Post by Nikolai Ivanovi on May 29, 2008 22:57:59 GMT -5
The Roleplayer
Name: Kumiko
Nickname: Kumi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Did you read the rules?: No, of course not. (Jk, jk)
Do you agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about us?: I made the site
How long have you been roleplaying?: Forever! Um, about 6 years?
Other characters: Dr. Kerr, Elijah Channing, Tali Levin, Enoch Leoncia, Adelle Haynsworth
The Character
Name: Nikolai Ivanovi
Age: 41
Birthday: March 15, 1967
Gender: Male
Heritage: Russian
The Looks
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Gray-blue
Height: 5'11
Weight: Ehhh. . .
Build: Slight but muscular
Fashion style: Whatever he's assigned
Image:
Abouts
Personality: Harsh (bordering on cruel), focused, determined, etc.
History: He's been an Ukwtakun for much of his life, and raised his sons, Andrew and Jason, in that life as well. After the death of his wife, he became especially cruel and malevolent.
Skills: You'll see *evil grin*
Rank: Captain
Other: N/A
The End
Why you should be accepted: Because I'm cool. And bad guys are cool. So. . . I'm double-cool. Or something.
Roleplay sample: The faint silvery tones of a flute floated through the trees and over the pond as a young man sat, an intricately carved flute pressed to pink lips. His brown hair had fallen into his light eyes yet again, but he didn't much care. His mind was focused almost entirely on the music, though he was paying some mind to the others nearby. He'd come to the pond looking for some peace and some time alone. But now it seemed to be bustling with activity, at least more than he expected.
He glanced over at the girl who had said something about drinking from the pond. Should he stop playing in order to tell her not to drink the water when he wasn't even sure she shouldn't? It was more of an impression he had, or perhaps it was just paranoia. Either way, he wasn't about to drink the water. But if the girl wanted to, that was her decision. Wasn't it?
He turned his attention back to the flute and the music flowing from it. He was tempted to stop only because there were others around, but decided against it. After all, why should he care if others could hear or not?
Name: Kumiko
Nickname: Kumi
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Did you read the rules?: No, of course not. (Jk, jk)
Do you agree to the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about us?: I made the site
How long have you been roleplaying?: Forever! Um, about 6 years?
Other characters: Dr. Kerr, Elijah Channing, Tali Levin, Enoch Leoncia, Adelle Haynsworth
The Character
Name: Nikolai Ivanovi
Age: 41
Birthday: March 15, 1967
Gender: Male
Heritage: Russian
The Looks
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Gray-blue
Height: 5'11
Weight: Ehhh. . .
Build: Slight but muscular
Fashion style: Whatever he's assigned
Image:
Abouts
Personality: Harsh (bordering on cruel), focused, determined, etc.
History: He's been an Ukwtakun for much of his life, and raised his sons, Andrew and Jason, in that life as well. After the death of his wife, he became especially cruel and malevolent.
Skills: You'll see *evil grin*
Rank: Captain
Other: N/A
The End
Why you should be accepted: Because I'm cool. And bad guys are cool. So. . . I'm double-cool. Or something.
Roleplay sample: The faint silvery tones of a flute floated through the trees and over the pond as a young man sat, an intricately carved flute pressed to pink lips. His brown hair had fallen into his light eyes yet again, but he didn't much care. His mind was focused almost entirely on the music, though he was paying some mind to the others nearby. He'd come to the pond looking for some peace and some time alone. But now it seemed to be bustling with activity, at least more than he expected.
He glanced over at the girl who had said something about drinking from the pond. Should he stop playing in order to tell her not to drink the water when he wasn't even sure she shouldn't? It was more of an impression he had, or perhaps it was just paranoia. Either way, he wasn't about to drink the water. But if the girl wanted to, that was her decision. Wasn't it?
He turned his attention back to the flute and the music flowing from it. He was tempted to stop only because there were others around, but decided against it. After all, why should he care if others could hear or not?