Post by William *Ryoku za Akuma* on Jan 2, 2006 18:56:28 GMT -5
Name: William McClintock IV (4th)
Gender: male
Age: 19
Personality: mysterious and serious around most, but easily excitable around friends
History: (in a nutshell)
Murdered his parents out of insanity when he was 15.
His girl was stabbed in an accident when he was 16.
Tried to end his pain but only caused more when he was 17.
Ran from the cops at 18.
Found the perfect place to stay at 19.
Looks: Blond hair; scars on arms; either blue or red eyes, changing upon mood
Example Role Play:(I got really into this so its more than 10 lines)
"I guess there's no turning back now, is there?"
The cold brisk night blew around William's tall body. The knife in his hand shined in the moonlight casted through the dirty glass window. There was a faint mist in the room over the body that lye in the floor. Blood dripped down the knife in drips onto the floor. The slight sound was enough to satisfy any of the insane-as it did Will. He barely glanced looked at the dying body on the floor.
"W-Will..."The dying person said with great trouble,"...why?"
The voice of the woman barely phased the troubled teen as he headed toward the door.
"You did not deserve to live!" He said in anger, quietly leaving the dark house.
Whipping the blood left on the knife onto his left hand in a cross, he slid the knife into a back back over his shoulder. The knife clanked against a lot of other metal as he closed the bag and turned away. William walked down the street with a crazed look in his red eyes.
As rounding the corner unusually calmly for a 15 year old boy who just murdered his mother, a feeling came over him. A weight that was of a magic sort. He tried to fight it-but it over came him.
William's eyes returned to blue quickly and violently. Sanity returned to Will as he stumbled to the ground. The metals clanked as he crashed in front of the dump. The blood on his hand glowed purple as he lost consciousness, once again as he always does in a full moon after he has completed his task.
Gender: male
Age: 19
Personality: mysterious and serious around most, but easily excitable around friends
History: (in a nutshell)
Murdered his parents out of insanity when he was 15.
His girl was stabbed in an accident when he was 16.
Tried to end his pain but only caused more when he was 17.
Ran from the cops at 18.
Found the perfect place to stay at 19.
Looks: Blond hair; scars on arms; either blue or red eyes, changing upon mood
Example Role Play:(I got really into this so its more than 10 lines)
"I guess there's no turning back now, is there?"
The cold brisk night blew around William's tall body. The knife in his hand shined in the moonlight casted through the dirty glass window. There was a faint mist in the room over the body that lye in the floor. Blood dripped down the knife in drips onto the floor. The slight sound was enough to satisfy any of the insane-as it did Will. He barely glanced looked at the dying body on the floor.
"W-Will..."The dying person said with great trouble,"...why?"
The voice of the woman barely phased the troubled teen as he headed toward the door.
"You did not deserve to live!" He said in anger, quietly leaving the dark house.
Whipping the blood left on the knife onto his left hand in a cross, he slid the knife into a back back over his shoulder. The knife clanked against a lot of other metal as he closed the bag and turned away. William walked down the street with a crazed look in his red eyes.
As rounding the corner unusually calmly for a 15 year old boy who just murdered his mother, a feeling came over him. A weight that was of a magic sort. He tried to fight it-but it over came him.
William's eyes returned to blue quickly and violently. Sanity returned to Will as he stumbled to the ground. The metals clanked as he crashed in front of the dump. The blood on his hand glowed purple as he lost consciousness, once again as he always does in a full moon after he has completed his task.
