Post by eric on Mar 2, 2009 0:05:10 GMT -5
Name: Cain Matthew Robertson
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Eraser or Bird Kid: Eraser
How many years rping: almost 8
Appearance (picture preferred):
Powers: Besides incredible strength, amazingly fast, and dazzling smile? Doesn't actually have wings like most erasers, instead, can naturally "feel" people's emotions through colors of their auras.
Personality:
I am a cocky little bitch.
Plain and simple.
I'm comfortable with who I am,
I do not have low self esteem,
nor do I have low self- confidence
I don't plan on changing much.
I love who I am
Don't argue with me,
You will get verbally raped.
I'm just awesome like that.
Chances are I wouldn't like you much anyways.
I don't need to be liked....
nor do I care to be most the time.
so don't waste your time.
None of the above applies if your a woman.
I respect women, and despise men who do not.
Sometimes its nice to be different
Underneath all my seemingly endless fall-ups, I'm sweet as can be at heart.
I will always help someone in need if I have the chance.
For the most part, in all honesty....I care about people....I just think most of them are pathetically stupid.
Just don't push your luck with me.
DISLIKES:
*In all likelihood, you.
*Emotional dramatic people make me sick.
*The weak.
*Anyone who is not willing to stand, and fight. Anyone who will submit, just because it's easier.
*Anyone who will settle for contentment, or failure, rather than aspiring for something more.
LIKES:
* Newport cigarettes.
* Drawing useless scribbles that I will insist are works of art.
* Singing in the shower or at random moments when no one is watching.
* The rush of running as a wolf, free and dangerous.
* Zombie movies or any movie that can actually scare me even a little bit.
History (two paragraphs):
Raised in the labs as one of the many Eraser projects, I was given many of the luxuries such as steel cages, disgusting food, and oh let's not forget my favorite the stench of death constant testing of my mood sensing ability. All of that changed though when I was sent out into the world to track and collect those little talking pigeons that escaped from this form of hell. With a decent money supply for food, hotels, and other conveniences like guns and other weapons, I took off for the hunt.
In the first year I killed two of the avians and brought three home to the parents. Such was my goal in life to continue till my body would eventually die out in possibly only a few years. I don't care too much for my life's work , it's a job, but as of late I've been spending more time thinking of my possibilities. Hell, isn't this world supposed to be full of them?
= Borrowed from a vampire RP=
RP sample (at least 100 words): The chill of the night winds pushed the tops of the trees into a dance as the leaves twisted and bent in reluctance of falling off. It was ten past midnight, yet still there were a few couples wandering the paths of the town's gardens. With a crescent moon hanging into the sky leaving just enough lit combined with the street lamps to see your way and also a few features if one was to look close enough. Under one of those lamps was a petite woman of doll-like beauty, a face that could melt into heart of the coldest old man. She lit a cigarette with the flicking of a lighter and shrugged her coat on a little more.
Her lithe body was barely concealed under one of her work outfits. Tonight, a black bikini top with a see-through black and hot pink mini skirt. Perfect little touches such as the matching, unattached bell sleeves and pink and black fishnets, finishing with a pair of jet black boots that came to about mid-way to her knees. Although, since she was going home after work, she hid all of this beneath a brown-ish gray coat that draped down to her ankles with a fur collar.
Usually she would change into her casual clothes at work with the rest of the girls, although with the hunger calling early this night, she took off two hours before her shift ended. Luck was on her side Chelsea noticed, as she glanced upon all the vulnerable fresh humans around. So far no one tried to mug her or take advantage of the seemingly soft and fragile woman, leaving her a tad upset. Even so, Chelsea could live with an innocent- of course not draining them completely, just indulging herself enough till she could last another night. The taste of the innocent ones would lingering in her mouth was unwelcome, it was too bitter, but the sweet flavor of the wicked excited her whole body with shivers of pleasure.
Silently, Chelsea wandered the path she kept her movements gentle and kept her actions to simply walking forward and smoking her last cigarette slowly. A dash of flickering motion caught her eye as she strode under a lamp. 'Dinner time..' She feinted a scared whisper.
"Who's there?"
Age: 17
Sex: Male
Eraser or Bird Kid: Eraser
How many years rping: almost 8
Appearance (picture preferred):
Powers: Besides incredible strength, amazingly fast, and dazzling smile? Doesn't actually have wings like most erasers, instead, can naturally "feel" people's emotions through colors of their auras.
Personality:
I am a cocky little bitch.
Plain and simple.
I'm comfortable with who I am,
I do not have low self esteem,
nor do I have low self- confidence
I don't plan on changing much.
I love who I am
Don't argue with me,
You will get verbally raped.
I'm just awesome like that.
Chances are I wouldn't like you much anyways.
I don't need to be liked....
nor do I care to be most the time.
so don't waste your time.
None of the above applies if your a woman.
I respect women, and despise men who do not.
Sometimes its nice to be different
Underneath all my seemingly endless fall-ups, I'm sweet as can be at heart.
I will always help someone in need if I have the chance.
For the most part, in all honesty....I care about people....I just think most of them are pathetically stupid.
Just don't push your luck with me.
DISLIKES:
*In all likelihood, you.
*Emotional dramatic people make me sick.
*The weak.
*Anyone who is not willing to stand, and fight. Anyone who will submit, just because it's easier.
*Anyone who will settle for contentment, or failure, rather than aspiring for something more.
LIKES:
* Newport cigarettes.
* Drawing useless scribbles that I will insist are works of art.
* Singing in the shower or at random moments when no one is watching.
* The rush of running as a wolf, free and dangerous.
* Zombie movies or any movie that can actually scare me even a little bit.
History (two paragraphs):
Raised in the labs as one of the many Eraser projects, I was given many of the luxuries such as steel cages, disgusting food, and oh let's not forget my favorite the stench of death constant testing of my mood sensing ability. All of that changed though when I was sent out into the world to track and collect those little talking pigeons that escaped from this form of hell. With a decent money supply for food, hotels, and other conveniences like guns and other weapons, I took off for the hunt.
In the first year I killed two of the avians and brought three home to the parents. Such was my goal in life to continue till my body would eventually die out in possibly only a few years. I don't care too much for my life's work , it's a job, but as of late I've been spending more time thinking of my possibilities. Hell, isn't this world supposed to be full of them?
= Borrowed from a vampire RP=
RP sample (at least 100 words): The chill of the night winds pushed the tops of the trees into a dance as the leaves twisted and bent in reluctance of falling off. It was ten past midnight, yet still there were a few couples wandering the paths of the town's gardens. With a crescent moon hanging into the sky leaving just enough lit combined with the street lamps to see your way and also a few features if one was to look close enough. Under one of those lamps was a petite woman of doll-like beauty, a face that could melt into heart of the coldest old man. She lit a cigarette with the flicking of a lighter and shrugged her coat on a little more.
Her lithe body was barely concealed under one of her work outfits. Tonight, a black bikini top with a see-through black and hot pink mini skirt. Perfect little touches such as the matching, unattached bell sleeves and pink and black fishnets, finishing with a pair of jet black boots that came to about mid-way to her knees. Although, since she was going home after work, she hid all of this beneath a brown-ish gray coat that draped down to her ankles with a fur collar.
Usually she would change into her casual clothes at work with the rest of the girls, although with the hunger calling early this night, she took off two hours before her shift ended. Luck was on her side Chelsea noticed, as she glanced upon all the vulnerable fresh humans around. So far no one tried to mug her or take advantage of the seemingly soft and fragile woman, leaving her a tad upset. Even so, Chelsea could live with an innocent- of course not draining them completely, just indulging herself enough till she could last another night. The taste of the innocent ones would lingering in her mouth was unwelcome, it was too bitter, but the sweet flavor of the wicked excited her whole body with shivers of pleasure.
Silently, Chelsea wandered the path she kept her movements gentle and kept her actions to simply walking forward and smoking her last cigarette slowly. A dash of flickering motion caught her eye as she strode under a lamp. 'Dinner time..' She feinted a scared whisper.
"Who's there?"
