Post by Piebald on May 3, 2014 11:42:45 GMT
Character Name: Adrian Yager.
Nickname(s): None.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Strait.
Height/Weight: 6ft 2in, 173.3 lbs.
Hair Color: Black.
Description: Adrian, whilst his personality consists of such a point, appears secretive upon his appearance alone, with thick black hair that cloaks his face, however it does not rest below his chin. Forest green eyes trail into a lighter blue around their rims, and dip into a yellow tone around the pupil. Other than that, he maintains the averages of the face and body, other than being slightly taller than average with slightly longer legs.
Discipline: English.
Likes: Bringing his new stallion up to scratch after being abused by its former owner (in process of doing so at the current time), being on his own, positivity, attempting to comfort others he knows, rescuing formerly homeless or abused animals.
Dislikes: Misplaced overconfidence, aggressive personalities, abuse of animals (equines and canids in particular), people who believe the horses for aggression caused by owner's idiotic actions.
Personality: Secretive and particularly quiet by nature, Adrian often hides himself from the view of others, seeking company with other animals. As it was as he was a child, often being mocked by others, he found that they could understand him more than others, hence why he so often turns to them. A natural lust to assist others comes with a love of nursing formerly abused animals back to health, and overall, a quiet hero complex could be described, blocked out by silence.
History: Not required on form, may fill out later.
Rp Sample:Such a late an dreary evening, with the fog drifting and rain falling as fiery colourations of sunset blazed across skies above. The darkened silhouette of a humanoid paces forward through said fog, cloaking the terrain, the shadow moving across empty streets, eyeing surroundings carefully. Under the light of a dimmed street lamp, a figure could be seen, a man, no doubt, with casual wear; ripped jeans and a black jacket over a white shirt. And with adjusting himself into a light lean beside a red bricked wall, his attention turns to the sound of shouting, and loud wickets of distress. Turning his eyes, and thus his face in said direction, the human shifted himself forward towards it, and eventually eyeing the scene. At the entrance to a ranch recently out if business, two busty men were tying to usher a large, heavily set mustang into the back of a small trailer, barely able to shove the stallion forward. And although it was hard to admit, yet another distressed cry from the stallion caused his heart to jump into his throat, added to the simple sight of the state the mustang was in. With protruding ribs and open wounds bleeding down its coat in heavy rain, and pain was evident in its movements. Action was required, and whatever emotive it was that drove him forward, he complied with it, moving towards them, shoving one into the dirt. That was what he deserved. Adrian watched as that humanoid fell onto the spake terrain, and watched with amusement as the male scampered off, calling the other in realisation that Adrian had already dialled the police, the man huffing as the vehicle drove off swiftly. Now turning his attention to the panicked stallion, he reaches out, keeping his actions slow and steady, gently gripping the end of its soaked lead rope. And while the mustang did make a few desperate bites to escape, which he managed to evade by edging his arm out of the way, Adrian kept his grip light, yet firm enough to hold the spooked equine. And in that odd moment, the stallion had paused, gazing over uncertainly at him, and in its eye he thought for a second be saw it pleading to him. When Adrian looked at him, he saw himself as a child. The horse was just as frightened as he used to be.
Nickname(s): None.
Age: 23.
Gender: Male.
Sexuality: Strait.
Height/Weight: 6ft 2in, 173.3 lbs.
Hair Color: Black.
Description: Adrian, whilst his personality consists of such a point, appears secretive upon his appearance alone, with thick black hair that cloaks his face, however it does not rest below his chin. Forest green eyes trail into a lighter blue around their rims, and dip into a yellow tone around the pupil. Other than that, he maintains the averages of the face and body, other than being slightly taller than average with slightly longer legs.
Discipline: English.
Likes: Bringing his new stallion up to scratch after being abused by its former owner (in process of doing so at the current time), being on his own, positivity, attempting to comfort others he knows, rescuing formerly homeless or abused animals.
Dislikes: Misplaced overconfidence, aggressive personalities, abuse of animals (equines and canids in particular), people who believe the horses for aggression caused by owner's idiotic actions.
Personality: Secretive and particularly quiet by nature, Adrian often hides himself from the view of others, seeking company with other animals. As it was as he was a child, often being mocked by others, he found that they could understand him more than others, hence why he so often turns to them. A natural lust to assist others comes with a love of nursing formerly abused animals back to health, and overall, a quiet hero complex could be described, blocked out by silence.
History: Not required on form, may fill out later.
Rp Sample:Such a late an dreary evening, with the fog drifting and rain falling as fiery colourations of sunset blazed across skies above. The darkened silhouette of a humanoid paces forward through said fog, cloaking the terrain, the shadow moving across empty streets, eyeing surroundings carefully. Under the light of a dimmed street lamp, a figure could be seen, a man, no doubt, with casual wear; ripped jeans and a black jacket over a white shirt. And with adjusting himself into a light lean beside a red bricked wall, his attention turns to the sound of shouting, and loud wickets of distress. Turning his eyes, and thus his face in said direction, the human shifted himself forward towards it, and eventually eyeing the scene. At the entrance to a ranch recently out if business, two busty men were tying to usher a large, heavily set mustang into the back of a small trailer, barely able to shove the stallion forward. And although it was hard to admit, yet another distressed cry from the stallion caused his heart to jump into his throat, added to the simple sight of the state the mustang was in. With protruding ribs and open wounds bleeding down its coat in heavy rain, and pain was evident in its movements. Action was required, and whatever emotive it was that drove him forward, he complied with it, moving towards them, shoving one into the dirt. That was what he deserved. Adrian watched as that humanoid fell onto the spake terrain, and watched with amusement as the male scampered off, calling the other in realisation that Adrian had already dialled the police, the man huffing as the vehicle drove off swiftly. Now turning his attention to the panicked stallion, he reaches out, keeping his actions slow and steady, gently gripping the end of its soaked lead rope. And while the mustang did make a few desperate bites to escape, which he managed to evade by edging his arm out of the way, Adrian kept his grip light, yet firm enough to hold the spooked equine. And in that odd moment, the stallion had paused, gazing over uncertainly at him, and in its eye he thought for a second be saw it pleading to him. When Adrian looked at him, he saw himself as a child. The horse was just as frightened as he used to be.
