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 Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:25 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:27 am
Umm.....
I'm: Raziel Zaxirel
I'm: 17
You don't have to come. Nobody else will: 15th of May
You can't tell I'm: Male
You'll just laugh: Homosexual
I think I'm: Human
Appearance:
-Height of approx. 6'
-Weight of 153 lbs.
-Lithe and well-toned
-Jet black hair gradually fading into ultramarine
-Kept in a ponytail
-Blue eyes
-Simple blue waffle-woven long sleeve shirt.
-Black slacks
-Black socks
-Black tabi-shoes
Personality: Raziel is very insecure about himself and as such, tends to keep to himself.
Character Flaws: Cowardly and submissive
Alignment: Good
You don't want to listen to this plather...: Raziel led his life away from his home. Whenever he was there, all his parents did was argue and throw things...yell; they called him names. They didn't understand. Raziel kept to himself in school and floated through classes with relative ease. He kept mediocre grades, even though he fully understood the materials being taught. He made a few friends, but he really didn't socialize much.
Where he found his true passion was out on the city streets, running at night. He took alleys to blend in and learned to flow through the city, eventually incorporating buildings, walls, rails, and gaps into his runs; a regular freerunner. And then...he woke up here. A white room.
Weapons
-None
Items
-Some spare change...useless now.
-A piece of white chalk
I never...
-Chameleon skin / Invisibility
-Unnatural perceptions
Well...
-Freerunning
Danger Level: White
Um.....
-Drawing in secret places
-Running
Ew.....:
-Light
-Attention
Friends:
Enemies:
Lover:
Sora
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 9:27 pm
If you don't have anything intelligent to contribute, then please contribute to the silence.
Greetings. My name is: Aureolin Sententia
My common name is: Sen. My name is rather long.
I am currently: 28 years old
The date of my birth is:
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Why? I find no attraction to either gender.
Race: Human
How would you know what you see?: I am of no more than moderate height for the average male, totaling 5' 9". I weigh approximately 120 lbs. I have light brown eyes with flecks and undertones of yellow and blonde hair. I was born with a small frame. As far as my apparel, I much prefer to don a simple, white, cotton tunic and tea-colored trousers, but alas, I have to change into my school's rather strict uniform. That set of clothes is of a drab navy color: polo shirt and dress pants. Unfortunately for me, I am stuck in this estranged location wearing the latter, rather than the former.
Personality: How can one accurately describe themselves without skewing the information? Well, I can say that I prefer intellectual pursuits rather than social ones, which is the reason why I'm the head professor of such an esteemed academy. While I won't stand and fight, I'll try to remedy any problematic situations when they arise.
Flaws...?: With the knowledge and information I've gathered from those around me, I can deduce that people find me too distant and distracted with intellectual pursuits.
There is no dichotomy of good and evil: Neutral
History: School was no problem for me. I mastered all areas of mental faculties, from calculus to writing, histories of the world to psychology. I lived in an esteemed household where I could contain myself to my studies. I read philosophy and wrote novels, I had dialectics with my few friends over the internet. From the time I graduated from the academy at age 17, I quickly applied for a position of an educator and continued my prosperous climb up the career ladder.
Weapons: How brutish...
Extra equipment: Nothing
Abilities:
-Dimensional warping
-Etheric projection
Skills: None
Danger Level: Blue
Worldly pleasures of mine: The quiet. The less you speak the more valuable your words. I also enjoy quite a morsel of chocolate. A good book isn't too bad either.
I do not much care for: Wilted greens, and, oddly enough, the sounds and smells electricity makes when it is discharged. It just...irritates me. I'm afraid of people following me. It...it just doesn't sit well with me.
Friends:
Enemies:
Lover:
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