Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2011 16:27:33 GMT -6
Tell us about yourself, if you please.
Name/alias: Name/alias: Trin
Age:19
How long have you been RPing?: How long have you been RPing? Well on here not very much at all but on Fanfiction.net about 4.5 years at least but all in total b/c I have been on other forums like this about 6 ½ years
Do you have any other characters on the site? Kamaria
Your character: bare bones.
Name: Henry Ballad
Age: 42
Location: North Michigan, Bridge Blockade
Immune
Skills:
Chameleon
Hyperhemostasis
Status: Widower
Face Claim: Hugh Jackman
Picture:
Brief appearance description:
He stands about six feet two inches with long dark umber brown hair reaching an inch or so before his shoulders. He has sunlit olive skin. He has piercing hazel eyes with rings of jade on the outer edges of his iris (this gives his eyes a honey-like glow). He has smooth medium thin lips. His nose is large and Aquiline shaped. His eyelashes look nonexistent in comparison to his shaggy eyebrows. He has massive amounts of stubble but not large enough to be a mustache and/or a beard. He is honestly muscular and he also has a tough angular jaw that is softened at the times when he smiles (which believe you, me isn’t often).
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Let's really get inside their head...
Personality:
He is a Risk-taker who lives for the moment he’s in because he knows every moment could be the last. He has strong sense of responsibility and duty. He takes strong code of ethics that make him seemingly impossible to disagree with but even so he is easy to talk to when there is an dispute though the code is more so his own code. Loyal to his friends and as to his internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules of any others if they get in the way of getting something done. Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why life is the way it is and he has excellent skills with emotional things of others yet when he is asked about his own emotional struggle he turns cold and icy yet with a fiery self-hatred and self-loathing attitude. He is interested in and talented at making concerns about him undeceive or not noticeable. He feels cannot love himself or anyone because he cannot trust himself enough to love. He is currently usually detached, analytical and occasionally disconsolate; he also excels at finding solutions to hands-on problems. He commands attention to himself that his presence in a room is often scrutinized by how he takes life and death so seriously. He makes everything seem like life-and-death because to him it is a life or death struggle every day. This rare fairly off-handed humor of his is an often shocking way to release his grief.
Likes:
The smell of rain
Incenses that smell like the combination of rose jasmine and a hint a vanilla (The scents that bring bittersweet memories to him)
Chamomile Tea
Meditation
Motorcycles
When all else fails P226 Elite and cigarettes
Dislikes:
He has Eidetic Memory and he remembers everything he hates it he thinks of it as a curse
Drugs
His past
Strengths:
lithe reflexes
He’s a great marksman
He can dress a wound like nobody’s business
Weaknesses:
he needs an attitude adjustment every once in a while
He has fits of depression
(Feel free to slap him when he does so)
He sometimes lies about himself to make-up for things he’s lost
Family:
Mother:-Claudia Darkholm-Ballad(Carrier Deceased)
Father:- Markus Ballad(Immune Deceased)
Wife:- Briseis Marie Ballad(Immune- Deceased)
Daughters:- Myra Anne and Natalie Unna(Both Are alive but hidden away from Henry by Briseis’ parents and they are carriers)
History:
He was born and bred in Chicago, Illinois. He lived a great life though many disagreed with his parents’ way of life. You see Henry‘s parents Claudia and Markus were fairly wealthy and majority of their money came from Claudia’s side of the spectrum. She was a surgeon much Henry was to be when he grew older but she moonlighted as an informant of the United States. She spied on other countries and made sure the other country wasn’t going to destroy the U.S.; Markus did have a well-paid career as Business CEO in Chicago. Henry was rather fond of his parents for being successful. It wasn’t until the day came when Claudia didn’t come home from her ‘second job’. His father came home hoping to find his wife and son eating dinner but instead he found Henry making dinner and telling him Mommy isn’t home. Markus feared the worst for his wife knowing fully the risks and dangers that came with Claudia’s job. Markus was sure that he and Henry were going to be just fine though Markus called Henry into the bedroom one night after many nights with no such luck in finding Claudia. He told Henry that his mother may never come home. Though Henry was only eleven he still knew the ills of the world were to consume his longing for his mom. He hadn’t cried that night it was almost like he was deluding himself into thinking she would return.
A few brief years later Markus was remarried and to the eccentric billionaire CEO this seemed like a perfect chance for Henry and him to start over. Henry thought that this was a way for his father to romp out the feelings by marrying this other woman. Henry hated the fact that whenever his father forgot something i.e. birthday or eighth grade graduation he tried buying him things. Henry had, had enough of living with money. Henry went into his father’s room and started screaming at him to wake up but to no such luck Henry decided to leave the Ballad household and become a surgeon much like his late mother.
He gained a scholarship to Johns Hopkins in Maryland. Many months passed with a successful internship and one day a young patient named Briseis came to the OR the night. Henry was to accompany the lead surgeon replace the valve in the woman’s heart. After the successful surgery and two years of dating Henry proposed and He and Briseis were engaged. After this romantic night they were wed and ever so exultant and when they found out she was pregnant with twins even more happiness. Henry was not who her parents(mainly her mother) had in mind when she was to be married. But the day came for her heart surgery and Briseis who had been on the list for a new heart for three in half years. She was to finally get a new heart. Briseis hoped the babies would be okay drew up a will just in the case of her death. Her mother enraged by all things she had wrote in her will made a fake will and fabricated the truth when two weeks later there in Baltimore, Maryland the Mange Virus took ahold of Briseis though she was immune she was affected due to her new heart..
The doctors saved Myra and Natalie but were unable to save Briseis. Henry felt hatred for the doctors who told him the news. He barged in the NICU and went to see his daughters. He held his daughters for only twenty whole minutes before he was stripped of his custody. Briseis’ parents took the twins to the west coast with permission from a judge according to the fake will drawn up by Briseis’s mother. Henry moved back to Chicago heartbroken and alone. He tried finding faith in going home but to discover his father and stepmother were dead. He tried to kill himself but he decided against it for the confidence he would see his daughters again. He has found next to know help and yet he made sure that once he found help he would finally go to where his daughters are; California.
RP sample:
He started to meditate eyes open-wide. He tried clearing his thought but all that came to his mind was I need a cigarette . He thought of this bitterly. He had waited for the opportune moment to light up. He needed a cigarette. He knew he was addicted as long as he knew it and no one didn’t have to try to tell him he needed to go to goddamn meeting for it he’d be fine. He started to feel drowsy. Just breathe he kept thinking. Yeah breathe the toxins in He uncrossed his legs and pulled up. He sat back down and stretched his back. He arched his back and it popped in several places including his upper neck.
He stood and went to the door and exited. He felt the dying sun upon his skin. “The sun sets and the moon to rise…” He ran to the whole in ground and lifted from it a tin opening the rusted edges to find an envelope where he hid his cigarettes. He snuck two into his pockets and lit one up. Thank You Postmaster General. He chuckled at his thought. Soon it was all just ash and he dropped it to the ground and stomped it out. He headed back into the shelter of his tent. He lied down in his corner. He felt his eyelids grow heavy he soon decided to pass out if only for a few minutes. He felt a nudge to wake him. He refused and then a lick on the back of his neck jolted him awake. “What the hell?” his eyes focused. He then noticed what was licking him. A wolf cub. He smiled “I guess you think I am your mom huh?”
What do you think of this situation? "It could be worse".
Name/alias: Name/alias: Trin
Age:19
How long have you been RPing?: How long have you been RPing? Well on here not very much at all but on Fanfiction.net about 4.5 years at least but all in total b/c I have been on other forums like this about 6 ½ years
Do you have any other characters on the site? Kamaria
Your character: bare bones.
Name: Henry Ballad
Age: 42
Location: North Michigan, Bridge Blockade
Immune
Skills:
Chameleon
Hyperhemostasis
Status: Widower
Face Claim: Hugh Jackman
Picture:
Brief appearance description:
He stands about six feet two inches with long dark umber brown hair reaching an inch or so before his shoulders. He has sunlit olive skin. He has piercing hazel eyes with rings of jade on the outer edges of his iris (this gives his eyes a honey-like glow). He has smooth medium thin lips. His nose is large and Aquiline shaped. His eyelashes look nonexistent in comparison to his shaggy eyebrows. He has massive amounts of stubble but not large enough to be a mustache and/or a beard. He is honestly muscular and he also has a tough angular jaw that is softened at the times when he smiles (which believe you, me isn’t often).
Sexual Orientation: Hetero
Let's really get inside their head...
Personality:
He is a Risk-taker who lives for the moment he’s in because he knows every moment could be the last. He has strong sense of responsibility and duty. He takes strong code of ethics that make him seemingly impossible to disagree with but even so he is easy to talk to when there is an dispute though the code is more so his own code. Loyal to his friends and as to his internal value systems, but not overly concerned with respecting laws and rules of any others if they get in the way of getting something done. Quiet and reserved, interested in how and why life is the way it is and he has excellent skills with emotional things of others yet when he is asked about his own emotional struggle he turns cold and icy yet with a fiery self-hatred and self-loathing attitude. He is interested in and talented at making concerns about him undeceive or not noticeable. He feels cannot love himself or anyone because he cannot trust himself enough to love. He is currently usually detached, analytical and occasionally disconsolate; he also excels at finding solutions to hands-on problems. He commands attention to himself that his presence in a room is often scrutinized by how he takes life and death so seriously. He makes everything seem like life-and-death because to him it is a life or death struggle every day. This rare fairly off-handed humor of his is an often shocking way to release his grief.
Likes:
The smell of rain
Incenses that smell like the combination of rose jasmine and a hint a vanilla (The scents that bring bittersweet memories to him)
Chamomile Tea
Meditation
Motorcycles
When all else fails P226 Elite and cigarettes
Dislikes:
He has Eidetic Memory and he remembers everything he hates it he thinks of it as a curse
Drugs
His past
Strengths:
lithe reflexes
He’s a great marksman
He can dress a wound like nobody’s business
Weaknesses:
he needs an attitude adjustment every once in a while
He has fits of depression
(Feel free to slap him when he does so)
He sometimes lies about himself to make-up for things he’s lost
Family:
Mother:-Claudia Darkholm-Ballad(Carrier Deceased)
Father:- Markus Ballad(Immune Deceased)
Wife:- Briseis Marie Ballad(Immune- Deceased)
Daughters:- Myra Anne and Natalie Unna(Both Are alive but hidden away from Henry by Briseis’ parents and they are carriers)
History:
He was born and bred in Chicago, Illinois. He lived a great life though many disagreed with his parents’ way of life. You see Henry‘s parents Claudia and Markus were fairly wealthy and majority of their money came from Claudia’s side of the spectrum. She was a surgeon much Henry was to be when he grew older but she moonlighted as an informant of the United States. She spied on other countries and made sure the other country wasn’t going to destroy the U.S.; Markus did have a well-paid career as Business CEO in Chicago. Henry was rather fond of his parents for being successful. It wasn’t until the day came when Claudia didn’t come home from her ‘second job’. His father came home hoping to find his wife and son eating dinner but instead he found Henry making dinner and telling him Mommy isn’t home. Markus feared the worst for his wife knowing fully the risks and dangers that came with Claudia’s job. Markus was sure that he and Henry were going to be just fine though Markus called Henry into the bedroom one night after many nights with no such luck in finding Claudia. He told Henry that his mother may never come home. Though Henry was only eleven he still knew the ills of the world were to consume his longing for his mom. He hadn’t cried that night it was almost like he was deluding himself into thinking she would return.
A few brief years later Markus was remarried and to the eccentric billionaire CEO this seemed like a perfect chance for Henry and him to start over. Henry thought that this was a way for his father to romp out the feelings by marrying this other woman. Henry hated the fact that whenever his father forgot something i.e. birthday or eighth grade graduation he tried buying him things. Henry had, had enough of living with money. Henry went into his father’s room and started screaming at him to wake up but to no such luck Henry decided to leave the Ballad household and become a surgeon much like his late mother.
He gained a scholarship to Johns Hopkins in Maryland. Many months passed with a successful internship and one day a young patient named Briseis came to the OR the night. Henry was to accompany the lead surgeon replace the valve in the woman’s heart. After the successful surgery and two years of dating Henry proposed and He and Briseis were engaged. After this romantic night they were wed and ever so exultant and when they found out she was pregnant with twins even more happiness. Henry was not who her parents(mainly her mother) had in mind when she was to be married. But the day came for her heart surgery and Briseis who had been on the list for a new heart for three in half years. She was to finally get a new heart. Briseis hoped the babies would be okay drew up a will just in the case of her death. Her mother enraged by all things she had wrote in her will made a fake will and fabricated the truth when two weeks later there in Baltimore, Maryland the Mange Virus took ahold of Briseis though she was immune she was affected due to her new heart..
The doctors saved Myra and Natalie but were unable to save Briseis. Henry felt hatred for the doctors who told him the news. He barged in the NICU and went to see his daughters. He held his daughters for only twenty whole minutes before he was stripped of his custody. Briseis’ parents took the twins to the west coast with permission from a judge according to the fake will drawn up by Briseis’s mother. Henry moved back to Chicago heartbroken and alone. He tried finding faith in going home but to discover his father and stepmother were dead. He tried to kill himself but he decided against it for the confidence he would see his daughters again. He has found next to know help and yet he made sure that once he found help he would finally go to where his daughters are; California.
RP sample:
He started to meditate eyes open-wide. He tried clearing his thought but all that came to his mind was I need a cigarette . He thought of this bitterly. He had waited for the opportune moment to light up. He needed a cigarette. He knew he was addicted as long as he knew it and no one didn’t have to try to tell him he needed to go to goddamn meeting for it he’d be fine. He started to feel drowsy. Just breathe he kept thinking. Yeah breathe the toxins in He uncrossed his legs and pulled up. He sat back down and stretched his back. He arched his back and it popped in several places including his upper neck.
He stood and went to the door and exited. He felt the dying sun upon his skin. “The sun sets and the moon to rise…” He ran to the whole in ground and lifted from it a tin opening the rusted edges to find an envelope where he hid his cigarettes. He snuck two into his pockets and lit one up. Thank You Postmaster General. He chuckled at his thought. Soon it was all just ash and he dropped it to the ground and stomped it out. He headed back into the shelter of his tent. He lied down in his corner. He felt his eyelids grow heavy he soon decided to pass out if only for a few minutes. He felt a nudge to wake him. He refused and then a lick on the back of his neck jolted him awake. “What the hell?” his eyes focused. He then noticed what was licking him. A wolf cub. He smiled “I guess you think I am your mom huh?”
What do you think of this situation? "It could be worse".