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 Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 6:34 pm
Table of Contents Post 1: Table of contents Post 2: Technician profile Post 3: Weapon profile Post 4: Role-play sample Post 5: Living details Post 6: Ideas for soul resonance
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 6:47 pm
The Technician Name: Trism Wilder Nickname: Tris Gender: male Birthday: December 13 Age: 17 Height: 5'9" Weight: 140 Skin: Light Build: Athletic Ethnicity: American Hair: Dark brown with bright green streaks; short Eyes: Green Clothing: Typically Trism wears a short sleeved black hoodie over a a brightly colored long sleeved shirt, no matter what the weather. He isn't all that picky about his pants, and all of his jeans have holes in them. His shoes are bright, and mismatched. His right ear is pierced, and he wears an emerald stud in it. Likes: Pretty boys, Bright colors, Comfortable clothes, Cats, Jewelry Dislikes: Cold, Boringness, Matching shoes, Getting sick, Being on time Theme Song: Wouldn't last a day by Agent OrangePersonality: Trism is the type of person that's always in the middle of things, whether he's wanted or not, and will happily take charge if no one else is. He's loud, energetic, and way too friendly for his own good. He's not one to hide his intentions, and if he's up to something, you'll probably know about it. He does have trouble taking things seriously though, and tends to treat everything as a game. He does have a protective streak, but only for his partner, and his aunt. The rest of the world is on their own. He does what he wants, when he wants to, and if he doesn't find it interesting, well, then it's boring and needs spicing up. Trism's been labeled as a trouble maker, though he really isn't. He just doesn't understand moderation. He's the type of person that will try everything once, no matter what the consequences. He is a bit of a bookworm, surprisingly enough, and he's got more books than he knows what to do with. He reads a little bit of everything, being easily distracted, and will often be reading multiple books at the same time. Background: Trism is an only child, growing up with a technician father and a weapon mother, so as such, he was expected to be one or the other. They never pressed it, though, letting time decide his future. They lived away from Shibusen in the city of Durango, Colorado, but were always willing to head back to the school should they be needed. So, consequently, Trism was, every so often, left in the care of his aunt, who was more than happy to keep an eye on him. She's the one that Trism feels the closest too, and will go to her if he has a problem that he thinks that she can help him with. He's really not that close to his parents, not that he doesn't love them or anything, but somehow there ended up being a distance between them. He never did manifest as a weapon, but he was approached by Shibusen to be trained as a weapon technician. He accepted, and promptly moved to an cheap apartment, near the school, where he's lived ever since.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 6:55 pm
The weapon Name: Perrin Walker Nickname: Ri Gender: male Birthday: March 15 Age: 15 Height: 5'2 Weight: 110 lbs Skin: Light tan Build: Slim Ethnicity: Australian Hair: Blond; straight- shoulder length Eyes: brown Clothing: Most of Perrin's clothing is casual, dark jeans and band tees, and he always has his headphones either on his ears or around his neck. Likes: Chocolate covered Raspberry Licorice, Loud Music, Drums, Cats, DDR Dislikes: Quiet, Spicy Salsa, Dogs Theme Song: Hey You, by 311Personality: Perrin's pretty mellow, especially when he's listening to his music; which is most of the time. He can't stand silence, and if he's somewhere where it is and he can't have his mp3 player, he will start to drum with whatever he has at hand. He's got a massive sweet tooth, and always has some sort of candy on him. He's a big people person, even if it doesn't seem like it. He may look like he's ingrossed in his music and not paying attention to anyone, but really, he's aware of more or less everything that's going on. Background: Born in Australia, Perrin was brought into the world like any other kid. He lived with his parents, who were luckily enough not divorced, and even had a older brother to grow up with. They lived there until Perrin was about 14 or so, and his brother 16. He had accidentaly shifted into his weapon form, not that he had been aware of having one, since neither of his parents had been weapons, though his grandmother had been. They moved to America later that year, so that Perrin wouldn't be alone in an unfamilar country while he attends school at Shibusen. He doesn't live with his parents, instead he lives in a one bedroom apartment closer to Shibusen, while his parents live across town. He is always welcome to stay with them, but he prefers living at his place. Weapon Form: Boomerang
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 7:00 pm
Rp Sample "Mornin' Tris," Perrin greeted the brightly colored boy, opening the door before he had a chance to ring the doorbell. "You're late." "Course I am," he responded, bounding into the room. "I'm always late, Ri, remember." He grinned cheerfully, teasing the young australian. "How could I forget? Got a fun excuse this time? Wallabies invade your room again?" "Course not," Trism responded. "That's one of those things that only happen once in a lifetime. Wallabies aren't normally found here afterall." "Right. So what was it this time?" "Aliens, of course," he answered. "Completly took out t' hallway in between our rooms." Perrin shook his head in amusement; Trism always had some sort of an excuse like that. "That's a new one, Tris." "Had to think up a few, you know. Otherwise it gets dull." He shrugged. "So, we going to go to the mall today or not?" "You're the one who was late mate, not me." Perrin responded. "We're going to have wait til the next bus comes." "Alright, how long's that?" "Bout thirty minutes or so, but we probably want to wait up at the bus stop so we won't be late for it." "What's the fun in that?" "Well, if you don't want to go to the mall," Perrin answered, shrugging. "S'up to you though. I'm going in anycase. Got to protect my DDR high score, you know." "You know I can't tell you no, right," Trism responded, opening up the door. "Come on, Ri. Let's go."
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 7:01 pm
Living Details Trism's Place: A small one bedroom apartment, in the same apartment complex as Perrin. The living/dining area is mismatched and messy, decorated with whatever caught Trism's fancy. There are books and clothes scattered everywhere, though at least most of the clothes are clean. His cat, Diamond, can usually be found in here, curled up either on top of the tv or on top of one of the cabinets. His bedroom is decorated pretty much the same way as the rest of the house, although his bed does take up most of the room. The free space is filled with stacks of books, and he swears that one of these days he'll actually aquire a bookshelf. Perrin's Place: A small one bedroom apartment, in the same apartment complex as Trism. The living/dining area is decorated with band posters, and mismatched furniture. He has a small table, a pair of chairs, a old brown leather couch, a tv with a stand, and a large leopard print rug. His bedroom is more modern, with a large computer desk taking up most of the room inside. There are cd racks lining the walls, and they are mostly completly filled with cds. They're organized strangely, with a system only Perrin really gets, but he always knows where his cds are located. It's usually not too messy, but he does have a tendancy to leave his clothes lying around on the floor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 7:03 pm
Ideas for soul resonance Working Together: Perrin and Trism are pretty similiar, despite one being quiet and the other being loud, so it is easier for their souls to resonate. They still can't do it reliably though, since Trism is so easily distracted, but they're working on it. Every morning they meditate together and practice before going to school. What happens: Boomerange doubles in size, gains a bladed edge.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 10:14 am
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