Post by Squall on Nov 12, 2005 15:27:58 GMT -5
Full Name: Squall Leonhart
Race: Human
Age: 17
Personality: Squall comes off as a cold, distant person who doesn't care for anyone but himself, but it's really not true. He's has issues with getting close to people because he's constantly afraid that they'll leave, as a result of something that happened as a kid.
He's been working on becoming more social, but he's still not very good at it. Squall gets uncomfortable easily, especially when he's in an akward situation and usually just shuts up so he won't embarrass himself.
History(a paragraph): Squall grew up in the city of Bevelle in a small orphanage. His father, Laguna Loire, was away during Squall's birth and by the time he had gotten back, Squall's mother had died and Squall himself had been shipped off to an orphanage. He stayed there until he was old enough to fend for himself, and left to go explore.
Family: Laguna Loire - father
Looks(a paragraph and picture): Squall has messy chocolate colored hair that makes him look like he just rolled out of bed. It's constantly in his face, no matter what he does to it. He's relatively pale, with a large scar running between a pair of steel gray eyes. The scar was a souvenir he received at the orphanage during a fight. He's only about 5'8", but he looks lanky despite the fact that he's not very tall.
Strengths: Physical and basic magic attacks. That gunblade of his is heavy, so he's gotta be strong to carry it around.
Weakness: He bottles his emotions up so much that when he finally gets to his breaking point, he usually snaps.
Sample RP(at least two and 1/2 paragraph): Squall was waiting for the shoopuff to disembark, his dark brown hair once again falling into his eyes. In all honesty, he prefered it that way. People were giving him odd looks because of his scar and clothes. He was used to it, but he still liked to avoid being stared at.
He sighed quietly as he sat down, checking over his gunblade in a cautious way. It'd be just his luck if the thing broke and he encountered a few fiends once he got to the otherside of the Moonflow. As he did his routine checkup, he heard a loud, shrill scream. Squall looked up, tensing when he spotted a fiend approaching a couple, the thing growling as it lunged at it's prey.
Just as it appeared the couple was doomed, a large weapon cut the thing in half. Squall stood with his gunblade in his hands, ignoring the surprised yet grateful look the pair was giving him. "Whatever." He muttered, more to himself then anyone, and before they could say a word he'd wandered back to where he was sitting.
You are the only person who really follows my rules, I don't want to be mean so I usually add things to people's history so I don't have to decline them. APPROVED!
Race: Human
Age: 17
Personality: Squall comes off as a cold, distant person who doesn't care for anyone but himself, but it's really not true. He's has issues with getting close to people because he's constantly afraid that they'll leave, as a result of something that happened as a kid.
He's been working on becoming more social, but he's still not very good at it. Squall gets uncomfortable easily, especially when he's in an akward situation and usually just shuts up so he won't embarrass himself.
History(a paragraph): Squall grew up in the city of Bevelle in a small orphanage. His father, Laguna Loire, was away during Squall's birth and by the time he had gotten back, Squall's mother had died and Squall himself had been shipped off to an orphanage. He stayed there until he was old enough to fend for himself, and left to go explore.
Family: Laguna Loire - father
Looks(a paragraph and picture): Squall has messy chocolate colored hair that makes him look like he just rolled out of bed. It's constantly in his face, no matter what he does to it. He's relatively pale, with a large scar running between a pair of steel gray eyes. The scar was a souvenir he received at the orphanage during a fight. He's only about 5'8", but he looks lanky despite the fact that he's not very tall.
Strengths: Physical and basic magic attacks. That gunblade of his is heavy, so he's gotta be strong to carry it around.
Weakness: He bottles his emotions up so much that when he finally gets to his breaking point, he usually snaps.
Sample RP(at least two and 1/2 paragraph): Squall was waiting for the shoopuff to disembark, his dark brown hair once again falling into his eyes. In all honesty, he prefered it that way. People were giving him odd looks because of his scar and clothes. He was used to it, but he still liked to avoid being stared at.
He sighed quietly as he sat down, checking over his gunblade in a cautious way. It'd be just his luck if the thing broke and he encountered a few fiends once he got to the otherside of the Moonflow. As he did his routine checkup, he heard a loud, shrill scream. Squall looked up, tensing when he spotted a fiend approaching a couple, the thing growling as it lunged at it's prey.
Just as it appeared the couple was doomed, a large weapon cut the thing in half. Squall stood with his gunblade in his hands, ignoring the surprised yet grateful look the pair was giving him. "Whatever." He muttered, more to himself then anyone, and before they could say a word he'd wandered back to where he was sitting.
You are the only person who really follows my rules, I don't want to be mean so I usually add things to people's history so I don't have to decline them. APPROVED!