Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 22:32:38 GMT -7
Rory Grant
Rory Elliot Grant Seventeen Noble N/A Truth Data/Mixed FACE CLAIM: Nai ANIMANGA: Karneval GENDER: Male HEIGHT: Five Feet, Four Inches WEIGHT: One Hundred and Eighteen Pounds APPEARANCE Despite his age, Rory is rather small in stature which often gives people the impression that he is a lot younger than he appears. He isn't particularly tall, nor does he weigh that much which puts the guy at a disadvantage in physical fights. His hair is white, some say that its been bleached that way, but that's a secret that Rory isn't willing to share - he's fine with it the way it is (and you know, maybe frosting the ends of his hair with the faintest touch of purple on occasion). Rory has to wear glasses, except he isn't a fan of how they look on him so instead he wears contacts that are colored red, which gives him more of an albino look even though he isn't one. He doesn't have any tattoos or piercings, though the idea of getting a tattoo is interesting nevertheless. Unfortunately for Rory, he's just some boring kid - he likes colorful clothing, whatever will fit. Shots are a particular favourite of his mainly because they allow him freedom of movement compared to denim which he finds somewhat restrictive. LIKES DISLIKES POSITIVE
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HISTORY Rory was never meant to be born, just an accident belonging to some common whore who couldn't afford the medical help to get rid of him. As a child he had always been in the way, walking in on his mother at the wrong times, needing attention when she was too busy to give it to him. His father was there once in a blue moon, but it was only to sleep with his mother before he was out the door again with nothing more than a pat on his head for being a good boy while they were busy. He hated it, but she fed and clothed him as needed - what else did he ever need? It was a miracle that Rory could ever put up with it, all throughout elementary school he bit his tongue. However, as he grew older, those little comments would spill from his lips - snide remarks, sarcastic little quips towards the clientele that would lead to full-blown arguments or get him into trouble for his mouth. It led to his share of fights, but the kid didn't let it bother him, Rory had other things to worry about than whatever bastard was in his mother's bed that night. By the time he reached high school, Rory was beginning to understand that despite his best efforts, he was his mother's son. He slept around, probably looking for someone to give him the attention that he so desperately needed, but mostly because he liked it. He liked the feel of another man pressed up against him, pushing into him and making him blind to everything but the pleasure. This was how Rory lived; he no longer stayed at home - often staying over at a friend's place every night in an attempt to escape the hell that awaited him at home. He had what he wanted, a warm bed, and someone to sleep with him - he didn't need his mother. It's that sort of attitude that gets a kid into trouble though, thinking he knows everything, going out to show the world what he's made of. However, he may have been too forward with his moves - becoming a tamer, picking fights with the Wall Corps... it didn't take long for city officials to hear about the fuss he was causing, but that was why they approached him. With all of that extra energy and recklessness, Rory was offered a founding position in Tokyo's new project- the Archangel Initiative - just a little something to help supplement the wall's defensive, and on occasion, run outside to play search and rescue. He doesn't know why he did it, and he certainly doesn't understand the sinkhole he's put himself in. MEMBER NAME: Dan AGE: Twenty-One OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A ROLEPLAY SAMPLE The holidays were slowly drawing to a close and as per usual, Theodore had done nothing productive whatsoever. His summer homework was neatly tucked away in a corner of his bedroom, long forgotten amongst the plans he had made with his friends. Each passing day merely give the blonde an excuse to brush off anything important he needed to do, promising himself that he would get to it the next morning. Of course when Theo's sleeping habits were taken into account, it was usually pretty late in the afternoon before the guy actually woke up and by that point he was in the shower and scrambling out the door to try and meet his friends on time. It was amazing they had put up with the blonde's antics for as long as he did because he could only offer them a sheepish grin and apologize once more for being half an hour late. This time however, the Sacrifice would be unable to get away with his usual antics as the person he had made plans with was coming over to his house. Getting out of bed had been a ridiculous struggle for Theodore, as he was home alone he had to rely on his alarm clock to force him from his slumber at an earlier hour. That being said, the boy wasn't as insane as some of his friends that he would get out of bed before the sun even rose - hell, he thought he was being generous by crawling out of bed before noon. With an irritated whine, Theodore slowly fought his way through the tangle of blankets covering his lanky body. Normally the male would have been buried under layers upon layers of thick, fluffy blankets as well as pyjamas to keep himself toasty warm, but it was hot during the summer and he was reduced to wearing almost nothing at all. Well... the seventeen year old said he wore something to bed though that never seemed to be the case as he stumbled to the bathroom half-asleep and very much naked. His first thought was to clamber into the shower, yelping at his own stupidity for being in the tub when he turned the tap. Cold water cascaded over his skin causing the male to shiver and complain to himself while he waited for the water to heat up to a more comfortable temperature. It felt like hours had passed before the blonde could actually clean himself, taking his time to scrub every inch of his body until he felt clean. Normally the boy wouldn't have spent more than ten minutes under the water, but because of who was coming over he wanted to make a good impression for his friend. Cooper was visiting him and while it shouldn't have been that big of a deal, the seventeen year old was certainly feeling giddy over it as he had spent most of last night trying to figure out what the pair would do. Of course there was the usual, play video games, go hang outside for a few hours and all of that junk, but the boy had more than that on his mind. With how Cooper handled himself in the kitchen it was pretty damn amazing that the other hadn't gone and blown himself up yet. That was why he had offered to teach his friend how to cook, without the explosions and potentially poisonous foods that the other may have tried to create. He shook his head at the thought as he climbed out of the shower and began to towel his blonde hair dry. Theodore's nose wrinkled slightly, the fabric always made his ears twitch when it brushed up against the fur of his feline ears. "What to wear, what to wear." The young man hummed to himself, wandering to his bedroom to find clothes - oblivious to the sounds of knocking on the front door. |
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