Post by Cassius Aldridge on Sept 1, 2008 17:49:10 GMT -5
[/b][/color]The Basics...
Full Name:
Cassius Elias Aldridge
Age:
18
Gender:
Male
Grade:
Senior
Cliques:
The Candies/Sinners
Sexuality:
BicuriousThe Details...
Personality:
It'll be a rare moment in history if you ever find Cassius upset about anything. His positive outlook in lfie is what brings him through most days with a smile on his face Insults roll off of his shoulders and he'll take most criticism with no real heed. Which means that when somebody actually has a problem with him he doesn't truly realise it, and if he does then he doesn't understand why. To some he might be a little too trusting, a little too open. There are people within the world who are sadistic enough to try to break him out of the perfect little reality he lives in. They're the only people he really avoids.
Conflict causes him to pause in his tracks. It makes him uncertain and unsure of what to do and more often than not he'll take the abuse intead of retaliating. Unless one of his friend's, or somebody he cares about is also in danger of being hurt, either physically or mentally. He has a sharp tongue and an even sharper wit, surprising most people when he automatically attacks their weak points. He spends his life making people happy, it's only natural that he'll understand what'd harm them.
He has a lot of energy, constantly on the move and fidgety when he stays still for far too long. He has a playful nature, much larger than that of a usual eighteen year old. He is his own person and if people don't like that then it's entirely their problem in his opinion.
History:
There isn't that much that can be considered out of ordinary for his life. Apart from the fact that his father owns a chain of hospitals and clinics across England. He lived in a large seven bedroom mansion with his four sisters, his mother and the cleaning staff. It was an easy life and carried on being so as he grew up. He was privately tutored and so the only friends he had were his parents friends children. But they were mostly his age and so he never had much to complain about.
He started an actual school when he was thirteen, joining the most prestigious of schools as the rich kid who was so very proper. Speaking to people from different backgrounds quickly changed the way this teen saw life and it wasn't long before he was acting like a typical teenage guy. He's in his senior year now at Kavlar, close friends with quite a few and not at all looking forward to the future when he has to leave the Academy. It would mean standing by his father's side as a business partner, not something he finds very desireable.
Appearance:
He has blonde hair that's long enough to obscure his vision in some areas but is usually swept back away from his face to reveal deep blue eyes that hold most of the mischievousness of his personality. His lips are nearly always curved up in some sort of smile and it's rarely replaced by a frown of a snarl of any kind. He has pale skin and yet he doesn't look sickly in any way, nor does he look gaunt even though he has a lithe frame.
His body is just over six foot, thin and somewhat lanky in certain clothing, yet he still maintains an almost feline like grace that he blames on his upbringing. Strict lessons with even stricter elderly women would drill a meaning or lesson into anybody's head.
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Your name or Nickname:
Chris
Location:
Dorset, England
Years of Experience in Roleplaying:
Five-ish
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Roleplayin Sample:
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He watched warily as she approached him, his past history with newly made Vampires causing him to err on the side of caution. Some use their new found abilities to their advantage, rampaging without care nor concern for anything that happens to get within their pathways, including their own kind. He didn't want to believe that she would fall that low, but still he couldn't help but wonder.. She was so young.
The caution dissolved rapidly as she took a seat beside him, as civil as anybody possibly could be, considering what they were.
Her question and the light touch upon his leg felt nothing like the night beside the river, she had been alive then, her heart thrashing wildly within her chest so very audible to his sensitive hearing. Emotions running so very high all of the time, so much so that he could almost smell the hormones within the air. A quiet intake of breath confirmed what he already knew, she smelt like one of them now, her scent smothered by the musty aroma of Vampire.
The light pat on his leg reminded him to answer her careful question and he did so, though not in the joyful tone of voice he'd spoken with just days ago, "absolutely thrilled now that i know you're not clumbsy anymore," his british accent accentuating his words to a higher level of sarcasm, "for God's sake, Antoinette, you're dead," he snapped, a rare occassion for him. Green eyes flashed with what appeared to be annoyance, though it wasn't at her, but at himself. He was angry with himself and he had no idea why. He'd work it out sometime later, because;
Her next question changed his entire demeanor, bringing an abrupt laugh from his lips, and a sudden bemused expression upon his face. His attention span is short at the best of times. Her question had actually amused him enough to make him temporarily forget his minor hissy fit, "no!" He exclaimed jovially, a slow and sly smile curving at his lips, "I prefer approaching sleeping woman and attempting to convince them that there's something out there to get them, something worse than a puny college boy," he grinned, not bothering to keep the dainty, yet deadly fangs hidden, "I like the irony, it makes me laugh."
His grin faded at the edges as he stopped speaking, his gaze had settled upon her face and for a moment he simply regarded her thoughtfully, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side, "I knew what Braedon was doing to do to you.. Don't you hate me for not warning you?" Because he would if he were in her position. But then it had taken four decades, give or take a few years for him to accept what he was.. [/blockquote]