Post by Vulkan Mythern on Sept 24, 2008 18:51:44 GMT -5
Name: Vulkan Mythren
Age: 20
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Vulkan has quite the temper. He doesn't take anything from anyone when they insult him, yet... His father has always treated him as a lesser being, as if he were below people. When others speak to him like this, he has a tendancy to just kind of take it, and let them do whatever, because that's how most of his life went. His father would knock him around, say a few things about how he was trash, and not see him again until it was time to do it again later.
He's the kind of guy that acts before he thinks, which tends to get him into a bit of trouble. He can be quite stubborn, and come across as uncaring, or cold. He doesn't attempt to make friends, or be sociable in any way. Other then his anger, he's very good at masking his emotions.
What kind of people you like: Bi, though tries to hide it
Which Role are you: Slave
Type of Sex you prefer: No preference
Custom Title: Shadow
History: Vulkan hadn't exactly had the best life. His mother died during childbirth, so he knew her for but a few seconds. He and his father never got along, not that the man really got along with anyone, being the stubborn drunk that he was. It wasn't uncommon for them to fight, and for those fights to become physical.
His family had always been poor, so it made it difficult for Vulkan to get away, and live on his own. He held a low paying job every once in a while, but often didn't show up, and was fired because of it. Any prospect of a further life seemed to slip away each day, for he just didn't seem to care about where it was all going.
His father obviously didn't agree with that, and this was often a topic of their fights. About how Vulkan was trash, and didn't deserve anything. Fights were usually what lead the boy to leave home, and not return until the next day. He'd stay out all night, sometimes for a period of 48 hours. Crash at a hotel, or maybe a friend's house.
Sample RP:
Vulkan breathed deeply, taking in the frigid morning air, and letting it out in a silent breath. It was a very early Saturday morning at the school, and he was sure he was up before most people. Perhaps a few teachers wandered about, and occasional student, but the rest of the school slept soundly, thankful for the break the weekend brought. Vulkan was thankful too, though he didn't show it. His expression remained stoic, as it often did, and he walked his tireless walk, hands tucked away in the pockets of his black jeans.
He traveled the corridors of the school without having to navigate, knowing the place by heart. He'd memorized it quickly upon entering the school, never having gotten lost, even as a new student. But he was no longer a new student, and he was quite sure of his destination. That is, if he had one. Really, he was just walking. Walking dressed in black jeans, a long sleeved gray thermal top, a loose fitting thin material black jacket, a pair of shoes, and nothing more.
He was simply walking, casually strolling through the school. His mind though, was lost in the thought. Complicated, intricate, undying thought. Thought about the past, the present, and what was in store for the future, should there be one for him. For him and Ash. He knew things couldn't remain as they were. They would change soon, and the two of them would have to face something great, as many soon would. How much longer could he simply walk the halls of his school? Something would change soon, he could feel it.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, taking another breath of crisp morning air. He would face those things when the time came. For now, he would walk.
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Age: 20
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Personality: Vulkan has quite the temper. He doesn't take anything from anyone when they insult him, yet... His father has always treated him as a lesser being, as if he were below people. When others speak to him like this, he has a tendancy to just kind of take it, and let them do whatever, because that's how most of his life went. His father would knock him around, say a few things about how he was trash, and not see him again until it was time to do it again later.
He's the kind of guy that acts before he thinks, which tends to get him into a bit of trouble. He can be quite stubborn, and come across as uncaring, or cold. He doesn't attempt to make friends, or be sociable in any way. Other then his anger, he's very good at masking his emotions.
What kind of people you like: Bi, though tries to hide it
Which Role are you: Slave
Type of Sex you prefer: No preference
Custom Title: Shadow
History: Vulkan hadn't exactly had the best life. His mother died during childbirth, so he knew her for but a few seconds. He and his father never got along, not that the man really got along with anyone, being the stubborn drunk that he was. It wasn't uncommon for them to fight, and for those fights to become physical.
His family had always been poor, so it made it difficult for Vulkan to get away, and live on his own. He held a low paying job every once in a while, but often didn't show up, and was fired because of it. Any prospect of a further life seemed to slip away each day, for he just didn't seem to care about where it was all going.
His father obviously didn't agree with that, and this was often a topic of their fights. About how Vulkan was trash, and didn't deserve anything. Fights were usually what lead the boy to leave home, and not return until the next day. He'd stay out all night, sometimes for a period of 48 hours. Crash at a hotel, or maybe a friend's house.
Sample RP:
Vulkan breathed deeply, taking in the frigid morning air, and letting it out in a silent breath. It was a very early Saturday morning at the school, and he was sure he was up before most people. Perhaps a few teachers wandered about, and occasional student, but the rest of the school slept soundly, thankful for the break the weekend brought. Vulkan was thankful too, though he didn't show it. His expression remained stoic, as it often did, and he walked his tireless walk, hands tucked away in the pockets of his black jeans.
He traveled the corridors of the school without having to navigate, knowing the place by heart. He'd memorized it quickly upon entering the school, never having gotten lost, even as a new student. But he was no longer a new student, and he was quite sure of his destination. That is, if he had one. Really, he was just walking. Walking dressed in black jeans, a long sleeved gray thermal top, a loose fitting thin material black jacket, a pair of shoes, and nothing more.
He was simply walking, casually strolling through the school. His mind though, was lost in the thought. Complicated, intricate, undying thought. Thought about the past, the present, and what was in store for the future, should there be one for him. For him and Ash. He knew things couldn't remain as they were. They would change soon, and the two of them would have to face something great, as many soon would. How much longer could he simply walk the halls of his school? Something would change soon, he could feel it.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, taking another breath of crisp morning air. He would face those things when the time came. For now, he would walk.
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