Post by Administrator on Apr 24, 2010 20:10:27 GMT -4
Your name: Gavin
Character's Name: Kurt Virona
Gender: Human
Age: 24
Vampire Age N/A
Category: Human
Character History: Born in Westminster, England in 1986, Kurt only lived there for two years until his parents moved to the States. His youth was average, except for the fact that he was skilled in almost every use of firearms. It turned out he was a child prodigy using any type of firearm. At the age of 18 he joined the army, and by the time of 20 became a Navy Seal as the best sniper in the squad. Being shipped to Iraq during the war, he remained stationed there for two years until some shrapnel caught him in the chest and he was forced to retire. Being sent home, Kurt looked for somewhere quiet to live and Forks, Washington seemed like the best place. He has lived in Forks for two years and has enjoyed the peace and quiet around the area.
Character Appearance: Kurt is a very fit man. He stands at a height of 6'4 and weighs 200 pounds. He has a large build, and is very muscled. Being an ex- navy seal he is completely fit. He has scars crisscrossing over his chest where the shrapnel tore into him. Under his skin he has a fake lung, 6 metal ribs and a metal plate over his heart. Kurt keeps his head shaved and slight stubble on his face. He has no piercings or tattoos of any kind, not seeing the need to put further injury to his body.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Strengths 1: Master Marksman 2: Military training 3: Skillful at Martial Arts
Weaknesses 1: Can sometimes be cold 2: Trying to get over life being a mission 3: Gets bored easily, cause he is not constantly doing something.
Personality: Kurt has a generally friendly personality. He is kinda, caring and can be loving. However since he was in the military he was taught, as a sniper to look at a kill without emotional connection, to be completely cold. Since his discharge he has gotten back to his original personality but not without some effects. Kurt has nightmares from post traumatic stress disorder, from the people he had to kill and the war he was apart of for 2 yrs. He will wake up yelling and in a cold sweat. He tries hard to suppress this fact from people.
How is your character related to the story? Will be a man for Jaelle, and to help continue her own personal plot.
Sample of your RP-ing skills: Savage was very very bored. He hadn't killed anyone in a couple of hours and he really wanted to tear someone to pieces. Instead he had decided to walk through the forest. It was a calm place, and that bothered Savage. To calm, to still, it held many secrets. His red eyes surveyed the forested area and he inhaled on the cigar he was smoking. The cloud puffed up around him flowing out from under his fedora into the sky. The sound of laughter echoed through the forest and immediately two wickedly curved blades appeared in his hands. His walk turned into a slight run as he moved to intercept the sound.
Stopping he turned in a circle, smelling and looking for the source. A few seconds later, the impact of something hit him. Whirling he snarled the cigar somehow staying in his mouth. His large frame crouched down the knives presented in front of him. "You betta watch were ya going," he said his African accent thick.
Character's Name: Kurt Virona
Gender: Human
Age: 24
Vampire Age N/A
Category: Human
Character History: Born in Westminster, England in 1986, Kurt only lived there for two years until his parents moved to the States. His youth was average, except for the fact that he was skilled in almost every use of firearms. It turned out he was a child prodigy using any type of firearm. At the age of 18 he joined the army, and by the time of 20 became a Navy Seal as the best sniper in the squad. Being shipped to Iraq during the war, he remained stationed there for two years until some shrapnel caught him in the chest and he was forced to retire. Being sent home, Kurt looked for somewhere quiet to live and Forks, Washington seemed like the best place. He has lived in Forks for two years and has enjoyed the peace and quiet around the area.
Character Appearance: Kurt is a very fit man. He stands at a height of 6'4 and weighs 200 pounds. He has a large build, and is very muscled. Being an ex- navy seal he is completely fit. He has scars crisscrossing over his chest where the shrapnel tore into him. Under his skin he has a fake lung, 6 metal ribs and a metal plate over his heart. Kurt keeps his head shaved and slight stubble on his face. He has no piercings or tattoos of any kind, not seeing the need to put further injury to his body.
Strengths/Weaknesses: Strengths 1: Master Marksman 2: Military training 3: Skillful at Martial Arts
Weaknesses 1: Can sometimes be cold 2: Trying to get over life being a mission 3: Gets bored easily, cause he is not constantly doing something.
Personality: Kurt has a generally friendly personality. He is kinda, caring and can be loving. However since he was in the military he was taught, as a sniper to look at a kill without emotional connection, to be completely cold. Since his discharge he has gotten back to his original personality but not without some effects. Kurt has nightmares from post traumatic stress disorder, from the people he had to kill and the war he was apart of for 2 yrs. He will wake up yelling and in a cold sweat. He tries hard to suppress this fact from people.
How is your character related to the story? Will be a man for Jaelle, and to help continue her own personal plot.
Sample of your RP-ing skills: Savage was very very bored. He hadn't killed anyone in a couple of hours and he really wanted to tear someone to pieces. Instead he had decided to walk through the forest. It was a calm place, and that bothered Savage. To calm, to still, it held many secrets. His red eyes surveyed the forested area and he inhaled on the cigar he was smoking. The cloud puffed up around him flowing out from under his fedora into the sky. The sound of laughter echoed through the forest and immediately two wickedly curved blades appeared in his hands. His walk turned into a slight run as he moved to intercept the sound.
Stopping he turned in a circle, smelling and looking for the source. A few seconds later, the impact of something hit him. Whirling he snarled the cigar somehow staying in his mouth. His large frame crouched down the knives presented in front of him. "You betta watch were ya going," he said his African accent thick.
