Post by Sephyless Pullman on Sept 10, 2006 17:29:07 GMT -5
Username: kagenokage
Character Name: Sephyless Pullman
Pronunciation: Seff-e-luss Pull-Man
Nickname: Seph
Pronunciation: Seff
Gender: Male
Character Age: 17
Date of Birth: November 21st
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 160
Hair: Black
Hair Type: Spiked, and looks like he's facing into the wind
Eyes: brown with green on the inside (yes this is a natural phenomina)
Eye Type: Beady and round
Skin: Very pale
Body Type: Slim and muscular
Face Shape: Circular
Race: Human
Blood Type: AB+
Clothing Style 1: Red tee shirt with large white skull on the front, sleeves ripped, and black denim pants
Clothing Colour: Red/Black
Clothing Style 2: Black vest with no shirt underneath and blue jeans
Clothing Colour: Blue
Extra Accessories: Simple gold earrings, a skull tatoo on the inside of his right leg and an iron chain ring
Personality: Does not believe that a spirit exists, only the mind and body. He enjoys indulging in the many pleasures life has to offer, from drugs to women.
Inner personality: His life feels empty and pointless, like there's a great void where his heart should be. He does his best to dismiss it, but it overcomes him every once in a while.
Skills: A great fistfighter, and knows some simple acrobatic maneuvers, like doing a backflip and kicking up off the ground.
Flaws: Is not very good with weapons at all, and doesn't know the meaning of 'Foreplay.'
Example Roleplay: Sephyless walked into the apartment and lie down carefully on the couch. The woman's apartment wasn't very clean. The carpet was stained and there was junk strewn across the floor. He had picked the whore up off the street by look, his friend had described her, and how well she did. On top of that, she was cheap.
The whore walked in behind him and went into the bathroom to take off her globs of lipstick and makeup. He never liked how they dressed, it went beyond demeaning into sick for him.
Something's missing, he thought. It was always so empty. Something wasn't there that was supposed to be. He didn't believe in love, it was just a trick the mind plays on the body. It was pleasurable, yes, but it was never really great. He turned on his side uncomfortably. If this is my soul talking to me, then it's rotting.
The whore walked into the room, a bathrobe wrapped around her until he was ready. He got up and walked to the door, his head hanging. "Keep the money," he said. He opened the door with a creak and turned to look at the poor woman, then stepped outside into the cold night air and shut it quietly. He didn't feel like it tonight.
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Character Name: Sephyless Pullman
Pronunciation: Seff-e-luss Pull-Man
Nickname: Seph
Pronunciation: Seff
Gender: Male
Character Age: 17
Date of Birth: November 21st
Height: 6' 0"
Weight: 160
Hair: Black
Hair Type: Spiked, and looks like he's facing into the wind
Eyes: brown with green on the inside (yes this is a natural phenomina)
Eye Type: Beady and round
Skin: Very pale
Body Type: Slim and muscular
Face Shape: Circular
Race: Human
Blood Type: AB+
Clothing Style 1: Red tee shirt with large white skull on the front, sleeves ripped, and black denim pants
Clothing Colour: Red/Black
Clothing Style 2: Black vest with no shirt underneath and blue jeans
Clothing Colour: Blue
Extra Accessories: Simple gold earrings, a skull tatoo on the inside of his right leg and an iron chain ring
Personality: Does not believe that a spirit exists, only the mind and body. He enjoys indulging in the many pleasures life has to offer, from drugs to women.
Inner personality: His life feels empty and pointless, like there's a great void where his heart should be. He does his best to dismiss it, but it overcomes him every once in a while.
Skills: A great fistfighter, and knows some simple acrobatic maneuvers, like doing a backflip and kicking up off the ground.
Flaws: Is not very good with weapons at all, and doesn't know the meaning of 'Foreplay.'
Example Roleplay: Sephyless walked into the apartment and lie down carefully on the couch. The woman's apartment wasn't very clean. The carpet was stained and there was junk strewn across the floor. He had picked the whore up off the street by look, his friend had described her, and how well she did. On top of that, she was cheap.
The whore walked in behind him and went into the bathroom to take off her globs of lipstick and makeup. He never liked how they dressed, it went beyond demeaning into sick for him.
Something's missing, he thought. It was always so empty. Something wasn't there that was supposed to be. He didn't believe in love, it was just a trick the mind plays on the body. It was pleasurable, yes, but it was never really great. He turned on his side uncomfortably. If this is my soul talking to me, then it's rotting.
The whore walked into the room, a bathrobe wrapped around her until he was ready. He got up and walked to the door, his head hanging. "Keep the money," he said. He opened the door with a creak and turned to look at the poor woman, then stepped outside into the cold night air and shut it quietly. He didn't feel like it tonight.
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