Post by Kaze Nightstar Hikari on Jun 26, 2009 21:42:01 GMT -5
Weee.. Took me long enough to find this page, with the help of an admin. - Fail -
So. oo;
Name: Demyx Dimitri, given to him by his adopted father who was murdered after three years of his rescue.
Gender: Male
Age: Typically he doesn't give out his age, but he appears to be around nineteen or twenty, give or take.
Height: Last measured height was five foot six.
Hometown: The town of your character's origin.
Hair: (.. This is gonna be good. )
The hair reaches just to his shoulders, pulled up by a small bobby pin and hooked to the strands that're firmly held in place by a few other clips and knicknacks. Half the strands fall over the left side of his face, it extending to the nape of his neck; the other side being just about an inch shorter but with the same concept. The coloration varies of black and a dark blonde, in a striped style; up and down.
Eyes: Bi colored. Wolf furred grey and ice blue.
Species: Human. Latter is to be determined.
Profession: Hairstylist for a local beauty parlor, vocalist for D. I. M.
Clothes: ( ... Yay. This is also gonna be.. exciting. )
The shirt is a simple black, having two holes in the center to extend to his shoulders where it becomes simple straps to round the joints. The collar of his jacket is black on one side, the other white; same going for the bodily part. Near the edges it becomes frayed, holed and torn; tail ends reaching the ankles. One strap hooks to the right side, a crimson shade.
The arm sleeves are holed up, one plaid the other striped. A piece of black silk fabric covers his nose, due to a past injury during a scuffle.
His pants consist of chains, crisscrossed thread, and an ' x ' formed by two crimson straps on the lower half of the left pant leg. The same goes for the other, but instead just a single strap, mirroring the arm.
His jacket also contains chains that dangle from three hooks, resembling a keychain; the right having one going around the waist, hooking to the others on the opposing side.
Accessories: ( oo; Nothing really, here. ) Black nails, patterned with pink and white flowers, extending to about an inch.
History: Brought up in a small town, he wasn't exposed to the outside world until his parents perished in a fire. A man rescued him and died three years later; leaving him on his own. From there he wandered from city to city before finally finding a place to settle down.
As far as he's come, he's landed as a vocalist for a band and a hair stylist for the local beauty parlor.
Personality: Pretty ' uppity ' and serious, he doesn't play around when it comes to things that need to be taken care of. Sometimes he shows through with an affectionate side, but it has yet to be seen.
Abilities: Nothing much in the least, learning martial arts at a young age by his ' adopted ' father.
Weapon(s): Two guns, by the names of ' Hades ' and ' Gaia '
Any Extras: He's an ass. <3
His frame settled into the contours of a upholistered chair, the rough fabric doting on his arms to calm the frazzled nerves. Just arriving off a plane could make one weary to the point of wanting to just drop on the floor and sleep. That wasn't an option on his case, leaving his mind to wander instead. Alert as he was, though exhausted, his head gave a sharp tilt to follow with the flicker of bi colored hues.
His voice came out no more than a croak, words bitten off and rounded. It wasn't the velvety sound others were used to, it was more rocky and bumpy. However, in a short time's notice, it would be fixed. The male, noticing the change in tone, as well; gave a furrow of thin cut brows; creases forming below the crown of the forehead. ' Mom? '
In the least, he didn't understand why he said that. It.. just somehow popped into the grooves of his poor cerebum that had been abused quite a bit. His body rose with the rustle of cloth and chains, pouting lips pulling into a plastered smile that often scared folks around where he lived. A soft sigh left the opening, thin fingers trailing up to tug at the upper lip; a black painted nail blending in with the coloration. To note, he admired how the thin lines trailed around the two shades of petals, it seeming to contrast greatly from the almost too pale color of his skin, a sandy yellowish mixture of a tone. The jostled thoughts meandered around the crevices in the cerebum before dropping into a void, the mind going blank with no other thoughts to suffice.
Sure, he was vain at times; he could understand.. but he was also the kind of person to be thoughtful. The last thing he needed was the word ' Mother ' and a blank mind. Letting the thoughts settle back into their places, the cranium gave a quirk; following the neck's twisting.
"... Perhaps.. It's not so bad, afterall.. " The words left his lips like a waterfall, plunging into the depths of the downhill stride. No more would he dwell on the past, but instead look for the future. " For the past is history, the tomorrow is the future.. but today is the present. For it is a gift.. "
I took the liberty in highlight the areas in which needed editting. Unfortunately this RP site consists of non-futuristic materials. I.E. guns, lazers, ect. There are no planes.
However, Twinny, I do believe he can be in a band. It just can't be the rocker-band heavy-electronic funk band he is most likely wanting.
A band though - who's music consists for the time period. (Or perhaps he uses these band members as partners and their instruments cast attacks? Hmn?)
The hairtyling is fine. That's acceptable. Change the guns into a mideval like weapon.
Please list a town or area near a town that your character resides at.
-Queen Eros.
So. oo;
Name: Demyx Dimitri, given to him by his adopted father who was murdered after three years of his rescue.
Gender: Male
Age: Typically he doesn't give out his age, but he appears to be around nineteen or twenty, give or take.
Height: Last measured height was five foot six.
Hometown: The town of your character's origin.
Hair: (.. This is gonna be good. )
The hair reaches just to his shoulders, pulled up by a small bobby pin and hooked to the strands that're firmly held in place by a few other clips and knicknacks. Half the strands fall over the left side of his face, it extending to the nape of his neck; the other side being just about an inch shorter but with the same concept. The coloration varies of black and a dark blonde, in a striped style; up and down.
Eyes: Bi colored. Wolf furred grey and ice blue.
Species: Human. Latter is to be determined.
Profession: Hairstylist for a local beauty parlor, vocalist for D. I. M.
Clothes: ( ... Yay. This is also gonna be.. exciting. )
The shirt is a simple black, having two holes in the center to extend to his shoulders where it becomes simple straps to round the joints. The collar of his jacket is black on one side, the other white; same going for the bodily part. Near the edges it becomes frayed, holed and torn; tail ends reaching the ankles. One strap hooks to the right side, a crimson shade.
The arm sleeves are holed up, one plaid the other striped. A piece of black silk fabric covers his nose, due to a past injury during a scuffle.
His pants consist of chains, crisscrossed thread, and an ' x ' formed by two crimson straps on the lower half of the left pant leg. The same goes for the other, but instead just a single strap, mirroring the arm.
His jacket also contains chains that dangle from three hooks, resembling a keychain; the right having one going around the waist, hooking to the others on the opposing side.
Accessories: ( oo; Nothing really, here. ) Black nails, patterned with pink and white flowers, extending to about an inch.
History: Brought up in a small town, he wasn't exposed to the outside world until his parents perished in a fire. A man rescued him and died three years later; leaving him on his own. From there he wandered from city to city before finally finding a place to settle down.
As far as he's come, he's landed as a vocalist for a band and a hair stylist for the local beauty parlor.
Personality: Pretty ' uppity ' and serious, he doesn't play around when it comes to things that need to be taken care of. Sometimes he shows through with an affectionate side, but it has yet to be seen.
Abilities: Nothing much in the least, learning martial arts at a young age by his ' adopted ' father.
Weapon(s): Two guns, by the names of ' Hades ' and ' Gaia '
Any Extras: He's an ass. <3
His frame settled into the contours of a upholistered chair, the rough fabric doting on his arms to calm the frazzled nerves. Just arriving off a plane could make one weary to the point of wanting to just drop on the floor and sleep. That wasn't an option on his case, leaving his mind to wander instead. Alert as he was, though exhausted, his head gave a sharp tilt to follow with the flicker of bi colored hues.
His voice came out no more than a croak, words bitten off and rounded. It wasn't the velvety sound others were used to, it was more rocky and bumpy. However, in a short time's notice, it would be fixed. The male, noticing the change in tone, as well; gave a furrow of thin cut brows; creases forming below the crown of the forehead. ' Mom? '
In the least, he didn't understand why he said that. It.. just somehow popped into the grooves of his poor cerebum that had been abused quite a bit. His body rose with the rustle of cloth and chains, pouting lips pulling into a plastered smile that often scared folks around where he lived. A soft sigh left the opening, thin fingers trailing up to tug at the upper lip; a black painted nail blending in with the coloration. To note, he admired how the thin lines trailed around the two shades of petals, it seeming to contrast greatly from the almost too pale color of his skin, a sandy yellowish mixture of a tone. The jostled thoughts meandered around the crevices in the cerebum before dropping into a void, the mind going blank with no other thoughts to suffice.
Sure, he was vain at times; he could understand.. but he was also the kind of person to be thoughtful. The last thing he needed was the word ' Mother ' and a blank mind. Letting the thoughts settle back into their places, the cranium gave a quirk; following the neck's twisting.
"... Perhaps.. It's not so bad, afterall.. " The words left his lips like a waterfall, plunging into the depths of the downhill stride. No more would he dwell on the past, but instead look for the future. " For the past is history, the tomorrow is the future.. but today is the present. For it is a gift.. "
I took the liberty in highlight the areas in which needed editting. Unfortunately this RP site consists of non-futuristic materials. I.E. guns, lazers, ect. There are no planes.
However, Twinny, I do believe he can be in a band. It just can't be the rocker-band heavy-electronic funk band he is most likely wanting.
A band though - who's music consists for the time period. (Or perhaps he uses these band members as partners and their instruments cast attacks? Hmn?)
The hairtyling is fine. That's acceptable. Change the guns into a mideval like weapon.
Please list a town or area near a town that your character resides at.
-Queen Eros.