Post by John Smitt on Dec 28, 2012 21:13:24 GMT -5
Character Name: John Smitt
Gender Identity: Male
Age: 27 (Died 1911)
Species: Ghost
Do you already have a character here on DRH? If yes, who is it, and who gave you permission to make this one?: I do not have a character, and I gave myself permission.
Physical Appearance: John stands anywhere from 6 foot even to 6 foot four, depending on how much his concentration wavers and he sinks into the floor. John's been dead for a long time, and as such his appearance is almost solid, yet extremely pale. His icy blue eyes seem to look through those around him, and see things that others cannot. His hair is a light brown, streaked with grey in the back, almost white when he fades his appearance.
Personality: John sees the world as a nasty place, as he was murdered in the early 1900's. He watched the world become what it is, saw his family age and die around him, and none the wiser. This caused John to grow cold, mean, and very bitter. All that he cares about anymore is passing on his amassed knowledge to his students, that and playing pranks on them.
Character Background: John died in the 1910's, the exact date lost in the annals of time. The cause, though, literally burns into his mind every day. He lost his home in the fire that claimed his life, lost his family later. John was the father of two sons and a little girl. They grew up without him, made families of their own. From his kids, down to his great, great, etc. grandkids. Eventually, he found a place to go. A school, where he could teach. Where he could torment. From the time he died, up til now, John has been studying what he has dubbed the hidden world. The world that exists right on top of the human one, and he knows a little bit about everything.
Roleplay Sample: John stood by himself on the air, a mile above the city that he currently inhabited. His mind spun and poked at a memory of a school he'd accidently stumbled across. A school for people like him. What human's called unnatural. He'd gotten to talking with the school's advisor, a blue, ghostly figure called Evo. She'd even offered him a job, and for him that meant a place to call home. He'd accepted almost immediately, but he came back here to wrap up a few loose ends, and maybe do a little haunting before he went to his new home. Floating down, he settled himself down in an alley and walked out into the street. He was watching everything, and listening to the world around him. He'd already concluded business, so now it was just time for him to say goodbye. John spat on the ground and faded from sight, a silent good riddance on the air.
OOC Name: Wind
How did you find out about Dragon Ryder: I know the creator
Gender Identity: Male
Age: 27 (Died 1911)
Species: Ghost
Do you already have a character here on DRH? If yes, who is it, and who gave you permission to make this one?: I do not have a character, and I gave myself permission.
Physical Appearance: John stands anywhere from 6 foot even to 6 foot four, depending on how much his concentration wavers and he sinks into the floor. John's been dead for a long time, and as such his appearance is almost solid, yet extremely pale. His icy blue eyes seem to look through those around him, and see things that others cannot. His hair is a light brown, streaked with grey in the back, almost white when he fades his appearance.
Personality: John sees the world as a nasty place, as he was murdered in the early 1900's. He watched the world become what it is, saw his family age and die around him, and none the wiser. This caused John to grow cold, mean, and very bitter. All that he cares about anymore is passing on his amassed knowledge to his students, that and playing pranks on them.
Character Background: John died in the 1910's, the exact date lost in the annals of time. The cause, though, literally burns into his mind every day. He lost his home in the fire that claimed his life, lost his family later. John was the father of two sons and a little girl. They grew up without him, made families of their own. From his kids, down to his great, great, etc. grandkids. Eventually, he found a place to go. A school, where he could teach. Where he could torment. From the time he died, up til now, John has been studying what he has dubbed the hidden world. The world that exists right on top of the human one, and he knows a little bit about everything.
Roleplay Sample: John stood by himself on the air, a mile above the city that he currently inhabited. His mind spun and poked at a memory of a school he'd accidently stumbled across. A school for people like him. What human's called unnatural. He'd gotten to talking with the school's advisor, a blue, ghostly figure called Evo. She'd even offered him a job, and for him that meant a place to call home. He'd accepted almost immediately, but he came back here to wrap up a few loose ends, and maybe do a little haunting before he went to his new home. Floating down, he settled himself down in an alley and walked out into the street. He was watching everything, and listening to the world around him. He'd already concluded business, so now it was just time for him to say goodbye. John spat on the ground and faded from sight, a silent good riddance on the air.
OOC Name: Wind
How did you find out about Dragon Ryder: I know the creator