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 Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:24 pm
Welcome, this is the forum in which you may copy and past the skeleton below in order to try and qualify an original character you might have in the works for this RP. Before submitting, please keep the following rules in mind:
When submitting an original character you may not...
1.Have any prior connections with any of the cast. Yes, you may have "heard" or "seen" some of them, perhaps gave a passing chat, but in no way may you be "automatically friends" or have any kind of random family ties.
2.We here in the guild do not approve of Mary-sues or Gary-Stus. These are usually Original Characters made a tad too perfect/talented/out of realistic boundaries. Every Original Character submitted will go through a "screening" process. If it's voted that your character falls into one of the above categories, you will be denied along with the reasons why, as well as given the chance to do a re-do. Obviously, if you were accepted into this guild, we want to give you the opportunity to roleplay with the rest of us, so please don't be discouraged if you are denied! Everyone gets three shots with the same character, if you're denied all three times, further penalties will apply.
3.Please, DO NOT post any submission here in the forum. Private message it to either Desu za Kiddo or Maka Aruban with the subject title "For Great Roleplays!"
4.Only accepted characters are submitted into this forum, and only by myself, Maka Aruban or Desu za Kiddo.
5.You will be contacted with a warning if you do post rather than private message a character, failure to fix this by deleting the post will follow in penalties.
6.Make sure you've read all the rules, both here and outside of here!
7.Put a "No waffles for you" in your PM to indicate you've read all the rules!
8.Rules may be changed or added at any time.[imgright]malformed url[/imgright]
[color=yourcolourhere][size=14]Welcome, please introduce yourself[/size][/color]
[size=10][b]My name is[/b][/size] [[Character's name goes here!]]
[size=10][b]I am[/b][/size] [[Character's age goes here!]]
[size=10][b]My birthday is[/b][/size] [[Character's Day and month of birth goes here!]]
[size=10][b]I'm[/b][/size] [[Gender goes here!]]
[size=10][b]My occupation?[/b][/size] [[Occupation goes here!]]
[size=10][b]Status?[/b][/size] [[Married, divorced, single, etc. goes here!]]
[size=10][b]My soul shows that I'm a[/b][/size] [[Whether you're a Weapon, Meister or other goes here!]]
[size=10][b]A-An animal Totem?[/b][/size] [[If your a witch, otherwise place "none."]]
[size=10][b]My partner?[/b][/size] [[Partner's name goes here. If none please state so.]]
[color=yourcolourhere][size=14]That's enough with the formalities, let us get to know you[/size][/color]
[size=10][b]Your appearance is...[/b][/size]
[[Insert a written description of character's looks here]]
[size=10][b]Well, let's see...[/b][/size]
[[Insert character's past here]]
[size=10][b]I'm sort of...[/b][/size]
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[size=10][b]It's a bit particular...[/b][/size]
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[size=10][b]I fancy[/b][/size]
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[size=10][b]When I'm not busy, I enjoy...[/b][/size]
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[size=10][b]You can't beat me,[/b][/size]
[[If weapon or anything with a transformation ability, please link to any image to your weapon/other form here you may have, I'll also ask that you put your resonance form too, above any written description.]]
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[size=10][b][color=gray]Your soul tells me you're...[/b][/color][/size]
[[In three words, describe your character's soul wavelength. For example: "Strong willed, determined, good team player."]]
[size=10][b][color=secondarycolor]Anything else, well...[/b][/color][/size]
[[ Any other information, habits, ect.]]
[color=yourcolourhere][size=14]With that taken care of, anything else you'd like to share?[/size][/color]
[size=10][b]In addition...[/b][/size]
[[Additional pictures of your character, must be in link format!]]
[size=10][b]The beat of my soul is...[/b][/color][/size]
[[Theme song]]
[size=10][b][color=secondarycolor]Played By:[/b][/color][/size]
[[Insert your Gaian username here!]]
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 5:00 pm
Accepted Original Character  Welcome, please introduce yourselfMy name is Klaus Erstweiler I am Fifteen. My birthday is August 8th I'm Male. My occupation? Composer/Musician. Attended Juilliard when he was ten years old, and is now recognized as a professional despite his age. Obviously also a student at the DWMA. Status? Single. Or, he thinks so. Cheryl has other ideas. My soul shows that I'm a Meister. A-An animal Totem? None. Not a witch. My partner? Cheryl Bishop That's enough with the formalities, let us get to know youYour appearance is...Klaus stands at average height—not exceptionally tall, but not too short either—and is rather thin. He’s pale as well, as is to be expected from someone who spends every waking moment playing the violin in his room. But aside from that, he’s not unattractive. On the contrary—a good part of the reason he’s notable besides his musical talent is because his fangirls apparently find him cute. Cheryl will tell you this. He doesn’t really find himself to be anything special, though, and doesn’t take very much time to deal with things like appearance. For him, it’s just a matter of making sure that he looked put together. Formal attire, combed hair—generally clean-looking. He has dark bluish hair and grayish-blue eyes to match. Well, let's see...Klaus was born in Vienna, Austria to the wealthy Erstweiler family. To this day his mother insists that he was literally born with sheet music in his hand. Whether that’s true or not, though, from the very beginning it was evident that he was different. Before he could talk, he could recognize famous symphonies. By the time he could walk, he’d taught himself to play the piano. Now, his parents had absolutely no idea what to make of this. They were absolutely stunned, as were most people. And before long, the kid was getting media attention. They hailed him as the second coming of Mozart, or Beethoven, or Chopin. He didn’t really have time to listen, though, because he spent the entire time feverishly jotting down notes and learning songs and experimenting with different rhythms until his fingers bled. He’d spend entire days locked in his room with a violin, or downstairs with the piano, sometimes not even bothering to stop for meals. And this was all before he was ten. When he actually turned ten, he was asked to come to America in order to attend the Juilliard school of music, which he did, and graduated a year later when he was eleven. Everyone said the same thing—prodigy, miracle, incredible…so why couldn’t he be satisfied? See, for him it wasn’t amazing. For him it was just a way of life, and there was something missing! It just bothered him to no end. No challenge was difficult enough. Nobody could teach him anything. Hell, he was done with school at ten! Professors failed in comparison. Yet…no matter how much he worked, and no matter how much the rest of the world loved his music, he just couldn’t write anything perfect. Nothing that was perfect by his standards, anyway. It was maddening. In the four years that followed, his parents took him to France, and China, and Japan, and Germany, and any other place that wanted to hear him—and that was just about the entire continent of Europe. He attempted to learn from these places, and incorporate the way they sounded into his own compositions, but satisfaction remained elusive. At the very least, though, he got experience and world recognition out of the deal. And during this whole touring process, he heard about the DWMA. It seemed rather intriguing. A school where you learned how to vanquish evil…? That was certainly different. But according to the fellow who’d spoken with him about it, his soul would be just perfect for it. Deeply interested, he asked his parents to let him enroll. They were horrified. They’d never seen him as anything more than their little musician, after all! To think that he wanted to go someplace like that…oh, it brought his mother to hysterics. She was certain he was too fragile for it, and he couldn’t survive in that environment. Still, he was persistent. It was something he absolutely had to do, for his own sake and for the sake of his music. Besides, he’d already been to school in America. After a while his parents gave in on the condition that he promised not to get hurt. Despite this being far easier said than done, he agreed, and arrived only yesterday. I'm sort of...A very quiet, complacent individual. He doesn’t give off a particularly important or entitled vibe. Instead, he’s content to sit in the background and observe most things. Most people will think him to be rather shy at their first meeting, and that’s partly true, but his general softness may actually be more to do with being quiet by nature than scared or uncomfortable around people. He’s also rather polite—to the point where it can be annoying. While he has been very sheltered all his life, he’s desperately trying to become more knowledgeable of the world around him and more accustomed to doing actual work. All in all, a very agreeable person. It's a bit particular...- He’s actually kind of a celebrity in Austria, and a lot of Europe. People know of him in America too, but mostly those who are deeply into music. All of it stems from the whole ‘prodigy’ thing. He actually released a few CDs in his younger years with his parent’s supervision, but has taken a break since enrolling in the DWMA. - Klaus is Austrian, and German is his first language. However, having traveled so much, he’s also fluent in Hungarian, English, and French. He speaks each very well, but with an accent. I fancy- Listening to music. - Writing music. - Playing music. - Violins. - Pianos. - Cellos. - Flutes. - You get the picture—instruments. - Learning to properly fight Kishin. - America. - Austria. - Meeting people. - Concerts. I detest- Kishin, obviously. - The thought of going insane. - Silence. - The thought of going deaf—it terrifies him. - Nothingness. - Salty foods. - People who make fun of his accent. When I'm not busy, I enjoy...- Music, music, and more music. Seriously, he never stops. Even his fighting style is all to do with music. It’s like his lifeline—he couldn’t live without it. His instruments of choice are the violin, piano, and guitar, but he’ll use others depending on his mood. You can't beat me,- It is likely that Klaus’ knowledge of musical instruments in general made it easier to wield Cheryl—a violin weapon—however, he admits that it’s far harder than anything he’s done before. And it might be part of the appeal. Anyway, he uses his headphones in combat. It apparently helps to ‘become one with the music’. Your soul tells me you're...- Quiet, obsessive, but brilliant. Anything else, well...- When not in class, you’ll almost always see him with a pair of headphones on. In battle too. With that taken care of, anything else you'd like to share?In addition...OneThe beat of my soul is...- Leech Jar--Emilie Autumn- A Cure--Emilie Autumn- Manic Depression--Emilie Autumn - The Butterfly--Mairead Nesbitt - Devil in the Kitchen--Ashley MacIsaacPlayed By:- Neomi789
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Posted: Mon May 03, 2010 8:10 am
Accepted Original Character  Welcome, please introduce yourself My name is Cheryl Bishop I am Sixteen My birthday is July 15th I'm Female. My occupation? Stalker Student. Status? Currently in a long-standing relationship with Klaus Erstweiler. He just doesn’t know it yet. My soul shows that I'm a Weapon! A-An animal Totem? Nope. My partner? Klaus Erstweiler. That's enough with the formalities, let us get to know you Your appearance is... Cheryl is a very pretty young lady with long black hair that’s always pulled back by a red headband. Her eyes are dark as well—almost reddish sometimes, though. She needs glasses sometimes too—not so much for sight as for fashion. Her skin is pale and she’s rather thin-framed. Don’t fall into the trap, though—don’t think she’s harmless. At all. It will be your undoing. Her wardrobe is mostly comprised of red and black, and mostly skirts. She likes feminine clothes, after all—pants tend to make her feel manly for whatever the reason. Well, let's see... Cheryl comes from an American family of music lovers. And when I say lovers, I mean lovers. Seriously. The Bishops ate, slept, and breathed music. Each room in their house had a different soundtrack, their family library was filled with CDs and records instead of books, and their iTunes bill was always about seventeen times more than their electric bill. It made sense, actually, because the lot of them were highly respected music reviewers. Her parents would travel the globe to attend concerts and give their two cents on the performers, and occasionally they’d even take Cheryl along. As you can imagine, since they were so passionate about music, they were very serious about their craft. They were honest and brutal, picking out every little imperfection and praising every high point. But no matter how many countries they traveled to, or how many concerts they attended, for some reason they just couldn’t find that one perfect composition. That one piece that sounded good enough to honestly be called a masterwork in these modern times. They did eventually find that, though, in the form of an Austrian ten year-old. The Bishops were among the first to hear the story of a European child prodigy that had come out of nowhere and sent half the music world into shock. It sounded amazingly promising. Like it couldn’t just be a fluke. If this many people cared, it had to be real. And so they packed up their bags—and Cheryl—and headed to Vienna with a herd of reporters and other reviewers to hear the kid play. What they found when they got there was a rather unassuming little dark-haired kid who seemed more interested in his piano than the fact that there was a crowd of people watching him. That didn’t so much matter, though, because the sound was just spectacular. It literally brought tears to the Bishops’ eyes. And Cheryl fell in love. Klaus was pessimistic—he could find a thousand things wrong with himself. He didn’t see how his compositions were perfect and his music was masterful, but Cheryl could! That, and so much more! Where he saw imperfection, or mediocrity, Cheryl only saw beauty. That was no ordinary boy—that was some kind of muse sent down from the powers that be! Of course…she’d never actually met him. But she knew lots. See, as soon as they’d left Austria, she Googled him. And went to his website. And bought all his music on iTunes. And started a fan club. And started hacking security cameras at Juilliard to get pictures that she would later enlarge and make into posters for her room. It’s not obsessive, though. She was just a girl in love! She just needed to meet him. No, not meet. She needed to marry him. And why not? She knew everything, didn’t she? She knew his favorite color, and his astrological sign, and his favorite foods, and the languages he spoke, and everything! She’d follow him anywhere. And so naturally, when she heard that he was going to study at the DWMA, she absolutely had to follow. Luckily for her, she had the right credentials—her father was a weapon, you see. He was some kind of special flute, which had drawn her mother to him and eventually kindled their romance over the mutual love of music. Cheryl herself was a violin. Perfect for a musician. Cheryl arranged for her flight to be the same as Klaus’. She sat next to him and proposed that they be partners, and he accepted. So here they are. I'm sort of... Cheryl is a very driven young lady. She won’t stop until she gets what she wants, no matter what that is. She isn’t willing to settle. Behind all of her…questionable actions, though, she truly does mean well. She’s very loving and caring when you let her be. Oh, and another thing, she has a bit of a jealousy problem. If you’re a pretty girl—or even a pretty boy—and you so much as look at Klaus the wrong way, you don’t want Cheryl to find out about it. Really, you don’t. Trust me on this one. It's a bit particular... Cheryl is very smart in her own right. Don’t discount her just because she’s a little odd—she’s a more than capable young lady. Her weapon form is said to be one of a kind, and extremely powerful, if incredibly hard to wield. Klaus is literally the only person alive with a compatible soul to could have wielded her. I fancy - Klaus. - Klaus. - Klaus. - Music. - Klaus. - Gourmet food. - Winning. - Going through her partner’s mail. I detest - When people hit on her partner. - When people look at her partner. - When people question her motives. - The cops. - When people call her out on stalking. Because It’s not stalking. It’s love. - People who don’t share her love of music. - Losing. When I'm not busy, I enjoy... - Listening to music. Despite being a violin, she doesn’t actually play. Not well, anyway. She just loved to listen and critique like her parents. - Stalking. Or as she calls it, ‘displaying her love’. Some of the things she does are…questionable, though. You can't beat me, Well, as you know, Cheryl is a musical weapon. She’s a violin, really, but when she powers up or she and Klaus resonate, she becomes a guitar. When she’s a violin, her bow can be used for close-range combat, but it isn’t terrible powerful. As a guitar, though, Klaus can literally smash her into the enemy like an angry rocker and take them out that way. Her final guitar form even has a chainsaw-like appendage to it. The real power of her weapon form is not in close-range combat, though. It’s a special weapon in the sense that it throws sound waves as its ability. Depending on what melody her meister plays, Cheryl can use her sound waves to literally create a shield around him in defense. When attacking, she can cause the song to tear into the enemy’s ears and defend them or limit their movements. It’s an incredibly powerful weapon in that regard—one of a kind. Your soul tells me you're... Determined, obsessive, loving. Anything else, well... When she’s not stalking, Cheryl is a lovely homemaker. She can cook and clean and kick a** better than most girls you know. With that taken care of, anything else you'd like to share? In addition... OneThe beat of my soul is... Stalker--Goldfinger Played By: Neomi789
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 3:56 pm
Accepted Original Character  Welcome, please introduce yourself My name is Katherine [K’Dee] Deserae Roberts. I am Seventeen. My birthday is October 28th. I'm Female. My occupation? Kishin follower / Shibusen Drop-out Status? In a relationship, however I hardly get to see him. My soul shows that I'm a Weapon - Chainscythe A-An animal Totem? None. My partner? Formerly a Shibusen student named Elana, currently Daniel ‘Sinnor’ Roberts who is a follower of the Kishin as well. That's enough with the formalities, let us get to know you Your appearance is... Physical Description: Facial: My face a bit on the long side, my nose too is a bit long, but not necessarily big. My eyes bluish gray and a little wide and big. Hair: My hair is a caramel/light brown. For the most part it’s worn in a low messy pony tail and it reaches just below the bottom of my shoulder blades. My hair is parted on the left side, the hair on the right often times covering the my bandaged missing right eye. Body Type: Slender to the point of almost looking unhealthy, I has some muscle on me, but not enough to really be considered very strong. I stand about five feet and 11 inches, but often times slouch making me look more like five feet eight inches or five feet nine inches. My skin would probably be considered more on the pale side. Tattoos: N/A Piercings: N/A Clothing Description: Outer wear: I wear a black, torn and tattered cloak. The bottom has holes in it and it’s fraying. It’s thick and heavy, which provides me with warmth. I don’t wear it too often, usually only when I’m traveling, on chilly nights, or when there is bad weather, such as snow, rain, hail, cold temperatures, ect. Top: [The picture above and to the right shows more skin then what she actually allows seen.] I don’t necessarily have a top, but instead mummy-like linen bandages that cover the majority of my body. They cover my missing right eye wrapping around part of my head and most of my face. The bandages then wrap around my neck, torso, arms, waist, and continues down all the way to my feet. In some places especially around my arms and shoulders the bandages are unraveling. Part of my collar bone and shoulders are exposed thanks to this. The Bandages even act as gloves and wrap around my hands and fingers. Bottoms: For Pants I wear charcoal colored baggy cargo pants made of a rough material. As well as the standard pockets on her thighs and rear-end, there is also a pocket on the side of each of my legs just above my knees. My pants are then stuffed into my boots. Shoes: My boots are a darker charcoal than my pants, and come up to about my mid shin. There are four belts on each of my boots that wrap fully around my legs. They are an obsidian black with silver buckles. Three of the belts wrap around my leg, and the one around the top of my foot merges with the soul of the boot. Under the Belts there is also a silver zipper that runs all the way up the side. Accessories: She wears a black belt around her waist, that has an oversize square silver buckle. Well, let's see... I was born in a big city on the United States’ Western Coast. My family resided in an old little shack between two tall apartment buildings, it wasn’t the best, but at least it was good enough to shelter us from those wet winter nights. I lived with my mother and father until when I was about ten and my mother suddenly disappeared. Not until I was nearly twelve would I find out what really happened to my mother. Katherine had always protected me from my dad, and with her gone then, there was no one to help me. While living with my dad I experienced true nightmares, ones that my imagination couldn’t even compare with when it came time for my slumber. One evening after my mom had vanished, father had taken me out on the streets. My first experience eating a soul, was that stormy evening. Unfortunately it was blue, innocent, and pure. If I would’ve known what it was I would’ve never ate it. But at the time, I had never seen a soul before… Out of all the choices I had made that would probably be my most regretful. Even though I don’t partically like to talk about this, but the reason why my eye is missing is thanks to my father. We’ll just say that I got into something I really wasn’t supposed to one night while why daddy was drunk beyond reason and that was my punishment. On top of the physical abuse, he also mentally and verbally abusedme, breaking me down, and crushing me dreams of ever becoming a death scythe. I managed to run away, after killing my father and hitching a ride on a train by transforming into my weapon form and hiding inside someone’s suitcase. Though I try to avoid speaking about all of that seeing as it was a rather traumatic for time for me. Once I made it too Shibusen, I was sort of taken in, not particularly by a single person, but just by the school in general. I did however take a certain liking to Death Scythe-Sama and Shinigami-Sama. I looked up to them, but regretfully never got the chance to really get to know them. I then met Elana a few days after I had enrolled in the school. We formed a bond and eventually began working together as partners. Together we were nearly able to make me a Death scythe. However madness had always been just under the surface of my soul, searching for anyway possible escape, thanks to the innocent one I had devoured as a child. I had been having lots of visions and hallucinations of my father it seemed, as the closer I got to becoming a Death Scythe, and when at last I only had a few souls left to go I saw these so often that I started to honestly believe my father was still alive. My insanity finally did find its release when my half Brother, Daniel aka Sinnor Roberts found me. However I didn’t realize it, in fact having Daniel with me made me feel safer knowing that he was there with me just in case our father came after us. Daniel started to hang around a lot and both my friends and teachers began to see a difference in my grades, behavior, and even personality, while even today O believe it’s just them that think that. They became concerned about the Influence my brother had on me, some even confronting Daniel, but I wouldn’t listen to anything they said. After all Danny made me happy, and he was the only bit of family I had left. Though, Daniel began to lead me off onto a path I had wanted to avoid from the start. Creating a Kishin out of me. Yet, oddly enough, I don’t resist, simply because I trust him. Now I work with Daniel, no longer a part of Shibusen and working independantly from any other groups. Daniel hopes are to create a Kishin out of his little sister, and seeing how Naïve and controllable I am towards him opens up a wide range of advantages and opportunities for himself. I'm sort of... I am very indecisive, and hate to make decisions on my own. Some consider my naïve and childish, and that might be due to the fact that my childhood was in a sense stolen from me. I can be very paranoid at times, and I am very clingy toward close friends and my brother. If I feel threatened or afraid, you can find me huddled close to my brother’s side. So I guess you could call me a bit of a scaredy-cat also. I’m loving toward my friends, and it’s very obvious seeing as I make my affection well known. I am shy to people I do not know very well, however get to know me and you’ll find I am a pretty cheerful and friendly person, or at least that’s what I come off as. In reality I’m a bit of a downer, but I know if I act like this 24/7 my life would be a hell-of-a-lot more miserable. For the most part I’m a ‘forgive and forget’ kind of person. When I lose control and give into my madness, I may seem like a completely different person. I am very hateful towards everyone, including my brother, though I’m not as hateful toward him as most. I’m very giggly though pessimistic when I lose myself and I find humor in pain [physical, emotional, or mental] whether it be inflicted upon others or even myself. It's a bit particular... -I am German, Italian, Austrian, and American. I was able to pick up a little German, thanks to the fact that my mother was fluent and my father knew a little, however seeing as I was born in the United States I grew up learning English. I fancy -Children. -Her few Friends left. -Danny. -Doodling. [not drawing, there is a difference] - Hugs. -Listening to Music. -Goofing off. - Singing. [Though she’s not really that good. >.>;] -Sunny weather. -Snow. -Making her brother proud. I detest -Upsetting others. -Physically hurting others. -Lying. -Alcohol. -Her father. -The Kishin. -Making her own decisions. -Being called a Betrayer. [ Even though that is what she is.] -Speaking of my past. -The fact that I was never able to prove my father wrong and become a Death Scythe. When I'm not busy, I enjoy... As said in my likes above I enjoy singing, doodling and listening to music. I also enjoy training and sparring to become stronger. When I get the chance my favorite thing in the world to do is spend time with Lumen [her boyfriend] and Syndlar [her BF's Twin brother]. I enjoy taking walks to no where, so don't be surprised if you find me aimlessly wandering the streets. You can't beat me, My Weapon Form: Sorry it’s poorly drawn.In Soul Resonance form my blades become double there original size and multiply by four. Meaning that there are 8 scythes all together. They are all connected to their own chain. The four chains on the right then connect to a single chain that is about four feet in length, then on the other end the remaining four chains are connected to the single chain. Each chain that the Scythes are individually connected to are about 3 feet in length. When Soul or Death Scythe are in soul resonance form their blades become colorful and illuminate brightly. However in my form, my blades look like cracked black ice. Example. And instead of illuminating there is an ominous dark fog that engulfs my weapon form. Unlike most weapons, I can fight on my own. However I am not an independant weapon. My mother was though, and which means a weak bit of that ability was inherited by me. I can fight on my own, although that doesn't mean I can defeat my enemy. I'm much stronger fighting with a meister, but by no means am I unable to protect myself or useless without a technitian to weild me. Your soul tells me you're... Indecisive, Accepting, Tolerant Anything else, well... When I lose myself to my insanity, the true me will escape to the smallest and deepest corner of my mind letting the demon that is still me control my actions. When my sanity is returned, the majority of the time I do not recall what harm I have done. With that taken care of, anything else you'd like to share? In addition... Danny and I.The beat of my soul is... All These Things I Hate – Bullet for my ValentineMy Own Enemy – Thousand Foot KrutchA Beautiful Lie – 30 Seconds to marsNothing Left to Burn – Lovers & LiarsPlayed By: II KDee Roberts II
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 3:57 pm
Accepted Original Character  Welcome, please introduce yourself My name is Daniel Christopher Roberts [Aka Sinnor] I am 22 My birthday is August 15th I'm Male My occupation? Kishin Follower Status? Single, and happy that way. My soul shows that I'm a Meister A-An animal Totem? None My partner? My weapon, K’Dee Roberts That's enough with the formalities, let us get to know you Your appearance is... Physical Description: Facial: I have narrow and hostile appearing bluish gray eyes. I have a long, nose which you may consider a bit big, and there is no swoop or bump to it, it completely straight. My face is long also, my chin broad. Speaking of my chin I have a short scruffy beard, and stumble that runs alone my jaw line. Hair: My hair is shaggy and messed up, I don’t bother to do anything with it so the majority of time it’s a mess. I like it that way. It’s a light brown and long enough to get in my face, but not so long as to be able to touch my shoulders. Body Type: I have a muscular build, though I’m not quite your ‘body builder’ type. I stand approximately six foot four inches and at first glance most might consider me a threat seeing how large I am. My skin is an even tanned tone thanks to being outside in the Nevada sun a lot. Tattoos: I have one tattoo but it covers most of my body. It starts on my right upper bicept, where three dark red Kishin eyes are tattooed. From there the outline of three kishin scarves stretch from it. One of said scarves spirals around my right arm. The next was tattooed over my shoulder blades and goes to my left arm where it spirals to an end there. The last tattooed scarf wraps around my torso and ends at my waist. Piercings: I have three earrings on my left ear; One on my lobe and two up higher. On my right I have only one earring up it’s up high on my ear. Clothing Description: Outer wear: I usually wear my inmate jacket around my waist. It buttons up and has my prison number on the right side of my chest as well as my last name written just below it. During wet or cold weather. Top: As for a top I wear a simple black form fitting shirt. It has no sleeves but has a turtle neck. Bottoms: For pants I wear baggy black cargos made of a rough durable material. They are a bit large for my body but fit comfortably. There are two pockets on the thighs, as well as two pockets on the rear end. Aside from those there are also two pockets placed near the knees of my upper legs of my pants. Shoes: I just wear black steel-toed work boots that lace up and cover up just past my ankle. Accessories: Around my neck I wear a collar with a chain on it from when I was put in Jail. The collar is black, and the chain is quite obviously a gray steel. The last link of the chain is broken. People ask me if it’s uncomfortable but I actually like it. If given the chance I don’t think I would take it off. Well, let's see... I was born to my mother, Annika Tetukvov. John Roberts was my father, however my mother and father were never actually together. Mom was a prostitute that worked at a brothel; therefore I was technically an accident. While I lived there with my mom in the brothel I would often times have to hide in the closet or spend evenings with the other lady’s that weren’t being used while my mother was. All the women did their share of taking care of me as a child. And while it was nice to get all of this attention, mom herself didn’t seem to get to bond with me all too often. I was never intended to be used as prostitution; however when the old manager of the brothel left about the time when I was 9 and a new one took over, the new manager told my mother that I would be used for prostitution or else I couldn’t live there. My mother, being stupid, faked my leaving, which then made it a secret that I was still living there. Although evening when the manager found me, I was taken and used by a male for prostitution. It wasn’t even a week later that mom then decided that I wasn’t safe there anymore, and I was taken to live in an orphanage. While living in the orphanage I went through a phase of depression that lasted until I was nearly eleven. I refused to meet with potential adopters and when I did I refused to cooperate with them. Eventually people stopped coming to see me, which I was in fact pleased by. I could then lock myself in my room without anyone to disrupt me. When my depression phase came to a gradual end, a violent one took its place. I’d beat up on my bedroom walls and threw mini tantrums. Even when allowed to spend time with the other children I started fights and beat up on the others. This occurred clear up until I was thirteen and when a girl caught my eye. She seemed to be the only one to be able to calm me and keep me from harming others. We struck up a friendship and by the time we were both sixteen we decided to make our friendship more and begin dating. However it had to remain a secret seeing as the orphanage forbade it. Around this time was also when I began looking into information about my father. I had his name, and that was about it. Thus did as much research as I could while living there. When we could finally leave the orphanage when we were eighteen I instantly began to continue a more in depth search for my family. My girlfriend however wasn’t too fond of this, and found I was becoming a bit obsessive over my search. At last after a few months of this, she gave up and she couldn’t take it. This broke down my high spirits. No longer could I find myself being optimistic and happy but instead pessimistic and holding hatred toward people and society. It eventually ended up in me stalking my ex down, and beating her nearly to death. After all she had made me so happy, she knew I was wanting to find my family yet still told me she loved me. She knew it from the beginning but led me on. I felt betrayed by that. The cops were called on me, and I was thrown in jail. But I escaped with no problem. When I at last found where my father and half sister had been living, I found the house empty aside from the body of whom I assumed was my father. That was when I went he went to find my sister. I had difficulty searching for her, but once the newspapers started coming out with articles of a girl by the name of K’Dee Roberts was close to becoming a death scythe it was a breeze to track her down. I'm sort of... For the most part I am a very bitter guy. I hate a lot of things, and I don’t appreciate too much. I like to come off as a rather clueless and stupid sort of man. But that’s all just a trick. In reality I’m pretty smart and at good strategizing. Therefore for that gives me the advantage of my opponents underestimating me and expecting to beat me by ‘brains over brawns’ I really have hatred toward most women probably thanks to my ex-girlfriend. I also don’t have a good outlook on my own gender, because I know what we all think about. I must admit I am rather protective and possessive of my little sister, although deny to anyone that I really care about her all that much. I don’t like letting her out of my sight and I certainly don’t like the thought of her having a boyfriend. If somehow you do become my friend, you might notice my protective side toward you as well; though it’s unlikely we’ll become anything more than enemies. I have an extremely hard time trusting anyone, so if I make a deal with you it’s usually because it will benefit me or I’ll probably double-cross you in the end. It's a bit particular... -I am German, Russian, and American. I was born in the United States and never learned Russian from my mother, nor German from my father quite obviously seeing as I never met him. -I am EXTREMELY HOMOPHOBIC… It doesn’t matter if you joke about it, or really are. I’ll freak out and you’ll wish you hadn’t said anything about faggots. I fancy -Women [For the sex ] -Fighting -Pissing People off -Sleep -Dogs -Food -Football -When people listen to me -The Night -Bars -The City I detest -Ridiculous Pet/nicknames… Like Danny. -Faggots -People who judge my masculinity -People who try to insult me -Overly Happy people -People who have a seemingly better life than me -People in General, especially Women -Alcohol When I'm not busy, I enjoy... I suppose you could call fighting and watching/playing football a hobby of mine. Even if fighting can get me into trouble and I don’t get to play football much. I also like to hang around bars, though most times I don’t drink. I more just hang around the area looking for drunken sluts. If you do catch me drinking that’s usually a bad sign and I’d advise you to stay away. You can't beat me, Seeing as I am a meister, I do have abilities that come with being one. For example I am able to channel my soul wavelength through my body without even having to use a weapon. I have used this ability to temporarily paralyze my opponent, harm them internally, or if used on weapons I can use it to even force them into their weapon form. However other than that I do not have very much power to be able to see soul wavelengths. I can see them enough to tell what type of soul they possess [pure/pre-kishin/witch/ect] but I cannot estimate the strength of another’s soul. Along with those abilities I am also skilled at close combat whether it be with or without a weapon, that’s probably thanks to all the bar fights I have gotten myself into. Your soul tells me you're... Arrogant, Stubborn, Domineering Anything else, well... I tend to be quite the womanizer at times, mainly for the reason that I have no respect for the majority or women and just like to get what I want. I have no interest in serious dating, and usually dating with me lasts no longer than a few hours in an evening. With that taken care of, anything else you'd like to share? In addition... Quick sketch of K’Dee and I. And Ignore the Kishin eye on my little sister… she’s not that badass. The beat of my soul is... Getting Away With Murder – Papa RoachMy Own Little World – CelldwellerHunt You Down – SalivaOn My Own – Three Days GracePlayed By: II Sinnor Roberts II
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