Post by kage on Aug 24, 2013 18:09:50 GMT
Roman Deathrage
Hair Color:Black
Eye Color:Gold
Height/Weight: 5'9" / 210
Shape: Lean and Muscular
Style: Functional; dresses to fit the sitiation, with a typical daily outfit including jeans and a t-shirt or under armor.
Play By: Ben Affleck
Age: 15
Sexual Orientation: Not Interested At Summer Camp
Occupation: Camper (Grade 10)
Unusual Behaviors: None
Habits or Quirks: Reads technical magazines for fun. Has a photographic memory. Gravitates away from large crowds. Knows Arabic fluently. Follows a tight self-imposed daily regime that includes running at least five miles twice a day every day, even on christmas >=|. Lol jk about Christmas.
Likes: Outdoor activities such as Camping. Dogs. Super heroes. Cranberry juice.
Dislikes: Being stuck inside on a beautiful day. People messing with his friends. Unpleasant people. Grapefruits.
Other Info/Overall Personality: Roman is very kind, compassionate, caring, considerate of others and very aware of his surroundings. Although he can get a little carried away when competition is involved or when he gets excited about something great, he is generally a mellow, reserved individual with a cool air of composure and self-control. He more often than not will let others have their preference in everyday happenings, but when he makes a decision which he deems to be of great importance ain't nobody gonna change his mind.
Parents: Scott and Lydia Deathrage/47 and 38/Lt. Col, USMC and Stay-at-home mom with a Ph.D in Linguistics)
Siblings: William and Lillian, age 8 (twins)
Other Family: Just prattle on about any other family your character has.
Pets: Male Akita named Killy
History: Roman Deathrage was born in a hospital in his hometown and was the only child for a long time. His mother quit working to be a stay-at-home mom so his father could continue his career, and since having the twins has been very busy even with her eldest son's near-constant assistance. Roman has learned much about his father by hearing his mother say what a great man he is while he was deployed, and loved to listen to his mother's stories while the two would rock the babies to sleep.
The Marine's time at home only ever reinforced those positive ideals. Many hours were spent learning lessons about such things as honor, bravery, respect and courage. And when they were too far separated to share these things face-to-face, they would write letters and send postcards back and forth.
Roman aspires to emulate and follow in his father's footsteps one day, but for the summer he just wants to make friends and have a good time before he has to return and hit the books again.
Name/Alias: Kage
Age: Old enough
Contact: Where can we reach you? Personal Message
Experience: Have performed as site owner/head moderator/admin/moderator on active roleplay sites for 8 years, RP'd for three before that, and have roleplayed on various other sites as well as over IM.
Additional Bits'n'Bobs: Anything else we should know? I freaking love Batman.
Sample RP:
"Up to this year, he had barely been aware that the holiday even existed. Sure, all the stores were decorated with huge gaudy hearts and ridiculous mostly naked winged children with the least aerodynamically effective arrows Rick had ever seen on a bowstring, but it never really meant anything before. All the extra cards on the store shelves, heart shaped boxes of cheap cavity-causing evil, specially made red and pink and white sugar confections, the most homely stuffed animals imaginable packed to the backs of the shelves.....
Oh, you've got to be kidding. Can a gorilla have no dignity? Why pink, why a gorilla, and why the abomination of such a combination? And most of all, why must the travesty be repeated on the same store shelf year after year? Does the store have no sense, or are there enough suckers in the general public who actually purchase enough of those things to make them worth stocking? Odds are every single one of the hideous little things will end up in a landfill, stripped of the low quality chocolate stitched between their hands.
That's not why I'm here, Rick reminded himself, there's GOT to be SOMETHING here that isn't completely hideous...
As he walked down the aisle, dressed in his black jeans and converse with his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his dark blue jacket, he groaned inwardly.
Should have brought Lily along. All of these things look cheap and fake to me... he began to despair, but then an end cap full of flowers caught his eye. Perhaps that would hold more promise? Self consciously he looked around to see if anyone was watching, then proceeded to look over the blossoms and blooms. Red, white, pink, and variations of the same combined. Nothing interesting, everything duplicated and unspecial. Perhaps a dozen pink roses to split between Rose and Lily - he remembered enough from Lily talking about significant flower colors and their meanings to know that meant friendship. At least he thought so...
It was not quite Valentine's day yet, so he didn't pick out a pink bouquet. Instead he walked on, wishing he could go back for just a moment to that glorious forest and hand-pick a bouquet the likes of which he was sure was priceless on this plane. But nothing less than extraordinary and of immeasurable worth would be enough for the one who held his heart. And as far as he was concerned, even the whole world and all the worlds beyond were not good enough for her.
Frustrated by his last failed attempt to find anything worthy of even being looked at twice, he decided to head home. But for some odd reason, he felt that he should walk among the throng of people instead of riding as he had to get here, so he pulled his "keys" out of his pocket and, without letting anyone see, pressed the home button on it. From an alley across the street, an engine fired up and kicked into first gear, then a dual-wheeled beauty of a machine zipped out of the alley with a beastly roar to warn of its coming. As people scattered to the sides to avoid being hit, the vehicle sped out into the middle of the street and turned off to zoom away without a rider. Rick then turned and walked down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, careful to be sure that nobody who saw the bike would associate him, the dark mysterious guy, with the obviously black-market bike."
Coding and Images are (c) to AMBE3251/AMBER!? of Caution 2.0. Remove this credit and die. Simple as that: Kapeesh? Alright! Enjoy this lovely app.
Oh, you've got to be kidding. Can a gorilla have no dignity? Why pink, why a gorilla, and why the abomination of such a combination? And most of all, why must the travesty be repeated on the same store shelf year after year? Does the store have no sense, or are there enough suckers in the general public who actually purchase enough of those things to make them worth stocking? Odds are every single one of the hideous little things will end up in a landfill, stripped of the low quality chocolate stitched between their hands.
That's not why I'm here, Rick reminded himself, there's GOT to be SOMETHING here that isn't completely hideous...
As he walked down the aisle, dressed in his black jeans and converse with his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his dark blue jacket, he groaned inwardly.
Should have brought Lily along. All of these things look cheap and fake to me... he began to despair, but then an end cap full of flowers caught his eye. Perhaps that would hold more promise? Self consciously he looked around to see if anyone was watching, then proceeded to look over the blossoms and blooms. Red, white, pink, and variations of the same combined. Nothing interesting, everything duplicated and unspecial. Perhaps a dozen pink roses to split between Rose and Lily - he remembered enough from Lily talking about significant flower colors and their meanings to know that meant friendship. At least he thought so...
It was not quite Valentine's day yet, so he didn't pick out a pink bouquet. Instead he walked on, wishing he could go back for just a moment to that glorious forest and hand-pick a bouquet the likes of which he was sure was priceless on this plane. But nothing less than extraordinary and of immeasurable worth would be enough for the one who held his heart. And as far as he was concerned, even the whole world and all the worlds beyond were not good enough for her.
Frustrated by his last failed attempt to find anything worthy of even being looked at twice, he decided to head home. But for some odd reason, he felt that he should walk among the throng of people instead of riding as he had to get here, so he pulled his "keys" out of his pocket and, without letting anyone see, pressed the home button on it. From an alley across the street, an engine fired up and kicked into first gear, then a dual-wheeled beauty of a machine zipped out of the alley with a beastly roar to warn of its coming. As people scattered to the sides to avoid being hit, the vehicle sped out into the middle of the street and turned off to zoom away without a rider. Rick then turned and walked down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, careful to be sure that nobody who saw the bike would associate him, the dark mysterious guy, with the obviously black-market bike."
Coding and Images are (c) to AMBE3251/AMBER!? of Caution 2.0. Remove this credit and die. Simple as that: Kapeesh? Alright! Enjoy this lovely app.
