Post by Darius on Mar 19, 2008 15:32:28 GMT -5
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Real Name: Darius Hara
Nickname: N/A
Age: 15
Birthday: March 13th
Appearance[/size]
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair: A medium-brown that's a medium-length. He has bangs that go outwards on either side.
Eyes: A bright green/teal
Skin Tone: Light; slightly tanned.
Body Details:
Standing at 5'6" and weighing in at 120 pounds, Darius' body proportions are average. His favored attire would probably be his white dress-shirt with a small collar. Over that is a similar, unbottoned, black dresscoat. He has a belt with a silver buckle that supports the similar black dress pants. He usually dresses formally versus casually because he feels more mature doing so. His hair is a color that leans toward a light brown, and is of medium-length. Discluding his bangs, his hair reaches for the base of his neck. His heavy bangs mostly casually sway out to either side of his face. The parts of his bangs that don't sway out can touch his jaw line. His eyes are pretty bright, and its hard to tell whether they're a light green or teal, especially in the light.
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Personality[/size]
History:
Darius was born prematurely along with his twin sister, Melodie on a rain-infested night at a local hospital. His mother gave birth to her children naturally, without any drugs to cease the pain. This put a tremendous strain on her body and she nearly lost her life. Darius was born first, his sister following him merely seconds later. Their deceased father wasn't present at their birth. He had died to cancer only months before, at the age of 25. When Melodie was born, she wouldn't breathe and doctors had to act quickly and drain the fluid in her lungs and check if one of them collapsed. She was suffering from RDS, or Respitory Distress Syndrome. Darius, meanwhile, got Pneumonia. Luckily, both of them made it through the night with their mother's prayers. They were both hooked up to oxygen and seemed to be very sick. Their mother, Georgia, wanted nothing more than for her babies to live and to hold them in her arms. About two weeks later, she was able to do just that. The two had overcome their birth complications and were now healthy. Georgia was relieved.
Growing up, Darius and his sister did everything together and it was rare to see them apart. It was obvious they loved each other very much, more so than it seems for bickering siblings. Darius usually got excellent grades, and was the star of his sports teams. He was friendly and friends with everyone, and soon, he was swept away and began moving away from his sister. His mother even praised him and gave him 'special treatment.' Melodie, naturally, was dissapointed and jealous. She got average grades, did okay in sports, and was a shy type of person. It eventually came to a point where Darius hardly talked to his sister. She was sad. Darius had everything and anything. It had all gone to his head and he began to forget the importance of family. Little did he know that in one night, his eyes would be opened and he would see what he had taken for granted be torn away from him in a single night.
On the night of Feburary 25th, Melodie and her mother had gone shopping, spending a rare mother-daughter day together. They were taking the back roads with bags and the such crammed into the trunk of the car and the backseats. A male hitchhiker stuck his thumb up as Georgia approached him. Maybe it was the fog on the windshield, or maybe it was her imagination, but she could've sworn that the man looked exactly like her deceased husband. What she didn't know about as she screeched to a stop was the gun hidden under his coat. After exchanging greetings and the destination, they sped off. Melodie fidgeted in her seat uncomfortably as Darius refused to eat or do anything back at their neighbors house. It only took about a mile for the hitchiker to pull out his handgun and kill both Georgia and Melodie.
Darius was brought to the scene of the crime by his panicked neighbor and was shocked when the truth was confirmed. He first saw his sister's face, bloody and deformed. He screamed and shouted, trying to get to her, but strong arms restrained him. He screamed, cried, kicked, and begged, but nothing would release the arms around his. Thankfully, he didn't see his mother's face, for it was hidden behind a body bag. He was especially close to his mother. Darius suddenly felt alone and at 14, dropped out of school. He's been hiding from foster homes and was on the run. Eventually he found Sherry-ville and settled there, knowing he was safe for the moment.
Personality:
Darius is realistic and serious. He doesn't take into account any 'what if's' or fantasy, and only listens to fact. He doesn't exactly have a creative imagination, but he makes up for that in his intelligence. Since he was young, he was always the smartest in his class. This came naturally to him, and Darius enjoys reading to expand his knowledge. He hardly smiles, but he has personality. He can be sarcastic at times and maybe a little teasing, but he doesn't intentionally hurt anyone. In fact, he tries to cheer people up whenever he can. He hates to see people sad or alone, and will break from his hard shell to provide support for that person.
Though Darius can easily help others, he cannot trust them. Even if they seem like his best friend, he just can't bring himself to trust them at all. He tends to think of others as inferior to himself, making it difficult for him to following a Gang Leader's orders. He is loyal, though, and will most likely will do as he's told. Not without a remark, however. Darius hates to lose and is very competitive, thus his reason for joining a gang. He enjoys the suspense and rivalry, and honestly, he doesn't want it to end. It gives an edge on his life, as well as a purpose. He's pretty athletic, but doesn't have a lot of strength. He prefers not to exert himself, finding it as a waste of time and energy. He is also somewhat of an insomniac, because he is scared of nightmares, as well as the dark. He enjoys to watch sunsets and often takes his time to relax rather than train. Darius will also let no one touch him, no matter the situation.
Weakness:
Good Points:
Can connect with other people whom have had a bad childhood, is realistic, intelligent, is loyal, and is athletic (speed).
Bad Points:
Cannot trust anyone, is overconfident, hates to lose, insomniac, isn't dedicate in battle, and won't let anyone touch him.
Other Details:
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Sample Rp: [From another RP site]
One, two, three four... There were eight of them. Eight cracks in the section of wood that Caine's blue eyes seemed glued to, transfixed, as if the wood were a wonderous new object, or perhaps one of those paintings you couldn't tear your eyes from. Quite frankly, the boy was in a daze, exhausted and sore. The smallest movement, even the twitch of his finger, would threaten his facial muscles to tighten and in turn forcing him to wince. But he didn't want to show his discomfort, even if this was just an old, poor town. There was really nothing to do around here, was there? You didn't see elders playing games with each other or children playing in the streets. Everyone was working and doing their best to keep up with the demand of money. Caine could tell most of them were failing because their homes were inadequate. At least, to his standards.
Finally, after have waited at least ten minutes, a slender, stone cup was placed beside Caine. He blinked to force himself out of the stare and sat up straighter, reaching over the table for his drink. He knew of the poverty of the village, and for a second, almost hesitating drinking the tea he had ordered. But the burning in his throat roared at him to drink it , and he did. The green tea tasted fine, and even if it didn't, Caine probably wouldn't have cared. Once finished, Caine slid the coins on the table and stood up slowly, so not to upset his muscles. Without a word, he exited the tea shop, lifting the flap that served as a substitute for a door.
As he walked out, he was forced to squint at the sunlight. Before he had gone in, it was a bit cloudy, but apparently he had been in there long enough for the clouds to clear. Caine sighed and touched his pocket. His money was still there... all of it. Caine had done this often, for he had been to this town before and knew all too well that thieves rotted the streets. Their actions were to be frowned upon, but Caine couldn't blame them. After all, how else were they supposed to get money. Especially the kids? Speaking of which... Caine saw a child, a little girl about the age of six, pick up a substantial amount of money that a foreigner must've dropped. The girl snatched it off the dirt ground and headed off, in Caine's direction. As she was about to pass the blond, Caine reached out and stopped the girl at her shoulder. At first, the girl seemed shocked and looked up at Caine in disbelief and dissapointment. Caine gave the girl a look that had 'You know better.' written all over it. The girl frowned, tears threatening to build up in her eyes. She handed the money to Caine, who took it gently. "Who?" He asked, and the girl pointed to what looked like an elf. Caine gave a reassuring smile to the girl and pulled out the extra money he had, handing it to her. She smiled a thanks and headed off. Caine sort of hoped he had the money to match the elf's, but he was sure what he had offered would help.
Approaching the elf, Caine could tell she was not quite familiar with the town. She seemed a bit annoyed, but Caine couldn't blame her. After all, being an elf in a human village was sure to be uncomfortable. "Excuse me," Caine announced once he was in earshot. "But I believe this is yours." He held out the money in his black, finger-less glove.
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Real Name: Darius Hara
Nickname: N/A
Age: 15
Birthday: March 13th
Appearance[/size]
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 120 lbs.
Hair: A medium-brown that's a medium-length. He has bangs that go outwards on either side.
Eyes: A bright green/teal
Skin Tone: Light; slightly tanned.
Body Details:
Standing at 5'6" and weighing in at 120 pounds, Darius' body proportions are average. His favored attire would probably be his white dress-shirt with a small collar. Over that is a similar, unbottoned, black dresscoat. He has a belt with a silver buckle that supports the similar black dress pants. He usually dresses formally versus casually because he feels more mature doing so. His hair is a color that leans toward a light brown, and is of medium-length. Discluding his bangs, his hair reaches for the base of his neck. His heavy bangs mostly casually sway out to either side of his face. The parts of his bangs that don't sway out can touch his jaw line. His eyes are pretty bright, and its hard to tell whether they're a light green or teal, especially in the light.
Picture: i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg277/Abyss_94/asb.jpg
Personality[/size]
History:
Darius was born prematurely along with his twin sister, Melodie on a rain-infested night at a local hospital. His mother gave birth to her children naturally, without any drugs to cease the pain. This put a tremendous strain on her body and she nearly lost her life. Darius was born first, his sister following him merely seconds later. Their deceased father wasn't present at their birth. He had died to cancer only months before, at the age of 25. When Melodie was born, she wouldn't breathe and doctors had to act quickly and drain the fluid in her lungs and check if one of them collapsed. She was suffering from RDS, or Respitory Distress Syndrome. Darius, meanwhile, got Pneumonia. Luckily, both of them made it through the night with their mother's prayers. They were both hooked up to oxygen and seemed to be very sick. Their mother, Georgia, wanted nothing more than for her babies to live and to hold them in her arms. About two weeks later, she was able to do just that. The two had overcome their birth complications and were now healthy. Georgia was relieved.
Growing up, Darius and his sister did everything together and it was rare to see them apart. It was obvious they loved each other very much, more so than it seems for bickering siblings. Darius usually got excellent grades, and was the star of his sports teams. He was friendly and friends with everyone, and soon, he was swept away and began moving away from his sister. His mother even praised him and gave him 'special treatment.' Melodie, naturally, was dissapointed and jealous. She got average grades, did okay in sports, and was a shy type of person. It eventually came to a point where Darius hardly talked to his sister. She was sad. Darius had everything and anything. It had all gone to his head and he began to forget the importance of family. Little did he know that in one night, his eyes would be opened and he would see what he had taken for granted be torn away from him in a single night.
On the night of Feburary 25th, Melodie and her mother had gone shopping, spending a rare mother-daughter day together. They were taking the back roads with bags and the such crammed into the trunk of the car and the backseats. A male hitchhiker stuck his thumb up as Georgia approached him. Maybe it was the fog on the windshield, or maybe it was her imagination, but she could've sworn that the man looked exactly like her deceased husband. What she didn't know about as she screeched to a stop was the gun hidden under his coat. After exchanging greetings and the destination, they sped off. Melodie fidgeted in her seat uncomfortably as Darius refused to eat or do anything back at their neighbors house. It only took about a mile for the hitchiker to pull out his handgun and kill both Georgia and Melodie.
Darius was brought to the scene of the crime by his panicked neighbor and was shocked when the truth was confirmed. He first saw his sister's face, bloody and deformed. He screamed and shouted, trying to get to her, but strong arms restrained him. He screamed, cried, kicked, and begged, but nothing would release the arms around his. Thankfully, he didn't see his mother's face, for it was hidden behind a body bag. He was especially close to his mother. Darius suddenly felt alone and at 14, dropped out of school. He's been hiding from foster homes and was on the run. Eventually he found Sherry-ville and settled there, knowing he was safe for the moment.
Personality:
Darius is realistic and serious. He doesn't take into account any 'what if's' or fantasy, and only listens to fact. He doesn't exactly have a creative imagination, but he makes up for that in his intelligence. Since he was young, he was always the smartest in his class. This came naturally to him, and Darius enjoys reading to expand his knowledge. He hardly smiles, but he has personality. He can be sarcastic at times and maybe a little teasing, but he doesn't intentionally hurt anyone. In fact, he tries to cheer people up whenever he can. He hates to see people sad or alone, and will break from his hard shell to provide support for that person.
Though Darius can easily help others, he cannot trust them. Even if they seem like his best friend, he just can't bring himself to trust them at all. He tends to think of others as inferior to himself, making it difficult for him to following a Gang Leader's orders. He is loyal, though, and will most likely will do as he's told. Not without a remark, however. Darius hates to lose and is very competitive, thus his reason for joining a gang. He enjoys the suspense and rivalry, and honestly, he doesn't want it to end. It gives an edge on his life, as well as a purpose. He's pretty athletic, but doesn't have a lot of strength. He prefers not to exert himself, finding it as a waste of time and energy. He is also somewhat of an insomniac, because he is scared of nightmares, as well as the dark. He enjoys to watch sunsets and often takes his time to relax rather than train. Darius will also let no one touch him, no matter the situation.
Weakness:
- The dark
- Lonely/sad people
- Nightmares
- Strength
- Overconfidence
- Fear
Good Points:
Can connect with other people whom have had a bad childhood, is realistic, intelligent, is loyal, and is athletic (speed).
Bad Points:
Cannot trust anyone, is overconfident, hates to lose, insomniac, isn't dedicate in battle, and won't let anyone touch him.
Other Details:
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Sample Rp: [From another RP site]
One, two, three four... There were eight of them. Eight cracks in the section of wood that Caine's blue eyes seemed glued to, transfixed, as if the wood were a wonderous new object, or perhaps one of those paintings you couldn't tear your eyes from. Quite frankly, the boy was in a daze, exhausted and sore. The smallest movement, even the twitch of his finger, would threaten his facial muscles to tighten and in turn forcing him to wince. But he didn't want to show his discomfort, even if this was just an old, poor town. There was really nothing to do around here, was there? You didn't see elders playing games with each other or children playing in the streets. Everyone was working and doing their best to keep up with the demand of money. Caine could tell most of them were failing because their homes were inadequate. At least, to his standards.
Finally, after have waited at least ten minutes, a slender, stone cup was placed beside Caine. He blinked to force himself out of the stare and sat up straighter, reaching over the table for his drink. He knew of the poverty of the village, and for a second, almost hesitating drinking the tea he had ordered. But the burning in his throat roared at him to drink it , and he did. The green tea tasted fine, and even if it didn't, Caine probably wouldn't have cared. Once finished, Caine slid the coins on the table and stood up slowly, so not to upset his muscles. Without a word, he exited the tea shop, lifting the flap that served as a substitute for a door.
As he walked out, he was forced to squint at the sunlight. Before he had gone in, it was a bit cloudy, but apparently he had been in there long enough for the clouds to clear. Caine sighed and touched his pocket. His money was still there... all of it. Caine had done this often, for he had been to this town before and knew all too well that thieves rotted the streets. Their actions were to be frowned upon, but Caine couldn't blame them. After all, how else were they supposed to get money. Especially the kids? Speaking of which... Caine saw a child, a little girl about the age of six, pick up a substantial amount of money that a foreigner must've dropped. The girl snatched it off the dirt ground and headed off, in Caine's direction. As she was about to pass the blond, Caine reached out and stopped the girl at her shoulder. At first, the girl seemed shocked and looked up at Caine in disbelief and dissapointment. Caine gave the girl a look that had 'You know better.' written all over it. The girl frowned, tears threatening to build up in her eyes. She handed the money to Caine, who took it gently. "Who?" He asked, and the girl pointed to what looked like an elf. Caine gave a reassuring smile to the girl and pulled out the extra money he had, handing it to her. She smiled a thanks and headed off. Caine sort of hoped he had the money to match the elf's, but he was sure what he had offered would help.
Approaching the elf, Caine could tell she was not quite familiar with the town. She seemed a bit annoyed, but Caine couldn't blame her. After all, being an elf in a human village was sure to be uncomfortable. "Excuse me," Caine announced once he was in earshot. "But I believe this is yours." He held out the money in his black, finger-less glove.
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