Post by Cheshire Cat on Dec 25, 2009 19:37:27 GMT -5
go ask alice when she's, ten feet tall
thecheshirecat
bonjour, my name is ian. i've got 16
tracks spinning on my record. i've got serious skill 'cause i've been roleplaying for 6 and i live in the eastern timezone.
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go ask alice, i think she'll know
name , Cheshire Cat
nicknames , cheshie
age & date of birth , 20, August 6th
gender , male
sexual orientation , heterosexual
race , wonderlandian
played by , Cillian Murphy
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when logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead
height , 6 ft 1 inch
weight , 198 lbs
tattoos and piercings , none
distinguishing features , His hair is multiple shades of purple, falling to just past his ears shaggily. His eyes are a golden yellow, and tend to glow in the dark. Instead of melting away, his tail stays with him in his human form, which he's found incredibly useful.
physical flaws , His cheeks are slightly sunken, giving him a bit of a gaunt look.
personal style , Cargo pants are a usual choice, for they're easy to move around in, along with button up shirts and jean jackets, generally in black and purple, as they're two of his favorite colors.
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and the white knight is talking backwards
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overall personality ,
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and the red queen's "off with her head"
hometown , Wonderland
father , Arnie Cat - Professional Body Builder - 52
mother , Mitsy Cat - House Wife - 50
siblings , Since cats generally have more than one in a litter, he has many.
pets , Having been an animal himself, he doesn't keep pets.
history ,
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remember what the dormouse said
[/size]roleplay sample ,
Her violin lay there, just begging for her to play it. The surface gleamed, reflecting back a shimmery, blurry version of herself. Despite having played it for such a long time that morning, she was itching to play again. Admete's eyes moved then to the plain black box sitting beside it. She pulled the top off, biting her lip as she gazed lovingly on her beautiful black whip. It hadn't been used since she'd practiced with Saharia, and there it lay, begging to be taken up. The weapon's hilt fit perfectly in her hand. She could feel it now, the slight, dragging weight it had, the way it pulled as she snapped it.
The decision wasn't hard to make. Her nerves were tense, though she couldn't for the life of her tell why. The whip was carefully pulled out of the box and unwound. For a moment, the demi-god merely stood there, enjoying the feel of it in her palm, enjoying the slight, though ever present scent of the black leather, watching the way the light glinted of the thorns of celestial bronze. It only lasted a moment though, before she found a place in the arena where she could practice uninterrupted. Addy stilled once more, this time to ready herself.
And then she was moving, arm coming back and forward again, whip cracking, wrapping around the dummies. She'd drag them closer with one hard tug, and as they came flying, kick them away with the hard heel of the boots she wore. Other times the whip would snap against the dummy, cracking it, or even destroying it after a couple hits. Altogether, she was a fearsome sight, whip cracking, hair flying about her face wildly, eyes set. Addy fell into a rhythem, crack, drag, kick, snap, break, and soon all else fell away, so there was only her, her whip, and her enemies.
The decision wasn't hard to make. Her nerves were tense, though she couldn't for the life of her tell why. The whip was carefully pulled out of the box and unwound. For a moment, the demi-god merely stood there, enjoying the feel of it in her palm, enjoying the slight, though ever present scent of the black leather, watching the way the light glinted of the thorns of celestial bronze. It only lasted a moment though, before she found a place in the arena where she could practice uninterrupted. Addy stilled once more, this time to ready herself.
And then she was moving, arm coming back and forward again, whip cracking, wrapping around the dummies. She'd drag them closer with one hard tug, and as they came flying, kick them away with the hard heel of the boots she wore. Other times the whip would snap against the dummy, cracking it, or even destroying it after a couple hits. Altogether, she was a fearsome sight, whip cracking, hair flying about her face wildly, eyes set. Addy fell into a rhythem, crack, drag, kick, snap, break, and soon all else fell away, so there was only her, her whip, and her enemies.
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KEEP YOUR HEAD
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mmkay. so this application hurr was made by AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? of caution. steal it or take off this credit, and i shall hunt you down and eat your insides! lyrics credit to jefferson airplane.