Post by Black Knight on Aug 4, 2008 15:01:52 GMT -5
The Roleplayer
Name: Black Knight
Contacts: But they are in my profile??
MSN: vitaliny@live.com
email: siorshaol@gmail.com
Roleplaying Experience: limited
Activity Level: I am unfortunately attempting to come back from a block. So it will be sporadic. Actual appearances? Frequent. - Actual roleplaying? Not so frequent.
Favorite Book(s): The Hermit Thrush Sings.
The Character
Full Name: Vitaliny (Vi - tal - iny short i's!) Riddle.
Nicknames: None.
Age: 117
Side: Neutral
What are they? Half-Elf.
Powers: None.
Occupation: None.
Appearance: At a cursory glance the first thing you notice about Vitaliny is his eyes, bright emerald eyes that seem to almost glow. No one knows how or why they are so bright but it's something those who have known have come to accept. Even if they can't stare at him for long. Those emeralds of his are placed with boyish features made to look only slightly older by an oval shaped face. Dark brown hair frames his face and falls to just past his shoulders.
His height is average only coming to a 5'7" then again he could be a little on the short side. Though despite that he adds to his illusion of height with long limbs, a very lithe like body. He's not muscular but neither is he flabby or rail thin. Most when not distracted by his eyes would say he was just another gangly teenager to be jealous of.
Personality: He is normally quiet and observant. Though he does tend to speak out occasionally and say some sarcastic or joking thing. Despite being quiet he likes attention, he enjoys large groups of people and club settings are his favorite. He has a soft spot for kids and he smiles easily. He's not adverse to anger but he finds that it solves nothing so trys not to become angry.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
History: Vitaliny was born in Venice, Italy. He had two loving parents and an older sister and lived peacefully for a long while. Things however were turning sour with people turning against those not human. So they used their saved up money to get a ship to the America's hoping they'd be a little more receptive. However the boat itself never made it to land after it set off. The boat had been sabotaged though no one knows why other than speculation. It sank to the bottom of the sea.
Vitaliny later woke up in a small cottage on the edge of a beach with no recollections of why or how he'd come to be there. An old man said he'd found him washed up on shore along with several other bodies but he was the only one found still breathing. He never did figure out how that was possible. He stayed with the old man until he died many years later and was left with the cottage and the belongings and still no idea of where he was according to the larger whole. Using the money left behind by the old man, a few borrowed maps, and a few other miscellaneous items he started to walk to the village he'd visited many times since coming to live there hoping to find a place to start over.
He was able to find out where he was on the map and figure out places to go with the help of suggestions and he set off. He continued to live in Cuba for a long while working and living peaceably. But they also had their superstitions and began to question him when they realized he didn't age nearly as fast as he should have been. He left in the dead of night afraid of what they might do and hid for a long while in the jungles unsure of what he was himself. He left a few months later, having come to terms with the fact that he didn't age as fast and now knew to just keep moving in life, on a ferry to Florida.
Many years of school, jobs, and traveling has taught him things about motorcycles combat, life, philosophy, electronics, and his favorite time. Now well established and more knowledgeable he has come to Shawl to live for a while and learn what he can, especially after hearing rumour that the city was freindly to those that were non-human, and see the passing of time. Perhaps he could finally settle someplace without someone calling him cursed. He has no regrets and no desire to remember past the old man.
How does he fit? On a rumour hunt.
Roleplay Sample: Vitaliny entered the library and smiled. The passage of time in this place was noticeable and it pleased him greatly. You could tell which books had not been touched in months and the ones everyone loved to read. Even the books themselves were a grand presentation of time. He wasn't an avid reader but book stores, secondhand only, and libraries were places of great comfort to him.
He wandered about the large building marveling at each and every tome he passed. His hand, with elongated feminine like fingers grazed across the spine of each until he randomly picked one out of the shelf. He glanced at the title, "Lamia: A Witch" and shrugged.
It took little time to find a nice corner with a large overstuffed chair to curl up in. He opened the book and began to read swiftly over the fine text of the book.
It was not his kind of book at all, not something that really reached, grasped, and held his attention like a vise. A simple story that added the illusion of two times moving in perfect sync with each other. When he finally finished the book 3 hours later he smiled and looked around him, noting the differences the time had allowed. He placed the book back and began another sweep examining everything again.
Any last words? He's odd, sorry.
Appearance based upon:
fc03.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/279/4/8/A_long_time_ago_in_retro_by_oki_oki.jpg
fc03.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/355/6/5/1978_by_oki_oki.jpg
Name: Black Knight
Contacts: But they are in my profile??
MSN: vitaliny@live.com
email: siorshaol@gmail.com
Roleplaying Experience: limited
Activity Level: I am unfortunately attempting to come back from a block. So it will be sporadic. Actual appearances? Frequent. - Actual roleplaying? Not so frequent.
Favorite Book(s): The Hermit Thrush Sings.
The Character
Full Name: Vitaliny (Vi - tal - iny short i's!) Riddle.
Nicknames: None.
Age: 117
Side: Neutral
What are they? Half-Elf.
Powers: None.
Occupation: None.
Appearance: At a cursory glance the first thing you notice about Vitaliny is his eyes, bright emerald eyes that seem to almost glow. No one knows how or why they are so bright but it's something those who have known have come to accept. Even if they can't stare at him for long. Those emeralds of his are placed with boyish features made to look only slightly older by an oval shaped face. Dark brown hair frames his face and falls to just past his shoulders.
His height is average only coming to a 5'7" then again he could be a little on the short side. Though despite that he adds to his illusion of height with long limbs, a very lithe like body. He's not muscular but neither is he flabby or rail thin. Most when not distracted by his eyes would say he was just another gangly teenager to be jealous of.
Personality: He is normally quiet and observant. Though he does tend to speak out occasionally and say some sarcastic or joking thing. Despite being quiet he likes attention, he enjoys large groups of people and club settings are his favorite. He has a soft spot for kids and he smiles easily. He's not adverse to anger but he finds that it solves nothing so trys not to become angry.
Likes:
- Motorcycles.
- Time. He enjoys sitting in a mall and watching people and time go by at their leisure.
- The season Fall.
Dislikes:
- Mushy Romance.
- Pokes.
- Pepsi products.
Strengths:
- Patience.
- Good at hand to hand.
- Easy to get along with.
Weaknesses:
- Stubborn.
- Forgets things easily when angered or rushed.
- Too laid back in trusting people.
Fears:
- Time stopping.
- Loud sudden noises.
- Dark.
History: Vitaliny was born in Venice, Italy. He had two loving parents and an older sister and lived peacefully for a long while. Things however were turning sour with people turning against those not human. So they used their saved up money to get a ship to the America's hoping they'd be a little more receptive. However the boat itself never made it to land after it set off. The boat had been sabotaged though no one knows why other than speculation. It sank to the bottom of the sea.
Vitaliny later woke up in a small cottage on the edge of a beach with no recollections of why or how he'd come to be there. An old man said he'd found him washed up on shore along with several other bodies but he was the only one found still breathing. He never did figure out how that was possible. He stayed with the old man until he died many years later and was left with the cottage and the belongings and still no idea of where he was according to the larger whole. Using the money left behind by the old man, a few borrowed maps, and a few other miscellaneous items he started to walk to the village he'd visited many times since coming to live there hoping to find a place to start over.
He was able to find out where he was on the map and figure out places to go with the help of suggestions and he set off. He continued to live in Cuba for a long while working and living peaceably. But they also had their superstitions and began to question him when they realized he didn't age nearly as fast as he should have been. He left in the dead of night afraid of what they might do and hid for a long while in the jungles unsure of what he was himself. He left a few months later, having come to terms with the fact that he didn't age as fast and now knew to just keep moving in life, on a ferry to Florida.
Many years of school, jobs, and traveling has taught him things about motorcycles combat, life, philosophy, electronics, and his favorite time. Now well established and more knowledgeable he has come to Shawl to live for a while and learn what he can, especially after hearing rumour that the city was freindly to those that were non-human, and see the passing of time. Perhaps he could finally settle someplace without someone calling him cursed. He has no regrets and no desire to remember past the old man.
How does he fit? On a rumour hunt.
Roleplay Sample: Vitaliny entered the library and smiled. The passage of time in this place was noticeable and it pleased him greatly. You could tell which books had not been touched in months and the ones everyone loved to read. Even the books themselves were a grand presentation of time. He wasn't an avid reader but book stores, secondhand only, and libraries were places of great comfort to him.
He wandered about the large building marveling at each and every tome he passed. His hand, with elongated feminine like fingers grazed across the spine of each until he randomly picked one out of the shelf. He glanced at the title, "Lamia: A Witch" and shrugged.
It took little time to find a nice corner with a large overstuffed chair to curl up in. He opened the book and began to read swiftly over the fine text of the book.
It was not his kind of book at all, not something that really reached, grasped, and held his attention like a vise. A simple story that added the illusion of two times moving in perfect sync with each other. When he finally finished the book 3 hours later he smiled and looked around him, noting the differences the time had allowed. He placed the book back and began another sweep examining everything again.
Any last words? He's odd, sorry.
Appearance based upon:
fc03.deviantart.com/fs21/f/2007/279/4/8/A_long_time_ago_in_retro_by_oki_oki.jpg
fc03.deviantart.com/fs22/f/2007/355/6/5/1978_by_oki_oki.jpg
