Post by Demyx on Nov 26, 2009 14:35:17 GMT -5
[&&]--About the You--[&&]
Name: Kitty or Momma if you want
Age: 25
How Many Years Roleplaying: 10
[&&]--About the Character--[&&]
Name: Demyx
Age: 19
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: male-sexual
Race: Nobody
Side: twilight
[&&]--The Appearance--[&&]
Eye Colour: Aqua between teal and blue
Skin Colour: tanned though it's obvious that the transformation lightened his skin color quite a bit.
Hair: Self described the sexiest hairstyle in the world. Somewhere between a mullet and a faux-hawk
Height:5'7
Weight: 170
Clothing: Aside from his uniform clothes Dem likes to wear clothes from his homeland in private. Though most don't see him in private.
Halloween Town: Bloodied angel
Atlantica: Angel fish
Pridelands: Cheetah
Alternate Universe: umm naked? I don't know what this one is
[&&]--The Background--[&&]
Hometown: Agrabah
Family: Myde was sold into slavery when he was young. Has no idea if his family is alive or not
Personality: Dem or Myde are both very laid back individuals bordering on supremely lazy. Though when the sugar is flowing he can be a bit hyperactive and tends to speak too fast for others to understand. In situations of duress he can be surprisingly very reliable, even if he hates working he hates seeing comrades or friends suffer even more. Loves music of course, always seen sitting in the gray room playing his sitar. Usually complaining about having to work.
[&&]--The Personal Info--[&&]
Weapon(s): Sitar (Arpeggio)
Ability/Abilities: Water (水, Mizu?) and Sound
Any crushes?: Has a weakness for accents. So Luxord and Xaldin come to mind. His sensitivity to sounds makes him a bit of an Audiophille
Other: (optional)
[&&]--Role-playing Sample--[&&]
(from a crack rp with a friend)
Dem: The heartless were everywhere in the broken city of rain and overcast above. And they squirmed looking at the stranger that had just suddenly appeared there. There were thousands of them and they converged on him. The only heart left there to devour. Hungry brainless creatures. They would have been on the recovering man if someone near by hadn't crowed out a laugh. "Dance water!" Watery clones went rushing through the heartless puffing them out of existence as the twang of a strange instrument rang out around. "Nothing like a fight in the rain" He laughed.
Angeal: As the creatures came into view, the raven-haired fighter found himself cursing under his breath. He'd never seen anything of the likes of them and there were so many of the blasted things. He almost jumped at the sudden cry of someone else there, his shoulders tensed as he waited for the attack to reach him, only to watch it tear asunder the black creatures around him, leaving him untouched. Somewhat confused, he perked his head and crossed his arms at his chest. "That so? Show yourself." he stated simply in that voice that demanded authority, despite the small smirk on his face.
Dem: Hood up the young man stepped around the side of a large crumbled fountain. Clutching the large blue 'weapon' to his chest as he tilted his head this way and that peering out from the darkness at the strange man. "Kay I showed myself, now show er...yourself!" He blinked and turned to the side. "That was not what I meant to say...crap." He reached up and pulled his hood down the rain not even pattering down the mohawk/mullet of wild brown and blond hair on top. "I mean who are yah?" Big aqua eyes looked at him with what could be mistaken as pure innocence.
Name: Kitty or Momma if you want
Age: 25
How Many Years Roleplaying: 10
[&&]--About the Character--[&&]
Name: Demyx
Age: 19
Gender: male
Sexual Orientation: male-sexual
Race: Nobody
Side: twilight
[&&]--The Appearance--[&&]
Eye Colour: Aqua between teal and blue
Skin Colour: tanned though it's obvious that the transformation lightened his skin color quite a bit.
Hair: Self described the sexiest hairstyle in the world. Somewhere between a mullet and a faux-hawk
Height:5'7
Weight: 170
Clothing: Aside from his uniform clothes Dem likes to wear clothes from his homeland in private. Though most don't see him in private.
Halloween Town: Bloodied angel
Atlantica: Angel fish
Pridelands: Cheetah
Alternate Universe: umm naked? I don't know what this one is
[&&]--The Background--[&&]
Hometown: Agrabah
Family: Myde was sold into slavery when he was young. Has no idea if his family is alive or not
Personality: Dem or Myde are both very laid back individuals bordering on supremely lazy. Though when the sugar is flowing he can be a bit hyperactive and tends to speak too fast for others to understand. In situations of duress he can be surprisingly very reliable, even if he hates working he hates seeing comrades or friends suffer even more. Loves music of course, always seen sitting in the gray room playing his sitar. Usually complaining about having to work.
[&&]--The Personal Info--[&&]
Weapon(s): Sitar (Arpeggio)
Ability/Abilities: Water (水, Mizu?) and Sound
Any crushes?: Has a weakness for accents. So Luxord and Xaldin come to mind. His sensitivity to sounds makes him a bit of an Audiophille
Other: (optional)
[&&]--Role-playing Sample--[&&]
(from a crack rp with a friend)
Dem: The heartless were everywhere in the broken city of rain and overcast above. And they squirmed looking at the stranger that had just suddenly appeared there. There were thousands of them and they converged on him. The only heart left there to devour. Hungry brainless creatures. They would have been on the recovering man if someone near by hadn't crowed out a laugh. "Dance water!" Watery clones went rushing through the heartless puffing them out of existence as the twang of a strange instrument rang out around. "Nothing like a fight in the rain" He laughed.
Angeal: As the creatures came into view, the raven-haired fighter found himself cursing under his breath. He'd never seen anything of the likes of them and there were so many of the blasted things. He almost jumped at the sudden cry of someone else there, his shoulders tensed as he waited for the attack to reach him, only to watch it tear asunder the black creatures around him, leaving him untouched. Somewhat confused, he perked his head and crossed his arms at his chest. "That so? Show yourself." he stated simply in that voice that demanded authority, despite the small smirk on his face.
Dem: Hood up the young man stepped around the side of a large crumbled fountain. Clutching the large blue 'weapon' to his chest as he tilted his head this way and that peering out from the darkness at the strange man. "Kay I showed myself, now show er...yourself!" He blinked and turned to the side. "That was not what I meant to say...crap." He reached up and pulled his hood down the rain not even pattering down the mohawk/mullet of wild brown and blond hair on top. "I mean who are yah?" Big aqua eyes looked at him with what could be mistaken as pure innocence.
