Post by shay on Nov 14, 2011 0:08:42 GMT -5
...Edward Roderick Byron*
* You would say, I should have been superior to circumstances; so I should -- so I should; but you see I was not. *
[/size]* You would say, I should have been superior to circumstances; so I should -- so I should; but you see I was not. *
...basics*
name Edward Roderick Byron
nickname None to speak of.
age 30
gender Male
grade Not applicable, though he has been occasionally convinced to come in and guest lecture for business students at the schools. Occasionally. He doesn’t much care for children (or teenagers).
hometown Great Falls, Virginia
sexuality Decidedly and actively heterosexual, one might say.
personification Mr. Rochester
status Dormant
face claim Richard Armitage
...appearance*
hair color His hair is dark, dark enough to be black under indoor sorts of lights, but with just a touch of brown that comes out in the sun. It’s hard to say that it’s an appealing color, really, but it is striking, certainly.
eye color Blue, almost, but in a way that leans more to the greys than any other shade.
build He’s a bit barrel chested, wider in the shoulders than some might find particularly attractive. There’s an athleticism to his movements, though, the kind of gait that often comes with someone who’s generally very confident in themselves and sees no reason to hide it. It would be a stretch to say he’s graceful, but he certainly does seem to inhabit all of himself well.
height 6’1”
clothing style Edward has always come from money and, more importantly, from a family that was intent on letting the world know it had money. His style carries over from this in many ways. Although he’d prefer just to wear a clean pair of dark jeans and a button up shirt on any given day (and often does when he doesn’t have work matters to deal with), he also owns more ties and suits than most normal people would admit to having. He doesn’t much care for them, but that’s just the way of the business world, isn’t it?
distinctive traits The most distinctive traits of Edward’s are in his face. He is almost all angles—square cheekbones, broad and sharp face, prominent eyebrows. Not very welcoming, to be sure, but definitely the sort of features that would separate him from a crowd to someone who might be looking.
...personal*
personality
Sharp as a knife, self-destructive, magnetic, has refined social graces, moody, jaded, potential to be passionate
Maybe once upon a time Edward could have been the sort of person to passionately throw himself into causes for the greater good. He has the passion, the sort of fervent energy for things he finds important that could have easily lead him to be one of those people who devotes their life to charity work or becoming a doctor or something equally as beneficial to society. But not in this life. In this life Edward is, instead, a man who is well aware of his flaws and shortcomings and has gotten to the point where he’s decided to accept them rather than to try to better himself for some sort of future that, frankly, doesn’t seem worth it. While some people might admire his ‘live in the moment’ idealism, it does have to be noted that it comes from a sort of jaded view of the world as a whole rather than some naïve ‘seize the day’ mentality.
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
Father: Roger Byron Sr., deceased.
Mother: Charlotte Byron, deceased.
Older brother: Roger Byron Jr., deceased.
Wife: Bellatrix Byron
likes
+ His personal freedom. He rarely seems to settle in one place for long, preferring very much to keep himself to himself and to come and go as he pleases.
+ Drinking. Not the most savory habit, sure, but no one would argue that it doesn’t help.
+ Bantering. Some people might like only hearing complimentary things or talking about safe subjects, but he prefers a little pull in his chats.
+ Dogs, which he likes more than most people, to be honest.
+ Outdoor activities. He used to camp more when he had more free time, but he still tries to hike and get outside regularly.
dislikes
+ People who can’t keep up with him. Which is rather unfair, as he’s pretty highly educated and will, sometimes, talk about things well outside of another person’s comfort range while knowing he’s doing it.
+ His family, regardless of the fact that they’re all dead now. There was very little love lost there.
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other notes TEXT HERE
...literature*
book title Jane Eyre
backstory A BRIEF SUMMARY OF YOUR CANON'S PART IN THE STORY. ONE-TWO PARAPGRAPH
...roleplayer*
name shay
age 22
gender female
rp experience a lot, years and years x)
how you found ouac google, actually
rp sample
Jay had never been a particularly good judge of time. More often than not she was late, if she remembered to show up for an appointment at all, but when things were important, when it had been stressed to her how crucial it was that she actually arrive, she found that she often made her appearance hours too early. Although her phone call with Nathan had left her with more questions than he had actually answered, she could tell that this was one of those situations when she needed to be reliable andthus she’d decided to leave for Atlantic City sooner rather than later—sooner, of course, being almost as soon as she’d rolled out of bed around nine that morning.
She had, unfortunately, failed to take into account that Nathan wouldn’t even be up during the day until well after she’d hit the road. By the time this occurred to her—and it was a concept she was still struggling with in general, remembering that her younger brother was not quite so human as he had been a few years back, not that there was anything wrong with this—she was too far along to turn back and well into her ‘zen driving state’ that made mini road trips like this so enjoyable. Her windows were down (to compensate for the broken AC that made her car unbearably stuffy, even in the fall), the radio was up (to some new station she didn’t recognize that was playing some kind of folk music she didn’t know, but could fully embrace), and she’d remembered to grab her sunglasses before she’d vacated her studio apartment. Life was, in a word, good, even if she did end up rolling to Atlantic City around noon.
Although Jay liked to travel around, she hadn’t spent a great deal of time in Atlantic City before and thus hadn’t the faintest idea where to go to kill time. This, however, hardly bothered her, as she’d been stranded far stranger places for much longer and had always managed to entertain herself then. The key was, she’d realized, to pick a spot, park your car, and just go out and walk, so she did just that.
The wind was nippy that afternoon, nippy enough anyway that as Jay walked down the street she’d meandered to her hands automatically felt for her jacket pockets. She was not what one might call a ‘regular’ smoker (which she claimed was for ‘cost’ reasons but was really because she didn’t much fancy the taste) , but on days like that one, especially when she didn’t have any real goal for her time, she occasionally whipped out a cigarette… or she would have had she thought to bring any.
Patting down her black leather jacket pockets, she frowned and then remembered. Kyle had taken the rest of her last pack… or, well, she’d given it to him, but still, the fact of the matter was that the pack was gone and she was smokeless and it was chilly and she felt her previously chipper mood dampening slightly as she continued down the block past the old theater.
Fortunately, providence or fate or some outside force must have sensed her frustration as she rounded the corner and caught sight of a young man smoking a cigarette just outside one of the theater entrances. Without the hesitation a normal person might have used approaching a stranger in a strange city, Jay crossed over, waving as she walked and spoke in her welcoming, sing-song greeting, “Hi! Um… would you mind if I bummed a cigarette?”
