Post by Shattered Moon on Dec 3, 2013 16:45:30 GMT -6
Your username: Shattered Moon
Character's name: Damaste Candlit
Character's age: 20
Character's race: Faunus
Character's factions: Beacon
Character's attitude: Very friendly and loyal to everyone, and loves to be the amusing center of attention. However, that doesn't make him irresponsible.
He can settle fights, and come up with very creative solutions. An over-optimistic, he genuinely wants to be everyone's friend. That makes him an incredible team player
who never puts up a fuss, but offers his opinion when needed. [This is his personality: www.personalitypage.com/html/ESFP.html]
Character's appearance: Very light blnde hair, almost white, and grey eyes too. He has a coon tail and carries double blades on his back. He usually dresses in black and gold. He wears thick iron battle-gloves. He has a slight build, betraying lots of muscles from pulling a plow.
[Nice little avatar I made; credit to tektek.org]
Weapons: He has two golden and black blades strapped across his back, but prefers to use his gloves. They have small holes in each knuckle that can store any type of
bullet and can expel the missile at over 75 mph.
Other info: Damaste's semblance is speech. He can communicate with his emotions, like calming an animal or human down so he can "weave word magic".
He is an incredible storyteller and has honeyed words, in a way. He can persuade almost anyone.
History: Damaste lived the simple, happy life. He had a wonderful childhood, and helped everyone. He lived in a small, peaceful kingdom named Lanboudar, which was a farming
economy. Damste grew up on a horse, being the family animal-lover. He fed the animals, reared them, and generally loved life on a farm. The country taught its children martial arts,
but Damaste was always hearing about the Hunters and Huntresses. He soon decided he wanted that for his future.
One night, Damaste gathered his belongings and left a note for his parents explaining where he had gone. He hoped they would understand. One hour later, Damaste was on a ship
for Vale. He reached the kingdom and bought a small cottage, and once he was settled he applied for Signal. There, he met a lot of friends and after 4 years of work, Damaste was off for Beacon.
Role-play Sample:
Damaste trotted down the hallway, studying the small map he had found on the airship. As he picked his way amoung the gathered students, he was suddenly tripped. He slid
a few inches before looking up at the bully.
"So, your best side is viewed from below?" Damaste asked the big boy standing above him, putting his signature amusing twist on the comment. The guy sneered and shoved his foot into Damaste's chest. "Very nice, I see... This is truly incredible!" wheezing, Damaste examined the bully's expression. Still smug and ugly. "You know, I was enjoying my little stroll before you planted your foot on me. Sorry, but I don't give pedicures." The boy's face twisted into rage and Damaste flipped up to his feet. "You know, people really should see some more of that amazing foot. Why don't you... Go show someone else? Sure they'd appreciate the experience."
Character's name: Damaste Candlit
Character's age: 20
Character's race: Faunus
Character's factions: Beacon
Character's attitude: Very friendly and loyal to everyone, and loves to be the amusing center of attention. However, that doesn't make him irresponsible.
He can settle fights, and come up with very creative solutions. An over-optimistic, he genuinely wants to be everyone's friend. That makes him an incredible team player
who never puts up a fuss, but offers his opinion when needed. [This is his personality: www.personalitypage.com/html/ESFP.html]
Character's appearance: Very light blnde hair, almost white, and grey eyes too. He has a coon tail and carries double blades on his back. He usually dresses in black and gold. He wears thick iron battle-gloves. He has a slight build, betraying lots of muscles from pulling a plow.
[Nice little avatar I made; credit to tektek.org]Weapons: He has two golden and black blades strapped across his back, but prefers to use his gloves. They have small holes in each knuckle that can store any type of
bullet and can expel the missile at over 75 mph.
Other info: Damaste's semblance is speech. He can communicate with his emotions, like calming an animal or human down so he can "weave word magic".
He is an incredible storyteller and has honeyed words, in a way. He can persuade almost anyone.
History: Damaste lived the simple, happy life. He had a wonderful childhood, and helped everyone. He lived in a small, peaceful kingdom named Lanboudar, which was a farming
economy. Damste grew up on a horse, being the family animal-lover. He fed the animals, reared them, and generally loved life on a farm. The country taught its children martial arts,
but Damaste was always hearing about the Hunters and Huntresses. He soon decided he wanted that for his future.
One night, Damaste gathered his belongings and left a note for his parents explaining where he had gone. He hoped they would understand. One hour later, Damaste was on a ship
for Vale. He reached the kingdom and bought a small cottage, and once he was settled he applied for Signal. There, he met a lot of friends and after 4 years of work, Damaste was off for Beacon.
Role-play Sample:
Damaste trotted down the hallway, studying the small map he had found on the airship. As he picked his way amoung the gathered students, he was suddenly tripped. He slid
a few inches before looking up at the bully.
"So, your best side is viewed from below?" Damaste asked the big boy standing above him, putting his signature amusing twist on the comment. The guy sneered and shoved his foot into Damaste's chest. "Very nice, I see... This is truly incredible!" wheezing, Damaste examined the bully's expression. Still smug and ugly. "You know, I was enjoying my little stroll before you planted your foot on me. Sorry, but I don't give pedicures." The boy's face twisted into rage and Damaste flipped up to his feet. "You know, people really should see some more of that amazing foot. Why don't you... Go show someone else? Sure they'd appreciate the experience."