Post by feargarden on Nov 13, 2009 23:50:06 GMT -5
NAME: Ripp Gavin Marovia Grace
NICK NAME: Ripp
AGE: 20
BIRTHDAY: May 8th
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’ 9’
WEIGHT: 120 lbs (yes, very underweight)
BUILD: Lanky
EYES: Sharp, piercing green
HAIR: Long, loose black ponytail to the middle of his back with a green streak in he front
STYLE: Mostly relaxed, very causal. He has a habit of wearing two shirts (ie: an open collar shirt and a tank top underneath) He wears jeans and will never wear sandals.
OTHER: Ripp’s right ear and left eye brow is pierced
Personal Data
(All answers will be in character)
Type: Mage/…?
ORIENTATION: Bisexual but honestly prefers men
PROFESSION: Mechanic
EDUCATION: GED currently finishing his senior year in college
SOCIAL CLASS: Lower middle class
ETHNICITY: Mom was Asian, Dad was white
RELIGION: I don’t. Sorry
AMBITIONS: At the moment?
Personality
PERSONALITY TRAITS: I’m known for being rough around the edges and having a thick and almost unbearable sarcastic streak. I’m a nice guy though. Just don’t piss me off.
LIKES: The sound of something breaking,
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS: I can now break things or fix them...with just a touch.
WEAKNESSES: The only trouble is, my body can't quite handle it so I’m prone to overexertion
TALENTS: My violin and sketchbook are both things you should never…EVER…touch. If any of these items come into your possession without my permission, I cannot be held responsible for my actions
HOBBIES: Drawing, music, reading and the like.
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GENERAL PERSONALITY: Ripp is not a bad person but he’s rather mean. He has quite a mouth on him and will cuss you out and not feel bad for it. He doesn’t like to be touched. He can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. He has a temper and is terribly sarcastic. He likes it when people are scared of him but that’s a guilty pleasure of his.
Biography
PARENTS: Dead. Sorry.
SIBLINGS: Little brother, Brendon lives with me. Older brother, don’t care.
CHILDREN: What?
STATUS: Single
HOMETOWN: Langston, Arizona
BRIEF HISTORY: Out of my three brothers, I was the middle child. Even now, I’m considered weak, quiet and invisible. I was sickly because of the strain containing my abilities took a heavy toll on my body. In my earlier years, I spent much of my childhood locked in my room under the watchful eye of my father. My father was a popular politician. People would often spend a lot of time at our house. I was mostly there for whenever my father pulled the pity card during these gatherings other than that, I was either locked away or shoved behind pieces of furniture and promptly ignored.
After my mother passed away, my father fell into a deep depression. The last gathering we held at my father’s house was my mother’s funeral. My father, though not the nicest man, never hit me until then. My father would stay out well into the night drinking and he would bring home strange women most likely prostitutes. He began to gamble his money away and we lost the large house we once lived in. Now in a small house in Arizona where me and my two brothers shared a bed and my father could’ve cared less, my father’s debts were astronomical. He had no money…so he gave me instead.
I was given to a man name Raven de Sergiano, a tall, cruel demon with long black hair and…if I remember correctly…one silver eye. My insomnia is due in part to the nightmares about him. But that’s another story that I’m probably never going to tell you. Fortunately with my gifts, I can reconstruct my scar tissue so I no longer have the scars.
NICK NAME: Ripp
AGE: 20
BIRTHDAY: May 8th
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 5’ 9’
WEIGHT: 120 lbs (yes, very underweight)
BUILD: Lanky
EYES: Sharp, piercing green
HAIR: Long, loose black ponytail to the middle of his back with a green streak in he front
STYLE: Mostly relaxed, very causal. He has a habit of wearing two shirts (ie: an open collar shirt and a tank top underneath) He wears jeans and will never wear sandals.
OTHER: Ripp’s right ear and left eye brow is pierced
Personal Data
(All answers will be in character)
Type: Mage/…?
ORIENTATION: Bisexual but honestly prefers men
PROFESSION: Mechanic
EDUCATION: GED currently finishing his senior year in college
SOCIAL CLASS: Lower middle class
ETHNICITY: Mom was Asian, Dad was white
RELIGION: I don’t. Sorry
AMBITIONS: At the moment?
Personality
PERSONALITY TRAITS: I’m known for being rough around the edges and having a thick and almost unbearable sarcastic streak. I’m a nice guy though. Just don’t piss me off.
LIKES: The sound of something breaking,
DISLIKES:
STRENGTHS: I can now break things or fix them...with just a touch.
WEAKNESSES: The only trouble is, my body can't quite handle it so I’m prone to overexertion
TALENTS: My violin and sketchbook are both things you should never…EVER…touch. If any of these items come into your possession without my permission, I cannot be held responsible for my actions
HOBBIES: Drawing, music, reading and the like.
.
GENERAL PERSONALITY: Ripp is not a bad person but he’s rather mean. He has quite a mouth on him and will cuss you out and not feel bad for it. He doesn’t like to be touched. He can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. He has a temper and is terribly sarcastic. He likes it when people are scared of him but that’s a guilty pleasure of his.
Biography
PARENTS: Dead. Sorry.
SIBLINGS: Little brother, Brendon lives with me. Older brother, don’t care.
CHILDREN: What?
STATUS: Single
HOMETOWN: Langston, Arizona
BRIEF HISTORY: Out of my three brothers, I was the middle child. Even now, I’m considered weak, quiet and invisible. I was sickly because of the strain containing my abilities took a heavy toll on my body. In my earlier years, I spent much of my childhood locked in my room under the watchful eye of my father. My father was a popular politician. People would often spend a lot of time at our house. I was mostly there for whenever my father pulled the pity card during these gatherings other than that, I was either locked away or shoved behind pieces of furniture and promptly ignored.
After my mother passed away, my father fell into a deep depression. The last gathering we held at my father’s house was my mother’s funeral. My father, though not the nicest man, never hit me until then. My father would stay out well into the night drinking and he would bring home strange women most likely prostitutes. He began to gamble his money away and we lost the large house we once lived in. Now in a small house in Arizona where me and my two brothers shared a bed and my father could’ve cared less, my father’s debts were astronomical. He had no money…so he gave me instead.
I was given to a man name Raven de Sergiano, a tall, cruel demon with long black hair and…if I remember correctly…one silver eye. My insomnia is due in part to the nightmares about him. But that’s another story that I’m probably never going to tell you. Fortunately with my gifts, I can reconstruct my scar tissue so I no longer have the scars.