My character name: Haagendazs St. Pierre Character ID number: #86 Link to your character's survival stats (minis) profile:here Faction: 4 - Mall Rank: discount rank - 2
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:16 pm
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[spoiler][quote="OOC"] [b]Character's name:[/b] Haagendazs St. Pierre [b]Character's faction:[/b] Mall [b]Character's journal link:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24794445]Here[/url] [b]Character's survival stats: [/b] [url=http://www.thesporkedken.com/adopt/dayzerouser.php?act=profile&user=86]#86[/url] [b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER[/b] 15 year old boy. [[url=http://i.imgur.com/5Agst0x.jpg]x[/url]]
Character description: Häagendazs kind of hates his name, but his brother Giuseppe doesn't have it any better off, and that kind of makes it okay. He doesn't really understand his mom, or his brother, but he gets along with them anyway. Mostly. Dazs is a rebel without a cause, determined to be kind of angry at 'the system' and any representation of it. And that would be fine, if he were educated enough to know what he was rebelling against. But he's only 15, so he doesn't. He's a loud voice among many, unsure of what he's fighting against, only knowing that he wants to fight.
But he finds himself a calm space within art. He paints, great, detailed things in oils - reminiscent of Renaissance greats. And he tags, sneaking around corners and scaling high places to leave his mark on the world. Of course, art supplies are expensive and he doesn't exactly have a job beyond high school, so Dazs resorts to petty thievery: pick-pocketing, basic breaking and entering (he's always surprised at how many people just leave money lying around). He hasn't been caught yet, but it's only a matter of time. But Dazs isn't thinking past his next painting, past the art that itches to come out of his fingers.
Traits: rebel without a cause, creative, quick thinker, rude
Description: Sometimes shaves designs into his fade. Big thick rimmed plastic black glasses. Dark brown skin and brown eyes so pretty and a big a** shiny white smile - he got the sparkle. Wears cheap, but brightly colored clothing, usually covered in various paint stains. Skinny, short kid, but he's still growing. x
Skills: oil painting, tagging, b&e, lock-picking (petty theft funding an art habit oh dear)
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
Dazs was supposed to take the trash out at 9:30pm sharp every other day. His mom insisted on it, but his mom wasn't home right now, so maybe Dazs got a little caught up in painting. In his room (with all the windows open, because no one liked dying of paint thinner fumes), Dazs tried to paint in oils classical scenes. He'd thought about getting the symbol for the golden ratio, phi, tattooed once his mom let him. Maybe if he begged a little harder. Later, Dazs thought, he'd sneak out and finish spray-painting under the bridge. It was a colorful, dramatic thing, a collaboration. The differences in art styles pleased him. And it was fun to go out and paint it again after the cops had their art painted back over. A transient type of art form, he thought nodding sagely. Stickin' it to the man. And then, unpredictably as black-outs often were, the lights went out.
For a while, Dazs simply groaned and attempted to paint by candle light before abandoning it in lieu of sitting around boredly. And then came the thuds, the screams outside, the car alarms, the gurgles he heard through open windows. Suddenly, he was very, very glad he was not on the bottom floor. Something hit his window screen with a thunk. He jerked back in surprise, cursing. The ********. Of course his mom wasn't home now, went s**t was going down. Skittering through the apartment, he shoved some things into a backpack and opened the door, determined to go find his stupid parent, or his brother or anyone. He made it down a floor before encountering anyone at all. But there was someone and they way they moved... wasn't right. They lurched forward, towards Haagendazs and he booked it. There was something very very wrong tonight. He skidded around a corner, acutely aware of the hole in his sneakers. Looking around wildly, he ducked into the maintenance closet. His heart felt like it was going to thump out of his chest.
As he shoved the door closed behind him, a thought floated through his head, sparking an incredulous laugh. Yeah, his mom was gonna be excited. This was exactly like a zombie movie.
quests: [x] - Personal Base - G-man - DAY 1 COMPLETE (4 +1 bonus token) [x] - Barricade - Leiah, Megan - DAY 1 COMPLETE (1 token) [x] - The Hallways - Granny - DAY 2 COMPLETE (5 tokens) [x] - In my Dreams - Solo - DAY 2
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:58 pm
Month long sale! 50% off suffering - this deal won't last...
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2015 5:40 pm
gaia_crown[ OBJECTIVE 4: ] Day Zero Log:
- Write a log of what has happened to you so far
Your character is asked to write a log of what has happened to them between day zero and the present. You can be as descriptive or as brief as you wish, up to a MINIMUM of 250 words. Create it as a as a log in your journal. When you are done, you may submit the form with a link to it.
Mission Bonus: +1 random healing item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below. Faction Bonus:+ 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread) Difficulty:gaia_star
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Lately, Haagendazs rarely felt like facing reality. His mom was enthused, his brother nonplussed and he was.... Well, Dazs hated it. He hated feeling scared, helpless, useless. So when he was asked to write a report, he wrote the ******** biggest lies he could think of. And then - didn't sign the report.
So, one my first day at the mall. Maybe the third day. Anyway, I found a fountain that spat black shadows at me instead of dirty mall water. I froze instantly, but instead of harming me. they riffled through my pockets for loose change and stole my last tube of aquamarine paint. ******** low-life shadows. I never got that paint back, so I decided I'd have my revenge. It took me two weeks to catch one, but finally, I pinned the shadow to the wall with a silver shuriken. Pretty sweet skills.
Anyway, I had to decide what to do with the shadow. I debated long and hard, because the shadow wasn't going anyway and its buddies had given it up for dead almost immediately. Clearly the fountain shadow society holds brotherhood as a very loose concept. Well, I decided to burn it. Holding up my trusty lighter (Giuseppe's trusty lighter...) I began to let the flame lick at the shadow. Instead of vanishing, like shadows often do under light, its edges curled up and flaked right off the wall!
So I ate it. I ate the entire thing. It tasted kind of like dried seaweed, but I didn't have any rice to put with it. But now I have shadow powers.
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