Post by Kieran Mikaelson on Oct 6, 2015 15:50:00 GMT -5
Name: Kieran Mikaelson
Username: kieranmikaelson
Age: 16
Powers: Empathy.
Weaknesses: Can barely control his empathy, and if he is surrounded by too many people, the amount of emotions would build up and he would eventually have a breakdown/panic attack.
Species: Quarter Crow demon.
Three (or more) Personality Traits: Can be kind, a little dreamy, usually helpful, animal lover, book lover.
Three (or more) Personality Flaws: Oblivious to attention more often than not, reserved, not very talkative, can be a little detached, emotionally and mentally unstable.
Picture or description of the character: Kieran is a short, lithe guy that is kind of skinny. He usually looks kind of homeless, as he can usually be found in a garden of some kind. He has shoulder length, messy dark red hair with a few black streaks. It's usually pulled back into a low ponytail. His face is thin and kind of heart-shaped, with a mass of freckles all across it. Kieran's eyes are two different colors. One is a bright emerald green while the other is a murky brown. Between his shoulders is a pair of massive, jet-black feathery wings, much like a crow's wings. He can usually be found wearing an old black trenchcoat over dark clothing and combat boots. His upper torso clothing is built for his wings.
Any special skills: He is very fast, but slightly clumsy and has very quick reflexes. He is also agile and swift to dodge.
Any weapons: A longbow and sheath of arrows.
Group: Criminal
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RP sample: Kieran's short, lithe body leaned against the alleyway, eyes flicking around alertly. It was one of the rare times the sixteen year old was actually alert and wary. The problem? The police were looking for him. The sound of wailing sirens steadily grew louder, and Kieran yanked violently at his empath powers, trying to keep them at bay as people passed in front of him. A sudden wave of rather vicious irritation overwhelmed the teenager, and Kieran gritted his teeth. Backing further into the alley, Kieran's eyes clenched shut and he sighed slightly. His empathy was quite out of control these days, and it had been difficult to control it. He was aware when a surge of violent triumph surged through him that one of the policemen had spotted him.
"Ello, Officer!" Kieran chirped brightly, way too brightly. His eyes were still shut, though he could feel the policeman with the triumphant feelings pause right in front of him.
"Hello, lad.." the policeman hesitated, plain brown eyes studying the young man intently. "You wouldn't be a Kieran Mikaelson would you?"
"Yessir!" If anything, Kieran was not dishonest. He would always be truthful, despite his gut telling him not to be. It had been ingrained into him at a young age, so the sixteen year old was rather honest.
Username: kieranmikaelson
Age: 16
Powers: Empathy.
Weaknesses: Can barely control his empathy, and if he is surrounded by too many people, the amount of emotions would build up and he would eventually have a breakdown/panic attack.
Species: Quarter Crow demon.
Three (or more) Personality Traits: Can be kind, a little dreamy, usually helpful, animal lover, book lover.
Three (or more) Personality Flaws: Oblivious to attention more often than not, reserved, not very talkative, can be a little detached, emotionally and mentally unstable.
Picture or description of the character: Kieran is a short, lithe guy that is kind of skinny. He usually looks kind of homeless, as he can usually be found in a garden of some kind. He has shoulder length, messy dark red hair with a few black streaks. It's usually pulled back into a low ponytail. His face is thin and kind of heart-shaped, with a mass of freckles all across it. Kieran's eyes are two different colors. One is a bright emerald green while the other is a murky brown. Between his shoulders is a pair of massive, jet-black feathery wings, much like a crow's wings. He can usually be found wearing an old black trenchcoat over dark clothing and combat boots. His upper torso clothing is built for his wings.
Any special skills: He is very fast, but slightly clumsy and has very quick reflexes. He is also agile and swift to dodge.
Any weapons: A longbow and sheath of arrows.
Group: Criminal
(Now please read the rules and fill out the following.)
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Rules Check: deleted
Anything else: deleted
Other: deleted
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RP sample: Kieran's short, lithe body leaned against the alleyway, eyes flicking around alertly. It was one of the rare times the sixteen year old was actually alert and wary. The problem? The police were looking for him. The sound of wailing sirens steadily grew louder, and Kieran yanked violently at his empath powers, trying to keep them at bay as people passed in front of him. A sudden wave of rather vicious irritation overwhelmed the teenager, and Kieran gritted his teeth. Backing further into the alley, Kieran's eyes clenched shut and he sighed slightly. His empathy was quite out of control these days, and it had been difficult to control it. He was aware when a surge of violent triumph surged through him that one of the policemen had spotted him.
"Ello, Officer!" Kieran chirped brightly, way too brightly. His eyes were still shut, though he could feel the policeman with the triumphant feelings pause right in front of him.
"Hello, lad.." the policeman hesitated, plain brown eyes studying the young man intently. "You wouldn't be a Kieran Mikaelson would you?"
"Yessir!" If anything, Kieran was not dishonest. He would always be truthful, despite his gut telling him not to be. It had been ingrained into him at a young age, so the sixteen year old was rather honest.
