Post by Darren Faust on Aug 4, 2015 19:29:09 GMT -5
Name: Darren Faust
Username: Darren
Age: 28
Powers: None
Weaknesses: Normal Human Weakness
Species: Detective...wait that's not a species? Then Human
Three (or more) Personality Traits:
-Logical
-Observant
-Passionate
Three (or more) Personality Flaws:
-Cynical
-Obsessive
-Sly
Picture or description of the character: Sage Brocklebank
Any special skills: Observation, Memorization, and Quick Thinking
Any weapons:
Two handguns (handcuffs, tasers, ect provided when on-duty by profession, these are personal weapons)
Group: Police
(Now please read the rules and fill out the following.)
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Rules Check: deleted
Anything else: deleted
Other: deleted
Last: deleted
RP sample:
The sound of ringing bells of harbor ships filled the sky and startled wingulls and pelippers alike as a ship pulled up to the harbor, docking in the midst of a maze of boats waiting their turn in the busy port. A pathway was dropped from the ship, allowing passengers to make their way off the ship. Among the crowd was a man carrying a guitar casing on his back with an over the shoulder strap. At the tip of the guitar, the end of the neck, a strange yet colorful bird pokemon enjoyed the breeze as it balanced itself excellently with the swaying as the man made his way through the crowd to get to the ground. He seemed to be in a bit of hurry, perhaps up to something? Had places to go, maybe?
He finally touched the wooden floor of the docks with a clack of his shoes as he seemed to rush off to somewhere, moving even more rapidly and causing the bird to struggle to keep its grip with the sudden change of pace. Allegro gave a squawk of surprise, clinging to the case with his talons and trying to keep from falling off. He quite liked this perch, he was definitely not going to give it up this easily!
The man had reached the cement as he rushed away from the wood. Finally, land! However, he did not stop there, his running continued. Where was he going? The strangely colored chatot looked to his master bewilderingly, was his master ill? He hadn't been acting quite himself in the past few days aboard the ship, was he heading to a hospital?
Allegro was prepared to lift his wings and take flight, perhaps find some hospital nearby for his master, but suddenly his master stopped. The man suddenly bent over, causing the chatot to fly into the air as his perch suddenly changed angle. Oh no! Had his master collapsed!?
The chatot looked down at his master, fear gripping his chest before he realized that his master had bent over...a trashcan. Sea-sickness. Of course!
Allegro gave a laugh that sounded similar to some woman's on the ship, causing a rather green looking Clifford to glance up at him with venomous eyes, "Shut up," he grumbled before being forced to return to the garbage can he had rushed towards so eagerly. Once the man was finished with his fall from grace, he left the trashcan with a foul taste in his mouth. Allegro had reclaimed his prized spot at the tip of the neck on the guitar's casing, tilting his head and looking around at the various people, taking in the sights and sounds of this strange new place.
Clifford sighed, the trip to this place had been horrible. He had been looking forward to it for four whole years and he was greeted with the discovery that he became sea sick when aboard a ship. He feared what would happen if he were to ride across his Lapras, Dissonance if it ever came to it. The lapras was so aggressive it likely would either try to throw him off or simply swim too roughly for him.
He supposed that for now he should look for some kind of restaurant and try to get some food in his system along with washing up a bit. Cliff felt rather weak, having been sick on board a boat for quite a while he had no chances to eat or relax much. He had always either been groaning in bed or passed out, he could practically feel his stomach eating itself! His legs felt like jello, his mouth tasted foul, his stomach was caving in on itself, and he felt as if he was going to collapse on the spot.
"I didn't think i'd die like this!" Clifford whined while Allegro merely rolled his eyes in amusement at his master's exaggeration.
Username: Darren
Age: 28
Powers: None
Weaknesses: Normal Human Weakness
Species: Detective...wait that's not a species? Then Human
Three (or more) Personality Traits:
-Logical
-Observant
-Passionate
Three (or more) Personality Flaws:
-Cynical
-Obsessive
-Sly
Picture or description of the character: Sage Brocklebank
Any special skills: Observation, Memorization, and Quick Thinking
Any weapons:
Two handguns (handcuffs, tasers, ect provided when on-duty by profession, these are personal weapons)
Group: Police
(Now please read the rules and fill out the following.)
Site Rule Check: deleted
Rules Check: deleted
Anything else: deleted
Other: deleted
Last: deleted
RP sample:
The sound of ringing bells of harbor ships filled the sky and startled wingulls and pelippers alike as a ship pulled up to the harbor, docking in the midst of a maze of boats waiting their turn in the busy port. A pathway was dropped from the ship, allowing passengers to make their way off the ship. Among the crowd was a man carrying a guitar casing on his back with an over the shoulder strap. At the tip of the guitar, the end of the neck, a strange yet colorful bird pokemon enjoyed the breeze as it balanced itself excellently with the swaying as the man made his way through the crowd to get to the ground. He seemed to be in a bit of hurry, perhaps up to something? Had places to go, maybe?
He finally touched the wooden floor of the docks with a clack of his shoes as he seemed to rush off to somewhere, moving even more rapidly and causing the bird to struggle to keep its grip with the sudden change of pace. Allegro gave a squawk of surprise, clinging to the case with his talons and trying to keep from falling off. He quite liked this perch, he was definitely not going to give it up this easily!
The man had reached the cement as he rushed away from the wood. Finally, land! However, he did not stop there, his running continued. Where was he going? The strangely colored chatot looked to his master bewilderingly, was his master ill? He hadn't been acting quite himself in the past few days aboard the ship, was he heading to a hospital?
Allegro was prepared to lift his wings and take flight, perhaps find some hospital nearby for his master, but suddenly his master stopped. The man suddenly bent over, causing the chatot to fly into the air as his perch suddenly changed angle. Oh no! Had his master collapsed!?
The chatot looked down at his master, fear gripping his chest before he realized that his master had bent over...a trashcan. Sea-sickness. Of course!
Allegro gave a laugh that sounded similar to some woman's on the ship, causing a rather green looking Clifford to glance up at him with venomous eyes, "Shut up," he grumbled before being forced to return to the garbage can he had rushed towards so eagerly. Once the man was finished with his fall from grace, he left the trashcan with a foul taste in his mouth. Allegro had reclaimed his prized spot at the tip of the neck on the guitar's casing, tilting his head and looking around at the various people, taking in the sights and sounds of this strange new place.
Clifford sighed, the trip to this place had been horrible. He had been looking forward to it for four whole years and he was greeted with the discovery that he became sea sick when aboard a ship. He feared what would happen if he were to ride across his Lapras, Dissonance if it ever came to it. The lapras was so aggressive it likely would either try to throw him off or simply swim too roughly for him.
He supposed that for now he should look for some kind of restaurant and try to get some food in his system along with washing up a bit. Cliff felt rather weak, having been sick on board a boat for quite a while he had no chances to eat or relax much. He had always either been groaning in bed or passed out, he could practically feel his stomach eating itself! His legs felt like jello, his mouth tasted foul, his stomach was caving in on itself, and he felt as if he was going to collapse on the spot.
"I didn't think i'd die like this!" Clifford whined while Allegro merely rolled his eyes in amusement at his master's exaggeration.
