Characters For Role Play Idea A: Your Bio

This is the character approvement/creation thread. You may create a character here, just as long as you make sure that he/she/it gets approved by the moderators. The format for making a character is simple. You may stray slightly from the exact format but keep in mind the Rules, and the RP itself. As long as we still get adequate information about your character you most likely pass. Also, please keep comments in this thread to a MINIMUM; you can make a comment in your Bio or edit it.

Name: Who are you?
Age: How old are you?
Gender: Are you a guy or a girl.
Appearance: What do you look like?
Hometown: What do you remember of your previous life. If anything.
Likes: What do you like
Dislikes: What do you not like?
Personality: What is your personality?
Fighting style: How do you fight? What weapons do you use? Do you have special abilities? (Nothing extravagant please.)
History: Tell us about yourself. What have you been up to so far on our lovely new home.
Support: Do you have a surprisingly big dog or cat. An alien pet. Or some sort of vehicle. Combinations are aloud.(But still, nothing to much)

Name: Norman de Flay, known as Nor

Age: Biological age 18- real age- 25

Gender: Male

Appearance: He is six feet and one sixteenth of an inch tall. He is very particular about that one sixteenth. Otherwise he has black hair in a roxas style cut, and he wears glasses. His glasses turn into sunglasses in sunlight and other bright lights. Do to this he usually hides his gray eyes behind them. He is lean, but he is also well toned. He skin tone is pale and he tends to burn easily. He usually wears jeans, a t-shirt, and a black matrix's style trench coat.

Hometown: Like everyone else he woke up in the city of Rahon. But during the attack of monsters on the city he was knocked unconscious. The last thing he could remember was seeing a monster that stood on two legs, and that it had long golden flowing hair. Due to getting knocked out he fell into a comma which lasted for three years. When he woke up it was inside a small cabin east of the city of Rein (rain) which was east of Rahon. He has stayed in that area since.

Likes: Books and reading, new things, things he finds interesting, people who can hold a conversation, dark corners and alleys and other things of that nature. Shiny things like a bird does (hates to admit this). Building things and finding out more.

Dislikes: Idiots, people who have no care for literature, sunlight, things he finds boring.

Personality: If you tried to describe Nor de Flay in as few words as possible you might come up with the words, "dark geek". He love reading and learning and even though he has the body for it, hardly does any physical activity. He dislikes daytime so he tends to come out at night. All in all he is a hard to get to know type of guy that most people wouldn't want to try to get to know.

Fighting Style: Since he has never gotten into a fight he does not know how to. He also does not carry any weapons.

History: What is there to know? But I shall tell anyways. Like everyone on Kemp, Nor de Flay woke up in the city of Rahon. And you know the story. But during the attack he was knocked out by someone. And the only thing he remembers about his attacker is that he or she stood on two legs, human legs, and was surrounded by monsters. And the longest, brightest golden hair he has ever seen. Due to getting knocked out he slipped into a comma which lasted for three years. He was brought out of the city by a man named Boris who took care of him during the years of his comma. Just as it happens on the day Nor awoke, Boris just happened not to be around which resulted in him straying from the cabin.
But all was not well. For the three years of inactivity had left him weak and he collapsed in a giant woods. When he awoke the sky was turning dark and he barely managed to make it to the trunk of a near by pine tree. There he passed out once again.
Birds tweeted. Small amounts of pollen floated in the air as streaks of sunlight broke through in odd intervals. Norman heard a steady gentle thump, thump, thump. He didn't know why but he couldn't move. No matter how much he tried to not even his eyes would open. He realized he was being carried and upon that realization he managed to open his eyes briefly. He took in the forest, the floating pollen, and most of all the back of the person he was riding. This person was smaller then him, seemed thinner, but had an unreal amount of strength for he seemed to hold him as if he weighed practically nothing. But most of all he took in the long flowing golden hair.
His body began to convulse and his savor stopped and seemed to not know what to do. As his body shook violently the sight of the golden hair triggered something in his brain. Images began to pop up, uncontrolled, unwanted. At first they were of Rahon and the people there. Then it went to the attack, and then his once again brief encounter with the golden haired person. But the flashes of memory did not stop there. They went beyond what he could remember to things that he did not want to see. He saw men and women in white lab coats walking with data pads and closely exzamining everything on them. Some looked into silver containers that seemed to be holding something. His memory began to move, and Nor in this time, this place, this unknown moved, the perspective changed. What ever it was walked passed the white coated people, some nodded or called his name. But no sound came from their moving lips. Then he stopped at the long row of containers. And behold for as far as the eye could see were containers and they were stacked up and up. More white coats moved around. It was a labitory of some kind that much he knew. Then he looked down at the container closes to him. What was inside this container? What was being experimented on in this place. What was in it? It was human.
He woke up outside Boris's cabin and from there his story began.
Four years have past.

Support: He has a small Sliv car that he drives around in. It has wheels like a normal car but it can retract them like an airplane. And it hovers/flies. Seats four people. He has modified it to his liking.

NOTE: NO MENTIONING ANYTHING IN MY BIO!

Mr.Prince is approved.
Rick no. work on it.

Name: Logan

Age: Biological age- 60 real age- 67

Gender: male

Appearance: Being sixty, Logan's hair is pure silver which he wears in a long pony tail because he is too lazy to cut it. He has brown eyes. Stands five feet and ten inches tall. And for a man of his age and occupation, has an incredible build. He wears a pair of torn, worn, dirty jeans. A t-shirt that is in the same condition. And a cloak that is tattered.

Hometown: Rahon. He woke up there. Who didn't? But now he is to the west and his home is any bar he can find.

Likes: Drinking, you know alcohol. Pretty young girls. Being treated to drinks. Being lazy

Dislikes: Cranberry juice. Punks. People who ask him to by them drinks if they are not girls.

Personality: The word to describe Logan is this- bum. It is not that he is incapable of changing out of this life style. It is that he doesn't want to. He likes to drink, hates punks, and all in all, is quite lazy. But in a pinch, don't get on his bad side. He has a bit of a um... not so good streak in him.

Fighting style: He has conflicting emotions that cause him to fight two different ways. First there is the bum side. The Brawler, who does not go by any moral code and uses any means to totally destroy his enemy. Then there is the Master Martial artist that has a moral code and prefers to fight with bare fists.

History: He woke up in Rahon. Nothing new there. After wards he went west. There he goes around to every bar he can find. Three years after the escape from Rahon he saved a girl from a group of punks. With all the punks lieing dead at his feet he took the girl with him on his journey. Now that girl is attached to him. Logan does not know why, or even how, but he has always had a knowledge on how to fight and this disconsernse him. Nothing too special to say.

Name: Marc Avier.
Age: biologically 13, but actually 16-and-a-half.
Gender: male.
Appearance: Marc's around 5 feet tall, he guesses. He has short, unruly blond hair, brown eyes, and rather petite features throughout. He wears a thin, long-sleeved gray shirt; a pair of almost worn-out blue durable pants (he doesn't know that they're jeans, as he always forgets to ask); small, soft, dark gray shoes; underwear (I'm not going to describe it); and a long-sleeved, hooded, waterproof jacket, dark blue. He has a light backpack in which he carries: food for traveling between towns, a basic sliv flute (and all the flute equipment needed for it to function), a small bowl and pocketknife, a small sketchbook (and pens), and a red bandana. He constantly wears a small cross necklace composed of sliv, though he hasn't a clue as to what it symbolizes (he wears it solely because he always has).
Hometown: Rahon, he guesses. Before that, no clue.
Likes: music, sounds, performing music, composing music, art, nature, weather, friendly people, unfriendly people, kids his age, other bards, towns, sleeping, guessing, drawing.
Dislikes: bad people, bad things, bad music.
Personality: happy-go-lucky, optimistic, obnoxious sometimes, infrequently forgetful, easily frightened, childish, sensitive, passive, musical.
Fighting style: Fighting is extremely scary, so Marc doesn't (can't) fight. He can run though, and is somewhat light on his feet, he guesses. While he could play horrendous music to disorient his enemies, playing bad music is definitely off limits and would harm Marc much more than his opponents.
History: Marc decided to leave Rahon with a small group of settlers in search of a new home before the monster invasion massacred the populace. It's because of this that he is so hopeful in comparison to the others. Ever since he woke up in Rahon, he has been able to play music impressively well. Along with the rest of the musicians, he tried playing many different instruments before he found his forgotten skill and experience with the flute. While nowadays there is a music guild dedicated to the training of musicians and the study of music, Marc prefers to make a living via street performances in the towns scattered across the land. He has made many friends through the years, including his pet dog, and is one of the few bards which some people recognize. He has gotten to know certain trails somewhat well due to frequent use, but the journeys are still inconvenient.
Support: He has a small pet dog, whom he has raised since it's birth. At about 1' 2" long, Marc guesses, it has sharp teeth, sharp claws, brown eyes, and is completely covered with 3" long (at most) fur which reflects the dogs emotions. It has a good nose, so it's somewhat useful in tracking, but rather useless in battle due to it's indescribable knack for getting hit. Marc always pretends to not realize/forget that his "dog" is really a monster. Also, the dog's male, and named Luther.

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Name: Lillian Marcolvic

Age: really 19, looks 23

Gender: Female

Appearance: About 5’8”or 9”. Streaked bleached hair, almost white but originally blond. Dark, dark brown eyes almost black, and tinted a little orange/hazel in the correct light. Her skin has a light tan. Black is her favorite color, showing in her clothes most. She wears a plain black t-shirt, and black jeans cut off just below the knees. Black shoes, resembles converse. She has an earring in the top of her right ear, black.

Past: She has the basic knowledge that all people start with; and the knowledge of war.

Likes: Her favorite color is black. Night, she finds it comforting. To her there is no danger (she has known worse than the dark). She likes biking on her motor cycle (read more below) on the outskirts of the Forest of Costwood (though she has never entered that specific realm of darkness).

Dislikes: People who try to take over or lead, especially those who try to lead her.

Personality: Headstrong. Dominant. Pushy… A little.

Fighting style: Likes big guns. Chain guns, rocket launchers. Few are left but she is a master of weaponry. Excellent shot with pistol, quick draw, excellent use of terrain. She has only one gun of her own, a small pistol which she carries around on the front of her belt.

History: She has her own cabin on the edge of Costwood. She lives alone, with no one and nothing but her hawk. She built her cabin by herself and likes her privacy, which is made known by where she lives.

Support: Her ‘hawk’ a ‘monster bird’ acts like Peregrine falcon but looks like a small feathered dragon. She found an old broken down motor cycle/dirt bike, which she fixed up and now drives around for transportation. It is a dark black, which, when polished, shines brightly in the light, with a thin silver line across the side. (And so I am guessing that it just runs on sunlight and water, not conventional fuel. Since that is what SNOC told me.)

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Name: Albert S. Smith
Nickname; Al or Smith

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance: Strong build, short brown hair, five-o-clock-shadow, around 5'11".

Clothing: Grey tee-shirt, Black Faded cargo pants, Leather jacket, black leather steel toed boots, aviator sunglasses, a fedora, A bullet belt strapped from his shoulder to his waist.

Hometown: In the mountains, middle of nowhere.

Likes: Hunting, shooting, relaxing, hiking, traveling.

Dislikes: people who annoy him.

Personality: Determined, easily annoyed, quiet, relaxed.

Fighting style: Sniper. He uses a kar98k and uses only the iron sight. He is an extremely accurate sniper, from years of experience.

Weapon: Anything of gun that shoots straight enough. Main; http://www.wolverineqtg.com/images/mrs-kar98-l.jpg Sidearm; A Colt Revolver; http://www.ugo.com/lifestyle/best-american-inventions/images/entries/Colt-revolver.jpg

History: He once lived in the city of Rahon, but after visiting a bar and mistakenly gets in a fight with a member of a secret mafia, he was taken outside of the city an knocked unconscious. Being beaten so brutally he had lost most of his memory, not knowing what to do now, he found himself wandering towards mountains and found an abandoned log cabin on the mountainside and he now lives far in the mountains where no-one has ventured before. Located East of Rahon. ( So I'm lazy... xP )

Support: None

Name: Jessica. She is known by any variant of this name(jessy jess ect)

Age: Biological-16. Actual-19 (when she woke up Jess was 12 and she has aged a bit)

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5"6'. Jessica is a girly-girl who has boundless energy and loves anything considered girly or cute. Hence that is why her usual outfit consists of mostly pink and other girly things. She wears normally a pink top which says "Cutie" a blue skirt, some sneakers, ear-rings which are always changing. Two gold bracelets on her left arm. She wears a pair of black gloves half finger gloves that on the back of the hand have a small sliv circle/orb attached to them. And a Sliv necklace which has a heart at the end.

Likes: Girly things. Cute things. Shiny things. Cute People. Logan. Clothes and shopping which are one in the same. And everything you could imagine for a girly type of girl to like.

Dislikes: Ugly things. Things that are not cute. People who are filthy (except Logan) Opposite of above.

Personality. Jessica seems to always have endless energy. She never seems to tire except when she feels like it and then she is the worst tired person ever. She is quite girly but will do some ungirly things when the time comes. She could be described as "a bouncy ball of energy" she also hates to lose.

Fighting Style: She is a user of whips, that is of sorts. She has never gotten her hands on an actual whip for Logan feared what would happen if she did, but she uses very fine threads which come out of the Sliv orbs on her gloves. They are razor sharp and she seems to control them effortlessly.

History: Three years had passed since the day of origin the expulsion from the city of Rahon. Jess was in a back alley somewhere and had been jumped by a group of thugs. She was about to be assaulted *Ahem* when an older man appeared, killed the group of men and without out thought or even effort picked her up and brought her along with him. Now Jess lives for this man. He is her whole world she follows him everywhere even at the times he tries to leave her behind. For she will never be separated from her dear Logan.

Support: Doesn't have any but is support for Logan.

Both approved.

Name: The lost one's: this name is how he describes himself but he is called Legion.
Age: 24 (or at least that seems to be the numeric number)
Gender: Man
Appearance:
5'8, very lean and muscular. Has long blond hair no facial hair. For clothing he wares what is available, but prefers camouflage clothing, while his shoes are nothing more than moccasins that he makes himself.

Hometown:
This is where he gets the name Legion for he feels as if there are many parts of him all over some in this ring world others far far away in a different world. B.C he can sometimes see these different places he feels as if his hometown is nothing more than the woods and ground under his feet.

Likes:

Loves the open spaces, woods, no matter how dangerous he feels its worth it. Many say its impossible to cross the mountains he wishes to try it one day...but alse the day is not yet. he feels a moving of water under his feet sometimes and belies that he must have some part of him that live on/in the water. But he can not quit grasp the feeling as with many of his other feelings. Likes to fight, lives for it. In fact since he "awoke" he has tryed to spend almost as much time fighting as he does everything else.

Dislikes:
Cowards, people that are not willing to stand up for themselves or there families. Total hates technology... but will use it just hates it.

Personality:
There are many which is why he feels that he is "the lost ones" b.c sometimes he feels in conflicted with himself. self preservation is a key motivator for him almost overwhelming but he is known for doing seemly selfless acts to help others... Which confuses him.

Fighting style:
With any weapon, but he carries two smaller knives curved (almost like Persian daggers) that is how he describes them but doesn't know where that word came from or what it means he just knows thats what they are. He also carries a sword on his back hand crafted by himself while in a trance it resembles viking 1 1/2 hand sword but has a slight curve to it.

History: Tell us about yourself. What have you been up to so far on our lovely new home.
The lost ones story is different than most. He did not wake up with everyone noor was he awake when the slaughter took place. He awoke from the earth it seemed. All alone yet he could hear many things, voices in everything. As time went on he learned that that was his gift that he could "see" his past's. It was during one of these times of deep reflection that he saw them, the monsters But they where not as big nor as harry as the ones on the ring world... they seemed to be more organized in this old world. And in this vision he saw thousands of people feeling for there lives, all dying. suddenly his vision panned out at he saw the hole battle field women, children, men, husbands, old, young doing everything they could to save themselves and it sickened him... But there seemed to be a small disturbance in his vision of the past there all alone was a man, seemingly himself trying desperately to fight back, using any available weapon. the monsters just seemed to think this was comical and let him fight back, the man was tarrifed b.c no one had every killed one. Then one of the herders of the beasts gave the man a sword and said almost indistinguishable kill it. The beast charged the man and the man grabed the sword and thrust it deep into the beast flesh. Suddenly the vision ended.
So Legion was awoke. he realized perhaps the beast can be killed he did not now if the man had killed the beast or not but wished to devote his life to finding becoming that man that had the fortitude to try.

Support: Just his passed lives, and his visions.

Approved. Welcome aboard.