Post by Imorta Thaw on Jun 21, 2009 20:12:10 GMT -8
Introducing Zane "Death" Dark
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.::.Behind the Scenes.::.
[/center][/size][/shadow]Welcome Cadet to SNPD, short for Supernatural Patrol Department. I understand that your name is Tata and you are sixteen. It is a privilege to be apart of SNPD and we hope you enjoy being apart of this legacy. Now, first off, I understand you've been active for four years on and off am I correct? And we can contact you via gmail correct? Now, we hope you'll be active for the next four years.
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.::.Your Basic Citizen ID.::.
[/center][/size][/shadow]Full Name: Zane "Death" Dark
Nickname: Zane as a human, and any of the million names for "death" in his ghost form.
Age: Infinitely ageless, but appears in his twenties
Sex: Appears male
Race: Ghost
Organization: Entirely Neutral Entity.
Career: Ummm... unemployed, unless you count his deathly functions.
Ability: He is a ghost, thus doesn't need to preform any human function for survival. Furthermore, he can shift between his human and ghost aspects at will. While in his skeletal form, Zane can become "unnoticeable". (That is to say, it you didn't already see him you won't notice him)
Also, he can appear any place where a living creature s passing, or very close to passing, fro the living to the dead.
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.::.Bringing Sexy Back.::.
[/center][/size][/shadow]Hair: Medium length, slightly curly, and blonde.
Eyes: Brown.
Weight: 180 pounds
Height: 6' 1"
Face Claim: Charlie Hunnam
General Appearance:
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.::.I'm Lovin' It.::.
[/center][/size][/shadow]Likes: At least 7
Dislikes:At least 7
Strengths:At least 5
Weaknesses:At least 5
Hobies:At least 4
Fears:At least 2
Hopes/Dreams:At least 2
Personality: At least two paragraphs.
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.::.Love is a Battlefield.::.
[/center][/size][/shadow]Turn ons: at least two
Turn offs: at least two
Fetishes/Fantasies: at least two
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.::.Family Matters.::.
[/center][/size][/shadow]Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Children: N/A
Family History: at least 1 paragraph
Your History: at least 3 paragraphs
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.::.End of the Line.::.
[/center][/size][/shadow]Have you read the rules: Battle Field
RP Sample:
Live
It was dark outside: the sun long set. The wind blew softly, stirring up leaves, creating masterpieces of art that were continuously being destroyed. A fence cut through the heart of a small field, empty of human life. An owl hooted contently overhead, its wings making no noise at all. Spass smiled enviously at its stealth: no matter how well trained a strigoi became, the owls would always have the night. But you can't have it all, after all, Spass had immortality. The thing that humans sought with single-minded determination.
This thought brought a frown to the otherwise happy looking face: humans never knew what they wanted. How often would a newly turned human despair when he realized the price of immortality. Only the cheese in the mousetrap is free. Came a whisper of memory. Unbidden. As if dosed with cold water, Spass shook himself violently. His eyes narrowed for a moment. He did not need to remember.
Like yesterday's forgotten
Disgusted with himself, the creature of the night almost flung himself against the fence in frustration. But Spass was not one to sulk for long, and by the time he sat down with his back to the fence, the frown and look of disgust were long gone. He wondered aimlessly why he had relapsed into such a painful memory. He was hungry, the strigoi decided.
Yes, now that he thought about it, he hadn't eaten all night, and the sun had set hours ago. The sky was dark, the young moon giving little illumination. Spass liked his sharp canines. Thirsty. Decisively thirsty. But it would be too much trouble to go to the town: it was so far away. He could sit there, by the fence; maybe some lost soul would wander by. Maybe he would get to drink his fill without bothering to make the odyssey to the nearest town
Spass's head gave a small nod, almost without his consent, and the strigoi wrapped his coat closer around himself, closed his eyes, and let his night senses expand. His hearing sharpened, and his nose began separating out the smells that the ever changing wind carried to him. It was a wonderful, cool night. Perfect for a long, delicious, drink.
And tomorrow'll never come
You can be a king or a street sweeper,
but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.
ok...