to the next. Most of the time he wears whatever he feels comfortable in, not one to care too deeply about what others may think about him. His expression is generally calm, amiable and highlighted with a hint of happiness from time to time.
As a dhampyr, he does host a pair of fangs that may lightly poke out from his light colored lips.
TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose
with one more night what’s left to lose
LIKES:
* Music of all kinds, though often preferring the sounds of instrumental pieces heavily imbued with strings.
* Showering, bathing -- provides a sense of relaxation for body and mind, one that he relishes greatly.
* Friendliness
* Happiness, it lightens the mood of any given place and makes it all the more enjoyable to be.
* Boys who he not only finds attractive, but who like to wear some less than modest clothing – distracts him quite easily. Same for girls, but he generally leans more towards the guys.
* Learning, Avrael enjoys learning about his species -- more often than not wondering if he could ever rival vampires in ability, not necessarily out of a "I want to beat them all down" but more for he wants to be respected, instead of seen as being a part of some abomination species.
* Places with beautiful scenery, anywhere -- even the front lawn in the midst of night, staring up at the wondrous night sky riddled with stars.
* Cities, more often than not Avrael has felt impulses to go to Denver -- to find some teacher willing to accompany him, so that he may see the sights, see the people, the life and the enthusiasm at night.
* Sleeping, might even fall into this temptation during a particularly dull class.
* Night, the atmosphere and nature of it
* The moon
DISLIKES:
* Obnoxious scents
* Tightly packed crowds
* People who are out to only cause trouble, mostly for he hates getting blamed for it
* Rats
* Those of the sort who choose to not be the most hygienic of people
* The sun
* Dislikes to lose, but isn't a sore loser
* Getting asked a question he doesn't know the answer to
* Being outsmarted
* Humiliation
* Arrogance
STRENGTHS:
* Swordsmanship, quite skilled with a sabre
* Enhanced senses
* Enhanced reflexes
* Analyzing a situation
* Able to tell a lie seamlessly
WEAKNESSES:
* The sun
* Silver
* Distractingly attractive people
* Rejection
* His need to drink blood, lest his abilities become less acute and pronounced
SECRETS: Avrael is indecisive about his future, but he doesn't want to tell anyone that or have people figure that out, for to him, it would make him seem less than prepared to take on the future and he doesn't want people to assail him with suggestions. It's a private matter he keeps to himself, simply.
OVERALL: Avrael isn't the most secretive of people, he feels like he really doesn't have much to hide in the first place. While he may not speak of his parents, he doesn't feel ashamed of them, nor does he feel a need to keep their names hidden -- it just takes someone to ask about it and, by and large, people don't ask such personal questions. Otherwise he simply enjoys music, relaxing and enjoying his time. He's not someone who will seek out confrontation, or try to get on people's bad sides, but he will stand up for himself and for those he cares about in the advent someone attacks him, or them. Generally he can be fairly quiet, often off minding his own business as he doesn't feel a need to interrupt what people are doing to say "hi," and one of the last things he wants to be known as is "that annoying dhampyr."
Around friends, or in the proper setting, he'll generally loosen up a bit more and talk more about things. Whatever those things are would, largely, depend on what is asked of him or said to him. He doesn't have a stringent moral compass, as there are times where things happen and he can't be bothered to do much about it -- it's not his problem, but instead their problem. Even when it comes to activities like drinking, Avrael likely wouldn't have much against it -- if anything -- and would likely get involved unless he had something important to do the next day, that is, something important in his opinion. [/size][/ul]
WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong
FATHER: Castiel Escalier (Vampire, alive) age unknown.
SIBLINGS:N/A
OTHER PEOPLE: Avrael never held too many role models, often following what his father would dictate instead.
HISTORY: Growing up, Avrael was never allowed into the public school system. Instead, his father chose to home school him for a time -- his mother having passed on when she gave birth to him. For Avrael, being homeschooled by his father could prove to be interesting at times -- he'd learn some chunks of history from a different perspective, as in some cases, his father could give a sort of "eye-witness" account. However, Avrael never knew if his father ever got involved during those particular points in history, or if he was simply an exquisite orator who could make it seem that way. Plus, with his father's zeal to give interesting narratives, some of the "firsthand accounts" were false regardless, and were simply done as to keep Avrael's attention during the lessons.
For the most part, Avrael had a fairly ordinary life. People never really picked on him, nor did his father ever hate him or shun him. It may have been odd for a dhampyr to live in such favorable conditions, given the popular opinion of them, but Avrael came from a fairly loving family, receiving punishments when he'd do things like break the blender, or overturn a lamp after seeing what would happen if he pushed a table the wrong way. Other times he'd be rewarded for grades he got on tests, for reading certain types of books and when he'd keep an open mind and wouldn't say something arrogantly stupid. It may be something to highlight, but as a younger child Avrael had a bit of an arrogance streak in his behavior -- one his father put an end to after some time, mostly for Avrael's safety. It boiled largely down to: people weren't going to treat a cocky dhampyr well, especially if that dhampyr had a habit of getting under people's skin.
Throughout his younger years, his father often spent time teaching him how to fight with a sword. There was never a real reason behind the practice, just a way for Avrael to vent and cool down without losing shape in front of a TV screen. Eventually, though, it became more of a lesson in and of itself, one Avrael enjoyed as it brought him and his father closer as family, plus he got to train against a vampire -- he always lost, but the challenge was well worth it. Eventually Avrael became quite good at sword fighting, would be described as an expert natural if he were to take up lessons again, but Avrael prefers not to fight with a blade if he can help it. Reason being, it's one of the few activities that reminds him directly of his father, and he'd rather not taint it with real pain, real violence and real blood. Even though he doesn't have qualms about fighting, he'd rather not do so if the situation allows a more peaceful resolution -- he sees fighting, in a way, as a useless show of barbarism. At times it is necessary, but he feels that a situation can be resolved faster and with more ease if he and the, likely irate, other party were to talk it out instead of brawl it out.
There are times where he might throw caution to the wind and, instead, make light of the situation in some of his own ways. It's times like this where he usually gets into real fights, though he usually keeps his mouth shut when he thinks the situation is serious. [/size][/ul]
WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about
wall lets show the world what we are about
* There's nothing I can think to add here.
RP SAMPLE:
Every night was every night; everything fell into the same rhythm no matter how high the moon floated and no matter if she was standing at the nth of her cycle, or appeared lost to the blackness of space during the new month. The crickets would chirp their songs, the birds would sing their melodies, the wind would dance all through the night while speaking soft whispers to those who slept, or were wide awake with the window cast open carelessly. Everything, every night, always behaved in the same way. Perhaps, to some, it would be a song of depression -- how everything cycles in and out the same way, nothing truly ever changing in the world; all efforts having no effect. For others, perhaps it sounded a song of security, one where they knew the world yet to wake to would be the world they fell asleep to. Yet, there were those who listened to the song and felt an inspiration, an inspiration to cause a change; perhaps the change would be small, something inconsequential like styling one's hair a different way, or perhaps the change would be of more consequence, like the debate to end a relationship. From Avrael's perspective, the night signaled that things could change and no one would notice: that he could alter his own life as he felt necessary and those he didn't know would continue to see him as the same man, as the same boy, day in and day out.
All of the lights in the room were off, leaving Avrael in a shroud of darkness, but he couldn't care less. He loved the night, he loved the darkness -- he loved the songs of nature, for they had a peaceful, slow edge to them and lacked the frantic antics the day generally brought along. What's more, is that the sun loved to burn his sensitive skin, often giving him negative feelings towards that particular ball of gas. The moon, Luna, wouldn't burn his skin and yet would provide him light so things may be clear. Luna was never an enemy to fight against, a rival to oppose and one up, but a friend who truly wished for all of Earth's children to take in the natural beauty nature had to offer. Of course, there were those who took no solace in the trees, in the dew tinted grass, or the lush flowers that would grow in the gardens. Avrael, however, enjoyed these things. The scents, the sounds, the feelings of wonder and mystery -- not even science had unlocked all there is to know about the enigmatic natural world, and in a way, Avrael liked it that way.
"The world won't rest until they know the most inner, darkest secrets nature has to offer. In some cases, maybe it's not the worst thing... but, at the same time, I hate the idea of disenchanting mother earth, treating her as a specimen instead of someone to love and care for." Avrael sighed, resting a pale cheek in his hand as his lustrous, emerald eyes gazed out and onto the grounds beyond his opened window. As he let out a hot breath, a light breeze gently wafted its way over his gentle face, the coldness reminding Avrael of what many describe to be a mother's touch -- reassuring, careful and kind. The small smile that graced his pink tinted lips flickered into a momentary frown as he thought of his mother, wishing he had been given the chance to know her as he did his father. Pictures and anecdotes could only make him feel so much and, in a way, it pained him deeply that he never had the chance to show his talents off to his mother, his skills, his dreams. So many questions filled his head -- why had she fallen for his father? Why had she married him? Was he a planned child, or was it unexpected?
Yet, even with the pain of never knowing his mother, he always felt comforted looking out to the world in this manner. Knowing that, even if he may never speak to his mother, she was but a part of nature's self, part of the trees and grass that graced the world.
It made him happy. [/size][/ul]
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lyrics are Best Beating Heart by Sing It Loud.
This was made for this site, do not steal or
remove this credit!!
