Post by Neon Knight on Jan 1, 2008 21:59:02 GMT -5
YOU:
name: Mu'awiyah al-Mufakkiri
age: Old enough to buy smokes; not old enough to buy drinks
gender: Male
roleplay experience: Five-or-so years and counting
YOUR CHARACTER:
name: Mu'awiyah (imaginative, no?)
age: 35
gender: Male
race/species: Human (Arabic) mixed with Kangaroo
still in school: Nope
family: Was inoculated at the secondary testing site from raw stem cells. No siblings or cousins known of.
history: One the various test-tube babies born into the second site, Mu'awiyah underwent various experiments as a subject, as did all the others. Mainly he was tested on perception and memory retention. His teaching and sudden ability to remember large amounts of information costs the scientists. He voiced his opinions to the scientists; disagreeing with their unethical practices and demanding reformation. Due to that, however, his vocal chords were removed so that way his concerns were not a problem the scientists need to busy themselves with. At least, temporarily. When the time for escape came he took it, going out with all of the others. Once they made their way to the Refuge; he went into a small hermitage in a local small-scale library which he renovated into a small mosque and learning center. Ever inquisitive and curious he began to read up on the Islamic religion, quickly becoming a believer. After digging around he found himself an artificial voicebox and went back into a life of seclusion. Once Martyr became the elected leader of them he continued his study in more private.
He now lives at the masjid as well as runs a small book shop out of it.
physical description: Mu'awiyah is you typical kangaroo-morph. He stands at an imposing six-and-a-half feet tall; though most of it is just skin and bones. As per members of his species his coat is a dark, sandy brown in color with a lighter, beige coloring that starts at his chin, moves down his chest, to his inner thighs and goes along the underside of his long, thick tail. His hair is a deep, charcoal black in color and has grown rather long recently. He is often seen tying it up into a messy topknot or into a hasty bun. Due to an injury he sustained while being tested on, his right eye's is a milky blue in color and completely blind. His other eye, is a dark blue and functions just fine. staring out at his nose and rimming his mouth is a line of what one consider longer-than-normal black whiskers, giving him the impression of having a small beard and mustache. As for body shape, he certainly isn't the most attractive guy out there. Being a scholar was never much of a physical activity, and because of that; he has a bit of potbelly on his midsection, but other than that he is leanly muscled, especially in his large and powerful legs. He has a serious issue with walking, preferring to literally hop everywhere he needs to go.
For clothes, the kangaroo chooses things that are typical of his religion as well as his cultural preferences. He often dresses in ankle-length robes and over-robes, or a long shirt and pair of pants if nothing else is clean or available at the moment. For headwear he prefers the typical white Saudi ghutra and egal; or male headscarf and headband. The headscarf has two holes cut into it to allow his long ears free range of movement. He is also fancy to tie a turban around it, making it into a poofy-looking cowl with a tail he likes to wrap around his neck and drape over a shoulder. He also owns a long brown coat he wears when cold or when he wants to look somewhat dignified. If anything, he's a fan of clothing that is loose-fitting and gives him a somewhat free range of motion.
mental description: Mu'awiyah is one of the silent types. Well, if it weren't for requiring the artificial voicebox to speak, he probably wouldn't say much anyway. He is quiet and contemplative, preferring to be alone or in small groups, rather than get lost in the crowd. Despite his rather imposing attitude and silent countenance he is quite the charitable fellow, always willing to lend a helping paw to whomsoever needs one. He is no stranger to hard times, and understands when someone just needs a little help back onto their feet. Hidden behind that incredibly stern and silent countenance is a real sweetheart of a guy. 'Tis a shame he sort of took to himself as the preferred company over other people. He thinks other people don't understand him. If they only managed to get past the metallic, scrapey monotone voice of the artificial voicebox and his intellectual talks, one would find he is quite the loving person. Truth be told he would be considered a hopeless romantic at best, a sardonic intellectual at worst.
In accordance with that, he prefers action over words and has the bad habit of acting impulsively; whether it be for positive or negative reasons.
Being the scholarly type he is he can often be seen teaching at the masjid, even if no one comes. As long as the knowledge is there to be taught, he will gladly teach it to whomever listens. In his small room he keeps various empty books for writing down bits of information, as well as using them to help himself learn whatever information he can manage to pull out the plethora of books he unofficially owns. Mu'awiyah is also a fan of poetry and will often write down loads of it in other languages for his own amusement when bored.
roleplay sample:
He tilted his head at her first comment, not really understanding what she meant, or was trying to imply to him. "No...I'm sure you haven't..." he said softly to her. When she clutched and clung to him, he was understandably surprised by her actions, a bit startled by her sudden lunge at him. "Oh no..." he said, kneeling some and hugging her close to him. "You deserve it and more." he said with a soft smile. One of his paws tentatively reached up and gently stroked the back of her head as the other softly cradled her there. "No...you deserve it..." he reassured her again, holding her close to him.
He smiled a bit to himself despite all of this. She was so close to him, and her small body felt amazingly warm against hers. He'd never experienced something quite like this before.
(I'm so lame...yes Pandora; I used OUR roleplay as inspiration...um...plagarism...)
((Ew ew ew ew...this is just made of ew...))
name: Mu'awiyah al-Mufakkiri
age: Old enough to buy smokes; not old enough to buy drinks
gender: Male
roleplay experience: Five-or-so years and counting
YOUR CHARACTER:
name: Mu'awiyah (imaginative, no?)
age: 35
gender: Male
race/species: Human (Arabic) mixed with Kangaroo
still in school: Nope
family: Was inoculated at the secondary testing site from raw stem cells. No siblings or cousins known of.
history: One the various test-tube babies born into the second site, Mu'awiyah underwent various experiments as a subject, as did all the others. Mainly he was tested on perception and memory retention. His teaching and sudden ability to remember large amounts of information costs the scientists. He voiced his opinions to the scientists; disagreeing with their unethical practices and demanding reformation. Due to that, however, his vocal chords were removed so that way his concerns were not a problem the scientists need to busy themselves with. At least, temporarily. When the time for escape came he took it, going out with all of the others. Once they made their way to the Refuge; he went into a small hermitage in a local small-scale library which he renovated into a small mosque and learning center. Ever inquisitive and curious he began to read up on the Islamic religion, quickly becoming a believer. After digging around he found himself an artificial voicebox and went back into a life of seclusion. Once Martyr became the elected leader of them he continued his study in more private.
He now lives at the masjid as well as runs a small book shop out of it.
physical description: Mu'awiyah is you typical kangaroo-morph. He stands at an imposing six-and-a-half feet tall; though most of it is just skin and bones. As per members of his species his coat is a dark, sandy brown in color with a lighter, beige coloring that starts at his chin, moves down his chest, to his inner thighs and goes along the underside of his long, thick tail. His hair is a deep, charcoal black in color and has grown rather long recently. He is often seen tying it up into a messy topknot or into a hasty bun. Due to an injury he sustained while being tested on, his right eye's is a milky blue in color and completely blind. His other eye, is a dark blue and functions just fine. staring out at his nose and rimming his mouth is a line of what one consider longer-than-normal black whiskers, giving him the impression of having a small beard and mustache. As for body shape, he certainly isn't the most attractive guy out there. Being a scholar was never much of a physical activity, and because of that; he has a bit of potbelly on his midsection, but other than that he is leanly muscled, especially in his large and powerful legs. He has a serious issue with walking, preferring to literally hop everywhere he needs to go.
For clothes, the kangaroo chooses things that are typical of his religion as well as his cultural preferences. He often dresses in ankle-length robes and over-robes, or a long shirt and pair of pants if nothing else is clean or available at the moment. For headwear he prefers the typical white Saudi ghutra and egal; or male headscarf and headband. The headscarf has two holes cut into it to allow his long ears free range of movement. He is also fancy to tie a turban around it, making it into a poofy-looking cowl with a tail he likes to wrap around his neck and drape over a shoulder. He also owns a long brown coat he wears when cold or when he wants to look somewhat dignified. If anything, he's a fan of clothing that is loose-fitting and gives him a somewhat free range of motion.
mental description: Mu'awiyah is one of the silent types. Well, if it weren't for requiring the artificial voicebox to speak, he probably wouldn't say much anyway. He is quiet and contemplative, preferring to be alone or in small groups, rather than get lost in the crowd. Despite his rather imposing attitude and silent countenance he is quite the charitable fellow, always willing to lend a helping paw to whomsoever needs one. He is no stranger to hard times, and understands when someone just needs a little help back onto their feet. Hidden behind that incredibly stern and silent countenance is a real sweetheart of a guy. 'Tis a shame he sort of took to himself as the preferred company over other people. He thinks other people don't understand him. If they only managed to get past the metallic, scrapey monotone voice of the artificial voicebox and his intellectual talks, one would find he is quite the loving person. Truth be told he would be considered a hopeless romantic at best, a sardonic intellectual at worst.
In accordance with that, he prefers action over words and has the bad habit of acting impulsively; whether it be for positive or negative reasons.
Being the scholarly type he is he can often be seen teaching at the masjid, even if no one comes. As long as the knowledge is there to be taught, he will gladly teach it to whomever listens. In his small room he keeps various empty books for writing down bits of information, as well as using them to help himself learn whatever information he can manage to pull out the plethora of books he unofficially owns. Mu'awiyah is also a fan of poetry and will often write down loads of it in other languages for his own amusement when bored.
roleplay sample:
He tilted his head at her first comment, not really understanding what she meant, or was trying to imply to him. "No...I'm sure you haven't..." he said softly to her. When she clutched and clung to him, he was understandably surprised by her actions, a bit startled by her sudden lunge at him. "Oh no..." he said, kneeling some and hugging her close to him. "You deserve it and more." he said with a soft smile. One of his paws tentatively reached up and gently stroked the back of her head as the other softly cradled her there. "No...you deserve it..." he reassured her again, holding her close to him.
He smiled a bit to himself despite all of this. She was so close to him, and her small body felt amazingly warm against hers. He'd never experienced something quite like this before.
(I'm so lame...yes Pandora; I used OUR roleplay as inspiration...um...plagarism...)
((Ew ew ew ew...this is just made of ew...))
