Post by eren. on Dec 31, 2007 0:44:58 GMT -5
You:
name: kitten.
age: 14.
gender: female.
roleplay experience: two years.
Your Character:
name:
Eren Taylor
age:
Fifteen
gender:
Male
race:
Cat/Human
still in school:
Yes.
family:
Father: Max Taylor
Mother: Amina Sunay
Siblings: None.
history:
Max Taylor was a quiet airport bartender. Amina Sunay was a gorgeous woman awaiting her delayed flight to who-knows-where. They met, they spoke, then she left. Who knew they'd meet again, this time as experiments in hiding? They fell in love, and after two years of sticking together, Amina announced that she was expecting. The following Spring, she gave birth to a baby boy. The couple settled down soon after.
As a little kid, Eren was quiet, obedient, and submissive. He didn’t like to play, and refused to do most things little children liked to do. His father strongly disliked him for his strangeness, and tried many times to force him to change.
However, Eren didn’t want to change... and his mother, Amina, was the only one who didn’t want to change him.
At the age of seven, Eren came home from school to find his mother coughing up blood. Only after that did he realize the woman wasn't well. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't eat, her smooth, beautiful voice had gradually become raspy. Somehow, his father never noticed, and Eren himself was too scared and in denial to bring it up. His love for her only made it that much harder when she died. "Lung cancer", the doctor had declared.
After Amina's death, Eren became even more withdrawn. He seldom left the sanctuary which was his room, his headphones blocking out the world, his pencil scratching away at a piece of paper which contained doodles and poems.
Steadily, he had become nothing more than just another anti-social teen.
physical description:
Eren is a small boy, standing at only five feet, six inches, and weighing in at exactly one hundred and two pounds. His skin is completely white, excluding a small, heart-shaped birthmark on his lower-back. His legs are very long and slender, giving him a delicate, almost feminine look. His tail bone is elongated to form a furry white tail.
His most unusual (and perhaps his favorite) feature, is his eyes. Due to a mutation within the pigments of his iris, he has one regular, chocolate-brown eye, as well as a very light platinum-colored one.
His deep brown hair is chin-length, and often tousled and messy. It contrasts highly with the furry white cat-like ears that jut out from within the unruly strands, located at either side of his head, a tad higher than where regular human ears would be. He takes advantage of the size of his fluffy ears, piercing them along their edges with a variety of hoops and studs.
mental description:
Eren fears conflict, and when he has to face it, he will do anything to avoid it. On more than one occasion, he has let others insult himself and his ideas. In his mind, the quicker he backs down and runs away, the sooner the whole thing will be over and gone. This often makes him an easy target for bullies.
He is awkward and clumsy when it comes to expressing himself verbally, but is quite talented at putting it all down onto paper. He'll often jot down a few sentences or doodle a tiny drawing in order to get any problems out of his system.
He rarely associates with people voluntarily, but when he does, he listens extremely carefully to everything they say. Although he has difficulty expressing most emotions, he can easily show understanding when listening to another speak, and his sincerity is easily detected.
Eren may seem cold to strangers, but given the chance, he'll show you much warmth and compassion.
roleplay sample:
Clover stood in the doorframe of his older brother’s room. He was a thin, short boy of fourteen, with very pale skin and light green eyes. His white-blonde hair was chin-length; cut in a jagged, rebellious fashion, with bangs that fell messily over his almost feminine face. A thin silver hoop pierced his full, soft bottom lip, and he toyed with it nervously as he slid inside the room.
He walked in slowly and quietly, socked feet slipping slightly on the cool, polished hardwood floor. The low rumbling of thunder sounded distantly from outside. It was dark, except for the old computer on the other side of the room, which emanated a bluish light, its screen clearly displaying a voluptuous pinup girl. He stepped over a stray article of clothing, before finally stopping in front of his brother’s bed. He moved down carefully to kneel on the floor beside him.
Though Denim was five years older than his brother, his pretty face and slim, boyish features made him seem much younger. He had messy black hair and dark brown eyes that contrasted sharply with his pale skin. Awake, he was a flirtatious, teasing kid, with too many friends that were considered the “bad sort”. Asleep, he was nearly angelic.
He reached out to touch Denim’s shoulder, and whispered his name, all fear and anxiety melting away as the boy let out a small mewl at having his sleep disturbed. It wasn’t long before his eyelids fluttered open.
