Post by snow on Sept 18, 2006 0:16:21 GMT -5
Name: Caleb Trest
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Parents: Michele and Vincent Trest
Siblings: Ellison Trest
Appearance (1+ paragraph): Caleb stands at five feet and eleven inches. He looks fairly normal, shaggy platinum blonde hair, dark blue eyes, fairly pale skin, nothing too over the top. He is almost always seen sporting a pair of black sunglasses, even at night and indoors.
He always wears a long black jacket with the number 13 on the back in white letters. His hands are never very noticable as he wears black gloves in the same shade as the jacket, blending the two together. He wears long black cargo pants bunched at the knees and black Converse high tops.
One unnusual thing of Caleb is the occasional twinkle that can be seen underneath the jacket. Concealed beneath is a twenty foot long barbed chain wrapped around a leather undershirt. He is a master with this weapon and can have it out and at the ready in the blink of an eye.
Personality (1+ paragraph): Caleb is quite flirtatious, hitting on all ladies young and old. He has often been called "quite the charmer." He never really gives up the fun loving mindset, even while fighting, often cracking jokes and mocking his opponents. His night loving personality is what first brought him into contact with the denizens of the night, and he has always felt more of a connection with them than with his own kind. He just loves being a human, so he resists any attempt to be turned into this or that.
History(2+ paragraph): Caleb was often a loner growing up, sticking to himself and never being very social. Once he hit puberty, he found he liked women, and he liked them alot. He could still never grow attached for some reason. All he ended up doing was hundreds of one night stands, filled with training with a bullwhip in his spare time.
One night, he met an interesting girl that seemed to be as unnattached to humanity as himself. He quickly found out that she was not exactly human and fled the scene before anything not to his liking occured. He started noticing a whole world around him that he hadn't before, and started drifting into it and away from his own kind.
Other:
Sample RP: Caleb stared out into the night. Down the road, he could see the flashes of lights from cars driving by, people walking around. He scowled, remembering how lonely he had always been during the day, out amongst the people of the world.
Looking behind him, he caught the glimpse of a werewolf's tail going into an alleyway. The shadow of yet another child of the night flashed around a corner. These were his people. But they weren't. It was all very confusing, but he couldn't care less.
He downed his beer and began walking down the street into the darkness of the night. "Ah, the night is young. So much to do, so little time." He looked up at the moon and tipped his hand in a slight salute. "Hey man, keep on keepin' on."
Did you sign the rules?: Yes. Blah.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Parents: Michele and Vincent Trest
Siblings: Ellison Trest
Appearance (1+ paragraph): Caleb stands at five feet and eleven inches. He looks fairly normal, shaggy platinum blonde hair, dark blue eyes, fairly pale skin, nothing too over the top. He is almost always seen sporting a pair of black sunglasses, even at night and indoors.
He always wears a long black jacket with the number 13 on the back in white letters. His hands are never very noticable as he wears black gloves in the same shade as the jacket, blending the two together. He wears long black cargo pants bunched at the knees and black Converse high tops.
One unnusual thing of Caleb is the occasional twinkle that can be seen underneath the jacket. Concealed beneath is a twenty foot long barbed chain wrapped around a leather undershirt. He is a master with this weapon and can have it out and at the ready in the blink of an eye.
Personality (1+ paragraph): Caleb is quite flirtatious, hitting on all ladies young and old. He has often been called "quite the charmer." He never really gives up the fun loving mindset, even while fighting, often cracking jokes and mocking his opponents. His night loving personality is what first brought him into contact with the denizens of the night, and he has always felt more of a connection with them than with his own kind. He just loves being a human, so he resists any attempt to be turned into this or that.
History(2+ paragraph): Caleb was often a loner growing up, sticking to himself and never being very social. Once he hit puberty, he found he liked women, and he liked them alot. He could still never grow attached for some reason. All he ended up doing was hundreds of one night stands, filled with training with a bullwhip in his spare time.
One night, he met an interesting girl that seemed to be as unnattached to humanity as himself. He quickly found out that she was not exactly human and fled the scene before anything not to his liking occured. He started noticing a whole world around him that he hadn't before, and started drifting into it and away from his own kind.
Other:
Sample RP: Caleb stared out into the night. Down the road, he could see the flashes of lights from cars driving by, people walking around. He scowled, remembering how lonely he had always been during the day, out amongst the people of the world.
Looking behind him, he caught the glimpse of a werewolf's tail going into an alleyway. The shadow of yet another child of the night flashed around a corner. These were his people. But they weren't. It was all very confusing, but he couldn't care less.
He downed his beer and began walking down the street into the darkness of the night. "Ah, the night is young. So much to do, so little time." He looked up at the moon and tipped his hand in a slight salute. "Hey man, keep on keepin' on."
Did you sign the rules?: Yes. Blah.
