Post by xx.'Till the Fat Lady Sings. on Dec 22, 2006 18:22:27 GMT -5
Name: Jasiri
Age: 19 and a half [[Lolzz get it straight!]]
Appears: 19...and a half
Race: Half human/ half Dark angel
Gender: Male
Side: Uhhh his own.
Part in the War: Leader of the..erm...his army.
Appearance: Jasiri is unusually tall, and very lean. His hair is rather long, and a light, red-tinted brown in color. It sort of has that unkept look to it because his bangs slightly hang over his eyes. Jasiri usually dresses in dark or formal clothing. He always has a serious air about him, and rarely smiles. His eyes are almost the exact shade of his hair, although they have a more amber appearance to them. His skin is pale and stands out againts his normal choice of dark clothing, giving him an almost vampire-ish appearance.
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Personality: Jasiri, back in the days where he and Kam almost never fought, used to be easy-going. He was very kind-hearted, and had a large sense of humor, as well as the determination to become great. He was ambitious and friendly, and always seemed to have a smile on his face. However, now a days he is a lot more reserved. He is very serious and stern, and takes everything far too seriously. He is very devoted and hard-working, but almost never takes any time for himself. Jasiri rarely laughs or smiles, and is usually very critical or sarcastic, although still kind at heart. He tends to worry a lot, and becomes very distant from those around him. Jasiri completely concentrates on the safety of his kingdom and army, and despite everything else, is very selfless.
History: Jasiri was born to the domain in which he rules over today. In childhood, he was always particularly close to his sister. While young, he was trained as a warrior, to fight with various skills. Fighting with his body, sword, and his impecible aim with his bow and arrow were all some of the skills he mastered throughout training, as well as being rather skilled with arts of fire. It was a fairly good life, until his mother was murdered. A few years later, his father died, and Jisiri was next to rule along with Kamenwati. At first, he was glad to share the throne with his sister. But eventually, their beliefs slowly tore them apart...and Jasiri banished her.
Family: Only his sister, Kamenwati
RPG example:
[[Random post from a different site]]
Age: 19 and a half [[Lolzz get it straight!]]
Appears: 19...and a half
Race: Half human/ half Dark angel
Gender: Male
Side: Uhhh his own.
Part in the War: Leader of the..erm...his army.
Appearance: Jasiri is unusually tall, and very lean. His hair is rather long, and a light, red-tinted brown in color. It sort of has that unkept look to it because his bangs slightly hang over his eyes. Jasiri usually dresses in dark or formal clothing. He always has a serious air about him, and rarely smiles. His eyes are almost the exact shade of his hair, although they have a more amber appearance to them. His skin is pale and stands out againts his normal choice of dark clothing, giving him an almost vampire-ish appearance.
i84.photobucket.com/albums/k30/Chaos_Blaze/aec90d0d.jpg
Personality: Jasiri, back in the days where he and Kam almost never fought, used to be easy-going. He was very kind-hearted, and had a large sense of humor, as well as the determination to become great. He was ambitious and friendly, and always seemed to have a smile on his face. However, now a days he is a lot more reserved. He is very serious and stern, and takes everything far too seriously. He is very devoted and hard-working, but almost never takes any time for himself. Jasiri rarely laughs or smiles, and is usually very critical or sarcastic, although still kind at heart. He tends to worry a lot, and becomes very distant from those around him. Jasiri completely concentrates on the safety of his kingdom and army, and despite everything else, is very selfless.
History: Jasiri was born to the domain in which he rules over today. In childhood, he was always particularly close to his sister. While young, he was trained as a warrior, to fight with various skills. Fighting with his body, sword, and his impecible aim with his bow and arrow were all some of the skills he mastered throughout training, as well as being rather skilled with arts of fire. It was a fairly good life, until his mother was murdered. A few years later, his father died, and Jisiri was next to rule along with Kamenwati. At first, he was glad to share the throne with his sister. But eventually, their beliefs slowly tore them apart...and Jasiri banished her.
Family: Only his sister, Kamenwati
RPG example:
[[Random post from a different site]]
A young teenage girl with long dark hair stood in the small tower room. She leaned slightly against the wall, her arms folded on the window seal as she gazed out the small glass window and at the grounds below. The height didn't seem to bother her, for her posture was relaxed, and she calmly surveyed the forest and tiny blue specks of lake below, as well as the cemetery to the west, her brown eyes traveling over the Stonebrook grounds. It was rare to find Melinda inside when she had the chance to get out, but up here prooved to be the perfect place to think awhile.Nothing seemed to matter when you were up this high in total silence. Isolated. But Melinda's thoughts were complex and troubled, and restlessly she sighed. All of this...was just a way of distracting herself. Life at Stonebrook, if you didn't count the 'drama' all of the students created, was too...quiet. Coming from the girl who grew up in a small quiet town. But here, everything seemed to be off in it's own little world. Even if you escaped to the city for awhile, it'd be rare to find someone you actually knew. Stonebrook was alone in this little space of land...like a prison. And Melinda hated it. Although she would never admit to it, she'd almost rather be home right now. But that seemed as if it was never going to happen anyway. Stonebrook didn't want them unsupervised out in the world. Every student was the same in their eyes: a criminal who couldn't be trusted. So she'd played a few jokes on the teachers...why'd they treat her--and everyone else, as if they were dangerous muder suspects, like bombs about to go off? With a soft sigh, Melinda shook her head, lost in her own thoughts again.
Tearing her gaze away from the view, her light brown eyes falling to the golden-chained locket she now fingered. Melinda didn't even know why she had brought it along to Stonebrook. She couldn't bring herself to wear it lately, though as a little girl she refused to even take it off. But...that was then.
Her father had given her the locket when she was about three, although it had been way too big for her then. Some gift. Was it supposed to remind her of the man who had walked out on his family? Closing her hand around it, Melinda sighed and returned her gaze to the window, where rain was now pittering lightly.It was times like these that made her feel completely overwhelmed.
No father, a mother who didn't even care about her, and a dead grandmother had made her resent her old home. Not that this place was much better. None of the teachers exactly adored her, and the feeling was mutual. She hardly talked to the friends she had made here, not in the sense that she never spoke to them, but that Melinda had a habit of keeping every little thing bottled up inside. Others had enough on their mind anyway. She hated living here, although there wasn't much alternative.
Melinda's eyes narrowed. That was her problem: if she slipped too deep into thought she started feeling sorry for herself, and getting emotional. Why couldn't she just hide her emotions like everyone else? Her mother had always used to say that Melinda was one of those people who cried at the drop of a hat, so to speak, and for once, Melinda couldn't argue. Taking a deep breath, she blinked quickly and tried to ignore the bottled-up stress.
Tearing her gaze away from the view, her light brown eyes falling to the golden-chained locket she now fingered. Melinda didn't even know why she had brought it along to Stonebrook. She couldn't bring herself to wear it lately, though as a little girl she refused to even take it off. But...that was then.
Her father had given her the locket when she was about three, although it had been way too big for her then. Some gift. Was it supposed to remind her of the man who had walked out on his family? Closing her hand around it, Melinda sighed and returned her gaze to the window, where rain was now pittering lightly.It was times like these that made her feel completely overwhelmed.
No father, a mother who didn't even care about her, and a dead grandmother had made her resent her old home. Not that this place was much better. None of the teachers exactly adored her, and the feeling was mutual. She hardly talked to the friends she had made here, not in the sense that she never spoke to them, but that Melinda had a habit of keeping every little thing bottled up inside. Others had enough on their mind anyway. She hated living here, although there wasn't much alternative.
Melinda's eyes narrowed. That was her problem: if she slipped too deep into thought she started feeling sorry for herself, and getting emotional. Why couldn't she just hide her emotions like everyone else? Her mother had always used to say that Melinda was one of those people who cried at the drop of a hat, so to speak, and for once, Melinda couldn't argue. Taking a deep breath, she blinked quickly and tried to ignore the bottled-up stress.
