Post by •Michael Chaundry• on Jul 5, 2009 19:41:25 GMT -5
Your real name: (Is my nickname okay?) Evil! ;D
Your real age: 14.
How long have you RP for: Two years in September. I haven't done this in sooo long.
(Image of Character)
Character Name: Michael Chaundry.
Character Age: Fifteen.
Character Specialty: He's a great dancer, but not very good at anything else.
Character History: Michael grew up in a family that made a good amount of money, but they weren't exactly wealthy. His family had their own business, and Michael's grandparent's were the roots of the company. But when Michael's parents were attacked by a giant elephant in a visit to the Zoo (Yeah, it's far fetched ha ha.), Michael was handed off to be taken care of by his grandparents.
Growing up through all of his live he lived in a nice home, and was given the best from his caring grandparents. When Michael was fifteen, the elderly couple began to have marriage issues, and thus they sent him off to a camp for the artistically gifted, hoping that the camp would help shield him from the problems going on at home.
RP Sample: (From another site!)
Mr. Caterpillar, who was hoping to escape the rumpus the people outside were creating, slithered into the cafe, wanting a good smoke. He looked upon the front of the cafe, an arabian princess and something miniscule. The small thing was emitting a golden light. Squinting, he noticed it was a tiny woman. It reminded him of his old state, when he was a small caterpillar lying upon a small flower or leaf, smoking away the days. Now, he was three feet tall, and he scared many people with his repulsive size.
Making his way to a chair his fairly large rump-roast plopped onto the hard, wooden chair. "This does not compare to my mushroom." Complained the creature in an aggrivated tone. He let out a sigh of frustation and continued to sit in the chair, and then he pulled out his hookah of who knows where(it wasn't exactly known where he kept it.), and put the pipe to his mouth, exhaling, a large amount of multi-colored smoke pouring to the floor. The odd thing was, that smoke usually floated, but now it was ust pouring from the Caterpillar's mouth. To a normal person it seemed like it'd be a frightful sight, but to character's like Jasmine, who had seen a massively large snake, it probably was nothing.
"Pfff." Mr. Caterpillar blew some smoke out of his nose, and turned his head, his eyes sagging a bit, they also seemed to have sunk in a tad. "You!" He called to the tiny fairy, his face dropping into a slumping, massive frown. "Whooo ... are ... YOU?" Asked the caterpillar, un-amused, continuing to smoke his hookah.
Played by:
Graham Phillips.
Blehh, I hope it's okay. I haven't done this in a very, very long time..
Your real age: 14.
How long have you RP for: Two years in September. I haven't done this in sooo long.
(Image of Character)
Character Name: Michael Chaundry.
Character Age: Fifteen.
Character Specialty: He's a great dancer, but not very good at anything else.
Character History: Michael grew up in a family that made a good amount of money, but they weren't exactly wealthy. His family had their own business, and Michael's grandparent's were the roots of the company. But when Michael's parents were attacked by a giant elephant in a visit to the Zoo (Yeah, it's far fetched ha ha.), Michael was handed off to be taken care of by his grandparents.
Growing up through all of his live he lived in a nice home, and was given the best from his caring grandparents. When Michael was fifteen, the elderly couple began to have marriage issues, and thus they sent him off to a camp for the artistically gifted, hoping that the camp would help shield him from the problems going on at home.
RP Sample: (From another site!)
Mr. Caterpillar, who was hoping to escape the rumpus the people outside were creating, slithered into the cafe, wanting a good smoke. He looked upon the front of the cafe, an arabian princess and something miniscule. The small thing was emitting a golden light. Squinting, he noticed it was a tiny woman. It reminded him of his old state, when he was a small caterpillar lying upon a small flower or leaf, smoking away the days. Now, he was three feet tall, and he scared many people with his repulsive size.
Making his way to a chair his fairly large rump-roast plopped onto the hard, wooden chair. "This does not compare to my mushroom." Complained the creature in an aggrivated tone. He let out a sigh of frustation and continued to sit in the chair, and then he pulled out his hookah of who knows where(it wasn't exactly known where he kept it.), and put the pipe to his mouth, exhaling, a large amount of multi-colored smoke pouring to the floor. The odd thing was, that smoke usually floated, but now it was ust pouring from the Caterpillar's mouth. To a normal person it seemed like it'd be a frightful sight, but to character's like Jasmine, who had seen a massively large snake, it probably was nothing.
"Pfff." Mr. Caterpillar blew some smoke out of his nose, and turned his head, his eyes sagging a bit, they also seemed to have sunk in a tad. "You!" He called to the tiny fairy, his face dropping into a slumping, massive frown. "Whooo ... are ... YOU?" Asked the caterpillar, un-amused, continuing to smoke his hookah.
Played by:
Graham Phillips.
Blehh, I hope it's okay. I haven't done this in a very, very long time..
