Post by Rain on May 12, 2010 0:04:46 GMT -5
Name;; Searus D'montillado -> First name is pronounced like Sar-ust; Only called Sirius by a few select friends
Parent's name;; Hestia and Marion D'montillado
Gender;; Male
Age;; 13
Determined?;; Yes
Power?;; Ability to create fire faintly and control it a bit.
Appearance;;
Small, skinny, lanky; Looking like every other scrawny yankie that stumbles though the camp's doors these days, really not hard to blend into the pack.
Skunk-like colored hair;
Black on top, slowly grays out in the middle, white at the end.
Fiery, amber lights.
Personality;;
A slick little snake in the grass, m'dear Searus is.
A quiet, laid-back young boy.
Often always at the back of the group, never really voicing his opinion.
Rather dark in personality it would seem.
He seeks mystery per say.
With an always present brooding air across his face.
Often called a shadow of the fire, always skirting about others, never letting some touch is weird little inflamed heart.
History;;
He's one of those boys that always would seem to have been forgotten, and unwanted; And that he was it would seem.
He chooses not to have a history. Doesn't speak of it one bit to any one at that, not even Chiron or Mr.D, nor friends.
Only what is known of him that he stumbled into camp one day, half-dxad with a bunch of monsters on his trail.
Roleplay Sample;;
Not needed.
Comments/Other;;
None
Parent's name;; Hestia and Marion D'montillado
Gender;; Male
Age;; 13
Determined?;; Yes
Power?;; Ability to create fire faintly and control it a bit.
Appearance;;
Small, skinny, lanky; Looking like every other scrawny yankie that stumbles though the camp's doors these days, really not hard to blend into the pack.
Skunk-like colored hair;
Black on top, slowly grays out in the middle, white at the end.
Fiery, amber lights.
Personality;;
A slick little snake in the grass, m'dear Searus is.
A quiet, laid-back young boy.
Often always at the back of the group, never really voicing his opinion.
Rather dark in personality it would seem.
He seeks mystery per say.
With an always present brooding air across his face.
Often called a shadow of the fire, always skirting about others, never letting some touch is weird little inflamed heart.
History;;
He's one of those boys that always would seem to have been forgotten, and unwanted; And that he was it would seem.
He chooses not to have a history. Doesn't speak of it one bit to any one at that, not even Chiron or Mr.D, nor friends.
Only what is known of him that he stumbled into camp one day, half-dxad with a bunch of monsters on his trail.
Roleplay Sample;;
Not needed.
Comments/Other;;
None
