Post by Whist on Mar 5, 2011 5:52:00 GMT -5
New to the site, recommended by a friend, I'll make a few characters, see if any of them are up to par. Here's the first.
Edited in common clothing to find him wearing.
Player Name: Dylan
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): dylant@cox.net
*Years of Rping: Approximately 5 online, approximately 15 through verbal or board based methods.
Name: Whist
*Age: Appears to be in his late teens or early twenties, in reality so old even he cannot be sure.
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Sidhe
Preferred mantel (pick three): Rook, Carrion Crow, Taczanowski's dwarf boa, in that order
Court Preference: Unseelie
Appearance: Tall, and slim to the point of emaciation. His limbs, and extremities are equally long and slender. The term thin as a rail comes to mind, and his lanky height only furthers the appearance. His skin is a light grey color, like that of swirling fog, and his irises are much the same, constantly seeming to churn and seeth, as if great mysteries and secrets lie lost, even to him, within their depths. His hair is black as night, and while not even close to shoulder length, it is thick and unruly, unkempt looking, and shaggy, falling to cover his face if he tilts his head forwards. His features are thin, aquiline, and noble, yet slightly disconcerting despite their objective attractiveness. His jaw is strong and sharp, an ever present layer of stubble gracing it, never seeming to grow out into an actual beard. His nose is slightly crooked, bending left in the bridge, as if broken long ago, and his mouth turns up at the corners in an unnerving manner when he smiles. The sharp and elongated canines do nothing to ease this strangeness, nor do his eyebrows, thick and sweeping upwards.
As for the matter of clothing, he sticks almost entirely to pure black and fog grey pinstriped, drain pipe dress trousers, with either beautifully polished wingtipped dres shoes, with silver stitching, or no shoes at all. His torso is usually covered in a silver silk button up dress shirt, that shimmers strangely, shades of grey twisting and entwining as if he were wearing living fog almost. This ensemble is often accompanied by a deep charcoal grey, almost black tie, long, sharp tipped, and slender, hanging to his stomach. A matching pinstriped vest and jacket accompany the tie to fill out the three piece suit ensemble. However, he occasionally dresses casually, wearing a plain white t-shirt with the trousers, ad/or wearing a tattered and shifting grey cloak with a heavy cowl. Most often though, he is found in his suit, occasionally wearing a small black tophat or fedora, with a grey band, and a black Rook feather in the case of the fedora. All this is only adorned on days when his mind is clear, when he feels presentable, when he is planning to engage with the court rather than shirk it and any responsibilities or trouble that may find him there.
Personality: Whist is for the most part a quiet fellow, who prefers to observe and orchestrate from behind the scenes than involve himself in the bloody politics of the fae. Perhaps it is just that he has lived to long by far, but he has an aura of weariness about him, tired of the world, and its wonders, crushed beneath the weight of its sorrows. Yet despite his own feelings of unknown loss, of regret, and anger at the world, he is a surprisingly gentle soul. Always kind, even when taking a man's last breath. He prefers to avoid violence, and seeks to make the world he lives in one of peace and tranquility, not chaotic bloodshed. That being said, he has no qualms about spilling blood himself if necessary.
*History: Whist has lived so long he has trouble remembering his own past. He does know that something happened to him, long ago, and that he cannot remember anything whatsoever from before that point. In the centuries that have passed since, he has often wandered far and wide, seeking answers to questions he is unsure of, of who he is, of his past, of the face of a beautiful woman, and that of an equally beautiful man who haunt his dreams. Many speculate that Whist has gone mad in his age, seemingly as old as the courts themselves, and he is an object of both ridicule and respect among his peers, due to his numerous eccentricity's. Not the least of which is the troubling flashes of memory he occasionally suffers from, during which the world around him disappears, and he finds himself lost in an all to familiar dream world, filled with swirling mists, and two young figures running off out of eye sight, no matter how he may call, or chase after. It is during these bouts that he appears truly mad, as he can be seen running and calling after phantoms not truly there, even running directly into walls at times. The Unseelie Court puts up with, and even grudgingly respects the ancient fae though, as he has uncanny insights into those around him, seeming glimpses of the future, or strange unknown mysteries. More importantly than that though is his prowess in combat. Many have sought to end the old timer, if only to prove their own worth, yet time and time again, when push comes to shove, Whist has brutally, efficiently, and lethally dealt with the situation. He is feared as much as he is ridiculed, and is occasionally called upon by the King of the Unseelie Court himself for matters few know of, and Whist himself rarely remembers. Some rumors still float around about the old fae though, that he was a member of the old king's Royal Guard , and above that, his consort. But he truly loved the King' Captain, and had a secret affair with Kobaalt, that destroyed the king when he found out, weakening them so much so that the seelie swept right through the court killing almost everyone, though clever as always, Whist turned to a Rook and began feeding on the carrion, so he seemed one of many, nothing strange about him.
Edited in common clothing to find him wearing.
Player Name: Dylan
Contact info(e-mail, screen name, etc): dylant@cox.net
*Years of Rping: Approximately 5 online, approximately 15 through verbal or board based methods.
Name: Whist
*Age: Appears to be in his late teens or early twenties, in reality so old even he cannot be sure.
Gender: Male
Bloodline: Sidhe
Preferred mantel (pick three): Rook, Carrion Crow, Taczanowski's dwarf boa, in that order
Court Preference: Unseelie
Appearance: Tall, and slim to the point of emaciation. His limbs, and extremities are equally long and slender. The term thin as a rail comes to mind, and his lanky height only furthers the appearance. His skin is a light grey color, like that of swirling fog, and his irises are much the same, constantly seeming to churn and seeth, as if great mysteries and secrets lie lost, even to him, within their depths. His hair is black as night, and while not even close to shoulder length, it is thick and unruly, unkempt looking, and shaggy, falling to cover his face if he tilts his head forwards. His features are thin, aquiline, and noble, yet slightly disconcerting despite their objective attractiveness. His jaw is strong and sharp, an ever present layer of stubble gracing it, never seeming to grow out into an actual beard. His nose is slightly crooked, bending left in the bridge, as if broken long ago, and his mouth turns up at the corners in an unnerving manner when he smiles. The sharp and elongated canines do nothing to ease this strangeness, nor do his eyebrows, thick and sweeping upwards.
As for the matter of clothing, he sticks almost entirely to pure black and fog grey pinstriped, drain pipe dress trousers, with either beautifully polished wingtipped dres shoes, with silver stitching, or no shoes at all. His torso is usually covered in a silver silk button up dress shirt, that shimmers strangely, shades of grey twisting and entwining as if he were wearing living fog almost. This ensemble is often accompanied by a deep charcoal grey, almost black tie, long, sharp tipped, and slender, hanging to his stomach. A matching pinstriped vest and jacket accompany the tie to fill out the three piece suit ensemble. However, he occasionally dresses casually, wearing a plain white t-shirt with the trousers, ad/or wearing a tattered and shifting grey cloak with a heavy cowl. Most often though, he is found in his suit, occasionally wearing a small black tophat or fedora, with a grey band, and a black Rook feather in the case of the fedora. All this is only adorned on days when his mind is clear, when he feels presentable, when he is planning to engage with the court rather than shirk it and any responsibilities or trouble that may find him there.
Personality: Whist is for the most part a quiet fellow, who prefers to observe and orchestrate from behind the scenes than involve himself in the bloody politics of the fae. Perhaps it is just that he has lived to long by far, but he has an aura of weariness about him, tired of the world, and its wonders, crushed beneath the weight of its sorrows. Yet despite his own feelings of unknown loss, of regret, and anger at the world, he is a surprisingly gentle soul. Always kind, even when taking a man's last breath. He prefers to avoid violence, and seeks to make the world he lives in one of peace and tranquility, not chaotic bloodshed. That being said, he has no qualms about spilling blood himself if necessary.
*History: Whist has lived so long he has trouble remembering his own past. He does know that something happened to him, long ago, and that he cannot remember anything whatsoever from before that point. In the centuries that have passed since, he has often wandered far and wide, seeking answers to questions he is unsure of, of who he is, of his past, of the face of a beautiful woman, and that of an equally beautiful man who haunt his dreams. Many speculate that Whist has gone mad in his age, seemingly as old as the courts themselves, and he is an object of both ridicule and respect among his peers, due to his numerous eccentricity's. Not the least of which is the troubling flashes of memory he occasionally suffers from, during which the world around him disappears, and he finds himself lost in an all to familiar dream world, filled with swirling mists, and two young figures running off out of eye sight, no matter how he may call, or chase after. It is during these bouts that he appears truly mad, as he can be seen running and calling after phantoms not truly there, even running directly into walls at times. The Unseelie Court puts up with, and even grudgingly respects the ancient fae though, as he has uncanny insights into those around him, seeming glimpses of the future, or strange unknown mysteries. More importantly than that though is his prowess in combat. Many have sought to end the old timer, if only to prove their own worth, yet time and time again, when push comes to shove, Whist has brutally, efficiently, and lethally dealt with the situation. He is feared as much as he is ridiculed, and is occasionally called upon by the King of the Unseelie Court himself for matters few know of, and Whist himself rarely remembers. Some rumors still float around about the old fae though, that he was a member of the old king's Royal Guard , and above that, his consort. But he truly loved the King' Captain, and had a secret affair with Kobaalt, that destroyed the king when he found out, weakening them so much so that the seelie swept right through the court killing almost everyone, though clever as always, Whist turned to a Rook and began feeding on the carrion, so he seemed one of many, nothing strange about him.
