Post by roo on Jan 5, 2010 15:08:27 GMT 10
roosevelt echo hopkins
adventurous. bubbly. childish.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Roosevelt Echo Hopkins
Nickname(s): Kangaroo, or Roo for short
Disney Character: Roo from Winnie the Pooh
Age: sixteen
Birthdate: August tenth
Birthplace: Salem, Oregon
Orientation: Bisexual (in the closet)
Member group: childlike figure
Abilty: His ability is to jump. Not just a foot or so off the ground, but can jump to about twelve feet in the air, possibly higher. If he gets a running start, he can jump as far as twenty feet.
Drawback: Aside from the fact that jumping over two feet in the air is extremely conspicuous, he can only do so many jumps per day. If he does more than about five, he will pass out right where he landed. The jumping also makes him have to eat a lot, so he’s hungry and tired quite often.
Education: Roosevelt is currently in his junior year of high school, currently excelling in athletics and art.
Occupation: Part-time barista at Starbucks
Roosevelt is a very attractive boy, even if he doesn't like to admit it. His eyes are a bright blue, almost like ice. They're very wide and childish, which he doesn't like very much. His hair hangs in straight layers about his face, a caramel brown color that has blond highlights in the summer. He says that he doesn't spend any time on his hair, and that he uses absolutely no product on it, but he's a big fat liar. He has to flat-iron it almost every day, otherwise it'll get an ugly wave to it that he hates. It also looks very oily, so he has to buy product to dry it out. He spends about twenty minutes on his hair in the morning every day, so he usually gets up at a severely ungodly hour. He has a round face with childish roundness that he hasn't grown out of quite yet. He has a few random birthmarks on his neck, and a single freckle on the side of his nose.
Roo is a very small boy, short in stature compared to most boys his age, barely taller than your thirteen-year-old sister. He's extremely skinny, having had an eating disorder and muscle issues when he was younger. He can't do anything too physical for long periods of time, but he manages to keep his ability from killing him. Roo has very girlish shoulders and slim hips, which make him feel scrawny. His hands are pretty big, with really long fingers. His nails are as well-kept as his hair, but he makes it look effortless. The most interesting thing about Roosevelt's appearance is his scars. He has them everywhere. His arms and legs mostly. There's a huge one on his back that looks like it could have been from an alligator bite, it's so ugly and bad, cutting right through his navel. He doesn't remember how he got the scars, he just knows that it happened when he was little.
Roosevelt liked dressing in things that cling to his skinny body. Sweaters are his favorite thing to wear, in almost any shade of blue. He owns a pair of skinny jeans every color of the rainbow, and never wears anything dressy, not even to weddings. He likes wearing high tops and running shoes the most, but he'll be a shoe snob on occasion and buy a pair of heeled boots. He hates anything that hangs loose, or feels stratchy on his skin. Almost every single one of his t-shirts are made of cotton because of this. Which is fine by him. Cotton smells better than rayon or most any other fabric. His mom never throws anything out, so a lot of his clothes are hand-me-downs or Goodwill salvages. He liked it because no one will have his t-shirt or jacket. Sometimes they will purge, though, and head down to fifth avenue for a new pair of designer jeans.
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Best Feature: “I guess my best features would be my hair? I don't know. My hair's my favorite part of myself. Not that I'm conceited or anything, but I really do love my hair. I like my smile, too. It's a really nice smile."
Worst Feature: "My height. And my eyes. I hate my eyes. What kid doesn't have blue eyes? I'm really short, too. Very short for a guy; almost five foot six inches. Just barely over five foot five. There are my scars, too, but I barely notice them any more."
Something Memorable: "People say it's my smile. It's the easiest thing for people to remember me by. My eyes, too. They're a very bluish blue. Too blue for me. But people like my eyes, I guess. What am I gonna do about it?"
At least three well-developed paragraphs detailing the personality of your character.
[/li][li] bouncingLikes:
[/li][li] boys (more-so than girls)
[/li][li] laughter
[/li][li] being with friends
[/li][li] playing kid games (like tag or hide-and-go-seek)
[/li][li] kangaroos
[/li][li] cartoons
[/li][li] sweaters
[/li][li] having fun
[/li][li] making people happy
[/li][li] school
[/li][li] guitar
[/li][li] singing
Dislikes:
[/li][li] adults
[/li][li] drunks
[/li][li] big cities with no green in them (-coughnewyorkcough-)
[/li][li] teachers
[/li][li] sad people
[/li][li] critiques
[/li][li] the internet
[/li][li] phones
[/li][li] most technology
[/li][li] being told what he can and can't do
[/li][li] thieves
[/li][li] people who call him a 'nerd'
Positive Traits: (list and explain at least three)
Negative Traits: (list and explain at least three)
Most intriguing quirk(s): (briefly explain)
Greatest Ambition:
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(At least 200 words detailing their parents, family background, interesting birth/childhood events, and anything else that could further develop your character.)
[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]Best Memory: (be as detailed as possible)
Worst Memory: (be as detailed as possible)
Top 3 life-changing moments: (list and describe the effects each had)
Family relationships: (you can go into as many or as little details as you like..)
Irial loved winter. he couldn't not love it, it fact. he was one of the older dark kings, so anything that had to do with cold or darkness pleased him. he curled up on the ratty couch he'd managed to steal from a human's house a few years back, his knees tucked in near his chest. he smiled to himself, his unnaturally green eyes mere slits as he looked out at the concrete factory he had no choice but to call his own. his birds were flocked around him, perching on any available surface, making everything look shiny from glistening feathers. he reached out a pale hand, stroking the ebony head of his single raven, the one with the bright red eyes. he smiled as he looked at her, always amazed that something so normal as a raven could be so beautiful. almost like cam. he chuckled, stroking the bird's beak with the back of his finger. "Such a pretty bird," he cooed at it. he giggled as it squawked at him, gnashing it's deadly beak. if he didn't heal so fast, it would have scared him, having lost several fingers from time to time to his birds. after the first time, he'd kept his fingers to himself. mostly.
Iri let out a sigh, propping himself up on his elbows. maybe cam wasn't going to come home tonight. He always dreaded being left alone in his waking hours. It was one of the reasons he took in humans, lycans.... anything, really. As long as he didn't have to be alone. Campbell couldn't be with him every day, after all. It wasn't possible for the other faery to, anyways. Cam insisted on the world by day and night. Irial knew he wasn't truly of the Night Court, unlike himself. He'd been won in a gamble after all. He sighed, putting his arm up for the raven to hop onto, her sharp, curved talons slicing into his bare skin. He barely noticed, only bothered by the black blood spilling down his elbow, soaking into his tank top. He stroked the bird's feathers, pushing himself into a standing position. The birds that had been sitting quietly on their perches exploded into the air, a cloud of feathers of every size and color swirling around him. He tipped his head back, looking up at the high ceiling of his home. His concrete prison.
Irial ignored the sound of the other faerie calling his name for a few minutes as the birds continued to swirl. Being around so many birds, it had to be hard for Cam. If he saw this many with him today, he might piss himself. Iri sighed, whispering to Arma before sending her off. the rest of the birds followed, except for the pair of owls and the hawk in the rafters. He loved his night birds almost as much as he loved his Campbell. He finally decided to acknowledge the other man, knowing nothing was in danger of being eaten, unless Cam mistook him for a bird, since he was now practically covered in feathers. "I'm in here, Cam!" he yelled, wrapping his skinny arms around himself. He didn't look ready for the wet Oregon winter, standing there in a tank top and boxer shorts, but he lived for the cold. His feet were covered in thin white socks to feet the freezing concrete away from his toes. Irial leaned over the back of his couch, smirking. "You shouldn't yell. there are scarier things out there than me, my pet."
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[/size] [/blockquote][/blockquote]Name: Kitty or Kit-Kat
Age: Fifteen!
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