Post by jt on Dec 22, 2010 9:54:19 GMT -5
"The world ended... Didn't you get the memo?"
- Amy
- Amy
Your Name: Blood
How many years roleplaying?: 5-6
"You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do but you don't. It's only a matter of time."
- Rick Grimes[/center]
Character Name: Jacey Terrain Syyler
Age: 18
Hometown: edgewater, Maryland
Current Location: Traveling
Bio:
Jacey was always a traveling kid, with an abusive dad and a deadbeat mother he ran away at fourteen to his friends home over in Nashville TN. He stayed there for about three years learning how to shoot and then the hell broke loose. The infection spread around and got to his friend, JT put a bullet in his head and left, He tends to travel alone and dislikes company, although he is a rather laid back and funny kid, the reason being that he dosent want to watch another friend die. So during his travels he picked up a small pomeranian dog and totes the thing around as his friend, he would rather get bitten himself then the dog be hurt, he takes many risks, one even prying a zombies mouth open to rip his head in two, granted he did so with leather thick gloves on, He still took the risk.
He actually is a rather happy kid who tends to smile any givenchance, he gets close to peopel and wants to pretty much save anyone he can, he loved affection and wants more then he can get. but he has an extreme hate for the zombies, so if one gets in his way, he violent side of him gets loose and it may as well be a hellstorm
Likes: Peace, Life, Dancing, Music
Dislikes: Blood, Zombies, War, Killing
Strengths: Very Strong, Charismatic, Fast on his feet, Stratigist
Weaknesses: Much Too secure, Naive, Gets attatched, Love's easily
Anything Else?
Roleplay Sample: IJt was walking in the shadows of the night, his hot breath as he walked making the air before him have a thick cloud, his pupils fully dilated, he was of course dead, but he was special, he was a lord. He normally never went places without a zombie or two tagging along, but today he wasn’t in the mood for the living or the dead. The boy stalked the streets, a black button up shirt and black pants hanging off of his form, he looked to the scar of the bite mark on his hand and smiled softly, it was the reason he was here.
He then noticed a small flicker of movement,he smirked walking to it and then hearing a voice, he walked from behind her and smirked a devilish look on his face, he looked just like a normal human to the untrained eye. "..So Little Girl,Do you have that much of a death wish that you flock after dark?" The boys coldvoice said washing over her with a certain power to it, one that actually seemed to fill the ai with a sort of spark. He was indeed a powerful person..
I realize it's short, but this is my second go round on applications, and i can rp 350+ no worries~
