Post by faryle on Jun 24, 2010 22:27:54 GMT -5
(Will probably finish this by next week... either that or early July, so bear with me.
...basics*
...appearance*
...personal*
...literature*
...roleplayer*
...Derek Andrew Coor*
*catchy phrase pertaining to character*
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...basics*
name Derek Coor
nickname Derk, Hairball, Cat Crap
age 23
gender Male
grade College Senior
hometown Alberta, Canada
sexuality Somewhat homo
personification Scar
face claim Claudio Sanchez
...appearance*
hair color Black
eye color Brown
build Muscular, but not too bulky
height Six feet, three inches
clothing style Plain black and gray, with a little bit of tan every once in a while
distinctive traits TEXT HERE
...personal*
personality AT LEAST THREE PARAGRAPHS
past AT LEAST THREE PARAGRAPHS
present AT LEAST TWO PARAGRAPHS
family PARENTS AND SIBLINGS
likes AT LEAST FIVE
dislikes AT LEAST FIVE
other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title The Lion King
backstory Scar, the merciless tyrant, is Mufassa's jealous brother who seeks nothing more than to overthrow him and become king. He is barely satisfied with the clan of hyenas he leads, so he tempts them to join him in exchange for a lifetime supply of meat. They eagerly agree (in accompaniment with a brief Nazi march), and Scar sets his sights on the first part of the plan, which is to murder Mufassa and Simba.
Well, it appeared to work, but when Simba turned out to have survived the wildebeast stampede that took his father's life, Scar threatens Simba to run away from the pride forever or face certain death (at least, something like that) while Scar's plan to rule the pride steadily unfolds...
...roleplayer*
name Furryl
age 14
gender Female
rp experience Several years
how you found ouac Shameless Neopets advertising
rp sample When Conjus and the woman entered the house, it now became clear that there was something vaguely familiar about this woman, most dominantly her hair. It was clear, now that it was in light, who she was related to, or possibly who she could be the mother of...
"Oh, Conjus, this is beautiful," Geneva exclaimed, looking around the small shack in awe.
"Well, it's not THAT beautiful. It's not the palace or anything..." Conjus muttered sheepishly, looking down at the ground and blushing. "It's just a little shack..."
"It may look shabby, but it really is beautiful, just like you, Darling," Geneva corrected for Conjus, kissing him on the cheek before dancing toward the small living room, looking around. She was completely fascinated by her surroundings.
"So... now about my little devil," Conjus stated, beckoning her to come with him up the staircase, Geneva obediently following.
Conjus led Geneva through a hallway until he stopped at a door near the end of the hallway. Knocking on it a few times, he carefully opened the door until the room was clearly visible. It was not a child's room, but it wasn't completely an adult room, either. And when Ems would look at the bed, she would see a figure on the bed who would have been considered anything but a child. He looked about Nathan's age, and he was laying on his back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling before Conjus tapped on the door again, getting his attention.
"Geneva, this is Moor. Moor, I'd like you to meet my bride, Geneva Varible," Conjus stated clearly to his son, whom he expected to simply nod and wave at the guest. But the young man had sort of a different gleam in his eye, almost as if he seemed... fascinated with the woman. Not taking his eye off her, he nodded and stated, "Hello."
"Moor?" Geneva repeated, and then she started to walk in the room before asking, "Do you mind?"
"No, I do not," the older Moor replied, and Ems would all-too-clearly see the mischevious gleam in his eye.
Geneva then sat on the bed next to him, examining him carefully.
"Why, you're a handsome young man," Geneva complimented upon taking a closer look at him. Indeed, Moor had grown more handsome compared to the ugly-yet-cute child he had been, especially with his one eye. She would also notice that he would have been wearing a different eyepatch - this one being a circle with a somewhat small wedge being cut out of it. His hair had grown much darker, looking more maroon than ever before, and it was cut short, with his bangs turned up.
Moor paused for a moment, and then he smiled gently and stated, "Thank you. You're not bad-looking yourself."
Conjus shot him a warning glance as if he knew what would be coming up within the next several weeks...
