Post by Raven on Aug 5, 2009 12:36:36 GMT -6
Human Application
Name:John Smith
Nicknames:Raven (usually used for him)
Age:21
Birthplace and current residency:London
Family:none
Avatar(the celeb that represents you):Jared Leto
Looks and Attire(picture optional): John aka Raven is 1.75 m tall and slender. He has medium long black hair which reaches his shoulders. His eyes are black and his skin is sort of light colored. He is pretty athletic for a human. Usually he looks rebel like wearing some black t-shirt and leather black pants or thorn jeans. The shoes he chooses to wear are or a dark color, black or dark blue. Sometimes his top resembles the name of some band.
The look in his eyes usually tells the others that they should stay away unless they want to be hurt or that at least they should approach in a nice manner. His attitude towards others can be different and that is easy visible in his eyes and moves as well. He looks tense when he’s ready to blaze and pretty calm otherwise.
Personality: Raven’s personality is pretty interesting as he can get from calm to blazing, depending on the situation. While interacting with others he is calm and nice. Sometimes he can be even shy or reserved. The angry side usually manifests when he is attacked or insulted. He knows very well how to fight and he can use a weapon or a gun if there’s any around.
Raven cares a lot for his friends and he would defend them with the price of his life. That comes normal thinking that on the streets there are not many people to be called friends. He is determined and sometimes even stubborn.
Likes: music (usually fast and loud aka rock or metal), hanging outside at night-time, being free, motorcycles.
Dislikes: people that lie to him, hostile attitudes, people who would take his freedom away (including the law and cops).
History(at least 250 words): Raven was bourn in London at a care house as he was abandoned at birth. Concerning that, he has no idea who his parents are and he knows nothing about them. As a child he met the tough world at a young age. The care house wasn’t always the most welcoming place and so he learned to run away and roam the city. It felt good to do that and soon he learned everything about it. He first learned the surroundings very well and then all the things that happened around, good and bad.
Sometimes he heard of weird murders and police finding bodies but he never cared too much. He was good at defending himself and sometimes he had to obtain the things he needed the hard way. A few times he was involved in stealing and fighting and he began disliking the ones that wanted to cut his freedom for such deeds.
The fact that he had gone through all this made him care for his freedom more than anything and also gave him enough life experience so that he could survive. Concerning supernatural things as vampires, he knew about them but just as legends and he wouldn’t believe that they would have ever existed. That until he found out about them from public sources. It was pretty weird to find out such a thing but he never met one of them nor tried to do that. After all they were pretty dangerous and weird. Despite that there was an interesting side to trying and discovering one of them. It was more the thrill of the danger involved than anything else.
The life wasn’t always bad though, as soon, he was able to get out the care house and head out the streets again. It wasn’t like he always had everything he wanted but soon he was able to get a small house somewhere at the border of the town. It wasn’t the greatest thing ever but it was good enough. Anyway he rarely went around it except from when he was sleeping or resting.
Raven likes to have fun and likes to have people around him usually. Sometimes, though, he enjoys silence as well and likes being alone. Wandering the night is one of the things he would do any time, with or without someone. Sometimes he can befriend people very fast. that being a pretty interesting side of him.
His name comes from his pretty dark look as he has dark hair and eyes and he usually dresses in black. Most people call him by his gained name and almost no one knows his real one.
Sample/Past Roleplay: Herbert gazed at the woman and mumbled slowly as she mentioned about shooting him. She always wanted to show that she could, but yet she had no reason for doing that. Finally he found out that her name was Tanya and that she was some sort of outlaw just like everyone seemed to be. Turning around Herbert spoke: “You should follow me. The wrecked cars are not that far away. Let’s move.”
Saying that, he went and removed the ragged cloth from the car and then threw it inside covering the gas containers. He then went inside the interceptor and slammed the door behind. In a few seconds the engine roared and the car was alive. The heat felt worse now as Herbert opened the windows and took back his sickened looks. He cursed the heat and pushed the pedal making the back wheels screech.
The back of the car moved left and right for a moment, apparently in a chaotic way until it stabilized. Now the interceptor was eating the road in front of it and Herbert gazed into the empty distance, pushing the pedal more and gazing behind to see if the other car could follow him. He really didn’t know what that one could do anyway.
For now he thought at the wrecks and at the fuel they might contain. The other parts were usually useless anyway and he didn’t need them at all. If he was in a kind mood he might offer Tanya the sparking plugs. If there was fuel around then she was free to open the wrecks herself and thinking of that it would be fun to see her trying.
After walking for some time and following her car as well he finally saw the wrecks, a bit too sudden for the speed he had. He turned to the right suddenly and braked. He stopped the engine and taking the 9mm he went out into the heat and began looking around the wrecks and after Tanya’s ride.
In front of him lay two wrecked cars, probably the result of a smashing between the two vehicles. The good side was that it wasn’t a frontal crash, at least for one of the cars. One of them was crashed on one side and the other was smashed up to the windshield so nothing form the engine could be saved. Herbert frowned and opened the gas tank of the frontal crashed one. He smelled inside and smiled. There was gas.
Soon he was close to his interceptor and dragged out from the back a red fuel tank. All the others he had were of a dusty green. He also held a rubber cable which was empty on the inside. Soon he placed one part of the cord into the gas tank and the other in his mouth. He used it as a straw until the gas began pouring slowly into the gas container. He waited as he sat into the dust with a happy look. He smelled victory again.
Rules Word:RED ROSE
Name:John Smith
Nicknames:Raven (usually used for him)
Age:21
Birthplace and current residency:London
Family:none
Avatar(the celeb that represents you):Jared Leto
Looks and Attire(picture optional): John aka Raven is 1.75 m tall and slender. He has medium long black hair which reaches his shoulders. His eyes are black and his skin is sort of light colored. He is pretty athletic for a human. Usually he looks rebel like wearing some black t-shirt and leather black pants or thorn jeans. The shoes he chooses to wear are or a dark color, black or dark blue. Sometimes his top resembles the name of some band.
The look in his eyes usually tells the others that they should stay away unless they want to be hurt or that at least they should approach in a nice manner. His attitude towards others can be different and that is easy visible in his eyes and moves as well. He looks tense when he’s ready to blaze and pretty calm otherwise.
Personality: Raven’s personality is pretty interesting as he can get from calm to blazing, depending on the situation. While interacting with others he is calm and nice. Sometimes he can be even shy or reserved. The angry side usually manifests when he is attacked or insulted. He knows very well how to fight and he can use a weapon or a gun if there’s any around.
Raven cares a lot for his friends and he would defend them with the price of his life. That comes normal thinking that on the streets there are not many people to be called friends. He is determined and sometimes even stubborn.
Likes: music (usually fast and loud aka rock or metal), hanging outside at night-time, being free, motorcycles.
Dislikes: people that lie to him, hostile attitudes, people who would take his freedom away (including the law and cops).
History(at least 250 words): Raven was bourn in London at a care house as he was abandoned at birth. Concerning that, he has no idea who his parents are and he knows nothing about them. As a child he met the tough world at a young age. The care house wasn’t always the most welcoming place and so he learned to run away and roam the city. It felt good to do that and soon he learned everything about it. He first learned the surroundings very well and then all the things that happened around, good and bad.
Sometimes he heard of weird murders and police finding bodies but he never cared too much. He was good at defending himself and sometimes he had to obtain the things he needed the hard way. A few times he was involved in stealing and fighting and he began disliking the ones that wanted to cut his freedom for such deeds.
The fact that he had gone through all this made him care for his freedom more than anything and also gave him enough life experience so that he could survive. Concerning supernatural things as vampires, he knew about them but just as legends and he wouldn’t believe that they would have ever existed. That until he found out about them from public sources. It was pretty weird to find out such a thing but he never met one of them nor tried to do that. After all they were pretty dangerous and weird. Despite that there was an interesting side to trying and discovering one of them. It was more the thrill of the danger involved than anything else.
The life wasn’t always bad though, as soon, he was able to get out the care house and head out the streets again. It wasn’t like he always had everything he wanted but soon he was able to get a small house somewhere at the border of the town. It wasn’t the greatest thing ever but it was good enough. Anyway he rarely went around it except from when he was sleeping or resting.
Raven likes to have fun and likes to have people around him usually. Sometimes, though, he enjoys silence as well and likes being alone. Wandering the night is one of the things he would do any time, with or without someone. Sometimes he can befriend people very fast. that being a pretty interesting side of him.
His name comes from his pretty dark look as he has dark hair and eyes and he usually dresses in black. Most people call him by his gained name and almost no one knows his real one.
Sample/Past Roleplay: Herbert gazed at the woman and mumbled slowly as she mentioned about shooting him. She always wanted to show that she could, but yet she had no reason for doing that. Finally he found out that her name was Tanya and that she was some sort of outlaw just like everyone seemed to be. Turning around Herbert spoke: “You should follow me. The wrecked cars are not that far away. Let’s move.”
Saying that, he went and removed the ragged cloth from the car and then threw it inside covering the gas containers. He then went inside the interceptor and slammed the door behind. In a few seconds the engine roared and the car was alive. The heat felt worse now as Herbert opened the windows and took back his sickened looks. He cursed the heat and pushed the pedal making the back wheels screech.
The back of the car moved left and right for a moment, apparently in a chaotic way until it stabilized. Now the interceptor was eating the road in front of it and Herbert gazed into the empty distance, pushing the pedal more and gazing behind to see if the other car could follow him. He really didn’t know what that one could do anyway.
For now he thought at the wrecks and at the fuel they might contain. The other parts were usually useless anyway and he didn’t need them at all. If he was in a kind mood he might offer Tanya the sparking plugs. If there was fuel around then she was free to open the wrecks herself and thinking of that it would be fun to see her trying.
After walking for some time and following her car as well he finally saw the wrecks, a bit too sudden for the speed he had. He turned to the right suddenly and braked. He stopped the engine and taking the 9mm he went out into the heat and began looking around the wrecks and after Tanya’s ride.
In front of him lay two wrecked cars, probably the result of a smashing between the two vehicles. The good side was that it wasn’t a frontal crash, at least for one of the cars. One of them was crashed on one side and the other was smashed up to the windshield so nothing form the engine could be saved. Herbert frowned and opened the gas tank of the frontal crashed one. He smelled inside and smiled. There was gas.
Soon he was close to his interceptor and dragged out from the back a red fuel tank. All the others he had were of a dusty green. He also held a rubber cable which was empty on the inside. Soon he placed one part of the cord into the gas tank and the other in his mouth. He used it as a straw until the gas began pouring slowly into the gas container. He waited as he sat into the dust with a happy look. He smelled victory again.
Rules Word:RED ROSE