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Everybody please fill out the following character profile; you can put the same sample that you put in your join request, I don't care, just so long as you have one up. Also, you only have to put up the sample rp for your first profile. As long as it's up once, you don't have to type it up for each character. Please put all of your character profiles in the same post, no more then one character per 'Day'. You can use the same character in two different days, just make sure you fill out the character's profile accordingly (age for each 'day', as well as which days he/she is in.)

Name:
Age(s):
Gender:
Race:
Nation:
Day(s):
Description:
Personality:
Occupation:
Special Skills:
Past/Bio:
Abilities:
Other notes (if any):
Sample roleplay:

Name: Valente
Age(s): 8, 13, 18, 23, 28, 33, 38, 43
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nation: Pheonix
Day(s): 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Description:
Day Zero: Small for his age, underweight, pale and sickly, the prince is expected to gain color and size now that he is apparently healed. Prior to the sorceress' healing, the prince's eyes had been black, but now they are slate-grey; something generally attributed to a side-effect of the healing. Jet black hair is kept a few inches long all around, but his mother makes sure it is arranged just-so.
Day One: n/a
Day Two: n/a
Day Three: n/a
Day Four: n/a
Day Five: n/a
Day Six: n/a
Day Seven: n/a
Personality: Prior to his healing, and during rare bouts of health, the price was a pretty normal kid. He'd cause his share of mischif when he had the energy for it. Most of the time he'd send the closest thing he has to a friend, the young entertainer his parents send to... well... entertain him. After the healing, however, he has been a surprisingly level-headed child, and showing a great adeptness at negotiation.
Occupation: Royalty. Need I say more?
Special Skills: Judgement, negotiation and wisdom beyond his years.
Past/Bio: The prince doesn't remember anything prior to his healing. He has always been sickly, didn't get out of the palace much, and has always gotten whatever he asked for. Basically, until his healing, nothing interesting ever happened to him.
...Well, except for his entertainer. When Valente was about three, his parents were impressed by a family of performers passing through. After a performance at the palace, the king and queen asked that the performers leave their young son at the palace, where he would entertain and play with the prince. In exchange, the boy would be well-fed, educated, and looked after by the royal nurses. This child was Aviryn, a year older than Valente, and containing enough energy for the two of them. See below for more.
Abilities: See special skills.
Other notes (if any): n/a
Sample roleplay: "He-ah!" Rowen gasped, and his body suddenly went rigid. His eyes were open wide, his fingers splayed two inches above the piano's keyboard. He stayed like this for maybe half a minute, then began to slowly relax, beginning with more regular breathing. His eyes went back to normal, and his hands were lowered back to the keyboard, though he did not begin to play again.

There was no way anybody could know that he was reaction to Dara's own shock, when the base of her missing wings made contact with her second origin. After all, there were walls and floors between them, and it was unlikely he could have heard her down in the front of the Cafe.


Name: Aviryn, "Ai"
Age(s): 9, 14, 19, 24, 29, 34, 39, 44
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Nation: Born in the Wind Nation, raised in Phoenix
Day(s): 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
Description:
Day Zero:Average in height, he is slim but already muscular, and notably flexible. He is usually dressed in loose, shiny, short blue pants an a matching vest. His regularly exposed skin is lightly tanned, but he looks pale compared to natives of Phoenix.
If not kept long enough, his dark brown hair will stick up in the front and in the back. He has blond highlights, but the day after the solstice a white hair appeared amongst the darker hairs in front. Over all, his hair appears to be straight, but that could just be because of it's length.
His eyes are less almond-shaped than most Wind Nation natives, but only slightly. Neither mismatched eyes, nor the sky-blue hue of his right eye are unusual. The dark violet-grey of his left eye, however, is highly unusual, and frequently noted.
Day One: n/a
Day Two: n/a
Day Three: n/a
Day Four: n/a
Day Five: n/a
Day Six: n/a
Day Seven: n/a
Personality: Outgoing and inquisitive, Aviryn is the kind of person people call a 'good kid' simply because they've never caught him causing trouble. Yet. There is no doubt that his heart is in the right place, but there is no saying where his mind is. Loyal to those close to him, vicious to those he hates, and apparently unaware of the rest of the world, he is often called 'self-centered'. This, however, is not true, since he loves making people smile, and tries not to think about what he would do without those close to him. This desire to not be alone may be why he always sticks so close to Prince Valente. Or maybe he has other reasons...
Occupation: Entertainer (Minstrel, Actor, Acrobat, Juggler, etc.)
Special Skills: Good with most instruments (mostly chimes/bells and woodwinds), singing, juggling, acrobatics
Past/Bio: Aviryn was born in the Wind Nation side of the Helburg Mountains, but his parents soon took him to the capitol of Phoenix at the recommendation of an Elder. They were skilled performers, using juggling, acrobatics, and many woodwind instruments in their routines. As soon as he could walk (and, at times, before then) Aviryn participated in his parents shows at various venues and, when he was 4, in the royal palace.
Impressed with his work, and seeing how close he was in age to their own, sickly, son, the King and Queen of Phoenix asked his parents if they could hire him as their son's entertainer. Honored, his parents agreed, and Aviryn has been wandering the castle grounds ever since. His parents come and go, being professional performers and not having such a stable job as their son. This has left his rearing in the hands of the prince's nurses, to varying degrees of success and frustration. The prince's head nurse swears Aviryn is going to be the death of her, but she still lets him lick the spoon when she makes flan.
Having left before he was a year old, people tell him there is no way the 9 year old Aviryn could remember his home land. That being said, he has some interesting dreams... Oh, and he talks to the sky. A lot. Especially when the weather is not to his liking. And sometimes, when it thinks nobody is listening... the sky listens.
Abilities: Perfect pitch, an 'understanding' of the weather, has a photographic memory (unfortunately, the negatives got mixed up, so the images arn't in order)
Other Notes (If Any): n/a
Sample Roleplay: [See Valente's Profile]