Character Descriptions

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Posts : 118 Join date : 2009-03-12

"Hello?" Faith called, waving a hand in front of her mother's face. She remained blank and unresponsive, except for blinking.

She'd been this way for--oh, could it really have been a few days?

"Mom, I'm Faith. Answer me. I am your daughter."

She groaned, her eyes flickered, and she mumbled, "my daughter doesn't look like you."

Faith sighed, pulled her short brown hair, and thought. "Thursday I was wearing my hair up, and I was wearing this green sweater..." She hastened to appear like Thursday's clone.

Her mother lit up the moment she came back into the room. "Faith, dear! There you are!"

Faith Young awoke screaming. She'd been expecting dreams with government officials with leering faces, and braced herself for it. But she hadn't thought there would be dreams of her own, sweet family...

She pulled herself into a fetal position on the ground and sniffled for several minutes. She was sixteen, for crying out loud. She wasn't supposed to be the heroic one. That was her dad's job... but now her dad was sitting on the floor with glazed blue eyes, that used to be so much like Faith's...

Eventually sitting up, the sixteen year old attempted to brush the dust out of her short brown hair, and stood up. At least she wasn't all alone. There were the ones who had escaped with her, but they were still asleep.

Faith made her way to one of the sleeping figures and poked them, shook them, did anything to try and wake him/her up.

((This shall also be posted in the plot board, because it sort of works as the plot, too. Forgive the repetition.))

Posts : 132 Join date : 2009-03-07

Name: Bella Schmidt
Power: Bella has the ability to manipulate water

Likes: Swimming, Singing, Visiting the local pet shop to play with the puppies
Dislikes: Mean people, Prejudiced people, Racism, Math

Appearance: She has beautiful brown hair which is a little over shoulder-length. Her eyes are a light brown color.

Personality: She likes to read a lot, and she enjoys singing and swimming. She especially loves dogs. She's quite soft-spoken, and she doesn't like loud things. All Bella wants is to be a normal girl.

Posts : 87 Join date : 2009-03-11

DANGG.
I wanted water minipulation. Surprised

Wouldve had my charrie be a risk- taker
and learn how to control a a person's
movement by moveving the water in thier
body. You can take the idea if you want. ^^

Ill think of another power

Subject: Re: Character Descriptions Thu Mar 19, 2009 1:08 pm

[I’ll join the fun! Oh, and I decided to post in paragraphs...wanted to RP a whole different personality.]

Avis Opal’s the name and she's a girl, thank-you very much. She has shapeshifting powers and can transform into any animal she wants. She can go practically anywhere: fly in the air, swim in the ocean as well as squeeze through the smallest openings. How could she not like this? With her adventurous personality and all. She loves exploring and getting herself in trouble. Nothing could be compared to the thrill of it. She is extremely curious about everything, though not the annoying kind who goes about asking question after question to people. She's the kind who likes to find the answer herself.

She also doesn't have goals. She just lives in the here and now. Why would you possible want to busy yourself planning things out? Life is about the excitement and the unpredictability. Live it. Not plan it. That’s her motto. She severely dislikes the government and what happened to her family. After all, without imagination, how could you possible live?

She vows to save these people. Though it would be hard and she is a bit afraid, she doesn’t care. It’ll be fun too.

Oh, and have I told you that she likes making people laugh? The only problem is that she is terrible at it. She thinks her jokes are funny, but everyone knows they're not. She's also quite nice and doesn't tease people. She wants them to laugh, not get their feelings hurt.

Edit: here's a picture:

Character Descriptions 041jw9

Posts : 87 Join date : 2009-03-11

This should be high action packed.
like, the setting is when america is
goinng through a huge depression.
you kill to get food, and that should
include humans and animals.
the survival of the fittest.

and our charries will come out on top.

Brief paragraph Intro:

"Move out of the way." A heavy man's body quickly shuffled off of hers.
Her piercing blue eyes bore down on the grungy figure.
They were in a narrow where she had set up her bed. There was a measly blanket
and a torn pillow the size of an average computer screen thrown on the floor.
The conditions she was living in were flithy. Her bedroom changed
every night. From a park, to a train station, to an alley or somewhere
else convieniet.

The plump man was coverd in scars, tattoos and what looked like
dried blood all over his body. He had a thick ungroomed beard that
matched his trailer trash personality perfectly.

"Pretty llittle girl arent you. Watcha doin out here on the streets."
The man asked in a coarsed voice, threatningly.
He had found a timely girl to release his anger upon. For some
reason, his body moved on its own, when she whispered the icy command,
just before he spoke. the man shrugged it off as a misake.
He made his mind believe that he was just shocked that the girl
who was suppose to be asleep, notice him climb onto her.

"Not answerin' meh question eh?" His canadien accent shone through,
"Well that is all right. Ill make you talk." He pulled a four inch switch
knife from the back of his torn jeans. The shadow cause by the street light,
gave the man a ghostly efffect. He was on the hunt.

"You wont be needing it."
"An' why is that eh deary?"
"Because you're going to drop it."
"I ain't doing no such -"
"I said, drop it."

His body froze in place while his hand moved on its own accord.
The rusty switchknife clanged onto the new york city cement.
The man started to sweat, his eyes moving tensely around,
flittering to find an escape. He soon found that he could move.

"What are you." The question, who are you, just didnt seem right for
the situation anymore.
"Leave." the girls mellow voice errupted from her resting spot on the
floor. She was breathing heavily. releasing a puff of condensed air into
the dark night.

That would be the fifth time this has happened to me, Arden thought
still petrified from the experience. and i thought id get used to living on
the streets.

Now that ive gotcha guessing ->

Name:Arden Grace Mcleon
Age: Sixteen
Ability: Persuation "tecniques".
Lives: Where ever suitable, but in New York City.
Family: A wretched mother who abandoned her at the age of 10.

History:

-FLASHBACK-

The scene opens up with a frightened mother backed up to her
kitchen wall, holding her hand to her heart, gasping for air.

"DONT COME NEAR ME!" She shrieked in agony , tears streaming
down her face. A young girl caustioucly approached her mother.
"Mama, are you alright?" She pleaded.
"Stay away."
"Ma-"
"Dont speak to me!"

Regret mounted up in young Arden's mind. It swelled with
confusion and the pain of the lost of her sister.
She had told her sister exactly to 'go kill herself'.
Arden never knew it would turn out like that ..
It was an innocent children's fight. Caroline Mcleon was hoging her
one and only american girl doll. Arden didnt know she was doing.
She was angry and the words just spilled out. and her sister ...
Just left to the kitchen and ...

Little Arden bursted into tears, wanting her mother to comfort her.
She reached out for her mom. The older women flinched, terrified that
she might get cursed or ever worse, die, bye her touch.

"I will have no devil child live in my house."
She yanked the child's hair and pulled her to the front door and pushed
her down the cement stairs. Arden had fallen onto her knees, crying even
harder then before. It was dark outside and the homeless wandered around
Brooklyn aimlessly.

"You are no child of mine." Her mother whisperd in coldly.
At the last glance of her daughters carmel brown hair and stunning blue
eyes, she slammed the front door ato her apartment nd never opened it till
she was positive the murderer was out of her sight.

Arden 101:

Arden Mcleon wandered around Manhatten searching for a small drug store
she would always buy her necessities at. A big turned-off neon sign reading
'36th Pharmacy'. The drugstore was on on 36th street. hence the name.
Arden enjoyed the store emensly because they would not kick her out
because of the state she was in. it was a maricle really, when she walked
into the store five years ago.

The jeans she had been wearing since January -
it was now March - were still where they had been for three months, on her
leggs. As for her biege sweater, Arden had been wearing it since Valentines day,
So it was quite new. Her hair was a light brown and her umistakable eyes were
a watery blue. Her mittens had the tip of the fingers cut off, like any
other typical homeless person.

She crossed the intersection with her hands in her pockets, ignoring
stares from tourist and city go-ers alike. Opening the dore to the drugstore,
it rang a familiar tune she had heard very often. You need to ask him Arden.
No flaking out. This is for your future.

"Jeffery? You here?" She shouted at the counter of the check out desk.
Everything in the room was white and orderly. Arden felt very out of place.
"Arden!" Jeff let out a too friendly smile. "What brings you to my personal hell today?"
The counter boy appeared from the back, walking to the register.
His shaggy, curly brown hair fell a little over his eyes. His rosy cheeks brought out
his adorable carmel eyes. Jeffery was the son of the pharmacy owner.
He worked here part-time for spending money.

"Oh the usual." She was careful not to make any commands.
Arden perfected the art of her persuation skill ayear after her mother had left her.
Instead of idrectly saying, Give me that, she would simply say,
Could you please give me that? That way, people affected by her
would have a choice to either obey or disobey her command. Truthfully,
Arden only used her powers when nessecary.

Jeff shuffled around the room searching for her things as Arden stood there,
smiling at the boy playing 'find the treasure.'
"We dont have the travel size soap in this week. Do you want to wait to buy
that next week?" He looked up from under his lashes, questioning her.

"Next week im a bit busy... Thats fine though, J."
should i ask him? yes, yes you should. her conscience argued back and forth.
"Say Jeffrey," Arden bit her lip, "Do you know anywhere to get a switchknife?"
she whisperd.

"Switchknife?!" he practically shouted.
"Lower your voice!" Arden panicked and scowled at him.
oh crap. Jeff was always someone she forgot to leave her gaurd up around.
Jeffery's voice dropped to a deep low whisper. obediently.
"You're going somewhere arent you." He didnt even wait for a response.
He grabbed Arden's clammy hands and pulled her into the dark backroom.
"I can let you stay at my place for a while if is some creeper hanging around you.
Dad wont mind. You've been a store regular since you were eleven. its no big deal."
"No need."
"Where are you going?"
"Washington."

Jeff stood back appalled. Arden had been a person who hide much of herself
to the world. The fact that she did not cover up her detination was a shock.
"The switchknife, its for protection." he had already guessed. she was a smart girl.
"Do you?" Arden pleaded. Jeffery let out a sigh.
He rummaged through packages searching for the knife he used to cut the
boxes appart. He held the knife in his hands, hesitant to hand it to the girl.
Please just give it to me Jeff. I dont want to ue it on you. Arden prayed.
Jeffery reluctanly handed her the weapon. she quickly hid it in her coat pocket
to avoid wandering eyes.

"Thank you so much." Arden grabbed him for one last hug. How unfortunate
because he wore a plain white shirt that day. She let go quickly, to search for
her petty pocket money to repay him. She grabbed a handful of change
pedestrians have been throwing at her for the past month.

"How much is it?"
Jeff grabbed her glove coverd hands and squeezed them.
"Its on the house Arden. You just need to promise me that you wont do anything
stupid." he held her gaze for a while.
"Im going to search for my family." she whispered. Arden had never told him
about the situation with her mother, father, and sister. when she said family,
she ment the gifted ones, like her. Arden was leaving to find them.
Find ones that she could relate too. She couldnt take the loneliness any longer.
she needed to find them.at any costs.

She sauntered out of the doorway giving Jeffery one last rare smile.
A rude man in a business suit bump into her as she turned the onto busy block.
"Watch where you're going you filthy mongrel." the man sneered boorishly.
Sorry. But you asked for it. she checked around to see if anyone was watching.
"Give me all the cash you have on you." Arden spoke loud enough for
them to hear. The stern man obeyed instantly handing over a wad of bills.
that solves the money problems, Arden thought without hinting any regret.

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Posts : 118 Join date : 2009-03-12

Hooray for characters!

..now go ahead and post on the actual roleplaying board. (:

The water/body manipulation sounds really cool.

Posts : 10 Join date : 2009-03-20

Okay, so I'm new to this. So, please don't kill me if I mess up Smile

So, I'm a girl [not] in the guild, but for entertaining purposes, I will attempt *key word* to be a guy. So, get ready for terribleness.

Now, you guys probably think I'm crazy, but I'm just gonna format it all boringly since it's my first time. So forgive me for that Very Happy

Name: Blake
Age: 16
Appearance: Short blonde hair, Hazel eyes (and one eye has a freckle in it--yes, there's such a thing), and 5' 7"
Power: Pyrokenetic (I think I spelled it right Very Happy

-- it's controlling fire with your mind, not sure if you all knew that. I didn't until yesterday Smile

)
Other: Hates romance books and loves basketball. He pretends to love football, although really he doesn't understand it. He likes computers and other nerdy things like that.

Posts : 87 Join date : 2009-03-11

Pastel - can you describe or et a picture of how opal looks like please? x)
ive been trying to picture her for while.

Posts : 335 Join date : 2009-03-10 Age : 33 Location : USA

Just paroozing.
Wow Niki, really nice description of your character. Amazing.

Posts : 87 Join date : 2009-03-11

Really? D: i asked someone on the Rp boards on neo
thier opinion and they said Arden had no personality.
Boo. Imma type something up with her actually talking
more then she does in the brief intro.

Posts : 335 Join date : 2009-03-10 Age : 33 Location : USA

I thought it was great.
I think her hardened personality shows through in the intro and the flashback helps backup the reason for it. I think you did a brilliant job.
Poo on whoever said otherwise.