Post by dorianalderman on Jun 22, 2012 18:46:10 GMT -5
...dorian michael alderman*
*my decrees are mine to interperet*
[/size]*my decrees are mine to interperet*
...basics*
name dorian michael alderman
nickname ian. or, if you don't know him, his surname will do.
age 37
gender male
hometown jersey city
sexuality mostly heterosexual
personification oberon
status dormant
face claim adrien brody
...appearance*
hair color black-brown
eye color hazel
build tall, slender, medium.
height 6'2"
clothing style vintage; retro chic.
distinctive traits height; aquiline nose; broad shoulders.
...personal*
personality
Dorian Alderman seems like a man that could bee hard to predict. On one end, he is understanding and affectionate. On the other, he seems brash and demanding, almost to the point of cruelty. A brief analysis, however, would dispel either of these as being singularly true. They are both facets of his personality, and they play off one another to encompass the psyche of a ravenous yet judicious business tycoon.
Above all, he is a leader. Alderman does not, to use the old adage, want improvements. He wants results. He demands them. And he will do almost anything to exterminate any obstacles standing in his way, at whatever the cost. He does not, under any circumstances, take no for an answer. Alderman sees what he wants, and he gets it by whatever means necessary.
However, he is also understanding and affectionate—a strange foil to the more harsh, rugged facets of his personality. If someone is in trouble, he'll help them. Not until he's had a good laugh first, but he'll help. Honest. He's not that bad of a guy.
Finally, Alderman's sexual orientation is extremely questionable. Though he identifies as predominantly heterosexual, he has been known to engage in sexual activities with other men. He and his wife seem to be in a sort of open relationship, and while the tabloids may try to eat him alive for it, there is no conclusive proof for them to say so.
past
AT LEAST THREE PARAGRAPHS
-- we want to know all about your character's past. where did they grow up? what were they taught? who were their friends? did they move a lot, not at all, just once; how did they feel about this? again, you may write these paragraphs in whatever way you feel is best but please have them be at least five sentences each.
present
AT LEAST TWO PARAGRAPHS
-- how did your character end up in new york? what do they think of the school they are attending, or the place they work? do they still keep in touch with their family? if they are awakened, how are they handling it? once more, at least five sentences!
family
PARENTS AND SIBLINGS
-- no need to elaborate so much on this. you can list them (relation, age, job) or write a paragraph on them.
likes AT LEAST FIVE
dislikes AT LEAST FIVE
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title TEXT HERE
backstory A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOUR CANON'S PART IN THE STORY. ONE-TWO PARAPGRAPH
...roleplayer*
name bethy
age 18
gender female
rp experience 6+ years
how you found ouac TEXT HERE
rp sample
When he'd awoken that morning, a light grey layer of overcast clung to the sky, blocking out any blue that might have otherwise poked its bright and smiling head out to greet the earth. Ted had sat up and stretched, and after a light breakfast consisting of two pop-tarts and a cup of black tea, a buzz from his phone served to remind him that, today, he needed to go to the library. So he got dressed quickly, grabbed his shoulder bag and he was out the door for the short walk into town.
Libraries were a strange predicament for him—they always had been. For most people, the idea of a dyslexic person being able to have published a successful book made them laugh. Truth be told, having mild dyslexia had once made life an incredible struggle for him. Having grown able to cope with it, the only real things he struggled with nowadays were prescriptions and doing his taxes. Luckily, he wasn't on much medication at any given time, and he had an accountant to file his taxes for him. Still, reading new material, such as something he might find at the local library, sometimes served a challenge, especially if he chose material with which he was not familiar.
It started to rain when he was about twenty feet from the library door. Frantically, Teddy ran as fast as he could, to keep his computer, paper and pens from getting wet. Way to go, Washington, but he really couldn't expect any less. He was only a little damp when he got inside, panting a little from the sudden exertion but otherwise fine. He was inside, and he just stood there for a bit, gazing at row upon row upon selves upon shelves of his book, all there for him to ravish, to tear apart intellectually, to feed his soul and enhance his craft. It was exciting.
Except for the fact that he really had no idea what he was looking for. He'd just come for the atmosphere. He found it much easier to write in the library, with the smell of books completely emanating, washing over, surrounding him, saturating him to the core. He stepped forward, then remembered. He reached into his shoulder bag and pulled out a few books, some old, some new, but all well-read and ready to be returned. He approached the desk, where a dark-haired girl seemed to be going about her duties. He knew her as the librarian, but he was unfamiliar with her, as they didn't talk much.
“Hallo,” he said, his German accent faded but still very present in his speech inflections, “I've got to return these.”
