Post by otakugirl92 on Sept 29, 2009 2:03:20 GMT -5
Name: Derek, just Derek.
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Eraser or Bird Kid: created to be an Eraser, but left. Pretty much neither.
How many years rping: Can't remember when I started, probably has been at least two years.
Appearance (picture preferred):
(minus the glove things, he has regular hands)
Redish brown hair, cut in a shaggy style that covers one of hist yellow-gold eyes. He is 5'10" tall and has lean muscles and a slight frame, making him lithe and agile. His usual attire is black pants, a black hoodie over a black shirt, and, you guessed it; black shoes. Converse high-tops to be exact.
Powers:
Quick reflexes, super-human agility. Can jump very high, and land safely from heights (but not from ridiculous high heights of course). Has intensely strong bones, and amazing night vision due to genetic alteration. He also seems to be able to sleep almost anywhere, though this doesn't seem to be very useful. He can also see into peoples dreams, and influence them but not control them, but this only works if he is touching them while they are asleep.
Personality:
Derek's personality is, to say the least, a bit odd. While he mostly has a cool and calm exterior, he is very manipulative and cocky, as he was trained to be one the best fighters the School has produced as of yet.
His quirky personality is hard to decipher at times, as his face is usually in a blank expression, though its easy to tell when he is irritated or mad at someone, in which case you may want to run in the other direction. He is also known to take advantage of people, and do whatever brings him benefit. He also has a habit of smoking, when something is on his mind or something is bothering him.
History (two paragraphs):
Derek was created by the head team of scientists, in hopes that he would be their best creation so far; unfortunately, instead of a strong, brilliant and obedient soldier they were given a scrawny and lazy adolescent with no respect for authority.
Since he was deemed as a failure, Derek was scheduled for termination. Since it'd be a bother if he was killed, Derek decided to ditch these goobers and go off on his own. Since then, he's been lying low, going from place to place to avoid all these troublesome problems.
RP sample (at least 100 words):
Derek walked along the crowded Manhattan sidewalk, the bright neon signs making the city bright as day. He pulled a cigarette from the pack in his back pocket, and lit it, watching the smoke curl up and dissipate into the sky.
There had been another one of those dreams, those annoying nightmares with the needles, electric shocks and cold tables. That dream must have came back 'cause he was sleeping in one of those parking garages, those things are the pits.
Derek continued walking, using the last of the cash he swiped off some homeless guy to buy a one of those cheap rubbery hot dogs from one of the vendors off the street. As he ate, he looked at the people walking down the street. There were so many different people here, all different; short, tall, fat, skinny, prep, goth, scene, jock. They were all different, but still the same, in one of those weird psychological sort of ways. Derek laughed at himself; he wasn't usually so 'deep' and 'reflective'. He was really becoming a softy.
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Eraser or Bird Kid: created to be an Eraser, but left. Pretty much neither.
How many years rping: Can't remember when I started, probably has been at least two years.
Appearance (picture preferred):
(minus the glove things, he has regular hands)
Redish brown hair, cut in a shaggy style that covers one of hist yellow-gold eyes. He is 5'10" tall and has lean muscles and a slight frame, making him lithe and agile. His usual attire is black pants, a black hoodie over a black shirt, and, you guessed it; black shoes. Converse high-tops to be exact.
Powers:
Quick reflexes, super-human agility. Can jump very high, and land safely from heights (but not from ridiculous high heights of course). Has intensely strong bones, and amazing night vision due to genetic alteration. He also seems to be able to sleep almost anywhere, though this doesn't seem to be very useful. He can also see into peoples dreams, and influence them but not control them, but this only works if he is touching them while they are asleep.
Personality:
Derek's personality is, to say the least, a bit odd. While he mostly has a cool and calm exterior, he is very manipulative and cocky, as he was trained to be one the best fighters the School has produced as of yet.
His quirky personality is hard to decipher at times, as his face is usually in a blank expression, though its easy to tell when he is irritated or mad at someone, in which case you may want to run in the other direction. He is also known to take advantage of people, and do whatever brings him benefit. He also has a habit of smoking, when something is on his mind or something is bothering him.
History (two paragraphs):
Derek was created by the head team of scientists, in hopes that he would be their best creation so far; unfortunately, instead of a strong, brilliant and obedient soldier they were given a scrawny and lazy adolescent with no respect for authority.
Since he was deemed as a failure, Derek was scheduled for termination. Since it'd be a bother if he was killed, Derek decided to ditch these goobers and go off on his own. Since then, he's been lying low, going from place to place to avoid all these troublesome problems.
RP sample (at least 100 words):
Derek walked along the crowded Manhattan sidewalk, the bright neon signs making the city bright as day. He pulled a cigarette from the pack in his back pocket, and lit it, watching the smoke curl up and dissipate into the sky.
There had been another one of those dreams, those annoying nightmares with the needles, electric shocks and cold tables. That dream must have came back 'cause he was sleeping in one of those parking garages, those things are the pits.
Derek continued walking, using the last of the cash he swiped off some homeless guy to buy a one of those cheap rubbery hot dogs from one of the vendors off the street. As he ate, he looked at the people walking down the street. There were so many different people here, all different; short, tall, fat, skinny, prep, goth, scene, jock. They were all different, but still the same, in one of those weird psychological sort of ways. Derek laughed at himself; he wasn't usually so 'deep' and 'reflective'. He was really becoming a softy.