Post by salem on Apr 1, 2011 22:07:09 GMT -6
Name: Salem Blake
Age: 20
Height: 5'4''
Weight: 120 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Shifter Child
Appearance: Salem has black hair, cut short and choppy, that almost always looks messy. He has golden, almond shaped eyes, ever alight with a mischievous glint, whose pupils become slits when he gets angry. His skin is on the dark side. Typically, he dresses in comfortable clothes- t-shirts and loose jeans, and when it's chilly out, hoodies and sweatshirts. He refuses to ever dress formal(hates those stuffy ties and restricting clothes). He is slim in build, but not so that he lacks muscle. It's wiry muscle, not bulky like some men.
Personality: Salem tends to always be smiling, whether it be in a happy way, a sarcastic way, or a condescending way(which is the smile he wears most often). He is not quick to anger, and prefers to avoid conflict when he knows he can't win. And even in conflict, he prefers non-direct conflict, choosing to manipulate the situation to his advantage. He is very cunning and clever, though in actual intelligence (book smarts) he lacks. Salem is an often insincere, mistrusting person, and not at all particularly courageous or moral. Although he's, in general, a nice person (to his friends), the only thing he'd worry about when wondering whether to steal from someone or kill them would be whether he could get away with it or not.
Background: Several generations ago, his ancestor was a shape shifter, able to shift into a black panther. And despite his differences from humans, he was able to live a relatively normal life, go to school(although he never cared about his grades) have friends, the usual. When he was seventeen, his mother contracted a terminal illness and died a year later. Salem wasn't responsible enough to actually hold a real job, so he turned to thieving and other criminal careers, for his natural abilities were very useful in these things.
Roleplay Sample: Salem's jaws opened wide in a long, catlike yawn, tongue sticking out, eyes shut, back arching as he stretched across his bedsheets, tangling his legs up into the slightly smelly (he hadn't washed them for months) fabric. He sat up and, glancing out the window, groaned. "Noon already?" Sighing, he shook himself free of the sheets, and stood. He flexed his toes against rough carpet as he reached his arms up above him in one last stretch and left his bedroom for the one other room of his small apartment.
It was a kitchen/living room type space. He let out a little shiver as he crossed from the carpet to the cool tile, opened the fridge, and frowned. Not much of a selection. He pulled out a half-gallon carton of mild, screwed off the lid and drank it straight from the bottle. It had only been a fraction full, and he finished it off before long. "Well, I might as well go see if I can swipe breakfast from somewhere." He said to himself.
Other (Abilities, etc): Exceptional hearing, night vision, and balance. Is quite a night owl, though not totally nocturnal. Sleeps more than half the day, hates water and dogs, but loves milk and fish
Breaking Point: It's less of an anger thing and more of an 'A cornered rat will eventually fight back' thing. If you trap him and threaten his life, and he has positively no way to even hope or dream of making it out alive, he will lash out. (You can customize stats for your characters. 50 points total is allowed, distribute them however you'd like.)
HP: 4
Physical Attack: 3
Physical Defense:3
Special Attack:4
Special Defense:4
Speed:8
Agility: 9
Skill:9
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 6
Age: 20
Height: 5'4''
Weight: 120 lbs
Gender: Male
Race: Shifter Child
Appearance: Salem has black hair, cut short and choppy, that almost always looks messy. He has golden, almond shaped eyes, ever alight with a mischievous glint, whose pupils become slits when he gets angry. His skin is on the dark side. Typically, he dresses in comfortable clothes- t-shirts and loose jeans, and when it's chilly out, hoodies and sweatshirts. He refuses to ever dress formal(hates those stuffy ties and restricting clothes). He is slim in build, but not so that he lacks muscle. It's wiry muscle, not bulky like some men.
Personality: Salem tends to always be smiling, whether it be in a happy way, a sarcastic way, or a condescending way(which is the smile he wears most often). He is not quick to anger, and prefers to avoid conflict when he knows he can't win. And even in conflict, he prefers non-direct conflict, choosing to manipulate the situation to his advantage. He is very cunning and clever, though in actual intelligence (book smarts) he lacks. Salem is an often insincere, mistrusting person, and not at all particularly courageous or moral. Although he's, in general, a nice person (to his friends), the only thing he'd worry about when wondering whether to steal from someone or kill them would be whether he could get away with it or not.
Background: Several generations ago, his ancestor was a shape shifter, able to shift into a black panther. And despite his differences from humans, he was able to live a relatively normal life, go to school(although he never cared about his grades) have friends, the usual. When he was seventeen, his mother contracted a terminal illness and died a year later. Salem wasn't responsible enough to actually hold a real job, so he turned to thieving and other criminal careers, for his natural abilities were very useful in these things.
Roleplay Sample: Salem's jaws opened wide in a long, catlike yawn, tongue sticking out, eyes shut, back arching as he stretched across his bedsheets, tangling his legs up into the slightly smelly (he hadn't washed them for months) fabric. He sat up and, glancing out the window, groaned. "Noon already?" Sighing, he shook himself free of the sheets, and stood. He flexed his toes against rough carpet as he reached his arms up above him in one last stretch and left his bedroom for the one other room of his small apartment.
It was a kitchen/living room type space. He let out a little shiver as he crossed from the carpet to the cool tile, opened the fridge, and frowned. Not much of a selection. He pulled out a half-gallon carton of mild, screwed off the lid and drank it straight from the bottle. It had only been a fraction full, and he finished it off before long. "Well, I might as well go see if I can swipe breakfast from somewhere." He said to himself.
Other (Abilities, etc): Exceptional hearing, night vision, and balance. Is quite a night owl, though not totally nocturnal. Sleeps more than half the day, hates water and dogs, but loves milk and fish
Breaking Point: It's less of an anger thing and more of an 'A cornered rat will eventually fight back' thing. If you trap him and threaten his life, and he has positively no way to even hope or dream of making it out alive, he will lash out. (You can customize stats for your characters. 50 points total is allowed, distribute them however you'd like.)
HP: 4
Physical Attack: 3
Physical Defense:3
Special Attack:4
Special Defense:4
Speed:8
Agility: 9
Skill:9
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 6