Post by Malverne on Jun 7, 2011 9:37:03 GMT -5
b]Main Username:Malverne
Name: Jameson Skye
Nickname: None
Age:16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 lbs
Type: Weapon
Current Partner:none
Appearance: Skye is incredibly pale, with short, messy silver hair that cannot be tamed no matter the effort put into it, and dark green eyes. Skye wears simple black shorts with large pockets, and a thick chain for a belt, a green shirt with circular, yellow designs, and a purple, long-sleeved sweatshirt. The sweatshirt is never zipped up and Skye always pushes the sleeves up to his elbows. Around each of his wrists, Skye wears a thick leather bracelets. Whenever possible, Skye doesn't wear shoes, preferring to have bare feet, but begrudginly dons flip-flops when etiquette require him to. The only noteworthy mark on him is the rather large and sprawling tattoo of a climbing thorny vine, which stems from a mark on his shoulder, and crawls over his chest and back. A single vine climbs up his neck and rests just under his left cheekbone, and that is the only piece of the tattoo that is visible under normal circumstances. He has three gold earrings in the cartilage of his right ear.
Personality: Skye is quiet, preferring to listen than to speak. When he does speak, however, his words are rarely wise or thought out, instead being just the oddest thoughts plucked straight from his brain. He has a bad habit of eavesdropping on conversations and injecting his opinion, then leaving the conversation as abruptly as he arrived. Skye rarely worries or stresses over anything, and detests those who do. He talking to overdramatic people, but enjoys listening to them, just because they're amusing. Skye is an unremarkable student, sitting in the back corner near the window, staring up at clouds instead of paying attention. He also has a very bad habit of accidentally pickpocketing people, but he is working very hard to stop. Skye is sarcastic and straighforward most of the time, but he is nice to those who need him to be nice. He isn't easily bored, constantly finding something to distract himself, but he's able to focus on important matters when necessary
Element: Wind
Fighting Style: In battles, Skye has almost no defense, relying completely on his evasion and speed. He has remarkable balance and some foresight, giving him outstanding evasion capabilities. However, once pinned down, Skye panics. On the offensive side, Skye generally utilizes his speed, dashing back and forth around his opponent before striking hard and fast. Skye is quite acrobatic, so he uses many flips, rolls, handsprings, and so on both in evasion and on offense.
Abilities: Skye can transform into a pair of claws attached by a chain. The claws are to be put on the hands of the meister, as a steel extension of their fingernails. One of the claw-gauntlets can be removed and swung around by the chain for longer ranged attacks. As a partial transformation, Skye can turn his fingers into the claws, which are equally good at slicing and stabbing
Resonances: None yet
Special Notes:
Likes: Libraries, fish and chips, and eavesdropping
Dislikes:Loud noises, stressful people, and slimy creatures.
Strengths:Speed, balance, and evasiveness
Weaknesses:Complete lack of endurance, constantly underestimates opponents, lack of self-confidence, and a crippling fear of slimy things
Hobbies:Reading, drawing, sleeping, and daydreaming.
Birthplace: Born on the Island of Aran, in Scotland.
History:Skye was born in Scotland to a family of gypsies. For the first ten years of his life, he roamed Europe, learning various gypsy techniques, mostly including acrobatics and pickpocketing. As he traveled, Skye picked up the languages around him, so he has a working knowledge of French, German, Spanish, and a rudimentary vocabulary of a number of other languages. At age eleven, Skye discovered his abilities, and ran away from his family. For the next few years, he was constantly worried about what was going to happen to him, until he met a man in Glasgow. The man was a drunk, but he taught Skye how to relax and not worry. Skye stayed with this man until he was fifteen, when the man was killed in a brawl, and Skye was attacked. Skye ran, and eventually he found his way to DWMA, and is now looking for a meister who won't get on his nerves too much.
RP Sample: Skye sat heavily on the bench, and looked up at the imposing building.
"This is the school, huh," he muttered to himself, "Impressive, I guess." Skye fingered the earrings in his ear, the only things that he still had of his family.
"I wonder what you'd think if you saw me now." A slow grin split across Skye's face. Things were happening, and no way was he going to miss them.
A yawn bubbled to the surface, and Skye rubbed his eyes. It was probably midnight, judging from the moon and the stars. Skye wasn’t tired from all the walking he’d been doing lately, but he still felt like he needed to catch up on a few hours of sleep. He leaned over on the bench, ignoring the looks from some of the passers-by. ‘Let ‘em stare’ he thought to himself, ‘Doesn’t really matter to me.’ A few seconds later, Skye was asleep and snoring away.
Name: Jameson Skye
Nickname: None
Age:16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 lbs
Type: Weapon
Current Partner:none
Appearance: Skye is incredibly pale, with short, messy silver hair that cannot be tamed no matter the effort put into it, and dark green eyes. Skye wears simple black shorts with large pockets, and a thick chain for a belt, a green shirt with circular, yellow designs, and a purple, long-sleeved sweatshirt. The sweatshirt is never zipped up and Skye always pushes the sleeves up to his elbows. Around each of his wrists, Skye wears a thick leather bracelets. Whenever possible, Skye doesn't wear shoes, preferring to have bare feet, but begrudginly dons flip-flops when etiquette require him to. The only noteworthy mark on him is the rather large and sprawling tattoo of a climbing thorny vine, which stems from a mark on his shoulder, and crawls over his chest and back. A single vine climbs up his neck and rests just under his left cheekbone, and that is the only piece of the tattoo that is visible under normal circumstances. He has three gold earrings in the cartilage of his right ear.
Personality: Skye is quiet, preferring to listen than to speak. When he does speak, however, his words are rarely wise or thought out, instead being just the oddest thoughts plucked straight from his brain. He has a bad habit of eavesdropping on conversations and injecting his opinion, then leaving the conversation as abruptly as he arrived. Skye rarely worries or stresses over anything, and detests those who do. He talking to overdramatic people, but enjoys listening to them, just because they're amusing. Skye is an unremarkable student, sitting in the back corner near the window, staring up at clouds instead of paying attention. He also has a very bad habit of accidentally pickpocketing people, but he is working very hard to stop. Skye is sarcastic and straighforward most of the time, but he is nice to those who need him to be nice. He isn't easily bored, constantly finding something to distract himself, but he's able to focus on important matters when necessary
Element: Wind
Fighting Style: In battles, Skye has almost no defense, relying completely on his evasion and speed. He has remarkable balance and some foresight, giving him outstanding evasion capabilities. However, once pinned down, Skye panics. On the offensive side, Skye generally utilizes his speed, dashing back and forth around his opponent before striking hard and fast. Skye is quite acrobatic, so he uses many flips, rolls, handsprings, and so on both in evasion and on offense.
Abilities: Skye can transform into a pair of claws attached by a chain. The claws are to be put on the hands of the meister, as a steel extension of their fingernails. One of the claw-gauntlets can be removed and swung around by the chain for longer ranged attacks. As a partial transformation, Skye can turn his fingers into the claws, which are equally good at slicing and stabbing
Resonances: None yet
Special Notes:
Likes: Libraries, fish and chips, and eavesdropping
Dislikes:Loud noises, stressful people, and slimy creatures.
Strengths:Speed, balance, and evasiveness
Weaknesses:Complete lack of endurance, constantly underestimates opponents, lack of self-confidence, and a crippling fear of slimy things
Hobbies:Reading, drawing, sleeping, and daydreaming.
Birthplace: Born on the Island of Aran, in Scotland.
History:Skye was born in Scotland to a family of gypsies. For the first ten years of his life, he roamed Europe, learning various gypsy techniques, mostly including acrobatics and pickpocketing. As he traveled, Skye picked up the languages around him, so he has a working knowledge of French, German, Spanish, and a rudimentary vocabulary of a number of other languages. At age eleven, Skye discovered his abilities, and ran away from his family. For the next few years, he was constantly worried about what was going to happen to him, until he met a man in Glasgow. The man was a drunk, but he taught Skye how to relax and not worry. Skye stayed with this man until he was fifteen, when the man was killed in a brawl, and Skye was attacked. Skye ran, and eventually he found his way to DWMA, and is now looking for a meister who won't get on his nerves too much.
RP Sample: Skye sat heavily on the bench, and looked up at the imposing building.
"This is the school, huh," he muttered to himself, "Impressive, I guess." Skye fingered the earrings in his ear, the only things that he still had of his family.
"I wonder what you'd think if you saw me now." A slow grin split across Skye's face. Things were happening, and no way was he going to miss them.
A yawn bubbled to the surface, and Skye rubbed his eyes. It was probably midnight, judging from the moon and the stars. Skye wasn’t tired from all the walking he’d been doing lately, but he still felt like he needed to catch up on a few hours of sleep. He leaned over on the bench, ignoring the looks from some of the passers-by. ‘Let ‘em stare’ he thought to himself, ‘Doesn’t really matter to me.’ A few seconds later, Skye was asleep and snoring away.