Post by Damien ++ Heather on Oct 20, 2006 22:53:54 GMT -5
Name: Damien Stone
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Damien has short, spiky blonde-brown hair. His eyes are coloured hazel. He has two earings on his left ear. He is 6 feet tall, and weighs about 155 lbs. His clothing style consists of whatever he can find, and he likes hats.
Personality: Damien doesn't like horses. You could basically say he hated them. The only reason he was shipped off here was because this is where his sister, Heather, wanted to be. He doesn't really like life, the whole living thing sort of.... gets to him. But dont get him wrong, he can be quite friendly when he feels like it, which is about half the time.
History: Damien grew up in a small town in Northern Canada. His life was pretty normal, well, as normal as life could get. He had the usual Canadian childhood. His parents were not what you'd call rich, but they did get quite a bit of money. His mother was a lawyer and his father was a university professor. The event that really flipped is life was when he got his girlfriend pregnant and they had a boy which they named Parker. Damien's little sister, named Heather, basically took care of Parker. Damein's girlfriend ran off to California with her dad. Her mom, sadly, died of lung cancer when she was 5 years old. Damien's parents sent Damien and his sister to Red Wind Academy and they took Parker with them.
Sample Post: (( Taken from another RPG ))
Cassie Miller was your typical goth, or at least it seemed that way on the exterior, or shell, as she'd call it. She somewhat trudged into the library, trying to escape the horrors of the class room bullnuts. She had just been called a dork by one of her classmates, she wasn't quite sure. It was lunch time, but she heard the bell ring, telling the students that it was time to go back to class. Cassie walked over to 'her' section of the library, where the page-turning, thick books where kept. She browsed quickily, and saw a cover that looked interesting. She's heard so many people not to judge a book by its cover, but to her, the ones with covers in dark colours just looked appealing. It was the same with humans. Cassie saw the girls in pink, with their lipstick all shiny and glossy, pink all over, short little skirts, showing way too much leg for the school to allow. But did they get in trouble? No. They were teacher's pets. They were perky, preppy, and disgusting. They all had that hidious, anorexic look to them. Revolting was what it was really. She figured they were scum, and she was better off not getting into nuts with them.
Cassie sat down in the corner of the library, leaning her tired, slender frame against the cool cement. She realized then what she had put on in the morning. She wore a tiara on her head, black with deep red rubies embedded in it. She loved that little 'hat'. Her face was covered in black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow and liner. Her face was pale, mostly because her circulation was crap. Cassies shirt consisted of a black tee with a black jean jacket, ripped all over and chains danging carelessly. She wore black jean-shorts, they too were ripped. Fishnet's covered her slender legs and she wore her black and red chucks, that had drawings of a cross and hang man on the bottoms
Cassie cracked open the book and read the first sentence of it. Sounded pretty interesting, and she continued, It really seemed good. It was about two people, and a cat who had powers. Interesting. She read a few more pages, and then realized she had heard the door to the library open. Her eyes got wide, afraid she'd be found out. She tried to make herself smaller, but pulling her legs to her chest, ignoring the footsteps that seemed to be coming her way. She continued to read, but it was hard with the pressure of knowing she might be caught and sent back to her classroom. Oh the horror that would be. She could still feel the eyes burning at her, saying "What a DORK Cassie is." That person said that. Right to her face. Cassie had said a little chant and her head, wishing that that person would burst into flames and the attention would be off of her, but nothing happened and she had ran from the scene, and now was here, wondering who this protruder was on her fantasy land of cats and humans with power, able to do as they wish.
(( Ack. So sorry my bio is so short =S ))
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Physical Appearance: Damien has short, spiky blonde-brown hair. His eyes are coloured hazel. He has two earings on his left ear. He is 6 feet tall, and weighs about 155 lbs. His clothing style consists of whatever he can find, and he likes hats.
Personality: Damien doesn't like horses. You could basically say he hated them. The only reason he was shipped off here was because this is where his sister, Heather, wanted to be. He doesn't really like life, the whole living thing sort of.... gets to him. But dont get him wrong, he can be quite friendly when he feels like it, which is about half the time.
History: Damien grew up in a small town in Northern Canada. His life was pretty normal, well, as normal as life could get. He had the usual Canadian childhood. His parents were not what you'd call rich, but they did get quite a bit of money. His mother was a lawyer and his father was a university professor. The event that really flipped is life was when he got his girlfriend pregnant and they had a boy which they named Parker. Damien's little sister, named Heather, basically took care of Parker. Damein's girlfriend ran off to California with her dad. Her mom, sadly, died of lung cancer when she was 5 years old. Damien's parents sent Damien and his sister to Red Wind Academy and they took Parker with them.
Sample Post: (( Taken from another RPG ))
Cassie Miller was your typical goth, or at least it seemed that way on the exterior, or shell, as she'd call it. She somewhat trudged into the library, trying to escape the horrors of the class room bullnuts. She had just been called a dork by one of her classmates, she wasn't quite sure. It was lunch time, but she heard the bell ring, telling the students that it was time to go back to class. Cassie walked over to 'her' section of the library, where the page-turning, thick books where kept. She browsed quickily, and saw a cover that looked interesting. She's heard so many people not to judge a book by its cover, but to her, the ones with covers in dark colours just looked appealing. It was the same with humans. Cassie saw the girls in pink, with their lipstick all shiny and glossy, pink all over, short little skirts, showing way too much leg for the school to allow. But did they get in trouble? No. They were teacher's pets. They were perky, preppy, and disgusting. They all had that hidious, anorexic look to them. Revolting was what it was really. She figured they were scum, and she was better off not getting into nuts with them.
Cassie sat down in the corner of the library, leaning her tired, slender frame against the cool cement. She realized then what she had put on in the morning. She wore a tiara on her head, black with deep red rubies embedded in it. She loved that little 'hat'. Her face was covered in black lipstick and heavy eyeshadow and liner. Her face was pale, mostly because her circulation was crap. Cassies shirt consisted of a black tee with a black jean jacket, ripped all over and chains danging carelessly. She wore black jean-shorts, they too were ripped. Fishnet's covered her slender legs and she wore her black and red chucks, that had drawings of a cross and hang man on the bottoms
Cassie cracked open the book and read the first sentence of it. Sounded pretty interesting, and she continued, It really seemed good. It was about two people, and a cat who had powers. Interesting. She read a few more pages, and then realized she had heard the door to the library open. Her eyes got wide, afraid she'd be found out. She tried to make herself smaller, but pulling her legs to her chest, ignoring the footsteps that seemed to be coming her way. She continued to read, but it was hard with the pressure of knowing she might be caught and sent back to her classroom. Oh the horror that would be. She could still feel the eyes burning at her, saying "What a DORK Cassie is." That person said that. Right to her face. Cassie had said a little chant and her head, wishing that that person would burst into flames and the attention would be off of her, but nothing happened and she had ran from the scene, and now was here, wondering who this protruder was on her fantasy land of cats and humans with power, able to do as they wish.
(( Ack. So sorry my bio is so short =S ))