Post by Francis on May 23, 2009 9:04:36 GMT -7
[Name] Schatten Livings
[Gender] Male
[Age] 16
[Type] Human
[Looks] Dark and intimidating. His eyes are red, and his hair is black. It is about shoulder length, with shorter back hair, and longer bangs. Normal body size, and about 6t tall.
Looks
Grackle "James"
[Family] Growing up on the streets toughened him. He had no family in memory. Nor could he ever remember being close to anyone. He has only one, the birds. Growing close to the feathers of the sky, he found himself fond of them. Their eyes, and minds connected. He was found at a young age and thrown into an orphanage. When he was old enough to think for himself, he left. Out into the world. Wandering.
[Personality Profile]The birds are his friends, as no one else is. In his eyes, humanity is naturally evil, and the apocalypse came to no surprise to him. He always has his trusty Grackle on his shoulder. He dislikes gunfire. Carrying a single short sword at his side, and the dagger concealed at his wrist. Many other throwing knives and tricks litter his pockets. A modern day parkour of sorts, he is quite agile, and flexible. When the infection hit, he found himself sitting atop a tunnel. Over looking a bridge that had broken when a storm of tanks had stormed through. Holding his buddy, "James" out on his fingertip, he sits there. Admiring the breeze.
[History Report]Found laying in a blanket, in the middle of the largest city on his continent. He was given to an orphanage until around the age of 9. Always sitting in the corner of the room, with the window open. Whistling strange tunes to the outside world. He was always found fiddling with something sharp. It was taken away from him, and he would have something new 5 minutes later. No one would adopt him, as he was a strage sight. No one bothered him, and he bothered no one. When the apocalypse hit, he was last seen climbing to the roof, and hopping rooftop to rooftop with his cloak on. He was never seen again.
[Gender] Male
[Age] 16
[Type] Human
[Looks] Dark and intimidating. His eyes are red, and his hair is black. It is about shoulder length, with shorter back hair, and longer bangs. Normal body size, and about 6t tall.
Looks
Grackle "James"
[Family] Growing up on the streets toughened him. He had no family in memory. Nor could he ever remember being close to anyone. He has only one, the birds. Growing close to the feathers of the sky, he found himself fond of them. Their eyes, and minds connected. He was found at a young age and thrown into an orphanage. When he was old enough to think for himself, he left. Out into the world. Wandering.
[Personality Profile]The birds are his friends, as no one else is. In his eyes, humanity is naturally evil, and the apocalypse came to no surprise to him. He always has his trusty Grackle on his shoulder. He dislikes gunfire. Carrying a single short sword at his side, and the dagger concealed at his wrist. Many other throwing knives and tricks litter his pockets. A modern day parkour of sorts, he is quite agile, and flexible. When the infection hit, he found himself sitting atop a tunnel. Over looking a bridge that had broken when a storm of tanks had stormed through. Holding his buddy, "James" out on his fingertip, he sits there. Admiring the breeze.
[History Report]Found laying in a blanket, in the middle of the largest city on his continent. He was given to an orphanage until around the age of 9. Always sitting in the corner of the room, with the window open. Whistling strange tunes to the outside world. He was always found fiddling with something sharp. It was taken away from him, and he would have something new 5 minutes later. No one would adopt him, as he was a strage sight. No one bothered him, and he bothered no one. When the apocalypse hit, he was last seen climbing to the roof, and hopping rooftop to rooftop with his cloak on. He was never seen again.