Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 1, 2007 19:47:45 GMT -5
OOC Information
Name: xanicans fine or syron
Age: 16
Gender:Male
Contact Info:Curtissfields@yahoo.com
Experience: I have been role playing for 2 years. I wouldnt consider my self a expert but I'm ok.
Character Information
Name: Syron Black cross *Aka* Black savior
Age: 17
Gender:Male
Blood Type: O negative
Birthday: Oct 20 1990
Sexual Preferences: Straight
Appearance
Syron has sandstorm blonde hair. He has dark blue eyes and is fairly intemidating. He wears pure black and normally wears a set of black gloves that he used to load with spikes. Since he was administered however he does not. He is rather muscular and doesn't like to be over weighed by clothes.
Height:
5,10
Weight:
152lbs
Hair Color:
Sandstorm blond
Hair Style:
Slightly spiky medium length.
Eye Color:
blue
Complexion:
Light tan
Body Type:
Medium/ slightly muscular
Piercing:
in his left ear
Tattoos:
Dragon tattoo all over his back. Yakuza family tatoo on his left arm. Black tear running down his eye
Picture:
Personality
Normally he is cold and cool, The type to kill someone else for 3 or 4 words he doesn't like used in the same sentence. Syron Is very aggressive and loves to fight.
Describe Yourself in Four Words:
Aggresive, Cold, Dark, Alone
Turn-ons:
A girl who can stand up for herself, And isn't a prep.A girl who is a individual and will always stand beside him, In the darkness of his life.
Turn-offs:
A girl who is a prep, Girls who are full of themself. Bitchy girls.
Bad Habits:
Tends to fight excessivly
Summary of Your Personality:
Syron is a very dark person. who considers the world to be a place in which he is alone, The world to him is a cold thing just like him. And one must be cold to survive. One must fight or become prey. One must be able to destroy any obsticles in their way. He is a punk kid who is very loyal and very destructive. He has been in many gangs, and seems to not even rely on them, let alone anyone
Asylum Information
Patient Number: 10632
Occupation: Patient
Admitted By: Federal Governement.
Mental Disorder(s):
Adhd(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adhd), Clinical depression( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_depression), Anger problems
Position: Patient
History:
Syron was born in the new york slums. His parents had abandoned him at the age of 8, Along with his 6 year old sister.
Syron stole everything h e needed to live off of to suport his sister and himself. However at the age of 12 he got a new job one he was rather good at. Street fighting.
Syron lived with his sister until she died of amonia. The streets were cold to him and no one showed the
children pity. There was nothing he could do to save her, After her death Syron kind of lost control on reality and he spiraled into a deep depression. He began to hate everyone, and fear nothing. Syron joined a street gang and he and that gain dominated the streets of new york.
Syron was caught by the state police one day when he was making a drug run, He went before the judge in a court that was massive. The judge gave syron 2 options. 1. A mental institution or 2. Prison. Syron took the mental institution rather then end up like the rest of his friends. He was then placed in moonstruck institution.
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Roleplaying Sample:
Syron walked down the halls of the assylem. 2 guards escorted him. Syron did not wear anything to stop him from killing them yet there was no need for violence at this time. He was not angry and this place was much better then prison.
Syron stopped for a second both guards put their hands on their tasers. Syron smiled.
"Im not going to kill you... Not just yet."
He said coldly smileing almost like he was in a demonic trance.
"Honestly... I hate this job kids like this give me the creeps."
The man said outloud.
Syron smirked and started walking again. He loved to take walks... After all, their was very little entertainment here. He couldnt do what he used to. He couldnt fight, do drugs or have sex. He hated it.
one of the guards put their hand on syrons sholder. Syron turned and broke th e mans arm.
"Dont touch me..."
Syron said darkly.
A alarm sounded and men started running towards syron. Syron smiled, this was what he lived for.
Syron pulled a plastic fork out that he had been using. He took it and jabbed it in a guys eye, instantly blinding him.
The guy turned and hit syron with a taser but syron just laughed insainly. Suddenly they all started tasering syron. Syron reached over and grabbed one of them and sent the shock into him as well.
Syron fell backwards against the tiled floor, As usual he wore no shirt, and blood marks were on his chest now.
He closed his eyes.
"Thats one fucked up kid."
Name: xanicans fine or syron
Age: 16
Gender:Male
Contact Info:Curtissfields@yahoo.com
Experience: I have been role playing for 2 years. I wouldnt consider my self a expert but I'm ok.
Character Information
Name: Syron Black cross *Aka* Black savior
Age: 17
Gender:Male
Blood Type: O negative
Birthday: Oct 20 1990
Sexual Preferences: Straight
Appearance
Syron has sandstorm blonde hair. He has dark blue eyes and is fairly intemidating. He wears pure black and normally wears a set of black gloves that he used to load with spikes. Since he was administered however he does not. He is rather muscular and doesn't like to be over weighed by clothes.
Height:
5,10
Weight:
152lbs
Hair Color:
Sandstorm blond
Hair Style:
Slightly spiky medium length.
Eye Color:
blue
Complexion:
Light tan
Body Type:
Medium/ slightly muscular
Piercing:
in his left ear
Tattoos:
Dragon tattoo all over his back. Yakuza family tatoo on his left arm. Black tear running down his eye
Picture:
Personality
Normally he is cold and cool, The type to kill someone else for 3 or 4 words he doesn't like used in the same sentence. Syron Is very aggressive and loves to fight.
Describe Yourself in Four Words:
Aggresive, Cold, Dark, Alone
Turn-ons:
A girl who can stand up for herself, And isn't a prep.A girl who is a individual and will always stand beside him, In the darkness of his life.
Turn-offs:
A girl who is a prep, Girls who are full of themself. Bitchy girls.
Bad Habits:
Tends to fight excessivly
Summary of Your Personality:
Syron is a very dark person. who considers the world to be a place in which he is alone, The world to him is a cold thing just like him. And one must be cold to survive. One must fight or become prey. One must be able to destroy any obsticles in their way. He is a punk kid who is very loyal and very destructive. He has been in many gangs, and seems to not even rely on them, let alone anyone
Asylum Information
Patient Number: 10632
Occupation: Patient
Admitted By: Federal Governement.
Mental Disorder(s):
Adhd(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adhd), Clinical depression( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_depression), Anger problems
Position: Patient
History:
Syron was born in the new york slums. His parents had abandoned him at the age of 8, Along with his 6 year old sister.
Syron stole everything h e needed to live off of to suport his sister and himself. However at the age of 12 he got a new job one he was rather good at. Street fighting.
Syron lived with his sister until she died of amonia. The streets were cold to him and no one showed the
children pity. There was nothing he could do to save her, After her death Syron kind of lost control on reality and he spiraled into a deep depression. He began to hate everyone, and fear nothing. Syron joined a street gang and he and that gain dominated the streets of new york.
Syron was caught by the state police one day when he was making a drug run, He went before the judge in a court that was massive. The judge gave syron 2 options. 1. A mental institution or 2. Prison. Syron took the mental institution rather then end up like the rest of his friends. He was then placed in moonstruck institution.
//End File
Roleplaying Sample:
Syron walked down the halls of the assylem. 2 guards escorted him. Syron did not wear anything to stop him from killing them yet there was no need for violence at this time. He was not angry and this place was much better then prison.
Syron stopped for a second both guards put their hands on their tasers. Syron smiled.
"Im not going to kill you... Not just yet."
He said coldly smileing almost like he was in a demonic trance.
"Honestly... I hate this job kids like this give me the creeps."
The man said outloud.
Syron smirked and started walking again. He loved to take walks... After all, their was very little entertainment here. He couldnt do what he used to. He couldnt fight, do drugs or have sex. He hated it.
one of the guards put their hand on syrons sholder. Syron turned and broke th e mans arm.
"Dont touch me..."
Syron said darkly.
A alarm sounded and men started running towards syron. Syron smiled, this was what he lived for.
Syron pulled a plastic fork out that he had been using. He took it and jabbed it in a guys eye, instantly blinding him.
The guy turned and hit syron with a taser but syron just laughed insainly. Suddenly they all started tasering syron. Syron reached over and grabbed one of them and sent the shock into him as well.
Syron fell backwards against the tiled floor, As usual he wore no shirt, and blood marks were on his chest now.
He closed his eyes.
"Thats one fucked up kid."
