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Post by scoailteknight on Sept 21, 2008 16:23:46 GMT -5
The Basics... Full Name: William Zachary Kiss Age: 15 Gender: Male Grade: Freshman Cliques:The nerds/theater geeks Sexuality: Straight
The Details... Personality:
There is not a word that describes William, or Will, as he prefers to be called, better than the nerdy goody-two shoes. Well, that's more than one word, but the point has been gotten across. Yes, in contrast to his party girl of a sister, Will is quiet, reserved and indeed one of the smartest and geekiest kids one will ever meet. This clashes with his sister's wild personality and stretches them between the cliques, but yet they remain close still, or at least Will imagines they will when he arrives at school.
He's a nit shy, but he never thinks of himself that way, preferring the word "reserved" instead. Indeed, he prides himself on being polite, and, at times, charming. Speaking of charm and the people on whim charm is used most frequently, Will is your Edward Cullen, without the smooth I-would-give-my-life for you early-on conviction, that is to say, he's awkward and quiet to boot.
History:
Will was born in New York as the youngest of two children and the only son in the family. From an early age, it was clear that Will's most prominent trait was intelligence and a thirst for knowledge and also the fact that he clearly preferred to be along, as opposed to his sister, with whom he was close, despite their drastic differences. He most enjoyed trips to museums and zoos as opposed to the amusement park of movie theater.
Although he wasn't thrilled by the cinema, he had a strange liking for the theater and when he was eight, be auditioned for his first role in Oliver! and he obtained a minor role in the play. As time when on, the theater became one of the rare times in which Will showed any true enjoyment of being around people and it was also one of the few places in which he spoke up. Appearance:
Like his sister, Will is quite good looking with short, blonde hair, which has some streaks of brown in it, unlike his sister's brilliant golden locks. His eyes are a dark sapphire color and he has a rather slender build, only weighing one hundred forty pounds and standing at five feet and ten inches. Most of the time, he dresses rather casually.
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The owner... Your name or Nickname: Oliver, Peregrine or Pippin Location: California Years of Experience in Role playing: One year, three months Recommended by: Rroan Kiss
Real Deal... Password:(Found in Rules) Totes&Hotes Role playing Sample:
Her reaction, to be exact, was not a reaction, in fact she didn't move a muscle when he called up to her and that was odd. Most of the time she was a fiercely kinetic girl; excelling in many forms of dance and what he had thought to be the beginnings of some form of martial arts. He had thought this, when he had been a youth at her side, before she had been captured by the fiends who called themselves the government.
They had taken everything, like a butcher who uses all the animal; utilizes every part of the animal: the lungs, the heart, even the eyeballs and the hairs. They had taken everything from her as well, all for their own use: they had taken away her life, her sanity, even part of her very brain. They had even snatched away her soul; figuratively...or was it literally? When he was a young boy and he would look into her dark eyes, he would see something within them, like a spark of intelligence, glinting with her intuitive abilities, apparent even then. Indeed, back in the earlier days she seemed to have had spirit in her eyes, soul-less; she had been truly alive back in those happy years, her eyes had sparkled with vibrant life and vigor. Now, she seemed diminished, and even though she was breathing and functioning like any normal human being, a thing Simon knew a thing or two about, she seemed oddly dulled, as if she was indeed.....dead.
He had not been present they day they took his sister away; he wasn't there when they stole her soul; she would be a vampire now...that was amusing, well, not really. The thought of mythical creatures was really downright disturbing as there was no logical way something like that just couldn't work: it just wasn't possible in his educated, scientific mind. But no matter, it was as if her soul, her entire personality had been taken way...she was like an empty shell, a hallow drum, a bowl of jelly....her exoskeleton protecting nothing but her insides and organs...she was just a warm body to be used at the whim of the faceless and heartless alliance. They were the root of all of this; they were the fiends here, the monsters and yes, even the bastards, a term which he hardly ever used, due to it's vulgar origins.
Back on Earth-that-was, the ancient Greek city-state of Sparta took young boys of only seven years of age away from their parents and put them into strict army training camps to become soldiers, vicious killers. Some would die due to the harsh conditions and barbaric practices. River was one of the recruits...only she had been taken out of their cruel methods, but she was not the same, still not the same.
With something like a groan, Simon used the metal bar slightly to his left to pull himself to his feet. After gingerly feeling his knee for a moment, he looked up the catwalk for a long moment, gazing up at his 'soul-less' sister. She looked alive enough, from a distance, but her eyes gave it all away: the emptiness seemed to tear apart his brain, his heart and it aroused anger within his stomach; made his blood pressure increased. Involuntarily, he clenched his fist upon the sharp, metal post, but he redrew it quickly, as it was sharp and prickly; uncomfortable to the skin...like a knife, boring into a store of life, drilling out the spirit within.
He stopped, commanded the thought to cease and when it did, it caused him even more pain to think that River didn't have the power to shut out unpleasant thoughts. She didn't have the ability to think of something else in a moment of pain or sorrow or terror. She felt everything as she was in control of nothing, or at least hardly anything. She was a machine and all Simon could hope that she had only a little bit of human spirit left in her and that he or someone else could one day he or someone could bring that back and he had vowed a thousand times over that he would, one day, bring her spirit back.....
"River?"
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