Post by sawyer on Mar 2, 2008 22:42:20 GMT -5
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ooc name: Either Chase or Sawyer, I respond to both
rpg experience: 2-3 years, fantasy and other riding Academies
other: batman
sample post:
Quote:
Emerald eyes searched nervously for the spark of fire that would signal the attack on the unsuspecting mortals below in the valley. Fingers drummed in a rhythmic pattern on the ebony jean covered knee, as he continuously searched for the signal. An elongated sigh escaped chapped lips before something on the distant horizon caught his eye. Standing to further study the glinting light as fangs were exposed in a malicious grin. Rolling cloaked shoulders in a few circles to loosen the stiff knots that wound themselves in tense muscles, the dark clothed figure began to jog nonchalantly along the hidden and long forgotten deer path toward to where a lump of dark cloth laid on the crumbling remains of stone wall. A swift kick met with the ribs of the figure on the ground before a icy voice rang out in the silence, “Its time.”
The dark clothed figures slunk between shadows as they made their descent down the steep hillside. Both were silent from their lost in thought mind sets, as they came into view of a small gathering of mortals who were clearly oblivious to their soon to be sealed fate as dinner for the vampires. Both stopped in the shadows of a great weeping willow that branches concealed them from unwanted attention. “Do you remember the plan” one asked in a cold and quiet voice.
A scoffed laugh escaped the other’s lips as he nodded vigorously, “You really thing I’d forget Zach.” he asked in a mocking tone which received a malicious glare cast in his direction. The sound of a high pitched whistle broke the silence was again causing both males to spring out of the shadows and charge toward their victims. Screams of horror and pain echoed around the area as fangs broke through flesh on the soft and bare necks of mortals.
Zach moved silently and proudly toward a young female who cowered against the wooden wall of the cabin they had resided in for the weekend. Her eyes quavered with fear as tears began to flow steadily down rosy cheeks. “Oh come on love, don’t cry I can’t stand the extra salt flavor” Zach cooed in a mocking voice. His words caused the maiden to gasp with fear and cry harder, muffling her pleas of mercy.
character
full name: Nero Sawyer White
nicknames: Sparky or Sawyer
age: 18
grade: senior
clique: loner
gender: male
sexuality: bisexual
family:
- Matthew White (dad)
- Isadore Steen (step-mum)
- Jaden Steen (step-brother)
physical appearance:
Eyes of a smoky grey/blue are set onto a handsome face with steely features that are well proportioned and well set on his head. Hair color is of a deep milk chocolate with darker tones that lay underneath the barely lighter tones. It is kept close cropped to his head but not military bald, more like conservative shag. His completion is of a pale tan with a ever so slight sigh of freckling on his cheek bones, emphasizing his nearly perfect facial features. A strong jaw line emphasizes his eyes and soft lips of a light neutral tone.
His torso is muscular yet slim in a fashionable manner of look where he doesn’t seem to obsessed with his weight of mass of muscles. The presence of abs are subtle but noticeable on his sleek features His waist is slim and well matched to the shape of his torso and legs creating a well proportioned figure. Legs are long and well muscled from years of running track for his old school and the perfect length for riding horses with an extra edge to their spirit. Arms are of a muscled build with scarred and rough hands at the end that signal some sort of past with hard manual work involved.
clothing style:
Dark jeans with holes in the knees, faded graphic tee of a unique pattern and style. The color pallet of always either dark and shifty shades of blues and blacks or neon yellow, orange of hyper activity, always expressing his mood of that particular day. Expression of style and moods are the main reason of his choice of color pallet beside the fact he enjoys being different then the ‘casual’ crowd.
Feet adorned in either a pair of Converse or riding boots no matter the weather outside. The preferred style of Converse are always high tops of a funky color and boots, always sleek and of the deepest ebony.
likes:
-Horses
-Girls
-guys
-Sketching
-Picking Fights
-humorous jokes
-furry animals
-being by his self
dislikes:
-snobs
-guitars
-geeks/nerds
-turtles
-empty spaces
-carpet
-crowded areas
personality:
Quick witted and sharp tongued, free anger and closed expressions. A few of the many quirks that young Nero shows through out a daily basis. A personality typical of a Bi-polar, chronic depressant kid living in a world he thinks is out to get him. The presence of insanity is visible in a few moments in time, specially when he is about to beat some innocent kids face into the sidewalk. Time and time again he seems on the breaking point, when all hell with break loose and he’ll be the next suicidal kid from down the street.
When times are more calming, and people seem less frightening a whole new personality breaks through, loyal and friendly, humorous and easy minded while all the while still being a sharp tongued teenager most parents wouldn’t want their daughter dating. Caring is rare but can be seen here and there but not often. His temperament can be easy going and quit comforting. Sweet at times and edgy at others, Nero can be a real wild card at times.
history:
(Warning! No muse was used in this writing, author is completely brain dead at the moment)
Born in the back of his father’s pick up, Nero arrived into this world a kicking and screaming ball of pent up spirit. He had his father’s head of rich colored hair and his mother’s glittery eyes, or so he was told. A week after his fifth birthday his mother abandoned him into the care of his father, with out any reason why, ‘just got up and left’ his father told him. This left the boy with a feeling of emptiness when he saw the other children his age, playing with their mothers in the park or sharing and ice crème in the mall’s food court. This emptiness was soon filled with the love of horse his father soon introduced to him, seeing a dramatic downfall over the years in his son’s personality.
At the age of five he began his lessons of learning to ride with his father as a tutor and soon to be supporter in the show ring. First mounts were retired brood mares and lesson gelding’s and first ribbons were won at the local 4-H shows. His natural talent made the young boy the one to be envied at the shows for it was an almost given that he would win the class.
His riding skills were astonish -able in the aspect he had an natural feel for the horse he rode and most immediately bonded with the equine. His father saw him as a great source of income from his higher level winnings on the high classed mounts that his father bred specially for the higher ranked riders in their bust rider life state. Life seemed whole again, now that he and his father were finally bonding, how ever rough it may be, and getting along but all that was to change.
Shortly after his twelfth birthday, Nero’s father found the second woman of ‘his dreams’ and remarried bringing two new and unwanted step siblings into his life. This new ‘motherly’ figure in his life he found utterly insane and cruel for she made up excused to lure his father to do her ever whim, including selling the majority of the horses owned by the farm. This once again caused his life to cave in around his feet for all his beloved and life stabilizing mounts were his only comfort in life, he withdrew into a anger driven depression and became a trouble causing kid. In his school he began to start fights with the ‘bullies’ of school and back talking teach often landing him in detention.
After six years of this on going misbehavior his father made one finally desperate move to reform his son by moving him to another school, to maybe start afresh in his senior year of high school. Life seemed to be putting its self back together piece by piece but his mental stability was crumbling slightly, leaving him in the hands of being a loner. High school proved to be slightly difficult when going through it with no friends, and a troubled family but some how the teen made his way to the last year before freedom of being on his own.
riding expierence:
Being raised on a small farm that specialized in high quality show jumpers and dressage mounts horses have always been a major part in his life. At an early age he was taught to ride by his father and began to show the retired broodmares in the local 4-H shows and a few low key breed shows. Riding specifically in stadium Jumping, his skills have grown with improvement over the years from sever amounts of training his father has rushed him into, seeing his son as a good source of annual income from the earning he has made in a few class A shows.
celebrity: Tom Welling
ooc name: Either Chase or Sawyer, I respond to both
rpg experience: 2-3 years, fantasy and other riding Academies
other: batman
sample post:
Quote:
Emerald eyes searched nervously for the spark of fire that would signal the attack on the unsuspecting mortals below in the valley. Fingers drummed in a rhythmic pattern on the ebony jean covered knee, as he continuously searched for the signal. An elongated sigh escaped chapped lips before something on the distant horizon caught his eye. Standing to further study the glinting light as fangs were exposed in a malicious grin. Rolling cloaked shoulders in a few circles to loosen the stiff knots that wound themselves in tense muscles, the dark clothed figure began to jog nonchalantly along the hidden and long forgotten deer path toward to where a lump of dark cloth laid on the crumbling remains of stone wall. A swift kick met with the ribs of the figure on the ground before a icy voice rang out in the silence, “Its time.”
The dark clothed figures slunk between shadows as they made their descent down the steep hillside. Both were silent from their lost in thought mind sets, as they came into view of a small gathering of mortals who were clearly oblivious to their soon to be sealed fate as dinner for the vampires. Both stopped in the shadows of a great weeping willow that branches concealed them from unwanted attention. “Do you remember the plan” one asked in a cold and quiet voice.
A scoffed laugh escaped the other’s lips as he nodded vigorously, “You really thing I’d forget Zach.” he asked in a mocking tone which received a malicious glare cast in his direction. The sound of a high pitched whistle broke the silence was again causing both males to spring out of the shadows and charge toward their victims. Screams of horror and pain echoed around the area as fangs broke through flesh on the soft and bare necks of mortals.
Zach moved silently and proudly toward a young female who cowered against the wooden wall of the cabin they had resided in for the weekend. Her eyes quavered with fear as tears began to flow steadily down rosy cheeks. “Oh come on love, don’t cry I can’t stand the extra salt flavor” Zach cooed in a mocking voice. His words caused the maiden to gasp with fear and cry harder, muffling her pleas of mercy.
character
full name: Nero Sawyer White
nicknames: Sparky or Sawyer
age: 18
grade: senior
clique: loner
gender: male
sexuality: bisexual
family:
- Matthew White (dad)
- Isadore Steen (step-mum)
- Jaden Steen (step-brother)
physical appearance:
Eyes of a smoky grey/blue are set onto a handsome face with steely features that are well proportioned and well set on his head. Hair color is of a deep milk chocolate with darker tones that lay underneath the barely lighter tones. It is kept close cropped to his head but not military bald, more like conservative shag. His completion is of a pale tan with a ever so slight sigh of freckling on his cheek bones, emphasizing his nearly perfect facial features. A strong jaw line emphasizes his eyes and soft lips of a light neutral tone.
His torso is muscular yet slim in a fashionable manner of look where he doesn’t seem to obsessed with his weight of mass of muscles. The presence of abs are subtle but noticeable on his sleek features His waist is slim and well matched to the shape of his torso and legs creating a well proportioned figure. Legs are long and well muscled from years of running track for his old school and the perfect length for riding horses with an extra edge to their spirit. Arms are of a muscled build with scarred and rough hands at the end that signal some sort of past with hard manual work involved.
clothing style:
Dark jeans with holes in the knees, faded graphic tee of a unique pattern and style. The color pallet of always either dark and shifty shades of blues and blacks or neon yellow, orange of hyper activity, always expressing his mood of that particular day. Expression of style and moods are the main reason of his choice of color pallet beside the fact he enjoys being different then the ‘casual’ crowd.
Feet adorned in either a pair of Converse or riding boots no matter the weather outside. The preferred style of Converse are always high tops of a funky color and boots, always sleek and of the deepest ebony.
likes:
-Horses
-Girls
-guys
-Sketching
-Picking Fights
-humorous jokes
-furry animals
-being by his self
dislikes:
-snobs
-guitars
-geeks/nerds
-turtles
-empty spaces
-carpet
-crowded areas
personality:
Quick witted and sharp tongued, free anger and closed expressions. A few of the many quirks that young Nero shows through out a daily basis. A personality typical of a Bi-polar, chronic depressant kid living in a world he thinks is out to get him. The presence of insanity is visible in a few moments in time, specially when he is about to beat some innocent kids face into the sidewalk. Time and time again he seems on the breaking point, when all hell with break loose and he’ll be the next suicidal kid from down the street.
When times are more calming, and people seem less frightening a whole new personality breaks through, loyal and friendly, humorous and easy minded while all the while still being a sharp tongued teenager most parents wouldn’t want their daughter dating. Caring is rare but can be seen here and there but not often. His temperament can be easy going and quit comforting. Sweet at times and edgy at others, Nero can be a real wild card at times.
history:
(Warning! No muse was used in this writing, author is completely brain dead at the moment)
Born in the back of his father’s pick up, Nero arrived into this world a kicking and screaming ball of pent up spirit. He had his father’s head of rich colored hair and his mother’s glittery eyes, or so he was told. A week after his fifth birthday his mother abandoned him into the care of his father, with out any reason why, ‘just got up and left’ his father told him. This left the boy with a feeling of emptiness when he saw the other children his age, playing with their mothers in the park or sharing and ice crème in the mall’s food court. This emptiness was soon filled with the love of horse his father soon introduced to him, seeing a dramatic downfall over the years in his son’s personality.
At the age of five he began his lessons of learning to ride with his father as a tutor and soon to be supporter in the show ring. First mounts were retired brood mares and lesson gelding’s and first ribbons were won at the local 4-H shows. His natural talent made the young boy the one to be envied at the shows for it was an almost given that he would win the class.
His riding skills were astonish -able in the aspect he had an natural feel for the horse he rode and most immediately bonded with the equine. His father saw him as a great source of income from his higher level winnings on the high classed mounts that his father bred specially for the higher ranked riders in their bust rider life state. Life seemed whole again, now that he and his father were finally bonding, how ever rough it may be, and getting along but all that was to change.
Shortly after his twelfth birthday, Nero’s father found the second woman of ‘his dreams’ and remarried bringing two new and unwanted step siblings into his life. This new ‘motherly’ figure in his life he found utterly insane and cruel for she made up excused to lure his father to do her ever whim, including selling the majority of the horses owned by the farm. This once again caused his life to cave in around his feet for all his beloved and life stabilizing mounts were his only comfort in life, he withdrew into a anger driven depression and became a trouble causing kid. In his school he began to start fights with the ‘bullies’ of school and back talking teach often landing him in detention.
After six years of this on going misbehavior his father made one finally desperate move to reform his son by moving him to another school, to maybe start afresh in his senior year of high school. Life seemed to be putting its self back together piece by piece but his mental stability was crumbling slightly, leaving him in the hands of being a loner. High school proved to be slightly difficult when going through it with no friends, and a troubled family but some how the teen made his way to the last year before freedom of being on his own.
riding expierence:
Being raised on a small farm that specialized in high quality show jumpers and dressage mounts horses have always been a major part in his life. At an early age he was taught to ride by his father and began to show the retired broodmares in the local 4-H shows and a few low key breed shows. Riding specifically in stadium Jumping, his skills have grown with improvement over the years from sever amounts of training his father has rushed him into, seeing his son as a good source of annual income from the earning he has made in a few class A shows.
celebrity: Tom Welling
