Post by TERRY on Feb 10, 2012 14:01:03 GMT -5
Feel free to nit pick and be hard on poor old Terry, I didn't spend a lot of time working on him, so anything is off point it out so he can get some fine tuning 
NICKNAMES: you don't need any
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: male
RACE: Elf
CLASS: C
PLAY BY: Minato from Persona 3[/size][/ul]
HAIR: White/ Dark blue
SKIN:Pale, smooth skin.
BODY:Rather lean body build.
UNUSUAL: None to be noted
OTHER FORM:Elf form is pretty much the same as human form, except for the longer pointed ears and white eyes,
and his hair becomes pure white.
APPEARANCE: Terry stands just under six feet tall, his body is a lean body type. He doesn't hold much bulk. His arms and legs are long and willowy, his frame is thin, and flexible. Terry's hair is naturally white as snow, though he usually has it disguised as a dark blue color. When in human form Terry keeps his eyes a pale blue color. In both forms Terry has pale skin that does not hold well in the sun, and often leaves him with painful sun burn.
Terry's attire is pretty set, but out of everything the things he can always be found with him, would be his headphones either attached to his ears, or draped around his neck, the other consistent would be the gold chain around his neck with a key pendant. Otherwise Terry tends to dress in darker colors in contrast to his naturally white hair and eyes. He enjoys darker blues, and blacks as they help keep the focus off of him and so that way people will not pay much attention to him.
Usually he wears a darker colored light jacket, with a white T-shirt under neath, and pants that generally match his jacket. Not much of a fashionist Terry is content with wearing whats comfortable,over style though that may just be an excuse to cover up his lack of fashion sense
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[/li][li]Winter
[/li][li]Music
[/li][li]Cats
[/li][li]The Ocean
[/li][li]Unexplored caves
[/li][li]Quiet
[/li][li]Knives
DISLIKES: [/li][li]Heights
[/li][li]Crowds
[/li][li]Know it alls
[/li][li]People who are very enthusiastic
[/li][li]Failing
[/li][li]Sunny days
STRENGTHS:[/li][li]Being quiet and sneaking around.
[/li][li] Picking locks, and breaking into secure places.
[/li][li] Playing musical instruments.
[/li][li]Nimble and high dexterity.
WEAKNESSES: [/li][li] Lacking physical strength and endurance.
[/li][li]distrustful of everyone
[/li][li]Gives up very easily
SECRETS: [/li][li]Terry will never tell anyone that he feels guilty about what happened in his past (see bio)
[/li][li]A secret of Terry's is that he wishes someone would come along, save him from himself, because he cannot seem to do it him self.
OVERALL:Terry comes off quickly as a quiet person, very aloof with no interest in people. He tends to keep to himself with his headphones on, or nose in a book, he never volunteers his opinion unless asked, and even then it takes a bit of nudging. He is quiet and calm, soft spoken. Sunny days are bright and usually loud so he stays in doors, preferring lonely winter days or the dark depths of a cave or something similar.
On the inside, Terry uses his aloof demeanor to hide his insecurities. Preferring to avoid people because their noise will break him from the day dreaming world he prefers to stick with. Rather then face the lonely reality and the gnawing guilt that plagues his every moment it's much easier and far more comforting to stay in a shell of books and music. As far as people go, both human and non, where Terry is concerned they only want to use you as far as they can.
Somewhere in his mind he wishes someone would come along and tip his world up side down, though this is a secret of his. It's a double edged sword, because as much as he wants to change he is afraid to do so, which means despite what he wants, Terry knows he will fight to remain in his stagnant withdrawn nature.
Should someone actually break Terry's barrier of distance, they will find him to be generally extremely concerned for those around him. Willing to do anything and everything he can in order to help someone he considers a friend, Terry will never leave a friend in need. Though he pretends to not be paying attention Terry is actually very perceptive and observant.[/size][/li][/ul]
FATHER: Tyrund 39
SIBLINGS: Alisa 5
OTHER PEOPLE: Adrianna (deceased)
HISTORY:[li]Age 0-5:
Born to Alexandria and Tyrund Ashbourn, he was an unexpected child, but a welcomed one to the couple. Terry doesn't know the place he was born, what he does know is that when he was three his parents bought a small bakery, in a small town. The place he would come to know as home, despite the family's elven lineage they were quick to blend in with the humans near by, utilizing minor glamor spells to change their appearance to a more human form. The young elven child in disguise made friends with the children next door quickly and formed a close knit small group.
As a child he was happy and quite thoughtful, never really asking questions about the world the way his friends did. Always preferring to figure those things out for him self.
[/li][li]Age 6-10: As the small group of friends grew older together, they began to explore as most kids do. The old ware house down the road, to a cave by the sea, the group was constantly setting up small little camps or club houses where ever they were able. Quite often relying on Terry's natural finesse and ability to sneak about, and even as he grew older to pick locks. No one thought much of this not even Terry, it just sort of came natural to the young child. To his friends it made him useful, and it kept him popular with the group.
[/li][li]Age 11-12: Terry's younger sister is born, and as much as the child looked forward to having a sister, a crying baby is usually a good reason for kid to take off from home at every chance. So they search for a good hang out and the small group settles in a place they won't be chased off from by the adults. Mainly because the adults don't know about it, the place is a small factory that sank into the ground decades past, old decrepit but in surprisingly good shape. The group stumbled upon the entrance when one of their numbers got a metal detector for his birthday and they instantly called the place their own. Which they could hang out and do whatever they wished, away from the scrutiny of the adults.
[/li][li]Age 13-14: A new girl on the block Adrianna moves in. Terry experiences his first crush on a girl, rivaled by one of his child hood friends. A month later a gruesome sight is found, of the young girl Adrianna and Terry's friend found dead in the groups secret hideaway. Their deaths were blamed on the young elven child, and despite protests and pleas from his beloved parents the young boy made no moves to defend him self.
Eventually as the evidence came to light It was found out that Terry had indeed slain the two, but in self defense. This in the end though did little to relieve the stares of anger and hate that the town he called him directed at him, they blamed young Terry for destroying their peace and more so he seemed to blame him self. Withdrawing into music and other activities on his own to stay away from the worlds prying eyes. He also ceased to return to his elven form, retaining his human disguise at all times even when home alone.
[/li][li]At the age of fifteen Terry found out what his parents did before he was born, his father a fifth generation thief, and his mother a eighth generation assassin. This only seemed to pull the young boy deeper in to his shell, as he kept the world at bay. Desperately his parents were at a loss of what to do, and they did the only thing they could think of, send the young man as far away from the dark stares of their neighbors and former friends and enroll Terry at a academy where he could hopefully start a new.[/size][/li][/ul]
RP SAMPLE:(taken from a old rp site)The clouds filled the sky, casting a gray haze over the capital city on this day the fluffy masses in the sky normally white now thick with gray. The lazy clouds listing slowly across the midday sky, the soft wind ran an invisible hand along the world as it pushed the clouds along, a little warm to the touch but with an edge that might suggest a deeper cold to come. The overcast skies gave a lazy feeling to those going about their day, unable to decide between breaking and giving off the bright warm sun or letting their pay load of merciless rain fall to those below.
Within one of the parks inside the capital city of the humans, there was almost naught a person to be seen. The lush green grass seem to lose some of the luster the caretakers had put so much care into giving it, as the grass and the beautiful flowers on the side of a cobble stone path swayed with the gentle breeze. The flower arrangements in the bushes here and there were brimming with colorful array of flowers that gardeners had invested so much care with.
A young man stood on the cobble stone path beneath the sea of clouds near the center of the park, he was leaning over to gaze at a particularly large bush filled with bright colored roses that had their petals extended in a desperate attempt to gather sun light. At the side of his feet lay a back pack that had been placed on the ground with a few flowers in them, that might possibly have been 'picked' from the near by bushes. The man had soft black hair that hung off his head as he leaned over the iron rail that was there for people to lean upon, a lute dangled from his shoulder held there by a leather strap, swaying with his movements gently banging against the metal rail as he leaned in further.
Garl Vinland grunted as he reached into a thorn bush, stretching his arm as far as he could manage he reached deep into the prickly spiny bush trying to reach a certain flower. There was a specific flower deep within the bush in full bloom, it was the perfect herbal ingredient for a salve that he was planning to try and make to sell for a few quick coins to coin to a few sucker of people. Come on.....almost Garl muttered to him self as he stepped onto his tip toes forgetting to look for people coming as he closed his eyes and tried to reach the rose his fingers just...barely brushing against the petals. ! [/size][/ul]
first middle last !
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world
HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Michael
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR Five or six YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE None
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS /cheat and die;;. !
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 21
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR Five or six YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE None
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS
IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground
until she hit’s the ground
NICKNAMES: you don't need any
AGE: Sixteen
GENDER: male
RACE: Elf
CLASS: C
PLAY BY: Minato from Persona 3[/size][/ul]
I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away
here before but we never looked away
HAIR: White/ Dark blue
SKIN:Pale, smooth skin.
BODY:Rather lean body build.
UNUSUAL: None to be noted
OTHER FORM:Elf form is pretty much the same as human form, except for the longer pointed ears and white eyes,
and his hair becomes pure white.
APPEARANCE: Terry stands just under six feet tall, his body is a lean body type. He doesn't hold much bulk. His arms and legs are long and willowy, his frame is thin, and flexible. Terry's hair is naturally white as snow, though he usually has it disguised as a dark blue color. When in human form Terry keeps his eyes a pale blue color. In both forms Terry has pale skin that does not hold well in the sun, and often leaves him with painful sun burn.
Terry's attire is pretty set, but out of everything the things he can always be found with him, would be his headphones either attached to his ears, or draped around his neck, the other consistent would be the gold chain around his neck with a key pendant. Otherwise Terry tends to dress in darker colors in contrast to his naturally white hair and eyes. He enjoys darker blues, and blacks as they help keep the focus off of him and so that way people will not pay much attention to him.
Usually he wears a darker colored light jacket, with a white T-shirt under neath, and pants that generally match his jacket. Not much of a fashionist Terry is content with wearing whats comfortable,
[/size][/ul]
TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose
with one more night what’s left to lose
[/li][li]Winter
[/li][li]Music
[/li][li]Cats
[/li][li]The Ocean
[/li][li]Unexplored caves
[/li][li]Quiet
[/li][li]Knives
DISLIKES: [/li][li]Heights
[/li][li]Crowds
[/li][li]Know it alls
[/li][li]People who are very enthusiastic
[/li][li]Failing
[/li][li]Sunny days
STRENGTHS:[/li][li]Being quiet and sneaking around.
[/li][li] Picking locks, and breaking into secure places.
[/li][li] Playing musical instruments.
[/li][li]Nimble and high dexterity.
WEAKNESSES: [/li][li] Lacking physical strength and endurance.
[/li][li]distrustful of everyone
[/li][li]Gives up very easily
SECRETS: [/li][li]Terry will never tell anyone that he feels guilty about what happened in his past (see bio)
[/li][li]A secret of Terry's is that he wishes someone would come along, save him from himself, because he cannot seem to do it him self.
OVERALL:Terry comes off quickly as a quiet person, very aloof with no interest in people. He tends to keep to himself with his headphones on, or nose in a book, he never volunteers his opinion unless asked, and even then it takes a bit of nudging. He is quiet and calm, soft spoken. Sunny days are bright and usually loud so he stays in doors, preferring lonely winter days or the dark depths of a cave or something similar.
On the inside, Terry uses his aloof demeanor to hide his insecurities. Preferring to avoid people because their noise will break him from the day dreaming world he prefers to stick with. Rather then face the lonely reality and the gnawing guilt that plagues his every moment it's much easier and far more comforting to stay in a shell of books and music. As far as people go, both human and non, where Terry is concerned they only want to use you as far as they can.
Somewhere in his mind he wishes someone would come along and tip his world up side down, though this is a secret of his. It's a double edged sword, because as much as he wants to change he is afraid to do so, which means despite what he wants, Terry knows he will fight to remain in his stagnant withdrawn nature.
Should someone actually break Terry's barrier of distance, they will find him to be generally extremely concerned for those around him. Willing to do anything and everything he can in order to help someone he considers a friend, Terry will never leave a friend in need. Though he pretends to not be paying attention Terry is actually very perceptive and observant.[/size][/li][/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: Tyrund 39
SIBLINGS: Alisa 5
OTHER PEOPLE: Adrianna (deceased)
HISTORY:[li]Age 0-5:
Born to Alexandria and Tyrund Ashbourn, he was an unexpected child, but a welcomed one to the couple. Terry doesn't know the place he was born, what he does know is that when he was three his parents bought a small bakery, in a small town. The place he would come to know as home, despite the family's elven lineage they were quick to blend in with the humans near by, utilizing minor glamor spells to change their appearance to a more human form. The young elven child in disguise made friends with the children next door quickly and formed a close knit small group.
As a child he was happy and quite thoughtful, never really asking questions about the world the way his friends did. Always preferring to figure those things out for him self.
[/li][li]Age 6-10: As the small group of friends grew older together, they began to explore as most kids do. The old ware house down the road, to a cave by the sea, the group was constantly setting up small little camps or club houses where ever they were able. Quite often relying on Terry's natural finesse and ability to sneak about, and even as he grew older to pick locks. No one thought much of this not even Terry, it just sort of came natural to the young child. To his friends it made him useful, and it kept him popular with the group.
[/li][li]Age 11-12: Terry's younger sister is born, and as much as the child looked forward to having a sister, a crying baby is usually a good reason for kid to take off from home at every chance. So they search for a good hang out and the small group settles in a place they won't be chased off from by the adults. Mainly because the adults don't know about it, the place is a small factory that sank into the ground decades past, old decrepit but in surprisingly good shape. The group stumbled upon the entrance when one of their numbers got a metal detector for his birthday and they instantly called the place their own. Which they could hang out and do whatever they wished, away from the scrutiny of the adults.
[/li][li]Age 13-14: A new girl on the block Adrianna moves in. Terry experiences his first crush on a girl, rivaled by one of his child hood friends. A month later a gruesome sight is found, of the young girl Adrianna and Terry's friend found dead in the groups secret hideaway. Their deaths were blamed on the young elven child, and despite protests and pleas from his beloved parents the young boy made no moves to defend him self.
Eventually as the evidence came to light It was found out that Terry had indeed slain the two, but in self defense. This in the end though did little to relieve the stares of anger and hate that the town he called him directed at him, they blamed young Terry for destroying their peace and more so he seemed to blame him self. Withdrawing into music and other activities on his own to stay away from the worlds prying eyes. He also ceased to return to his elven form, retaining his human disguise at all times even when home alone.
[/li][li]At the age of fifteen Terry found out what his parents did before he was born, his father a fifth generation thief, and his mother a eighth generation assassin. This only seemed to pull the young boy deeper in to his shell, as he kept the world at bay. Desperately his parents were at a loss of what to do, and they did the only thing they could think of, send the young man as far away from the dark stares of their neighbors and former friends and enroll Terry at a academy where he could hopefully start a new.[/size][/li][/ul]
WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about
wall lets show the world what we are about
RP SAMPLE:(taken from a old rp site)The clouds filled the sky, casting a gray haze over the capital city on this day the fluffy masses in the sky normally white now thick with gray. The lazy clouds listing slowly across the midday sky, the soft wind ran an invisible hand along the world as it pushed the clouds along, a little warm to the touch but with an edge that might suggest a deeper cold to come. The overcast skies gave a lazy feeling to those going about their day, unable to decide between breaking and giving off the bright warm sun or letting their pay load of merciless rain fall to those below.
Within one of the parks inside the capital city of the humans, there was almost naught a person to be seen. The lush green grass seem to lose some of the luster the caretakers had put so much care into giving it, as the grass and the beautiful flowers on the side of a cobble stone path swayed with the gentle breeze. The flower arrangements in the bushes here and there were brimming with colorful array of flowers that gardeners had invested so much care with.
A young man stood on the cobble stone path beneath the sea of clouds near the center of the park, he was leaning over to gaze at a particularly large bush filled with bright colored roses that had their petals extended in a desperate attempt to gather sun light. At the side of his feet lay a back pack that had been placed on the ground with a few flowers in them, that might possibly have been 'picked' from the near by bushes. The man had soft black hair that hung off his head as he leaned over the iron rail that was there for people to lean upon, a lute dangled from his shoulder held there by a leather strap, swaying with his movements gently banging against the metal rail as he leaned in further.
Garl Vinland grunted as he reached into a thorn bush, stretching his arm as far as he could manage he reached deep into the prickly spiny bush trying to reach a certain flower. There was a specific flower deep within the bush in full bloom, it was the perfect herbal ingredient for a salve that he was planning to try and make to sell for a few quick coins to coin to a few sucker of people. Come on.....almost Garl muttered to him self as he stepped onto his tip toes forgetting to look for people coming as he closed his eyes and tried to reach the rose his fingers just...barely brushing against the petals. ! [/size][/ul]
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This was made for this site, do not steal or
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