Post by Stephen on Jan 20, 2009 23:03:48 GMT -5
♥ Welcome to the Dark Side of the Moon♥
*This jealous actor has a habit, of making things sound way to tragic.*
*This jealous actor has a habit, of making things sound way to tragic.*
Behind the RPer
Nickname: Cyanide
Age: 16
Gender: Female
How can we reach you: AIM//KeybladeMastaRox
RP Experience: Six years
Your Character
Name: Stephen Chesh
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Play By: I'm not quite sure
Loyal to: Queen and Prince
Occupation: Executioner
Likes:
X Confusing people,
X The dark,
X Hot tea,
X Sweets,
X Death. (It's a love hate thing)
Dislikes:
X Dogs,
X The sun,
X Bitter things,
X Cold tea,
X Death. (It's a love hate thing)
Strengths:
X He's Motivated,
X He has a photographic memory,
X He's charming,
X He's rather genius,
X He's inventive.
Weaknesses:
X He's apprehensive,
X He sometimes doesn't have people skills,
X He's a bit critically inclined,
X His habit of suppressing his natural kindness,
X He can be a perfectionist.
Personality: Usually Stephen is observant, shrewd, and a bit critically inclined almost judicious even at times. Though he can be patient and a practical supporter of the status quo, He tends toward conservatism in all departments of life.
On the surface Stephen is emotionally cold, and sometimes this goes deeper, for he does have a habit of suppressing his natural kindness if he were to keep it up it could become an atrophy. If he could commit himself to a friendship, make a few relationships, and they not be superficial. Then maybe his people skills wouldn’t atrophy.
Stephen has considerable charm and dignity, which makes him very often appear effeminate when he is most certainly not.
When concerning relationships Stephen can be genuinely affectionate, but his love is a perfection of technique rather than the expression of desire.
He’s intellectually enquiring, methodical and logical, studious and teachable. Often he combines mental ingenuity with the ability to produce a clear analysis of the most complicated problems. Stephen has an excellent eye for detail but may be so meticulous that he neglects larger issues at times. Also, although he is realists, he slows down projects by being too exact, causing some problems at one time or another.
The outward lack of feeling may, in him, conceal too much emotion, to which Stephen is afraid of giving way because he does not trust others, nor does he have confidence in himself or his judgments. This is because he is conscious of certain shortcomings in himself of worldliness, of practicality, of sophistication and of outgoingness. So Stephen brings the art of self concealment to a high pitch, hiding his offhanded apprehensiveness about himself and his often considerable sympathy with other people under a mantle of matter of factness and undemonstrative, quiet reserve. Yet while Stephen is and can be unassuming, outwardly cheerful and have an agreeable fashion, he can be sensible, discreet, well spoken, wise and witty, with a good understanding of other people's problems which he can tackle with a practicality not always evident in his own personal relationships.
He’s practical with his nimble hands, a good technician and has genuine inventive talents. Thoroughness, hard work and conscientiousness are his hallmarks, and he is are such perfectionists that, if things go wrong, Stephen is easily discouraged. Because of Stephen’s ability to see every angle of a many sided question, he’s unhappy with abstract theorizing. Appreciating the many different points of view.
History: Born on a fall day, Stephen Chesh came into this world. His mother yet but a common whore in the small village they lived in, and the man he thought of as his father up untill age three left them. Due to him finding out Stephen wasn't his, he had always thought the boy wasn't because he had cat ears and a tail, obviously, and his mother nor his so called father had them. But Stephen's mother claimed vigorously that her father had them, and she just didn't get that gene. His 'father' soon decided to get smart and leave.
Sadly he left dear Stephen too. To deal with his mother. Even though the man wasn't his father Stephen would always regard him as such, and really just consider him a dead beat one now. Honestly he hated them both.
By the time he turned seven, only a few weeks later, had had came home. Unlike the other numerous times, it was dark out, and he had been roaming the streets, he wasted no time in hurrying home. Obviously because he didn't want to get snatched up in the dark. Though it might have been a relief. By the time he had gotten home, he rushed up the few stars to his house, opeing the door to his home. Now most would have had it locked, his mother being her though, well Stephen never found this odd.
At first when he called out to his mother she didn’t answer, he assumed she was with yet another person back in her room, so he proceeded into the kitchen to wait for her and have a snack, that’s when he found her. In a pool of her own crimson blood, the black and white kitchen tiles now a distorted color. She was dead, he was smart enough to know that much. But Stephen didn’t, or rather couldn’t believe it. He had seen it all, her limp frail body clinging lifelessly to the cold hard floor, as if she was pleading to the heavens for atonement for the things she had done. Stephen believed, and hoped she got it. Because her of all people needed it.
With that he ran away, fleeing the scene, he didn't want to deal with anybody about all of this. Staying anywhere he could, up until he was fifteen, there after he managed his way into The Kingdom of ice, by then he had become something he once wasn't hardened by what he had went through in his childhood, and having to get by. Most would have been killed on site or thrown away into the dungeon, but at they time potential was seen in him. The potential to kill, and that's what he did. Becoming an executioner by the age of seventeen. Now at the age of nineteen he's top notch at what he does, being able to kill anybody he has to. Pleased that at least somewhere he is needed and wanted.
Custom Title: The Black Cat
Sample RP: Taken from a roleplay I am in.
Password: ginger
Name: Stephen Chesh
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Play By: I'm not quite sure
Loyal to: Queen and Prince
Occupation: Executioner
Likes:
X Confusing people,
X The dark,
X Hot tea,
X Sweets,
X Death. (It's a love hate thing)
Dislikes:
X Dogs,
X The sun,
X Bitter things,
X Cold tea,
X Death. (It's a love hate thing)
Strengths:
X He's Motivated,
X He has a photographic memory,
X He's charming,
X He's rather genius,
X He's inventive.
Weaknesses:
X He's apprehensive,
X He sometimes doesn't have people skills,
X He's a bit critically inclined,
X His habit of suppressing his natural kindness,
X He can be a perfectionist.
Personality: Usually Stephen is observant, shrewd, and a bit critically inclined almost judicious even at times. Though he can be patient and a practical supporter of the status quo, He tends toward conservatism in all departments of life.
On the surface Stephen is emotionally cold, and sometimes this goes deeper, for he does have a habit of suppressing his natural kindness if he were to keep it up it could become an atrophy. If he could commit himself to a friendship, make a few relationships, and they not be superficial. Then maybe his people skills wouldn’t atrophy.
Stephen has considerable charm and dignity, which makes him very often appear effeminate when he is most certainly not.
When concerning relationships Stephen can be genuinely affectionate, but his love is a perfection of technique rather than the expression of desire.
He’s intellectually enquiring, methodical and logical, studious and teachable. Often he combines mental ingenuity with the ability to produce a clear analysis of the most complicated problems. Stephen has an excellent eye for detail but may be so meticulous that he neglects larger issues at times. Also, although he is realists, he slows down projects by being too exact, causing some problems at one time or another.
The outward lack of feeling may, in him, conceal too much emotion, to which Stephen is afraid of giving way because he does not trust others, nor does he have confidence in himself or his judgments. This is because he is conscious of certain shortcomings in himself of worldliness, of practicality, of sophistication and of outgoingness. So Stephen brings the art of self concealment to a high pitch, hiding his offhanded apprehensiveness about himself and his often considerable sympathy with other people under a mantle of matter of factness and undemonstrative, quiet reserve. Yet while Stephen is and can be unassuming, outwardly cheerful and have an agreeable fashion, he can be sensible, discreet, well spoken, wise and witty, with a good understanding of other people's problems which he can tackle with a practicality not always evident in his own personal relationships.
He’s practical with his nimble hands, a good technician and has genuine inventive talents. Thoroughness, hard work and conscientiousness are his hallmarks, and he is are such perfectionists that, if things go wrong, Stephen is easily discouraged. Because of Stephen’s ability to see every angle of a many sided question, he’s unhappy with abstract theorizing. Appreciating the many different points of view.
History: Born on a fall day, Stephen Chesh came into this world. His mother yet but a common whore in the small village they lived in, and the man he thought of as his father up untill age three left them. Due to him finding out Stephen wasn't his, he had always thought the boy wasn't because he had cat ears and a tail, obviously, and his mother nor his so called father had them. But Stephen's mother claimed vigorously that her father had them, and she just didn't get that gene. His 'father' soon decided to get smart and leave.
Sadly he left dear Stephen too. To deal with his mother. Even though the man wasn't his father Stephen would always regard him as such, and really just consider him a dead beat one now. Honestly he hated them both.
By the time he turned seven, only a few weeks later, had had came home. Unlike the other numerous times, it was dark out, and he had been roaming the streets, he wasted no time in hurrying home. Obviously because he didn't want to get snatched up in the dark. Though it might have been a relief. By the time he had gotten home, he rushed up the few stars to his house, opeing the door to his home. Now most would have had it locked, his mother being her though, well Stephen never found this odd.
At first when he called out to his mother she didn’t answer, he assumed she was with yet another person back in her room, so he proceeded into the kitchen to wait for her and have a snack, that’s when he found her. In a pool of her own crimson blood, the black and white kitchen tiles now a distorted color. She was dead, he was smart enough to know that much. But Stephen didn’t, or rather couldn’t believe it. He had seen it all, her limp frail body clinging lifelessly to the cold hard floor, as if she was pleading to the heavens for atonement for the things she had done. Stephen believed, and hoped she got it. Because her of all people needed it.
With that he ran away, fleeing the scene, he didn't want to deal with anybody about all of this. Staying anywhere he could, up until he was fifteen, there after he managed his way into The Kingdom of ice, by then he had become something he once wasn't hardened by what he had went through in his childhood, and having to get by. Most would have been killed on site or thrown away into the dungeon, but at they time potential was seen in him. The potential to kill, and that's what he did. Becoming an executioner by the age of seventeen. Now at the age of nineteen he's top notch at what he does, being able to kill anybody he has to. Pleased that at least somewhere he is needed and wanted.
Custom Title: The Black Cat
Sample RP: Taken from a roleplay I am in.
The sound of sirens filled the city that night. Ten o’ clock to be exact. Somebody must be dead again. Now it was a normal occurrence sure, but only ever since Kira came around. Everybody was too scared of Kira to do any sort of crime, and if anybody decided to get smart and try something he caught them. Stephen envied Kira. He just couldn’t believe people, would be more scared of him then the police force or anybody else such as. Stephen had never thought of Kira as a hero, sure the end could justify the means, and Stephen did agree with the fact that sometimes the only hero’s you could get, were sometimes bad guys. Or a vigilante in this case. What Stephen did not agree with was the manner of going about killing criminals. The police officers who put them away worked hard everyday, and even if they wanted to kill these guys, they didn’t have that privilege, what gave Kira the right to! They couldn’t protect themselves or there families, yet he could. It just seemed so selfish to him, and because of this Stephen just didn’t think he was a hero.
So there he was, on that bitter cold night; trudging through epidemic cold that had swept the area. White frosted leaves and snow everywhere. A small annoyed frown placed on his sleek fitting face. His outfit had consisted of a pair of slim fit dark blue jeans, a not quite tight plain white tee shirt, that had fitted him rather well. Showing his slight washboard abs beneath. That was what he had found to wear, besides his shoes, and those were plain black tennis shoes, with white laces.
The snow made a light crunching noise between them and the pavement.
Of course, he had on a jacket what with this cold. Just a plain blue colored one the same color as his jeans. It was slipped over his tee shirt.
Stopping just outside the massive gothic style school’s frosted gates he re-adjusted his jacket, as it was sliding off his broad shoulders,
“What did you need me here for? It‘s my day off..” He spoke out, his voice almost as cold as the frosty air, and he let his brown eyes scan the frozen tundra of an area. “Well Stephen.” The man before him began, and Stephen merely ran a hand threw his messy black hair. “It’s Kira we want you to join up to find him, take him down.” Stephen heisted to speak, at the mere mention of that name. Then he looked up at the school idly. “Why me?” The man shook his head and spoke once again. “Because your one of the best out there, point blank.” Stephen raised an eyebrow and scoffed lightly. “You flatter me.” He took a pause looking back at the man, he was obviously an FBI agent. “When do I start.” The man smiled at Stephen, a small gleam in his eyes. "Whenever your ready."
This would be interesting.Password: ginger
