Post by Cole Valentine on Apr 13, 2013 22:54:19 GMT -5
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"Just not enough care in the world right now."
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NAME:. Cole Burnett Valentine.
NICKNAMES:. None.
SPECIES:. Fire-divine hybrid.
GENDER:. Male.
AGE:. Actual: 153 Appears: 18
OCUPATION:. None.
BIRTHDAY:. May 15th.
ORIENTATION:. Bisexual.
MARITAL STATUS:. Single.
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.:appearance:.
BUILD:. Thin with lean muscles. Light to average skin tone; fair.
HAIR COLOR:. Light blonde.
EYE COLOR:. Light blue, steely grey.
HEIGHT:. 6'0''
WEIGHT:. 160 pounds.
PLAY-BY:. NA
MARKS:. His left ear and belly button are both pierced, but they don't always have a ring in them.
.:personality:.
[li] The night sky
[/li][li] A comfy bed
[/li][li] A comfy chair
[/li][li] A comfy couch
[/li][li] A lake
[/li][li] Islands
[/li][li] Rain
[/li][li] Hamburgers
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[li] Dr. Pepper
[/li][li] Cherry Coke
[/li][li] Anything similar to Coke Zero
[/li][li] Flavored Water
[/li][li] Cherries in general
[/li][li] Bright sunlight
[/li][li] Crowds
[/li][li] Strangers
[/li][li] Ferrets
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[li] The ability to sneak or be quiet
[/li][li] Intelligence
[/li][li] Eavesdropping
[/li][li] Not butting into problems that aren't his
[/li][li] Staying in one place for longs amounts of time
[/li][li] Being apathetic
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[li] Hamburgers
[/li][li] Time
[/li][li] Emotions
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[li] Emotions: He fears that one day his emotions will rage out of control, and with them, his ability to control fire.
[/li][li] Weight: He fears putting on weight. Can divines get weight problems? Can he get so fat that he won't be able to fly? Is diabetes a thing he should worry about? Sure, it can't kill him, but can it make him loose a limb?
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[li] Secretly, he's not always apathetic.
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.:PAST:.
MOTHER:.
FATHER:. Victor Valentine, 314, Divine
SIBLING(S):. None
OTHER:. None
PET(S):. Spike, Male, Pomeranian-Husky mix
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HISTORY:.
Cole was born 153 years ago to his fire elemental mother and his divine father. His mother was not fortunate enough to see her baby boy, and Cole was not fortunate enough to see her. He grew up with only pictures and stories of her told to him by his father, Victor. Victor was not a bad father, but he had a strict way of doing things. Every morning at seven, Cole was woken up by his father and given breakfast. At eight, he took a bath (or a shower, as he got older), and was to be out of the tub by 8:30, with no extra playtime, and brush his teeth. Next, he was sent into the family library to read a book already chosen by his father the day before on a beneficial topic until ten. At ten, he was given a fruit or a vegetable as a snack and sent outside to play. (Usually that meant swinging on a swing set or biking around the house.) That would continue until 11:30, when Cole was summoned once more into the house and fed lunch. At 12:30, Cole was to go back to the family library to continue the book from earlier until he finished it. If he finished it early, he could have free time to play in his room. If not, six o'clock would roll around and Cole would be fed dinner. At seven, Cole would take another bath, dry his hair, brush hair and teeth, and go to bed so he would be well rested for the next day. Cole quickly settled into routine, and with all his choices being made for him, quickly learned not to care so his feelings wouldn't be hurt if what he wanted wasn't an option. By the time he grew into his wings, Cole never smiled. Victor was a bit confused why the joy of flight didn't make his boy grin, but when Cole replied that flying just didn't make him feel like smiling, Victor didn't press the matter. As Cole began to grow into his fire manipulating ability, he did so calmly and by taking his time, typically after he had finished his afternoon book. At about 25 years, (though Cole still appeared 18), he moved out on his own, still generally keeping to the same schedule, but mostly out of habit. As time passed, the habit dwindled to a memory, and after more than 100 years passed, Cole adopted a dog. Not knowing what to name it, he watched a bit of this new invention of "television" and learned that "Spike" was a proper dog name. Now Cole spends his time with Spike or simple taking time out of the day for himself.
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YOUR NAME:. Silver
EXPERIENCE:. Over 2 years now
CHARACTERS:. As of right now, just Cole
RP SAMPLE:.
Max, Seth, and Chris on one team. Zach on another. Devin and Rebecca on the last. Max, Seth, and Chris, because they were the strongest of the gang, would remove the adults as quickly and quietly. Ever since Max had planned to redo the dance his way, he'd gotten several things together. One, disposable rags. Two, chloroform. And three, a tuxedo to blend in with the crowd. Everyone in the gang wore tuxes, except Rebecca in her fluffed out pink skirt. Seth had almost gone in a dress, except that would make moving the unconscious adults difficult. Zach's job was to spike the punch. Pete would've been with him, except Pete couldn't be controlled. Rebecca would accompany Devin with the music, for she would be the DJ, and Devin had his own rag and chloroform for the man behind the music station...
It was easily accomplished before anyone had really arrived to the dance. After all, the teachers had stayed after school to be there on time and were easily picked off as they entered the gym. Rebecca was fixing everything to her tastes, (i.e. the song list), with Devin still at her side. Zach just looked bored, leaning by the wall by the snack table, and now that Seth and Chris had done their jobs, they were discussing the newest video game craze and whether it was utter crap or actually decent. People began to arrive and Rebecca played the first song, the Shake Señora Remix. It was bound to get some people dancing.
Max contented himself to plucking a bit of brownie from a tray and eating it. Surely all would go well. And surely Osirus would be there before long.
It was easily accomplished before anyone had really arrived to the dance. After all, the teachers had stayed after school to be there on time and were easily picked off as they entered the gym. Rebecca was fixing everything to her tastes, (i.e. the song list), with Devin still at her side. Zach just looked bored, leaning by the wall by the snack table, and now that Seth and Chris had done their jobs, they were discussing the newest video game craze and whether it was utter crap or actually decent. People began to arrive and Rebecca played the first song, the Shake Señora Remix. It was bound to get some people dancing.
Max contented himself to plucking a bit of brownie from a tray and eating it. Surely all would go well. And surely Osirus would be there before long.
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