Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 17:50:20 GMT -7
Milo Shire Twenty-two Nefarious Just try it, see what happens. Brutality Gabumon - Patamon - Dorumon FACE CLAIM: Akira. ANIMANGA: Togainu no Chi. GENDER: Male. HEIGHT: 5'8''. WEIGHT: 130lbs. APPEARANCE He's not one for remaining still and being stared at; given the chance, he'll slink out of a room and be on his furtive way. Working outdoors and long days of travel has left him with a lanky, almost stretched out frame, appearing almost fragile if not for the tensile strength in his muscles. With deft physical reflexes and a wiry body, resilient to both pain and stress; to his chagrin, his skin remains relatively light and prone to marks or bruises. His hair is a silky mess of silvery-blonde, ranging from short to medium; the bangs are constant, though, framing a set of hard blue eyes. He usually wears; layers and layers of whatever's clean and on hand. He's got better things to do than worry about how he looks; old jeans will do. He invests in thick, durable, travel-worthy clothing and tends to avoid decorative wear; however, he has recently fallen into the habit of wearing a simple pair of dog tags. Sometimes, Milo's sibling wondered when his loyalty had become so tied to the business that he barely turned down a request. It was in the vague interest of inter-Family relations that he offered Milo a room upon his release from the hell of the war he fought. The phone call came through from his boss on a Thursday, mid-afternoon, and Milo's sibling had just finished paperwork and was on his way to begin dinner in the kitchen. It was a small favor. All he was asking--and he wouldn't be asking if he wasn't so busy and never mind that it might have something to do with the tension bristling through the estate at the mention of Milo's release--was for his sibling to offer some space, just a little, and only temporarily. Just a few days, most likely. His brother heard them stagger in sometime after three in the morning. He was still awake, still bent over the desk in his study, still the same expense report for the twenty-third time. He wasn't waiting up, exactly, but he didn't know what else to call it.
MEMBER NAME: Elk. AGE: 20 OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A. ROLEPLAY SAMPLE When Ariel was a younger thing still, the largest continent in the world was his mother's house; sprawling levels vast and fragrant, mountains that jutted out into the sunrise, sunset. It was uncharted territory; like this was too, filled with strange beasts, and stranger mythos - if he hadn't been pulled here already he would have willed it himself. So, he'd spent the best part of his first week soaking in uncharacteristic literature ranging from topographical research to nightstand reading. The ginger seemed too ensconced in the wrappings of scholarly quiet that plagued the laboratory to notice the time on his watch to which end he ignored, single eye skimming the last passage he needed. However, the clock in the plaza was finishing its eleventh toll when he'd stood to herd his things into a box and exited the building, working his way into his jacket and pocketing his scarf despite the colder weather. The man waited a moment glancing around, reorienting himself after several hours spent immersed in research, then searched his pockets for a lighter and accompanying smoke and shoving it between his lips. He sighed out, happily plugging his lungs up with tar and some measure of warmth when stared down at the map in his hands, no doubt confounded by its symbols and foreign street names, North this and Estival that. "Gods, even after'a week still can't find where that flat went." |
