Neil P. Ferrum

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Neil Percy Ferrum !


SHE SAYS I'VE GOT THE BEST
beating heart in the world

HEY THERE, MY NAME IS Crawl
AND I'VE BEEN AROUND THIS PLANET 19
TIMES, BUT I'VE BEEN ROLE-PLAYING FOR 4-5 YEARS.
THE OTHER CHARACTERS I PLAY HERE ARE none as of yet
AND OH, WAIT, ONE LAST THING. THAT PHRASE IN THE RULES IS !roxi!is!gone! !

IT MAKES HER WANT TO TWIRL AROUND
until she hit’s the ground

[/b] Neil Ferrum
NICKNAMES: /na
AGE: twenty two
GENDER: male
ALLIANCE: none
RACE: human
CLASS: C Class
PLAY BY: original art[/size][/ul]

I SWEAR TOGETHER WE'VE BEEN
here before but we never looked away

[/b] violet
HAIR: brown
SKIN: pale/white
BODY: slender
UNUSUAL: a tattoo of the eye of Ra on the backs of both hands
OTHER FORM: /na
APPEARANCE: Neil has short sandy brown hair, pale skin and freckles. His clothing choice is fairly mundane, sweaters and jeans. He has blurred vision without wearing glasses or contacts. The only thing out of the ordinary about him is his eyes which are a light purple color, a family trait passed down through his mother’s side. He's not muscular at all.
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TWO SEATS INSIDE AN EMPTY ROOM
with one more night what’s left to lose

[/b]
-rainy days
-apple pie
-naps
-sad songs
-books
DISLIKES:
-hot weather
-loud/noisy places
-keeping grudges
-country music
-spring cleaning

STRENGTHS:
-excellent card player
-can read tarot cards
-has a very accurate memory
-can drive a motorcycle
WEAKNESSES:
-bad vision
-heavy lifting
-fighting
-self-doubt
ABILITIES:
-Clairvoyance

OVERALL: Neil is a pretty easy going guy once you get to know him. His experiences have made him a bit overly-cautious about certain things though. He doesn’t trust new people easily and doesn’t settle into one spot for too long. He rarely finds things to be strange because he’s spent most of his life immersed in strange. He can shake off weird occurrences or surprises like water off a duck’s back. He spends a lot of time reading and researching so libraries a common place to find him. [/size][/ul]

WE LAY WITH NOT A WORD TO SAY
alone we’ll wait ‘til something’s wrong

[/b] Cynthia, 34, spirit medium, deceased from lung cancer.
FATHER: Mark, 42,average joe, still alive and running a small flower shop.
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER PEOPLE: Akio Hideyoshi, 21, former classmate, deceased.
HISTORY: Neil grew up in suburban America with a somewhat well known spirit medium for a mother. It made for an odd childhood, and it led him to be sympathetic to the yajuu later on. He had every reason to believe that his mother was the real deal even though his powers didn’t develop until later in his life. He was loyal to her until she died. He was Twelve when she died, but if anything it only made him a better adjusted individual concerning death. He and his father are still in good standing with each other even though they don’t show it much.
Neil likes to move from place to place and document what he’s seen. He’s a bit of an amateur paranormal investigator. He was attending college with a major in journalism but when all the fighting broke out, and the yajuu made themselves known, he dropped out. Akio Hideyoshi a classmate,childhood friend and fellow paranormal enthusiast died in an accident around that time as well which cemented the decision. He carries a totem of Akio around. He occasionally publishes books under a pen name but so far he has only published two.
He has a tendency to be very quiet because he learned early on that there are a lot of things that people don’t want to hear. He doesn’t have much control over his powers and sometimes his clairvoyance is highly inconvenient.Unlike his mother He can't see spirits or communicate with them. He can’t channel them or call them up and he would just look silly attempting a séance. He has a crappy apartment in America but rarely uses it himself.
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WITH FACES PRESSED AGAINST THE
wall lets show the world what we are about

[/b] I might be a little slow finishing this because it’s finals week.
RP SAMPLE:(from a different Forum but a character with the same name) It had really only been a few days since Neil first stumbled into the Safe Lands. Blinking and bewildered the more he saw of the Safe lands the more surreal it was for him. He had been alone for so long, with no one but the dead to serve as company and they weren't the best conversationalists. Sure, he may have run into a straggler here and there but this was completely different. The streets had a different kind of quiet, the peaceful kind they used to have. There
is a hospital, something he thought he'd never see working again, and this, a garden. Something he took for granted before, but now seems a miracle of bounty. He stood blinking in the sun-light and starring with disbelief at the greenery. The lazy light of mid-day is playing through leaves and dancing on dew of newly watered plants.

Tomorrow, he will go on his first scavenging run for the Safe Lands. He has the "shopping" list in his pocket. It wasn't as if he couldn't handle himself around the Zombies or that he'd thought he would stay inside. It was just that being in this peaceful reminder of how things used to be, highlighted the peril of what he had been doing and would be doing indefinitely. He considered how much it must take to keep this kind of place going. Even if he had only been here a few days he feels like this is a place worth protecting. An idea worth protecting really, that surviving isn't just about being alive. He made a promise to himself that he would do everything he could for this place and its people. Neil made a mental note to ask if the people that handle this garden would like his help when he isn't going out to Scavenge.

For now he would enjoy his day in the hope it would make himself a little more prepared for tomorrow. He sat down on a turned over bucket and smiled at the scenery. He hadn't been able to smile in a long time, he was looking forward to making it a more regular habit. His short brown hair tussled in the breeze and sun-light showed off the hazel-green tones of his eyes.
He flicked on his beat up sun glasses and rested his arms on his knees. The picture definition of relaxed. [/size][/ul]

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