Post by ignis on Jan 29, 2012 0:28:08 GMT -5
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LET THE WHOLE THING BLOW
B A S I C I N F O
★ NAME: Ignis Ren Hono
★ NICKNAME: Firecrotch, Iggy
★ MEMBER GROUP: Gijinka
★ POKEMON: Blaziken
★ AGE: 21
★ HEIGHT: 6'1
★ WEIGHT:
★ FACE CLAIM: Axel, Kingdom Hearts
★ APPEARANCE:
Ignis is a tall, lanky man with an athlete's build. He isn't nessecarily incredibly bulky or anything of the sort, though there is obvious muscle mass on his body. A semi-pale complexion is stretched over his lithe frame, though he does tan easily if exposed to sunlight for an excess amount of time. There are also very few scars on his person, save for the few he has recieved upon becoming a Gijinka, and taking the abuse of those who hate him.
The oddest aspect of Ignis's appearence would most definately be his hair. Nothing about it seems to be quite natural. The coloration is a flaming scarlet red, and the style is spiked backward, almost resembling quills. It takes a fair amount of effort to make his hair lie flat due to years of gel overuse, let alone styling it. His eyes, in contrast to his fiery mane of hair, are a bright green, not quite reaching the hue of lime green but near that. The only other prominent facial features Ignis possesses are the two triangle tattoos beneath his eyes.
Ignis doesn't have a very varied wardrobe. He prefers to dress for comfort rather than style, choosing to wear simply jeans and t-shirts from a day-to-day basis. He doesn't like to overcomplicate something as simple as wardrobe. In fact, he only wears shirts when absolutely nessecary. He is almost always half-naked while at his own house and the areas around it. Besides, getting a shirt on and off is a pain with his hair, right?
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P E R S O N A L I T Y
★ POSITIVE:
- Fun-loving
- Silly
- Flirtatious
- Tough-as-nails
- Grown up when nessecary
- Friendly
★ NEGATIVE:
- Arrogant
- Impulsive
- Hot-headed
- Easily offended
- Violent at times
- Quick to trust
★ HABITS, QUIRKS:
- Can't sit still for too long
- Smokes, but only when very agitated
- Often plays with matches or lighters when bored
★ OVERALL PERSONALITY:
Ignis is your typical happy-go-lucky guy just out of his teens. He's mature enough to be considered an adult but immature enough to still make people roll their eyes. He loves to simply kick back, relax, and enjoy life. He doesn't really concern himself with little things and focuses mainly on the things he is required to do rather than anything else. He still behaves a bit like a high schooler despite the fact he's legally an adult.
Ignis is one of those people who always feels the need to lighten a mood or cheer somebody up, for he hates being around sadness and pain, which is why he tries to stamp out his own, or push it to the back of his head. This, however, can make him ignorant of sadness or anything of that sort. He won't stop trying to cheer somebody up unless they practically scream in his face.
However, even a happy-go-lucky guy can't be without his downfalls. His life as a Gijinka has toughened him up a bit, and made him a bit violent and hot-headed in order to ward off those who hate his kind. He has learned not to put up with any of that sort of crap, so he lashes out in order to protect himself. In contrast, he is quick to trust anybody who is kind to him from the get-go, and does not take betrayal with a grain of salt, though it is all too easy to deceive him.
Ignis also values very much the friends he is able to make. Friends mean the world to him, being shunned for being what he is. Ignis will throw himself in front of a bus if it means helping one of those people he feels close to. Loyalty in friendship is of extreme importance to him.
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H I S T O R Y
- at least four
- major points
- in the character's history
- you can get descriptive and add as much more as you want
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P L A Y E R I N F O
★ OOC NAME: Ignis, or Axel will suffice. You can call me taco for all I care.
★ AGE: 14
★ OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope
★ RP SAMPLE:
The rising sun cast thin pink shafts of sunlight through the window of Rexa's room in a nearby Inn. For reasons even she didn't understand, Rexa had decided to stay in this world. Maybe it was because it provided an interesting training opprotunity? It seemed like one of those lame excuses used just to mask an embarassing fact. Well, it was good enough for Rexa, even if it may not be the real reason.
The fiery haired girl groaned as she awoke, blinking sleep from her orange eyes. She'd been up late training, and when she'd retired to an inn, she lay awake for hours just staring at the cieling. What was it that caused the inability to easily fall asleep? Her twin sister said that it was because of the trauma she experienced upon their parent's death, but Rexa was unsure. She shook her head, banishing these thoughts from her head. There were things to do!
The girl quickly clambered out of the bed and threw her clothes on. While lacing up her burgundy red corset, Rexa pushed open the single window in her room, allowing dawn sunlight to pour over her. She let out a long sigh, breathing in the crisp morning air. Rexa did not describe herself as a "morning person", per say, but she did enjoy the time when the sun began to peek over the horizon, and the cool air smelled of dewdrops.
Letting out a chuckle, Rexa shook her head. Look at me, I'm turning into a poet. She said inwardly. Grabbing ahold of the window frame, she gracefully swung herself outside into the sunlight. A few people stared, startled, at the girl who dropped from the second story so easily. Rexa merely strode forward, bound for a solitary place in which she could train.
And by that, she meant a forest on the outskirts of the town she was staying on. The closely knit trees provided a decent shadowy covering, and it didn't seem to be a very popular place to visit. Rexa leapt into the lowest branches of the nearest tree, scattering a few leaves behind her. "Heh. Who needs the ground?" She mused with a smile upon her face. Of course, why walk on foot if she could train in the treetops.
Rexa, feeling much like a monkey or a jungle cat, leapt from tree to tree gracefully. Her red hair swirled around her head like a wildfire, a splash of color in the endless sea of green. This was her idea of a good time.
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★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
★ template was made for wretches and kings, do not steal ★
CLEAR AND TRUE
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