Post by Jean on Jun 26, 2010 12:19:03 GMT -8
Jean
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Nickname(s): None, At The Moment.
Age: 116 (Appears to be around the age of Nineteen)
Date of Birth: January First
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Blood: Reptilian Demon
Abilities: Guile (Stealth, Stepping Silently, and Blending into Surroundings)
Loyalty: None other than himself....
Status/Occupation: Sometimes Works as a Hired Thief, Or Hitman/Assassin. Never Really was one to work very hard.
Appearance: Fair, Pale-White skin with many, many Tattoos coating his body, normally covered by a long, black, hooded-cloak, as to not draw attention to his... Ahem, Body art. Jean Is tall and leanly-muscled, standing at about 5"9- an unusual height for a demon of his Race. He has an innocent, almost childish face and often holds a forlorn expression in his eyes. Jean has fiery-red hair with an odd patch of blond above his left eye, seemingly cropped out of his eyes with a knife. The only things that distract the eye of him looking entirely normal, are two curving horns protruding from his hair, and odd spikes along his shoulders and down his back.
Personality: Jean is Quiet, and never speaks out. He always felt that, if he were to be royalty of any kind, he would surely commit Suicide. He is the type to stay out of commotion and blend into the crowd. Because of zero Streetsmarts, his vocabulary and speech is childish, and, of course, he is oblivious to anything political in the word that requires more than minimal thought. His interest of getting to know others is low to moderate, and he often strays from people, unable to interact because of lack of experience in mingling. Jean pretty much has the Attention span of a toaster... Maybe less. He is very easily embarrassed, and barely knows right from wrong, seeing as he is often proved... Stupid.
History: A Plain Past, Living as an Orphan on the streets, Jean soon took up a life of crime, pickpocketing only enough currency to travel, or stealing small amounts of food to survive. Soon, he became more and more skilled at not getting caught, and others began to pay him to Rob for them. Jean lost all affection for others, making assassination no problem for him. The Daemon began to move around more and more, as to escape the rising bounty on his head, and was rarely seen in towns or cities, unless fulfilling a contract. Jean became more and more unaware throughout the years of how life could be lived other than how he was living it then. He grew oblivious of any streetsmarts he could have had, and soon grew to the mind capacity of a small child. (Meaning, Zero Attention span. Zero Streetsmarts = Stupid and Oblivious)
Roleplay Sample:
A Lean, hooded figure slid through many busy crowds, shouldering his way through oncoming people-traffic and keeping his head low enough to shade his pale daemon features. Jean's startling silver eyes flickered to and fro, scanning surroundings for an obvious pathway out of the busy streets.
He had caught this town at the worst moment, where the most public activity arrived, and the markets all opened up for business. Colors flashed around him. Brightly-colored signs and smells of food filled the air, lighting up even the darkest of alleyways with the sound of conversing and the laughter of children.
Jean couldn't help but look around in utter astonishment. Had he unconsciously wandered into a traveling carnival? It was unlike anything he had ever seen before- as he was used to the lush emerald of trees, or the drab-brown of everyday townhouses along the road. The Daemon spun around, taking in the crowds of people, and completely losing his way in doing so.
He was lost in a matter of minutes- The scenery changed so quickly. It would be a matter of time before the place quieted down.... But for now, he was, very sadly, hopelessly lost.
Whoops...
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Nickname(s): None, At The Moment.
Age: 116 (Appears to be around the age of Nineteen)
Date of Birth: January First
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Blood: Reptilian Demon
Abilities: Guile (Stealth, Stepping Silently, and Blending into Surroundings)
Loyalty: None other than himself....
Status/Occupation: Sometimes Works as a Hired Thief, Or Hitman/Assassin. Never Really was one to work very hard.
Appearance: Fair, Pale-White skin with many, many Tattoos coating his body, normally covered by a long, black, hooded-cloak, as to not draw attention to his... Ahem, Body art. Jean Is tall and leanly-muscled, standing at about 5"9- an unusual height for a demon of his Race. He has an innocent, almost childish face and often holds a forlorn expression in his eyes. Jean has fiery-red hair with an odd patch of blond above his left eye, seemingly cropped out of his eyes with a knife. The only things that distract the eye of him looking entirely normal, are two curving horns protruding from his hair, and odd spikes along his shoulders and down his back.
Personality: Jean is Quiet, and never speaks out. He always felt that, if he were to be royalty of any kind, he would surely commit Suicide. He is the type to stay out of commotion and blend into the crowd. Because of zero Streetsmarts, his vocabulary and speech is childish, and, of course, he is oblivious to anything political in the word that requires more than minimal thought. His interest of getting to know others is low to moderate, and he often strays from people, unable to interact because of lack of experience in mingling. Jean pretty much has the Attention span of a toaster... Maybe less. He is very easily embarrassed, and barely knows right from wrong, seeing as he is often proved... Stupid.
History: A Plain Past, Living as an Orphan on the streets, Jean soon took up a life of crime, pickpocketing only enough currency to travel, or stealing small amounts of food to survive. Soon, he became more and more skilled at not getting caught, and others began to pay him to Rob for them. Jean lost all affection for others, making assassination no problem for him. The Daemon began to move around more and more, as to escape the rising bounty on his head, and was rarely seen in towns or cities, unless fulfilling a contract. Jean became more and more unaware throughout the years of how life could be lived other than how he was living it then. He grew oblivious of any streetsmarts he could have had, and soon grew to the mind capacity of a small child. (Meaning, Zero Attention span. Zero Streetsmarts = Stupid and Oblivious)
Roleplay Sample:
A Lean, hooded figure slid through many busy crowds, shouldering his way through oncoming people-traffic and keeping his head low enough to shade his pale daemon features. Jean's startling silver eyes flickered to and fro, scanning surroundings for an obvious pathway out of the busy streets.
He had caught this town at the worst moment, where the most public activity arrived, and the markets all opened up for business. Colors flashed around him. Brightly-colored signs and smells of food filled the air, lighting up even the darkest of alleyways with the sound of conversing and the laughter of children.
Jean couldn't help but look around in utter astonishment. Had he unconsciously wandered into a traveling carnival? It was unlike anything he had ever seen before- as he was used to the lush emerald of trees, or the drab-brown of everyday townhouses along the road. The Daemon spun around, taking in the crowds of people, and completely losing his way in doing so.
He was lost in a matter of minutes- The scenery changed so quickly. It would be a matter of time before the place quieted down.... But for now, he was, very sadly, hopelessly lost.
Whoops...
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Below, Is Jean's (Quite Rare) Smile.