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 Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 7:55 pm
Herp a durp. >>
Pretty title goes hurr!
1. Title stuff?
2. Alistair Tibbits
3. Friends, Foes, and Family?
4. Scraps
5. Derrrp!
6. Herp?
7. Durpz!
8. Hurp!
9. Slurp?
10. Running out of things...
11. Ohai!
12. Are you still hurr?
13. Nope, I'm durr!
14. Need moar durrp!
15. Thurp.
Rumor/Rp ad
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:02 pm
Alistair Tibbits
Pretty picture goes here!
Name: Alistair Tibbits. Now, technically speaking, it isn't my actual name. But, in the sense that it's the name I use to introduce myself, it's probably my name.
Age: Around 23? Mum wasn't one for counting much, which is precisely why I'm alive today.
Gender: Male. Very definitely male. You wanna see?
Speciality: Staying alive, just staying alive... by any means necessary
Sexuality: Now, ain't that a fine question to ask a gentleman you just met.
Appearance: Alistair is honestly a very good looking man, if you happen to like his type. That type happens to be the slightly muscular sort. He's never been one for working out, considering physical labor something that only happens to other people. With a mop of untidy blond hair, he likes to think he looks roguish. Perhaps he does, to a certain viewer.
Mostly, he just looks too damn lazy to comb his hair in the morning, which is really his favorite benefit of the roguish look. Add that to a pair of utterly trustworthy blue eyes, and you've got quite the lady-killer. Or possibly man-killer. Only not literally, since the man rather abhors violence. Standing at five foot seven, he's not overly tall, a fact that annoys him. But, he can always find a nice box to stand on, so that's fine. His skin would be pale, but he spends so much time in the sun that it's more often a slightly reddish tinge. Sunburns can be so brutal, don't you agree?
Please note: he's in the habit of dying his hair frequently and wearing colored contacts, not to mention make-up. >> He pretty much changes his appearance on whims.
Personality: Come one, come all, see the most amazing show on earth! Alistair is a showman at his heart, a man who panders to the crowd in the most extreme ways. He never promises the possible. That's boring. Anyone could promise that. No, he prefers the impossible, the amazing, the astounding... even if he fails, who cares? Everyone knew it was impossible anyway.
A very charming man, Alistair adores people and blesses their little white cotton socks. The man's an attention-getter and does what he can to grab it. The trouble is, getting him to let go of it later. He describes himself as having an attention-deficit disorder: he doesn't get enough of it. Oh, sure, he's a charming and funny guy to have around, always ready to make others laugh...
But he's also a conman. He's learned that, what others can get through bullying and trickery, he can get with a bright smile and quick hands. What's the point, after all, of sneaking into a complicated bank vault and stealing everything in the dead of the night when you can walk in under the bright sun and have the manager open it up for you? You just have to project the right self. And he's got a lot of selves, one for every occasion.
In general, he doesn't work well with others, especially as a command. Tell him to sit, and he'll decide to go climb a tree. Tell him to go pick up some milk, and he'll pickpocket you instead.
He's probably a decent guy just trying to survive. He sees the world as a game and he's ready to play it any day.
History: DURRR. I DUNNO.
Eh, it's hard to say. Alistair frequently rewrites his history into whatever he thinks will get him the most pity and trust at any given time. He keeps the truth close. He was born in Hoenn somewhere, most likely one of the big cities given his familiarity and ease of navigating them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:04 pm
Friends, Foes, and Family
STUFF WILL GO HERE TOO. >>
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:09 pm
Name: Scraps
Species: Eevee
Gender: Male
Type: Normal
Ability: Run Away
Nature: Adamant
-Raises attack
-Lowers special attack
Moves:
Sand Attack
Dig
Bite
Iron Tail
Personality: Scraps is a fighter, through and through. Stubborn to the point of stupidity, he will happily stand up to others who outweigh him by... uhh... well, lots, really. Oh, he doesn't have a temper, nor does he go looking for fights, but he sure as hell doesn't run away when they come looking for him. Or, more likely, Alistair. He's an intensely loyal little critter.
But also quite playful. When he doesn't feel like there's any danger, it's easy to catch him doing something quite embarrassing, like chasing his own tail or possibly that dastardly Thing on a String that Alistair dangles for him.
History: For Alistair, it all started with a sack. Just a sack, not of any particular importance except for the fact that it happened to be floating on down the river with something wriggling inside of it. Alistair, being the sort of man who took an interest in things floating around the river (although he generally liked to wait until they stopped struggling, just in case), opened it.
Scraps promptly bit him, resulting in a small scar. The eevee looked less like an eevee and more like a drowned rattatta, with emphasis on the 'tata' part of it. He looked like he was on the way out of the world, being mostly made out of skin and bones. And yet... there was some fellow feeling.
That and Alistair thought he'd make a nice muffler if he didn't survive. Thankfully, Scraps did and grew up into quite a little looker of an eevee, all sleek fur and confidence. Being fairly intelligent and with a love of the crowd that rivals Alistair's, Scraps is a natural for the stage.
For Scraps, it went a bit beyond the sack. In fact, he started life in a cozy little lab. It wasn't particularly unpleasant, honestly. He was fed. He got attention. After all, no one wanted harm to befall a rather marvelously-colored little eevee, now did they? But one day, someone wasn't as careful as they should have been. Plus, Scraps really was quite clever and figured out how to work the lock.
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:12 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:13 pm
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