Post by theory on Dec 29, 2011 13:13:52 GMT -8
Give Me The Simple!
SteelDrenKallen
'lyrics here'
Give Me The Difficult!
NAME| Steel
BIRTHDAY| January 2nd
HOWOLDAREYOU| Nineteen
GENDER| Male
SEXUALORIENTATION| bisexual
RANK| Thief
Is That Really It?!?
HAIRCOLOR| Black
EYECOLOR| Light blue
BUILD| Scrawny and not well fed. He's decently strong but not to the point were he should be. Underweight for his age and a bit short.
HEIGHT| About five foot seven inches.
PIERCINGS| None.
EXTRAS| None, unless he's stolen some recently. His collar doesn't count.
FACE CLAIM| Not sure.
SUMITUP| Steel is rather short for his age and looks a bit more like a young teen then someone about to be in their twenties. He has pitch black hair and very light blue eyes to the point were they almost look clear. He's usually wearing the same thing since his circumstances don't allow for new clothes. The kid really liked piercings but at the moment he has none, along with jewelery. Any worthwhile thing he gets usually is sold before someone else can figure out he has it.
Give Me A Little More!
LIKES| Food...lots of food. He doesn't eat often. Really likes the color red. Freedom is one thing he'd love to have but it never seems to last. Steel also really likes dogs and friends, though he's a loner because no one trusts him, and he also doesn't trust anyone. Fighting, though he tries not to cause you don't live long with injuries, especially in his circumstances.
DISLIKES| Chains. Cats. Everyone he knows. Spicy food and cold weather.
STRENGTHS| Fast. He knows how to move around people and is pretty good at hiding. Very good with a small dagger he keeps hidden on him. Logical and rather smart.
WEAKNESSES| Not very strong considering his age. Malnurished. Doesn't argue very well, even though he thinks up some rather good ideas he can never seem to get them out very quickly.
THEODDBITS| When he's bothered about something he tends to chew on his bottom lip. There a small permanent scar there that's barely visible from continuous nibbling at it.
PUTITALLTOGETHER| Very calm and well mannered when needed but if a fight springs up he can hold his own for a bit if forced to take part. He dislikes everyone he knows for the most part and tries his best to keep to himself. If people came up to him it would be either to make fun of his red eyes and drab appearance or to do business for something he's stolen recently. Steel takes thievery very seriously and knows there could be some serious consequences for it but it's all he has and he is determined to be darn good at it.
And Who's In Your Life?!?
PARENTS| N/A. Unsure if dead or alive. He only remembers being a slave and a theif. Either hsi parents are dead, he was stolen from them, or they sold him into the life he now has.
SIBLINGS| None.
COMPANION| N/A
PETS| N/A
NAME|
DESCRIPTION|
PERSONALITY|
SIGNIFICANTOTHERS| N/A
THEPAST| Steel Lives in one of the smaller towns on the outskirts that still practice slavery and child labor. He is nineteen but his frame is that of a younger kid due to not having enough food as he was growing. Most of what he gets to eat is stolen by himself since his master is very frugal with anything edible, especially in the winter months. His owner would rather feed his livestock than his slaves. Steel was sold to his master when he was five years old and has been living a personal thief for the man. The guy orders him to go steal things that would be worth money and in repayment the kid gets to sleep inside. Good deal, don't you think?
Pickings have been slim as of recently because many people have moved away from the thoughts of slavery and left town. Steel has basically decided that if he doesn't sell what he finally does manage to steal then he'd just die. His master stopped feeding him awhile ago so he just stays outside and sells whatever he manages to get from out of others' pockets to buy as much food as he can.
He's grown up with several other slaves but over the years several have either died or been sold. No one ever wanted him because his red eyes have always been considered a jinx of sort so he's been at the same place and seemingly tossed out like an unwanted dog. The only thing that kept him coming back was a tight chain collar around his neck that had his ID numbers on it, saying that if anyone found him to bring him back to the specified residence.
Who Are Your Companions?!? (Delete as needed)
N/A at the moment.
NAME| Dragon/Wher Name (Dragon: th, Wher: sk)
AGE| Years only
PARENTS| Who are the parents of companion
COLOR| [*color=]Hex code #####[/color*] (If candidate here is where you place preferred colors)
PERSONALITY| A paragraph or more
DESCRIPTION| What does your dragon/wher look like?
RIDERRANK| What rank is the dragons rider?
Who's Behind That Mask?!?
YOURNAME| Theory
YOURAGE| Twenty one
RPEXPIERENCE| Several years.
WHYAREYOUHERE| Rayven's Raign.
RPEXAMPLE|
It was pretty darned cold outside for such an early day in January but as the clouds darkened overhead they just seemed to promise an even chillier day ahead. It was barely even three in the afternoon and already one could scent snow on the way. Steel sniffled, rubbing at his sore nose as he stared up at the sky, a frown on his slightly red face. The kid had been outside since last night, the record lows dipping to around ten degrees.
The frigid chain around his neck clinked slightly against tiny icicles that rested on his torn up coat. He'd drunk a bit of snow earlier in the morning and some pieces had fallen to melt on the collar of his jacket, freezing there and causing his chain to chime when knocked against them from movement. His toes felt frozen to the cold but at least he wasn't sitting in a snow drift anymore. His master had been kind enough to clear out the small part under the dilapidated awning that held a few tools and chain collars.
All in all today hadn't been to bad but Steel's real challenge was coming up in an hour or so. Someone important, or at least that's what the rumors said, were coming to town. His master wanted him to go steal him something good, and this time, not come back empty handed. The kid normally sold what he got and just took the punishment of being empty handed when returning. Which always meant he slept outside without food. Today however, he couldn't come back without something. The stakes had been raised a bit and his master had offered his freedom if the boy brought something nice enough back. Of course Steel had heard this incentive quite a few times and it never happened...but you couldn't blame the kid for hoping?
When the time finally came to head out he stood up shakily, waiting for his limbs to defrost before taking a few steps towards the front yard. Time to go to work...
"Can't prove I stole it if you can't catch me."
The frigid chain around his neck clinked slightly against tiny icicles that rested on his torn up coat. He'd drunk a bit of snow earlier in the morning and some pieces had fallen to melt on the collar of his jacket, freezing there and causing his chain to chime when knocked against them from movement. His toes felt frozen to the cold but at least he wasn't sitting in a snow drift anymore. His master had been kind enough to clear out the small part under the dilapidated awning that held a few tools and chain collars.
All in all today hadn't been to bad but Steel's real challenge was coming up in an hour or so. Someone important, or at least that's what the rumors said, were coming to town. His master wanted him to go steal him something good, and this time, not come back empty handed. The kid normally sold what he got and just took the punishment of being empty handed when returning. Which always meant he slept outside without food. Today however, he couldn't come back without something. The stakes had been raised a bit and his master had offered his freedom if the boy brought something nice enough back. Of course Steel had heard this incentive quite a few times and it never happened...but you couldn't blame the kid for hoping?
When the time finally came to head out he stood up shakily, waiting for his limbs to defrost before taking a few steps towards the front yard. Time to go to work...
"Can't prove I stole it if you can't catch me."
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