Post by meerkat on May 2, 2011 22:20:08 GMT -6
Name: Dao-Dann (Dow Dah-n)
Age: 127 years old-- Technically still in his youth.
Height: About 5"8 or so.
Weight: Approximately 148 lbs.
Gender: Male.
Race: Djinn.
Appearance:
Dao considers himself incredibly good looking, and for obvious reasons. He has incredibly fair skin, despite originating from northern Egypt. His hair is a light shade of brown, a chestnut color, and it falls over his shoulders and spills out over his forehead in a very modern fashion. His eyes are a warm brown, and light enough to see his pupil, but dark so that they reflected everything like a mirror. His clothes are more or less revealing, and incredibly feminine for a male. they are made out of fine silk and are see-through garments that most wouldn't dare walk out into public in-- But oh, Dao would gladly. His baggy pants are made out of a mixture of cotton and silk, and thank the Gods for them being less revealing than his flimsy half-top.
Personality: Many find he has a very obnoxious, arrogant, and overbearing personality. He finds too much fascination in himself, people say, but he objects that it's not a crime to love yourself, and goes about loving his entire being some more.
Dao is outspoken and opinionated about many things. he wears feminine clothes and offers rebuttals such as: "Clothes don't have a gender", or, "You just try and pick out my wardrobe." And then he'd follow along with a string of profanities.
The young Djinn is most interested in the current generation and tries to keep himself as modern and westernized as possible, but still tries to remain original. He acts more like a mainstream American teenager than a 127 year old supreme magical being. Though, of course, he has his moments where he becomes an serious, concerned young man, who tries to look at things from all sides, and in those moments, he is more like his true self than the quirky, fashionable version of him leads on.
He finds pride in being a free Djinn, or, at least, on the outside he does. Inside, he yearns for a master, for reasons beyond his comprehension. Most likely, too many romance novels led him to believe that if he finds his master, he could fall into some forbidden love with this person. (Unrealistically high expectations/wishful thinking is common for him.)
Background:
Dao was once a rather small, weak, and rather innocent djinn in Northern Egypt. He was prized by the very few masters he had, and did not, like others, try to squirm his way out of his masters orders. Rather, he took it upon himself to please those who he was indebted to. Thankfully, his first master freed him after a short period of time, and he wandered aimlessly around Egypt until a poor merchant caught hi, trapping him once more. And once more, he did not mind, though he did wish his bottle wasn’t a worn piece of glass which once stored preserved meats.
This merchant was a very busy man, who, instead of working hard for measly pay, wanted to slack off and earn riches. Instead of wishing himself rich, for he knew the stories of these djinn, and surely this one would find a way out of it’s masters demands—He sold him off to a man in Europe—An incredibly wealthy man, who paid a fortune just to own such a creature, much less actually make him useful. It was ordered that the djinn would come with him, on his boat, back to his estate in Great Britain.
Fortunately, before Dao was to be trapped forever with a truly careful and greedy master, the boat he was being shipped in had taken a wrong course—Straight into a storm. As the boat rocked side to side violently, the worn glass bottle slid off of a slick, wet crate and shattered unto the floor. In a great deal of smoke and a spark of flame, along with the revolting stench of now-rotten meat, Dao escaped from the cargo ship, hiding towards the upper deck, and leapt from the boat the second they reached land.
It was a blur of magic-abusing pranks and seemingly-eternal boringness that passed throughout the years, until finally, Dao learned of the wonders of the New World, in which a great sensation rocked America—A land he’d heard of in his time in Britain, but never had he ever traveled to.
It was only after hearing a few more fantastical stories about dancing and movies and cars and bizarre, clashing outfits there that he had to go. It seemed so… Wild.
He’d become a bit of a stowaway over the years, and traveled to and from Britain, seeing most of Europe, but not at all interested in much of it.
Here was a place with no tradition, the legends of pop stardom, the thrill of constantly changing ideas and themes and outfits, accepting of a variety of cultures… New York! Las Vegas! Sunny, dreamy California! With stars in his eyes, Dao crossed the sea with high hopes for this new land, where hopefully, excitement would come.
It certainly would.
Roleplay Sample:
He was certain that there was never something quite as great as partying.
It was maybe his first real party, that wasn’t some ball or gala he was peeking into from the stained glass windows, wishing desperately to be in someone’s arms, being complimented and praised by all for his beauty and presence…
This party was instead where there was too much of a rush to say anything at all, but you knew when all eyes were on you, because lights from above made you glow purple and red and green as you took the dance floor for yourself.
And hundreds more would join you for dances you’d never dared tried before, heard before, or even seen before. And it was close and tight in the dance floor, and oh so hot, but it was all so perfect as the bass thudded and you could feel it through your body—As well as everyone else’s.
Eventually, Dao needed to sit out. It was too much contact—the revealing clothes he had worn were bunched up and revealing more than he intended.
And then, swiftly, he was pulled aside the second he sat down.
It was a boy, he could tell by the young face, but he was the size of a mountain. His biceps were like tree trunks—His torso was a wall.
The boy droned on about something about dancing, with a girl or something… His girl? Yeah, right. Dao rolled his eyes and snorted, which earned him being lifted by his throat.
The mountain was foaming at the mouth now. Dao had never run into a man so filled with fury, and, it was easy to say he was shitting himself.
But Dao pulled on that smug grin, let his glaze over with a sort of effortless confidence, and he only snickered at the man’s rage—As best as he could with a closed windpipe.
“Would you rather dance, pretty boy?”
Other (Abilities, etc): He has a habit of really pissing people off to maintain his ego, as you can see above. Dao is also a very, very talented dancer.
Breaking Point:
If someone ever dare pokes fun at his weakness in battle and his overall mediocrity in magic in such an incessant, enraging manner, he’d obviously flip out. More than that— He built his own ego, a high tower, a shining beacon that rose above all, and to have someone find the wink chink that managed to crumble it down is moving enough for him to kill.
HP: 5
Physical Attack:2
Physical Defense: 6
Special Attack: 9
Special Defense: 9
Speed: 6
Agility: 5
Skill: 4
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 4
Age: 127 years old-- Technically still in his youth.
Height: About 5"8 or so.
Weight: Approximately 148 lbs.
Gender: Male.
Race: Djinn.
Appearance:
Dao considers himself incredibly good looking, and for obvious reasons. He has incredibly fair skin, despite originating from northern Egypt. His hair is a light shade of brown, a chestnut color, and it falls over his shoulders and spills out over his forehead in a very modern fashion. His eyes are a warm brown, and light enough to see his pupil, but dark so that they reflected everything like a mirror. His clothes are more or less revealing, and incredibly feminine for a male. they are made out of fine silk and are see-through garments that most wouldn't dare walk out into public in-- But oh, Dao would gladly. His baggy pants are made out of a mixture of cotton and silk, and thank the Gods for them being less revealing than his flimsy half-top.
Personality: Many find he has a very obnoxious, arrogant, and overbearing personality. He finds too much fascination in himself, people say, but he objects that it's not a crime to love yourself, and goes about loving his entire being some more.
Dao is outspoken and opinionated about many things. he wears feminine clothes and offers rebuttals such as: "Clothes don't have a gender", or, "You just try and pick out my wardrobe." And then he'd follow along with a string of profanities.
The young Djinn is most interested in the current generation and tries to keep himself as modern and westernized as possible, but still tries to remain original. He acts more like a mainstream American teenager than a 127 year old supreme magical being. Though, of course, he has his moments where he becomes an serious, concerned young man, who tries to look at things from all sides, and in those moments, he is more like his true self than the quirky, fashionable version of him leads on.
He finds pride in being a free Djinn, or, at least, on the outside he does. Inside, he yearns for a master, for reasons beyond his comprehension. Most likely, too many romance novels led him to believe that if he finds his master, he could fall into some forbidden love with this person. (Unrealistically high expectations/wishful thinking is common for him.)
Background:
Dao was once a rather small, weak, and rather innocent djinn in Northern Egypt. He was prized by the very few masters he had, and did not, like others, try to squirm his way out of his masters orders. Rather, he took it upon himself to please those who he was indebted to. Thankfully, his first master freed him after a short period of time, and he wandered aimlessly around Egypt until a poor merchant caught hi, trapping him once more. And once more, he did not mind, though he did wish his bottle wasn’t a worn piece of glass which once stored preserved meats.
This merchant was a very busy man, who, instead of working hard for measly pay, wanted to slack off and earn riches. Instead of wishing himself rich, for he knew the stories of these djinn, and surely this one would find a way out of it’s masters demands—He sold him off to a man in Europe—An incredibly wealthy man, who paid a fortune just to own such a creature, much less actually make him useful. It was ordered that the djinn would come with him, on his boat, back to his estate in Great Britain.
Fortunately, before Dao was to be trapped forever with a truly careful and greedy master, the boat he was being shipped in had taken a wrong course—Straight into a storm. As the boat rocked side to side violently, the worn glass bottle slid off of a slick, wet crate and shattered unto the floor. In a great deal of smoke and a spark of flame, along with the revolting stench of now-rotten meat, Dao escaped from the cargo ship, hiding towards the upper deck, and leapt from the boat the second they reached land.
It was a blur of magic-abusing pranks and seemingly-eternal boringness that passed throughout the years, until finally, Dao learned of the wonders of the New World, in which a great sensation rocked America—A land he’d heard of in his time in Britain, but never had he ever traveled to.
It was only after hearing a few more fantastical stories about dancing and movies and cars and bizarre, clashing outfits there that he had to go. It seemed so… Wild.
He’d become a bit of a stowaway over the years, and traveled to and from Britain, seeing most of Europe, but not at all interested in much of it.
Here was a place with no tradition, the legends of pop stardom, the thrill of constantly changing ideas and themes and outfits, accepting of a variety of cultures… New York! Las Vegas! Sunny, dreamy California! With stars in his eyes, Dao crossed the sea with high hopes for this new land, where hopefully, excitement would come.
It certainly would.
Roleplay Sample:
He was certain that there was never something quite as great as partying.
It was maybe his first real party, that wasn’t some ball or gala he was peeking into from the stained glass windows, wishing desperately to be in someone’s arms, being complimented and praised by all for his beauty and presence…
This party was instead where there was too much of a rush to say anything at all, but you knew when all eyes were on you, because lights from above made you glow purple and red and green as you took the dance floor for yourself.
And hundreds more would join you for dances you’d never dared tried before, heard before, or even seen before. And it was close and tight in the dance floor, and oh so hot, but it was all so perfect as the bass thudded and you could feel it through your body—As well as everyone else’s.
Eventually, Dao needed to sit out. It was too much contact—the revealing clothes he had worn were bunched up and revealing more than he intended.
And then, swiftly, he was pulled aside the second he sat down.
It was a boy, he could tell by the young face, but he was the size of a mountain. His biceps were like tree trunks—His torso was a wall.
The boy droned on about something about dancing, with a girl or something… His girl? Yeah, right. Dao rolled his eyes and snorted, which earned him being lifted by his throat.
The mountain was foaming at the mouth now. Dao had never run into a man so filled with fury, and, it was easy to say he was shitting himself.
But Dao pulled on that smug grin, let his glaze over with a sort of effortless confidence, and he only snickered at the man’s rage—As best as he could with a closed windpipe.
“Would you rather dance, pretty boy?”
Other (Abilities, etc): He has a habit of really pissing people off to maintain his ego, as you can see above. Dao is also a very, very talented dancer.
Breaking Point:
If someone ever dare pokes fun at his weakness in battle and his overall mediocrity in magic in such an incessant, enraging manner, he’d obviously flip out. More than that— He built his own ego, a high tower, a shining beacon that rose above all, and to have someone find the wink chink that managed to crumble it down is moving enough for him to kill.
HP: 5
Physical Attack:2
Physical Defense: 6
Special Attack: 9
Special Defense: 9
Speed: 6
Agility: 5
Skill: 4
Energy Reserves/Stamina: 4