Post by spychris26 on Apr 26, 2009 15:47:36 GMT
Application Form
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Basic Information
Full Name: Chris Stone
Nickname: Chris
Age: 17
Hometown: Dome Seven
Appearance
Hair: Black hair, short hair
Eyes: Dark Blue
Body: Tall, broad shouldered, thin
Usual Clothing: Dark blue jeans, black tee shirt with no logo
Distinguishing Features: Scar that runs from the right shoulder to the left hip.
Family
Mother: Angela, 39, dead
Father: Michael, 40, dead
Siblings: None
Other Significant Relatives: Had an uncle but he suddenly disappeared and was never found again.
Short Bio: Lived with his parents and farmed until he was 13, then his parents were murdered in his own home and he barely escaped with his life. A man slashed at him with a knife and made a diagonal scar running across his chest. He lived with his uncle until he suddenly went missing, and was picked up by the locater.
Friends
Team Members: Please fill in once they have been decided.
Best Friend: None
Other Friends: None
Girlfriend/Boyfriend(?): None
School Popularity: 3 because he keeps to himself
Other Information
Subjects You Character Takes:
Mathematics
English Language
Geography
Politics
Criminal Psychology
Weapon Instruction
Martial Arts
History of Espionage
Strategy & Tactics (S&T)
Etiquette
Chemistry
Biology
English Literature
Spanish
Arabic
Best Subject:
1. Weapon Instruction- Chris just seems to understand how all the weapons function
2. Martial Arts- The only reason he’s good at it is because he has tremendous self control
3. Strategy & Tactics- It’s easier for Chris if he plans everything out first.
Worst Subject:
1. Politics
2. Geography
3. Criminal Psychology
Specific Skills: Born fighter, aptitude for computers, smooth talker, Chris loves to learn, and is able to remember anything he learns.
Personality:
The Good
Chris enjoys talking to people, and likes studying how other people react to him. He is friendly with every person he meets.
The Bad
Since he was thirteen, Chris is always tense. It takes a while to be able to gain his trust, and when someone does, it’s easy to lose it.
The Ugly
Chris can be very temper-mental around people who are arrogant. And if someone calls him a domer, he just loses it. Chris has some anger management issues once and a while.
Sample Roleplay:
Part One
“Good night mom, nite dad,” I said, kissing them both good night. I backed away from the hard mattress and wooden bed that I’d slept on countless times. I had no idea what was about to happen, oblivious, in my own world. I took the short walk back to my room, the wooden boards creaking under me. The darkness enveloped me like a cloak, weighing down heavily. I was undressing into my boxers when I heard more creaking on the floorboards.
I immediately knew that something was wrong, my parents never got out of bed once they’d lied down. I stayed completely still, making no sound at all, and saw the shadow of feet passing by my door. I could hear the heavy breathing of the person on the other side of the door. My dad didn’t hear it; he was talking with my mom about how the crops weren’t growing fast enough.
I didn’t know what to do, I was scared. I decided that I had to be brave, so I crept out into the hall way. There was no one in it, I was all alone, I relaxed a little, and then I heard a blood curdling scream. It had come from my parents bedroom! Someone was in there! I sprinted into the room, to find my mother lying dead in bed and my father being stabbed.
Needless to say, I screamed. My dad cast his eyes on me, a look of sheer terror in them. Then he shut his eyes for the last time. The murderer turned to face me, and I saw for the first time the man who killed my parents. He was entirely dressed in black, and was holding a very bloody butcher knife. He was olive skinned, which was abnormal for a domer.
He ran towards me, his ragged breathing filling the entire room. He slashed his knife at me, and if it had fully connected it would have killed me instantly. Instead, I felt a searing hot pain across my whole chest that threatened to overwhelm me. Thankfully, I had jumped back and the knife only cut through an inch of me. But I still immediately felt weak, like my strength was being drained from me. Instead, it was blood, soaking my boxers completely. I collapsed on the floor, and the man took one last look at me, and bolted out. Slowly, very slowly, my eyelids dropped over my eyes, and I passed out.
Part Two
I woke up to the sound, of slow repetitive beeping. I was beginning to get annoyed with it when I realized it was my heart beating. I slowly opened my eyes and the searing light of the hospital flooded into them. I blinked for a while, and then turned my head to my right, sitting there, was my uncle.
“Waa, what are you doin’ here?” I spoke groggily, trying not to slur too much.
“What do you remember about two nights ago?” My uncle asked softly, not meeting my gaze. It took me a few moments to remember, because after all, I was on some serious medication. And when I did realize it, it hit me like a wall.
“Nooo, no it can’t be. Nooo,” I screamed, wailing into my uncle’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, I’m going to take care of you now, everything will be alright.”
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Basic Information
Full Name: Chris Stone
Nickname: Chris
Age: 17
Hometown: Dome Seven
Appearance
Hair: Black hair, short hair
Eyes: Dark Blue
Body: Tall, broad shouldered, thin
Usual Clothing: Dark blue jeans, black tee shirt with no logo
Distinguishing Features: Scar that runs from the right shoulder to the left hip.
Family
Mother: Angela, 39, dead
Father: Michael, 40, dead
Siblings: None
Other Significant Relatives: Had an uncle but he suddenly disappeared and was never found again.
Short Bio: Lived with his parents and farmed until he was 13, then his parents were murdered in his own home and he barely escaped with his life. A man slashed at him with a knife and made a diagonal scar running across his chest. He lived with his uncle until he suddenly went missing, and was picked up by the locater.
Friends
Team Members: Please fill in once they have been decided.
Best Friend: None
Other Friends: None
Girlfriend/Boyfriend(?): None
School Popularity: 3 because he keeps to himself
Other Information
Subjects You Character Takes:
Mathematics
English Language
Geography
Politics
Criminal Psychology
Weapon Instruction
Martial Arts
History of Espionage
Strategy & Tactics (S&T)
Etiquette
Chemistry
Biology
English Literature
Spanish
Arabic
Best Subject:
1. Weapon Instruction- Chris just seems to understand how all the weapons function
2. Martial Arts- The only reason he’s good at it is because he has tremendous self control
3. Strategy & Tactics- It’s easier for Chris if he plans everything out first.
Worst Subject:
1. Politics
2. Geography
3. Criminal Psychology
Specific Skills: Born fighter, aptitude for computers, smooth talker, Chris loves to learn, and is able to remember anything he learns.
Personality:
The Good
Chris enjoys talking to people, and likes studying how other people react to him. He is friendly with every person he meets.
The Bad
Since he was thirteen, Chris is always tense. It takes a while to be able to gain his trust, and when someone does, it’s easy to lose it.
The Ugly
Chris can be very temper-mental around people who are arrogant. And if someone calls him a domer, he just loses it. Chris has some anger management issues once and a while.
Sample Roleplay:
Part One
“Good night mom, nite dad,” I said, kissing them both good night. I backed away from the hard mattress and wooden bed that I’d slept on countless times. I had no idea what was about to happen, oblivious, in my own world. I took the short walk back to my room, the wooden boards creaking under me. The darkness enveloped me like a cloak, weighing down heavily. I was undressing into my boxers when I heard more creaking on the floorboards.
I immediately knew that something was wrong, my parents never got out of bed once they’d lied down. I stayed completely still, making no sound at all, and saw the shadow of feet passing by my door. I could hear the heavy breathing of the person on the other side of the door. My dad didn’t hear it; he was talking with my mom about how the crops weren’t growing fast enough.
I didn’t know what to do, I was scared. I decided that I had to be brave, so I crept out into the hall way. There was no one in it, I was all alone, I relaxed a little, and then I heard a blood curdling scream. It had come from my parents bedroom! Someone was in there! I sprinted into the room, to find my mother lying dead in bed and my father being stabbed.
Needless to say, I screamed. My dad cast his eyes on me, a look of sheer terror in them. Then he shut his eyes for the last time. The murderer turned to face me, and I saw for the first time the man who killed my parents. He was entirely dressed in black, and was holding a very bloody butcher knife. He was olive skinned, which was abnormal for a domer.
He ran towards me, his ragged breathing filling the entire room. He slashed his knife at me, and if it had fully connected it would have killed me instantly. Instead, I felt a searing hot pain across my whole chest that threatened to overwhelm me. Thankfully, I had jumped back and the knife only cut through an inch of me. But I still immediately felt weak, like my strength was being drained from me. Instead, it was blood, soaking my boxers completely. I collapsed on the floor, and the man took one last look at me, and bolted out. Slowly, very slowly, my eyelids dropped over my eyes, and I passed out.
Part Two
I woke up to the sound, of slow repetitive beeping. I was beginning to get annoyed with it when I realized it was my heart beating. I slowly opened my eyes and the searing light of the hospital flooded into them. I blinked for a while, and then turned my head to my right, sitting there, was my uncle.
“Waa, what are you doin’ here?” I spoke groggily, trying not to slur too much.
“What do you remember about two nights ago?” My uncle asked softly, not meeting my gaze. It took me a few moments to remember, because after all, I was on some serious medication. And when I did realize it, it hit me like a wall.
“Nooo, no it can’t be. Nooo,” I screamed, wailing into my uncle’s shoulder.
“It’s okay, I’m going to take care of you now, everything will be alright.”