WittyWolf

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The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@The Slenderman

Silas was reluctant to let go, but he smiled and nodded as he removed his arm. His staff made a clack against the ground as they walked towards the pawnshop. "I know your name, Miss Farron, though it is nice to hear your first name.. I am Silas Coutts, at your service," at this, he touched a hand to his chest and inclined his head. "I first heard your name in the pawnshop, when you had a similar episode and the shopkeep came to your assistance. Can I ask, what troubles you?" Silas asked with genuine concern, watching Akkina with respectful care, not wanting to be caught unaware by another attack.

Closed.

@HushedWhispers I got it working! There were a few minor things I had to fix, but otherwise yea you did! ^^

[quote=@Prints Avoid]The tags for the Hogwarts Information Title are missing the opening [center] and the tags for Quidditch are missing the slash in [/b]
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this and the horizontal rules have [.hr] that dot in 'em, which threw me off.

But my CS is done and functional :D

Gregory Mansfield Jones

_{Gregory Mansfield Jones}

_{"You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain."-The Batman}

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More Than Just A Name

Name:

Gregory Mansfield Jones

Nickname:

Jones, Greg, or Slick. Prefers Slick.

Birth Date:

January 16

Age:

17

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

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Eyes Of The Beholder

In Depth Appearance:

Slick stands at the average height of 5'9 and stays in top physical shape. He runs every morning for an hour, does at least a hundred sit-up and half that number of push-ups. He keeps his hair cut relatively short, but often lets it grow out slightly for that 'messy' look. His eyes are nearly the same color as his pupils, which tends to make the average person avoid direct eye contact. His hands are large. Slick tends to adopt a sort of relaxed slouch whenever he isn't on the move.

Clothing Style:

Slick always wears a short brim, black fedora when not in class and often during, much to his teachers' frustration. He usually wears dark jeans with a slim fit, but has been known to don a pair of sharp slacks or two. He usually wears tailored button down shirts, rolled up to the elbow usually. His shoe wear consists of several Italian loafers, or black leather Converse high tops. When he runs, he wears old T-shirts, sleeves cut off crudely, black basketball shorts, and Adidas running shoes.

Tattoos | Scars | Markings:

He has a few tattoos: one on his right shoulder that is the trinity in black ink with ivy and vines detailing the three rings, the second is a black Grimm near his heart, and the third is a sideways phrase along his forearm in typewriter Times New Roman spelling Semper Fidelis. The lettering faces Slick so he can always read it. His hands are an array of scars, some look to be made by tools, others through violent means. On his abdomen, slightly right from the center and starting above his navel, is a jagged scar that runs to his right hip.

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Behind The Mask

Likes:

• Playing cards
• The occasional fight
• Exercise
• Studying
• Partying
• The opposite sex

Dislikes:

• Being challenged
• Being criticized
• Vegan food
• History
• Being ignored

Fears:

• Being alone
• Losing a loved one
• The dark

Personality:

♦ Humorous ♦ Confident ♦ Independent ♦ Courageous ♦ Impatient

Slick has always had a quick mouth with a short fuse. This got him into a lot of trouble, but also gave him the opportunity to learn his capabilities. Tending to deal with tragedy with a joke or quip, Slick internalizes a lot that he should talk about, but never does. He shows respect to everyone, until they wrong him. He has towering self-confidence and bravado, tending to bull his way through obstacles through will, wit, or skill. His intensely protective of his friends and will defend them to the death. Since he was young, Slick fended for himself, fortifying an already strong persona into an unwavering courage.

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Delving Deeper

Background:

Slick grew up looking after his younger sister, Magdalena and mother, Caitlyn, in Newark, New Jersey. He often got into scraps with the bullies of his neighborhood, never getting hit and earning the nickname 'Slick'. Yet, the street wasn't the only place he was beaten daily. His father, a construction worker, abused Slick whenever he was sober enough to stand. Slick often took the brunt of the abuse after noticing his mother's bruises.

One night, after slapping Maggie, Slick had had enough and pushed his father back. His father grew enraged and smashed the bottle he'd been drinking across the already dingy kitchen table. The boy was just turning eleven, on the cusp of coming into his magical powers. His father slashed at Slick, cutting his stomach open and still bearing down on the child. That's when Slick threw up his hands and wished his father would go away. With his eyes closed, not wanting to see his own blood, he heard a mighty crash.

When he opened his eyes, his father was lying on the floor, bleeding from a gaping wound in his neck. He'd been thrown against the table and maimed with the broken bottle he'd threatened his own son with. Slick knew that he had somehow done this and was horrified. When the letter from Hogwarts came, Slick threw it out himself, too distraught with the fact that he had indeed killed his own father. Soon after came letters from the Ministry, demanding his cooperation or face possible consequences for his illegal use of magic. They told him in no uncertain terms that it would be mandatory to learn at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the better to monitor him and keep the boy on the path of good magic. After much cajoling, his mother got young Slick to agree to attend Hogwarts, even though she was loathe to send her child so far away.

His family still lives in the same tenement building. He hopes to change as soon as he graduates from Hogwarts. Slick wants to give his family the very best, knowing he can provide it. His mother remarried five years ago, but Slick's step-father died in combat after two short years married, a true hero. In memory of the great man, the boy had the Marine's motto tattooed on his forearm.

Extra:

Remus Lupin

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Hogwarts Information

House:

Gryffindor

Year:

7th

Blood Status:

Muggle-born

Wand:

15 inches, threstral hair core, Acacia

Familiar:

Wolfhound- Duke

Patronus:

Eagle

Professor?

If yes then put what class they teach and which house they watch over.

Death Eater?

No

Quidditch?

Chaser

Extracurricular Activities?

Closed.

@HushedWhispers Finito with my CS, but I cannot get the hider to work. -_- lol

Shifter's War (Modern Fantasy RP)

Goliath Firetongue

Appearance:

Name: Goliath Firetongue

Age: 1,000

Faction: Hierarchy

Shifter Form: White Dragon


Personality: Goliath, despite his name, is a peaceful man that prefers to observe than act. His long life has taught him that patience can be a very powerful tool and gives only to passion. Yet he is very proud and never backs down from a challenge, defending his and any's honor to the death. He prizes etiquette and manners above all else, having been raised in a much more archaic time.

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Likes: carving wooden figurines, playing billiards, listening to classical music, peaceful resolutions

Dislikes: stubbornness, cruelty, close-minded thinking, arrogance

Weapons: When not in his dragon form, Goliath prefers the two-handed broadsword

Bio: Before the shift in Council politics, Goliath had been a proud adviser towards peace with the humans and headed the movement. When all seemed well, he decided to leave the Council to those of younger blood and ambition. He saw a bright future for his shifter brethren and had high hopes. He had known Zeltiax's father and thought him a good man.

Goliath had lived in isolation for years, living his life in peace in a cave in the Himalayas. He had no idea what the humans had done to his kind, nor the violence that had been wreaked in the modern world. He occasionally went to visit the humans and more mundane shifters. The latter always seemed to know that he was one of them, yet of a different breed. Only when Zeltiax began his war upon the humans, did Goliath involve himself in the affairs of the world. The chaos that ensued because of his mentor's actions enraged the usually cool shifter. He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to stop the senseless war and found the Hierarchy. Because of his powerful form, he was given leadership in an age that he knew nothing about, a man out of time. After hearing of Zeltiax's betrayal and patricide, Goliath fully accepted a role of leadership within the Hierarchy in order to combat the threat that was the Black Dragon Zel.

Shifter's War (Modern Fantasy RP)

lol will do.
But I'm serious about the hiders. I can't make them things work for shit. xD

The East Market - Fantasy/Steampunk Character Development RP - *Rebooted!*

@The Slenderman

Silas felt a grin break his face for a moment before he sobered. They were starting to attract quite the crowd and he'd hate to be stuck in a dungeon answering the city guards' questions. He felt he had better places to be that night. He gently led her away from the area with a hand on her arm, all the while shaking his head in reply. "I have no idea who the Jester is... but if he tries such base tricks again, the joke will be how he met his end." Silas promised. "Let's get you home now, before something else can ruin this night, eh?" he offered her a smile as he pushed past the circle of spectators.

Shifter's War (Modern Fantasy RP)

It's a proven fact I suck at hiding posts. xD and I told you on chat that I was making it!

The Family That Slays Together [Reboot] [Family of Supernatural Hunters]

Krystoff came to, but his legs felt like rubber and it felt like his thoughts were itsy bitsy shards of glass. "She's fine, Izzy," Krystoff rumbled. When he looked down, he saw the puddle his pants had made. "Oh shit!" He looked up at X with glassy eyes. "X, dude.. I think I'm bleeding! When did that happen?" With Xavier's help, Krystoff got his feet under him and plopped down onto the table. "Azoth, top cabinet man, needles are in-DID I HEAR PIZZA! Tell that gorilla, I want a meat-lover pie! He always only gets one and eat it all..." Krystoff trailed off as he began to doze off, feeling extraordinarily sleepy. With the loss of blood, he sounded drunk and completely off the wall for once in his life. He came to just long enough to say, hushed like a secret, to Xavier, "Tell him I want Mountain Dew.." He fell back on the table, limp but alive.

Closed.

My one true weakness! Coding... I'm going to try my best to make this CS beautiful for you -^^-