Post by Kaie Trinity on Sept 1, 2007 9:15:00 GMT -5
Example:
Character Name: Kaie (kye-eh) Trinity
Age: 2,139
History (just a paragraph about your character): Kaie, born a Celt so many years ago. She'd much later on given herself a last name, that is, when she actually started to need one. For a while, it had been unimportant for her here. No one wanted to know. But now, in present time, you needed to use it for papers, which she usually evaded. But... ID and Driver's license, neither of which she carried around with her. She didn't have to- she could simply put the thought in any cop's mind that she'd done nothing wrong.
Physical Description: At 5'11", she's not quite as tall as the male Dark-Hunters, though she can claim height over most women- and she loves it. She has long, light blond hair with eyes black as night, signifying her position in this world. She wears not all black as most Dark-Hunters, but she wears dark greens and dark purples to add to her black pants and trench coat. Not too much color, anyway. A long-sword is strapped to her back with a hilt shaped like a long neck with a skull on the end. Multiple guns rest at her hips, along with bullets galore. She is skilled in almost any type of fighting you bring up with her- Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Ikee Juditsu, street fighting, guns, swords, daggers... You get the idea. She's able to use anything as a weapon and thinks quickly in a tight situation. One of her Dark-Hunter powers is telekinesis.
Breed (Dark-Hunter/Daimon/Squire/Mortal): Dark-Hunter
Sample RP (must be at least two paragraphs long): She knew men would stare at her- if she allowed it. She had a rep around here. She was in a gang, they said. Which was completely absurd. It was a Dark-Hunters job to protect the humans and destroy Daimons- at the cost of their soul. Her loss of this didn't even bother her anymore. Why should it? It wasn't like she was getting it back any time soon.
She stepped into the club, paying no heed to the bouncer at all. It wasn't as though he could stop her, no matter how hard he tried. And she was taller than him- how amusing. Everyone was dancing like monkeys, she could swear it. Seriously, look at them hopping all over the place, she thought as she walked toward an empty table in the back. From there she could spot trouble before it got too far. And, today, her gut told her that the fight was going to be good.
Character Name: Kaie (kye-eh) Trinity
Age: 2,139
History (just a paragraph about your character): Kaie, born a Celt so many years ago. She'd much later on given herself a last name, that is, when she actually started to need one. For a while, it had been unimportant for her here. No one wanted to know. But now, in present time, you needed to use it for papers, which she usually evaded. But... ID and Driver's license, neither of which she carried around with her. She didn't have to- she could simply put the thought in any cop's mind that she'd done nothing wrong.
Physical Description: At 5'11", she's not quite as tall as the male Dark-Hunters, though she can claim height over most women- and she loves it. She has long, light blond hair with eyes black as night, signifying her position in this world. She wears not all black as most Dark-Hunters, but she wears dark greens and dark purples to add to her black pants and trench coat. Not too much color, anyway. A long-sword is strapped to her back with a hilt shaped like a long neck with a skull on the end. Multiple guns rest at her hips, along with bullets galore. She is skilled in almost any type of fighting you bring up with her- Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Ikee Juditsu, street fighting, guns, swords, daggers... You get the idea. She's able to use anything as a weapon and thinks quickly in a tight situation. One of her Dark-Hunter powers is telekinesis.
Breed (Dark-Hunter/Daimon/Squire/Mortal): Dark-Hunter
Sample RP (must be at least two paragraphs long): She knew men would stare at her- if she allowed it. She had a rep around here. She was in a gang, they said. Which was completely absurd. It was a Dark-Hunters job to protect the humans and destroy Daimons- at the cost of their soul. Her loss of this didn't even bother her anymore. Why should it? It wasn't like she was getting it back any time soon.
She stepped into the club, paying no heed to the bouncer at all. It wasn't as though he could stop her, no matter how hard he tried. And she was taller than him- how amusing. Everyone was dancing like monkeys, she could swear it. Seriously, look at them hopping all over the place, she thought as she walked toward an empty table in the back. From there she could spot trouble before it got too far. And, today, her gut told her that the fight was going to be good.