Post by Logan Grace Scottsdale on Dec 12, 2010 19:38:51 GMT -5
Character Basics
Name: Logan Grace Scottsdale
Age: 16
Nicknames:Grace
Education: Sophomore year
Financial situation: she lives in the poor part of town due to her father being out of work and her mother dead due to breast cancer.
Physical:
Hair Colour:ruby red
Hair Length:down to the middle of her back
Eye Colour:emerald green
Height:5'4"
Weight:110
Race:Animorph-She is a fence sitter. She doesn't choose either side particularly, but she does lean towards the darker side of the scale first. She believes that both sides can get along, which means she goes back and forth a lot with helping both but not telling the other side.
Personal Style: With a Gothic Victorian fashion sense, she is looked at as a weird kid in school. Some call her a freak with her big dresses and the gloves on her hands. Others call her beautiful with the way she dresses if they are a history teacher. Either way, she dresses like one from the old ages.
Personality
Strongest personality traits:She's kind to all and even meek and mouse-like when it comes to speaking her opinion. However, with her small voice, she can reach the masses easily.
Weakest personality traits: A lot of the time, she isn't heard because of how low she speaks. she's also very timid and not brave at all when it comes to most things.
Needs of the character: Someone to speak loudly for her.
Ambitions:For peace among both races
Interests and hobbies:Victorian Era, Britain, Clothing making, reading, singing, playing the violin
Possessions this character values most:Her violin and her pet rat, Snow
What drives your character:Peace mainly drives her
How does your character handle conflict:She tries to make both sides see the greener, cleaner side of things. She isn't one to start anything.
What are your character's prejudices:She hates people who judge against others due to race or gender. She judges them very easily and calls them flawed.
How does your character feel about love:She's scared of it because she doesn't know who exactly who to trust.
About crime:Seeing that she is on both sides, she has no opinion about it.
What is your character's philosophy on life:Her philosophy is simple:What ever happens, happens. She tries not to change the course of life as best as she can.
History: Logan's early life wasn't important. she remembers her father drinking and her parents arguing, but it never bothered her. What really began her history was when she was 13 years old. Her mother was diagnosed with breast cancer and only had 6 months to live. Logan's grades began to fail and she began to look at life as 'what ever happens, happens' once her mother died. Once she died, she began to make her own clothing and dressing the way she does now.
She started getting teased in school and got in a few fist fights over the way she dressed. Her father did nothing and he seemed a lot different before. As the years passed, he got worse and eventually brought her to the Yeerk pool to become what he was when she was 16. In fear, she ran as far as she could. Eventually, she reached the construction site, collapsed, and fell asleep.
She woke up to people talking. Hidden behind a unfinished wall, she watched as people were trapping a rat. Angry and thinking about her pet rat at home, she Walked out from behind the wall. She began to yell but in the rush of emotions, she then collapsed again, crying and telling what had happened, although she knew that she sounded crazy. The Animorphs were wary. After all, they had just dealt with David. but the girl was believable. After all, who would exactly spill everything that easily while sobbing. She was given a choice: risk being taken over by a Yeerk or become one of them. She choose the supposed easier one.
Sample RP:
Alone. He enjoyed this feeling. No one bothering him. No one constantly acting questions. Yeah, he knew that he only had one other member, but he knew more were to come. There was always more to come. After all, Heartless were taking more hearts every day. He sat at his desk, leaning back in his white wheely chair with his feet on his desk. If someone didn't know him, they would say by this pose and the expression on his face that he was relaxed. He was happy. However, he was none of those things. He felt nothing. He could never feel anything. Hell, he didn't even truly exist. Nobodies did not really exist. They were the outcasts of the world. Heartless husks. He could never truly exist. Unless he had a heart.
You see, that was his plan. His master plan. To finish what the old Organization started. To complete Kingdom Hearts and to exist. But first, he would need to find the old Organization. He knew they were out there somewhere. He had heard rumors. He would also need to use the Keyblade Master for gathering hearts. But how. How could he do this without sparking too much interest in his plans? A wide grin appeared on his face and he fished a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He quickly lit one up and placed it in the corner of his mouth, taking in the toxic smoke. He closed his eyes, continuing to ponder upon what he should do with Sora.
How should he get his attention? How should he kick off this master plan? He sat there for a few moments. A few minutes. A half an hour until his cigarette has burned to ash on his cloak. Then, he got an idea. Maybe he should cause some chaos. Send in some Heartless and Nobodies. Destroy Sora's paradise. Get him to open up some worlds. It was perfect. He let out a cold chuckle and whispered, "Excellent..." And quickly, he stood up, wiped off the ash from his cloak, lit another cigarette, and walking out of the room to gather some Heartless and Nobodies.
You see, that was his plan. His master plan. To finish what the old Organization started. To complete Kingdom Hearts and to exist. But first, he would need to find the old Organization. He knew they were out there somewhere. He had heard rumors. He would also need to use the Keyblade Master for gathering hearts. But how. How could he do this without sparking too much interest in his plans? A wide grin appeared on his face and he fished a lighter and a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. He quickly lit one up and placed it in the corner of his mouth, taking in the toxic smoke. He closed his eyes, continuing to ponder upon what he should do with Sora.
How should he get his attention? How should he kick off this master plan? He sat there for a few moments. A few minutes. A half an hour until his cigarette has burned to ash on his cloak. Then, he got an idea. Maybe he should cause some chaos. Send in some Heartless and Nobodies. Destroy Sora's paradise. Get him to open up some worlds. It was perfect. He let out a cold chuckle and whispered, "Excellent..." And quickly, he stood up, wiped off the ash from his cloak, lit another cigarette, and walking out of the room to gather some Heartless and Nobodies.
Behind the Mask
Name:Seth/Erin
Age:17
Experience:9 years
Other Characters:None so far
