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Site went down for an ungodly amount of time. Will get my reply up tomorrow!
Site went down for an ungodly amount of time. Will get my reply up tomorrow!
What do you think of Erland, before I vanish off into the ether :P
Name: Erland de Miscot
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'6”
Weight: 128lbs
Hair: Chocolate Brown, mid back length, bangs are choppy and messy just above eye level, the rest of the hair is kept in a ponytail most of the time.
Eyes: Strikingly Green
Skin: Alabaster
Build: Slight, only very faint muscle definition in arms and legs from fencing.
Clothes: He wears a variety of ankle length tailcoats that flare out from the waist and move readily, made of very supple material. He wears flamboyant undershirts, the kind with frilled cuffs, with a simple ribbon bow tie of varying colors. For his lower half he favors skin tight black riding pants and high black leather boots.
Accessories: A silver cravat chain with the mark of his station dangling from the middle of it. The mark is a silver eagle those of his station from Earth have worn since the council began.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): No powers, but he is rather skilled in fencing and has made many an enemy with his vile yet creative tongue.
General Personality: As representative of nearly the weakest race in the alliance he puts on a very strong, arrogant front. He knows that if he doesn't keep up the air of importance he's likely to be removed from his position, so he is vigilant and has never slipped up publicly. He has a sort of anti-charisma which has most other races looking down upon him personally, but also respectful of his gall causing them to have great respect for the race on a whole. When he's alone he's actually very mild mannered, having a love for music and ancient history. Also, when no one's around and he's able to relax, he startles easily and is prone to swearing when he is, which he doesn’t do any other time.
Background: His family owns a very influential interstellar trading company. He was being groomed to take over the business one day, but on a particularly long trip me and his father were forced to share a ship with some officials and there he met the then Earth Representative. They spent hours talking to one another during the week long trip, and he took a shine to the boy. Upon arrival the man and his father went into negotiations and by the end of it, Erland was practically sold to the Representative. He didn't see his family for several years after that. Instead he traveled with the man, and trained to replace him some day as Representative. Over two years ago at the death of his mentor Erland took over as the youngest ever Earth Representative, and has since fought tooth and nail to not just maintain Earth's place or respect amongst the council, but to surpass it. Because of his near constant busyness since the age of 12 he's had very little time out of the lime light and as such has never really developed a personal life. He took up reading and music as a way to pass the time, and has never stopped fencing in honor of his family's legacy.
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'6”
Weight: 128lbs
Hair: Chocolate Brown, mid back length, bangs are choppy and messy just above eye level, the rest of the hair is kept in a ponytail most of the time.
Eyes: Strikingly Green
Skin: Alabaster
Build: Slight, only very faint muscle definition in arms and legs from fencing.
Clothes: He wears a variety of ankle length tailcoats that flare out from the waist and move readily, made of very supple material. He wears flamboyant undershirts, the kind with frilled cuffs, with a simple ribbon bow tie of varying colors. For his lower half he favors skin tight black riding pants and high black leather boots.
Accessories: A silver cravat chain with the mark of his station dangling from the middle of it. The mark is a silver eagle those of his station from Earth have worn since the council began.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): No powers, but he is rather skilled in fencing and has made many an enemy with his vile yet creative tongue.
General Personality: As representative of nearly the weakest race in the alliance he puts on a very strong, arrogant front. He knows that if he doesn't keep up the air of importance he's likely to be removed from his position, so he is vigilant and has never slipped up publicly. He has a sort of anti-charisma which has most other races looking down upon him personally, but also respectful of his gall causing them to have great respect for the race on a whole. When he's alone he's actually very mild mannered, having a love for music and ancient history. Also, when no one's around and he's able to relax, he startles easily and is prone to swearing when he is, which he doesn’t do any other time.
Background: His family owns a very influential interstellar trading company. He was being groomed to take over the business one day, but on a particularly long trip me and his father were forced to share a ship with some officials and there he met the then Earth Representative. They spent hours talking to one another during the week long trip, and he took a shine to the boy. Upon arrival the man and his father went into negotiations and by the end of it, Erland was practically sold to the Representative. He didn't see his family for several years after that. Instead he traveled with the man, and trained to replace him some day as Representative. Over two years ago at the death of his mentor Erland took over as the youngest ever Earth Representative, and has since fought tooth and nail to not just maintain Earth's place or respect amongst the council, but to surpass it. Because of his near constant busyness since the age of 12 he's had very little time out of the lime light and as such has never really developed a personal life. He took up reading and music as a way to pass the time, and has never stopped fencing in honor of his family's legacy.
*Slow smile* I guess that means I'm really good at hidden motives :P I thought I may be being a little too obvious with Mois's sheet, but I guess not *Giggles* I'm feeling a little evil right now, please forgive me :P
Oh, and also, is your not being a fan mean you don't like them and I should change them?
Oh, and also, is your not being a fan mean you don't like them and I should change them?
I just had a thought. I can't do my android character until you come up with the design on yours. Since they are from the same race, they have to look generally the same. Like height, appendages and the like. I'll work on my human here and get him up soon, but I'll be waiting for your android before putting up mine :P
And here's the brother!
Name: Mois Vandros
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: 6'1”
Weight: 150lbs
Hair: Black, classic schoolboy cut, kept slicked back most of the time.
Eyes: Vary dark deep blue
Skin: Tanned
Build: Muscular build but not bulky with thick bones.
Clothes: Spends most of his time in one suit or another, favors a red tie with a Fleur De Lis on it. High polish black shoes as work standard. At home he simply removes the jacket, tie, and shoes leaving him in a white button-up, socks, and his suit pants.
Accessories: Simple black belt where he keeps his phone clipped on his right hip. He has a torso holster holding his two primary hand guns, with a third and forth on either calf under his clothes. Over his clothes he wears a fourth holster which holds his rifle across his back.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): He was top in his class for marksmanship and is the best sniper in his precinct and the five surrounding ones. Because of his job he's developed almost inhuman reflexes bordering on supernatural. He is very skilled in several forms of martial arts as well as kickboxing.
General Personality: Mois seems to be a very cold and calculating man, his expression rarely changing from a cool detachment and then it's normally a calculating glare. He doesn't enjoy drinking or frivolous entertainment and that makes him rather antisocial. He seems a little awkward when he has to interact with others. The only time he relaxes is with his brother. When in public with his brother he seems almost constantly embarrassed by his brothers eccentric clothing and tenancies. In private he is content and very open as long as none of the slaves are about.
Background: Mois is very secretive about his past and even has withheld from hos brother why he was removed as the heir to the company. He was a bit wild, and had several unruly friends, but after the incident he spent most of his time studying for school. Once he graduated he went strait into the academy and upon graduation was praised as the bet policeman the academy ever turned out. He was also one of the youngest. It was soon after that he also completed his sniper qualifications and received his license. After a few years on the beat he was recruited by the secret task force founded to eliminate the unnatural's rebellion and has been working for them ever since. Several times he's come close to getting a glimpse at the leader, and once he could swear he got off a shot that struck near the vampire. Unlike many of his fellows he's not all that enthusiastic about taking the rebellion down. He and his brother share a view that they are unwilling to share with the world, and as far as he's concerned, he only joined the task force to help his brother.
Name: Mois Vandros
Race: Human
Age: 34
Height: 6'1”
Weight: 150lbs
Hair: Black, classic schoolboy cut, kept slicked back most of the time.
Eyes: Vary dark deep blue
Skin: Tanned
Build: Muscular build but not bulky with thick bones.
Clothes: Spends most of his time in one suit or another, favors a red tie with a Fleur De Lis on it. High polish black shoes as work standard. At home he simply removes the jacket, tie, and shoes leaving him in a white button-up, socks, and his suit pants.
Accessories: Simple black belt where he keeps his phone clipped on his right hip. He has a torso holster holding his two primary hand guns, with a third and forth on either calf under his clothes. Over his clothes he wears a fourth holster which holds his rifle across his back.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): He was top in his class for marksmanship and is the best sniper in his precinct and the five surrounding ones. Because of his job he's developed almost inhuman reflexes bordering on supernatural. He is very skilled in several forms of martial arts as well as kickboxing.
General Personality: Mois seems to be a very cold and calculating man, his expression rarely changing from a cool detachment and then it's normally a calculating glare. He doesn't enjoy drinking or frivolous entertainment and that makes him rather antisocial. He seems a little awkward when he has to interact with others. The only time he relaxes is with his brother. When in public with his brother he seems almost constantly embarrassed by his brothers eccentric clothing and tenancies. In private he is content and very open as long as none of the slaves are about.
Background: Mois is very secretive about his past and even has withheld from hos brother why he was removed as the heir to the company. He was a bit wild, and had several unruly friends, but after the incident he spent most of his time studying for school. Once he graduated he went strait into the academy and upon graduation was praised as the bet policeman the academy ever turned out. He was also one of the youngest. It was soon after that he also completed his sniper qualifications and received his license. After a few years on the beat he was recruited by the secret task force founded to eliminate the unnatural's rebellion and has been working for them ever since. Several times he's come close to getting a glimpse at the leader, and once he could swear he got off a shot that struck near the vampire. Unlike many of his fellows he's not all that enthusiastic about taking the rebellion down. He and his brother share a view that they are unwilling to share with the world, and as far as he's concerned, he only joined the task force to help his brother.
Arara? Your previous post isn't invalid, there was just a time kip. My post ending was set some time after the autopsy. I want us to build the plot together, I have no problem with the lengths of your posts. Once we start interacting directly they'll get shorter anyways :P Please don't think I wanna take everything over, I don't swing that way. I should have noted here that I did a time skip. *Hangs head* I'm sorry. . . . .
GAH! First guy is done, just letting you know he's not an overtly cruel man so when you're writing about your second guy keep that in mind. Here, I'll pot him up and work on his brother in a bit. . . .
Name: Alexi Vandros
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 6' 5”
Weight: 147lbs
Hair: Black, a little over shoulder length, strait, and normally pulled back in a ponytail. His bangs are as long as the rest of his hair and he leaves them loose, parted in the middle so they frame his face.
Eyes: A very cold shade of blue
Skin: Pale white
Build: Athletic, like a gymnast. No bulging muscles, but deceptively strong.
Clothes: He tends to wear an old red silken smoking jacket complete with a white cravat around his neck and a handkerchief in his left breast pocket. He favors dark colored comfortable cotton slacks and matching dark socks. At home he wears black leather house loafers as slippers.
Accessories: When he has need to see far he wears smallish square classes with thick black rims that complement his features, and on his left hand he wears a ring with his family's crest on it. The ring is silver with and etching of a snake and a Chinese dragon entwined on the flat part.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): He has no powers of note, but he does have control over a large selection of very fine slaves and is an expert in handling them. He is rather skillful in business matters and never loses at negotiations.
General Personality: He's always gotten his way, and that has threatened for years to turn him into a rather arrogant man. However this also makes it frustrating for him when his confidence is mistaken for such. He has little patience for those he feels are stupid, but likes nothing more than a lively debate with a worthy partner. He is fiercely protective of his older brother and will lose his temper readily if he thinks the man is in danger. He is also very protective of his slaves, though not to their faces, keeping a calm and detached front up around them.
Background: Everything has always been handed to him on a sliver platter. After his brother supposedly threatened to bring shame to the family name, he had been disowned and Alexi had taken his place. Still loving his brother deeply, as soon as his parents were dead Alexi let him move into a small hut on the grounds. Alexi wanted him to move back into his old room, but his brother was a proud man and refused such charity. He even insists on paying rent, though not in cash because he brother wouldn't take it. Instead he took to doing favors for his brother. Alexi was well groomed for the job as head of the family and the business has flourished since he took over. When rumors of the resistance being close by caught his attention he made a decision. He wanted the leader, and nothing would stop him from obtaining that choice bit of property. Though he has secret reasons for wanting the Vampire, to most it seems as if he just wants the rarest thing out there for vanity's sake.
Name: Alexi Vandros
Race: Human
Age: 31
Height: 6' 5”
Weight: 147lbs
Hair: Black, a little over shoulder length, strait, and normally pulled back in a ponytail. His bangs are as long as the rest of his hair and he leaves them loose, parted in the middle so they frame his face.
Eyes: A very cold shade of blue
Skin: Pale white
Build: Athletic, like a gymnast. No bulging muscles, but deceptively strong.
Clothes: He tends to wear an old red silken smoking jacket complete with a white cravat around his neck and a handkerchief in his left breast pocket. He favors dark colored comfortable cotton slacks and matching dark socks. At home he wears black leather house loafers as slippers.
Accessories: When he has need to see far he wears smallish square classes with thick black rims that complement his features, and on his left hand he wears a ring with his family's crest on it. The ring is silver with and etching of a snake and a Chinese dragon entwined on the flat part.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): He has no powers of note, but he does have control over a large selection of very fine slaves and is an expert in handling them. He is rather skillful in business matters and never loses at negotiations.
General Personality: He's always gotten his way, and that has threatened for years to turn him into a rather arrogant man. However this also makes it frustrating for him when his confidence is mistaken for such. He has little patience for those he feels are stupid, but likes nothing more than a lively debate with a worthy partner. He is fiercely protective of his older brother and will lose his temper readily if he thinks the man is in danger. He is also very protective of his slaves, though not to their faces, keeping a calm and detached front up around them.
Background: Everything has always been handed to him on a sliver platter. After his brother supposedly threatened to bring shame to the family name, he had been disowned and Alexi had taken his place. Still loving his brother deeply, as soon as his parents were dead Alexi let him move into a small hut on the grounds. Alexi wanted him to move back into his old room, but his brother was a proud man and refused such charity. He even insists on paying rent, though not in cash because he brother wouldn't take it. Instead he took to doing favors for his brother. Alexi was well groomed for the job as head of the family and the business has flourished since he took over. When rumors of the resistance being close by caught his attention he made a decision. He wanted the leader, and nothing would stop him from obtaining that choice bit of property. Though he has secret reasons for wanting the Vampire, to most it seems as if he just wants the rarest thing out there for vanity's sake.
Heh, I see you want ME to do Rue's side of this conversation :P Well get ready for one hell of a babbling session! (I'm really good at those by the way :P)
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