Post by Ricky Adams on Nov 11, 2011 4:14:50 GMT -5
| [atrb=style, background-color: #CD2626; border-top: 6px solid #CD2626; border-bottom: 6px solid #CD2626; border-right: 6px solid #CD2626; border-left: 6px solid #CD2626; opacity: 0.85; -moz-opacity: 0.85;][atrb=border,3,true][atrb=bordercolor,ffffff,true][bg=CD2626][atrb=width,490,true][atrb=height,330,true][atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true] ricky adams    NAME. Ricky Adams AGE. 18 GENDER. male GROUP. civilian OCCUPATION. Lounge Pianist. POSITIVE TRAITS. Friendly. Light Hearted. Gentle. Forgiving. Kind. Fun-loving NEGATIVE TRAITS. Cowardly. A Push Over. Shy. Not Confident. Timid. Simple LIKES. Scarves. Playing the Piano. Cats and other small animals. Roses. Chocolate milk. Strawberries. DISLIKES. Being mute. Seeing his scars. When other people see his scars. When people treat him as if he's deaf or stupid when they find out he's mute. Extreme cold. Spicy food. GOALS. Finding a cure for being mute. Becoming the world's greatest pianist. FEARS. Chimeras, somehow being blinded or deafened. Dying at a young age. SKILLS. Playing the piano. Observation. Making people laugh or smile. Soccer. Keeping his temper. HISTORY.Ricky was born in a hospital to like every other normal child. He blissfully spent his years in his neighborhood going to school, playing with children his age, getting into soccer, playing in the mud, ruining new clothes and generally being a normal child. When he was five, his mother took him to a friend of hers to be babysat and she played the piano for him. that's when he fell in love with music. Straight away he begged his parents for piano lessons soon he became addicted to them. He was quite good at it and he never needed to be asked to practice the piano. In fact, sometimes his parents would have to make him stop in order to get him to eat, bathe or sleep. At the age of nine he got his cat and while odd the name Fur Elise was perfect. She was all black except for tiny white paws. Just like a pair of socks or mittens. He loved Fur Elise and played with her often. He also played the piano for her and soon, the two feel into a pattern. Fur Elise would stand on the piano and meow loudly. Getting more and more persistent until the boy dropped what he was doing and went to play something for her. She became his piano buddy. His muse. If Fur Elise didn't like his music, Ricky knew it wasn't right. She helped him compose his music and perfect the songs given to him by his piano teacher. When Ricky was ten, things went to hell. He encountered a chimera. It was a savage, frightening mix of a lion and a bear. He made the mistake of running and it attacked, savagely going for his neck. Ricky lost his glasses, unable to see to get up and run, he lay there, his arms in front of his face, already ripped to shreds. He heard a gunshot, then flapping wings, his father shouting, his mother screaming and then blacked out. When he awoke, his throat was on fire! He later found out that the scarring was permanent and worst of all? He would never be able to speak again. He was devastated. Thanks to his child-like wonder, he forever lost his power of speech. He withdrew into himself and instead sat in his hospital bed, motionless and silent. Listening to other children around him laughing, shouting and playing in the children's ward. He didn't see much point in getting up or even playing, that is until his friend Jack remind him of all he was missing sitting there in that bed. So he got up. At first it was only for the sake of his friend and to play the piano again but soon he began to realize that nothing would change, so why sit there and do nothing? Now eighteen years old, Ricky is still mute, but he knows sign language and though there are few people who know it as well, he found other ways of speaking without words. He became a very gifted mime and is killer at a game of charades. He might not be satisfied with not being able to speak, but he’s happy with life. For now. He still thinks about his lost voice and wants to be able to regain his speech. But that’s impossible. At least, that’s what he thinks. FACE CLAIM. Full Moon wo Sagahite & Takuto ROLEPLAY SAMPLE. Ever since Balthasar had been sent to Forks to scout for new Children of the Moon, he'd been doing a pretty good job of both avoiding the vampire coven living there and resisting the urge to feed off the pathetic humans in the town. He instead fed off humans in Seattle as often as he could. He stayed in the local inn and ventured out whenever he could, making his way around trying to find potential people to use for the war. He did a little site seeing on the side, and he soon came to realize how 'little' it was. There wasn't anything to do or to see in this stupid town! He quickly became bored and decided to have some fun of his own. And that meant thievery. He used his vampire speed to his advantage, to pick pockets of people he passed by and to swipe things undetected from store fronts. He'd take money mostly, and sometimes little trinkets that he cared nothing for and would return later on if he felt like it, but then.... something caught his eye in a second hand store. A beautiful crystal egg. It was huge! The size of an ostrich egg and in the center was a pattern of red, blue and green swirls. The outside caught the light and refracted it into hundreds of rainbows. He smirked and headed inside, fully intent on buying it. It turned out that the man behind the counter still held the stupid old ways of discriminating against the Irish and because of Balthasar's thick accent, the owner refused to sell him the egg. Enraged, the vampire considered killing the man and then thought better of it. He left without a word and then waited until the store was closed and everyone was sleeping like good little humans. Then, the young looking vampire left his hotel room and headed down the street. He was wearing black jeans and a shirt, along with a hat and of course, his usual cape. He loved capes as a fashion sense. Sure they were useless, but they were impressive when the wind blew, and they made him stand out. He used his rather impressive powers of illusion to conceal himself, just in case someone was extra observant. He had taken in the security network earlier that day and he moved to the fuse box, picking the lock and disabling the power to the store. It was the work of but a moment to force the door open with his superior strength. He stepped inside and took his sweet time selecting things. He'd rob the hateful old man blind and then burn the store to the ground! Let him see what pissing him off would earn him! Suddenly, he heard a voice behind him and he sighed deeply, then turned and chuckled "Nay lass." He said with a smirk, reaching into his pocket and casually pulling out a large wad of money. "I'll be paying for this ye see." He told her, "I would have bought it this morning when the store was open, but the owner of the shop ye see refused to sell it to me because I'm Irish. Very hateful. Not very nice." and he put the money onto the counter and hid it underneath the cash register, then scrawled a note on a scrap of paper with a pen in the drawer. 'Hey Jackass, I bought the egg anyway. Nothing was stolen, Love the Scummy Irishman.' and then he looked toward the woman and headed for the door "Happy now lass? I was going to steal it, but I payed fer it instead. Don' go giving me tha' look." and he left the store, then yanked the door shut once more. ".....Balthasar Xander." He said, heading off down the street with the egg under his arm. MY NAME IS Sarah AND I'VE BEEN BREATHING AIR FOR 24 YEARS. I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR nine years. MY OTHER CHARACTER'S ARE Luke Denmark. |
