Post by four on May 20, 2009 19:04:39 GMT -7
Out Of Character
What would you liked to be called?:
Lu
Are you over the age of 13?:
Absolutely
Have you read and understood all the rules?:
YupIn Character
Name:
Liang Hei-Bao
Age:
20
Gender:
Male
Species:
Gifted
Special Power:
Refigure
Father:
Liang Hai-Fang (deceased)
Mother:
Liang Bing-Bing (deceased)
Sibling/s:
Liang Sui-Ruo (deceased)
Partner:
None
Appearance:
Like most people of his heritage, he’s not exactly very tall, only about 5’11” when he’s not slouching, something he does rather often. He’s a little on the dark side color-wise, more golden than pale beige, and tends to tan easily under the sun. His hair is naturally a grayish black, like it’s permanently covered in ash or soot, and he hasn’t gotten a haircut since he was 17 so needless to say, it’s gotten rather long. The longest strand tips just past his shoulder blades and the whole mass in general is just an unruly, windblown mess. He doesn’t bother to take care of his appearance – which is quite obvious in the way he acts and dresses – and doesn’t give a damn what others think of him. Liang’s hair’s not the only aspect of his physic that looks like it’s been through a hurricane. His clothes are often disheveled and wrinkled with random rips and tears that he was, and still is, too lazy to repair. The shoes on his feet are a pair he’s probably worn for the past two or three years without change, and it shows in the scuff marks and fading patterns on them. Not to say that he doesn’t take care of personal hygiene; he bathes regularly and all that, he just can’t be bothered enough to make himself into a presentable ‘gentleman’. Needless to say, no mother would want to see their daughter hanging around with him.
Being the laid-back and slightly cocky individual that he is, Liang’s always got a self-satisfied smirk on his face, a look that just screams ‘It was me! I was the on that ate the canary, not that cat!’. It’s a funny smile too, with only part of his mouth tilting upwards in a grin. The other half sometimes curves as well, but generally lies in a flat line, like he’s too much of a sloth to even attempt a full smile. He has dimples too, or rather one dimple that pops up whenever his mouth moves and gives him a cutesy look. His bangs are forever hanging in clumps in front of his dark purple eyes, making him look more and more like a big shaggy dog that you just can’t help but like, even if he doesn’t look the best.
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Personality:
Extremely easy-going and carefree, Liang could care less about the rest of the world. He takes things all in stride and goes with the flow; much like a river travels its banks without question. He doesn’t let anything get to him, not even some of the more personal jabs that come along from time to time. He’ll simply brush them off like nothing happened, but in reality, he’ll be the one to get the last laugh; he makes sure of that much. For this Chinese boy is also a prankster, the biggest one around. As good as life is for him, it wouldn’t be nearly half as entertaining if there weren’t someone around to stir up some raucous now and then to get people riled up. Jokes are his favorite pastimes, next to simply sitting around in the shade. Because of that retrospect, some will regard him as a troublemaker and a good for nothing. But like everything else, Liang simply grins at them in his lopsided manner and whistles as he walks away.
On the other hand, he’s also a terrible laze. Sloth is his worst, and maybe only real, sin. He’s like the actually animal, sleep as much as possible and do as little as possible, all day long. The one thing he truly hates is wasting energy. If something is worth the while and effort, then Liang will gladly comply and complete whatever is needed of him, but if not, then don’t expect this unruffled youth to get involved with any heavy-duty work. He’d much rather sit back and watch others struggle. This would also explain his appearance more, seeing as dressing proper is not exactly very high up there on his list of ‘must do’s’. Summer is his favorite season for the simple reason that it’s warm enough out that, if there’s shaded shelter, he can lie in the shadows and doze all day and night and not get bothered by a single living thing.
So what’s he got to offer on the battlefield? Surprisingly quite a lot. He may not act it, let alone look it, but Liang is very light and fast on his feet. His personality doesn’t change much when in a fight, just the way he moves around does. The customary slouch and slow, rolling gait are replaced by a stealthy crouch and slinking motion characteristic to someone used to skirting the shadows. As a Refigure, he’s able to generate any type of weapon from the elements around him – for him, it’s stone in particular – but he’s the offensive kind. So instead of swords and spears and whatnot, Liang specializes in creating defensive weaponry, ie shields, smaller easy to carry daggers, the likes. He prefers getting up close and personal to the enemy and taking them down at pointblank range, seeing as he is in constant need of glasses to see from far away. And one really can’t wear spectacles into a scuffle and expect them to stay on for long. Besides, even without them, he can see relatively well, just not more than 10 or so feet from his face.
Strengths:
- Humorous
- Easy-going
- A sort of sixth-sense
- Hand-to-hand combat
- Acting (not the same as lying)
Weaknesses:
- Animals
- Women and children
- Long-range
- Bad eyesight (needs glasses)
- Kind of a sloth
Mental Health:
Stable
Likes:
- Sleeping
- Doing nothing
- Joking around
- Pranks
- Singing
Dislikes:
- Drunks
- Alcohol
- Exercising
- Somberness
- His glasses
Past:
Liang’s parents had been married for more than 8 years before they finally conceived their first child. Unfortunately however, that child was Sui-Ruo, who happened to be a girl, and therefore, undesirable in the eyes of her father. As was a sort of unspoken rule in China, every family desired to have a son to pass down the family line, and since every family was only permitted one child to their name, daughters were often disposed of. Sui-Ruo would have gone to an adoption agency like most of the other unwanted female children, but the bus that her and her father had been taking crashed head-on into another bus, killing them both instantly. At this time, Liang’s mother was already pregnant with him and so had to raise him as a single-mom. And for a single-mom, she did a pretty good job.
Bing-Bing went out and got two more jobs on top of her part-time work in a local coffee shop to ensure that there would be at least enough money to go around to feed them both. Liang grew up in their three roomed apartment flat, usually left with a neighbor who would look after him when his mom was gone from home. Ever since one year of age, he was a lazy baby. Unlike the others his age, Liang was not one to get actively involved in anything requiring physical exertion, often shirking away from such things and curling up in his crib to sleep. His mother made sure that he went to school every day and got his full education up until his high-school graduation. Both his parents had been Refigures so it didn’t take long for the boy to take up his Gifted talents either. He was a fast learner, making up for his excess of inactivity in body with an excess of activity in his mind.
During his first year of college, Liang moved away from his homeland and began to travel the world, letting his feet take him where they wanted. He wrote to his mother constantly, keeping her up to date with his happenings so she wouldn’t worry. It’s something that he still does, even now, jotting down little notes for his mom even though she’s been dead for the past four years. The addressed envelopes never get sent anywhere. He stashes them in whatever little nook or cranny on his wanderings, leaving them there for anyone to find and read if they wanted. He’s very open about his life so it doesn’t bother him. Besides, it makes him feel a bit more secure to keep on writing those letters that their intended recipient will never see.
Now with the Gifted Clan, Liang has made his home. He’s surrounded by others who are like him, able to create and demolish weapons at will or possess others spiritually, etc. It’s an interesting environment for him and he finds it all an endless source of amusement, that and the obvious tension between the three species. He has no grudge against the Shifters or the Crawlers, but keeps out of their way simply because he doesn’t want to start off some major world-scale war like the one that happened centuries before his time.
Sample Post:
((Another pretty old one from a fantasy wolf-rpg.))
My tears flow till I think I can't reach them.
The anemone that withers, please don't forget,
It'll turn into a butterfly whose colour doesn't fade and return to you someday.
Sadness is erased, I want you to stay unchanged.
Another day, another chase; there was no end to the cycle now. Ever since they'd left that cat-boy, Aokei, and the rest of the strange lot behind, everything had reverted back to old times. One ran, the other always followed not long after. It was a well practiced routine that someone would have to break one day. But today was not to be that day, as she still could not find her twin. Well, to say she couldn't find her sister was a bit of a stretch: she knew Rema was hiding somewhere in this marble city, just not the exact location. Lu sighed; it was going to be yet another long 24 hours to pass.
The city was crowded - as was to be expected of a city - but she found it easier to move through so long as she stuck to the back and side-streets. Perhaps not the safest path to take, but it was the swiftest and most convenient. Besides, she wasn't concerned about anyone popping out and assaulting her; her self-defense was good enough to keep her relatively safe. Hell, she probably wouldn't even need that to keep would-be-attackers away, seeing as, usually, a glare could send some of the lesser-willed beings scurrying for shelter. Was her face that scary or something? As she pushed her way through the throng of people, Lu set about pondering this fact. Her sister had always told her if she didn't lighten up, one day, she'd end up with no one willing to approach her. Maybe the little nut-case was right for once...But hey, what was wrong with being alone? Nothing, absolutely nothing. Maybe some people just didn't like the company of others. Like herself. 'And yet you know that's a lie...' some little voice piped up in the back of her head. 'Being a single digit is a pain. Being lonely is a bitch though.'
So many lies, so much pain.
The ringing in my ears doesn't stop,
The sounds of a lonely night reside in silence.
Searching for Raison d'etre*.
In the blank sheet of humanity,
Carrying the most richly-coloured paint, I walk.
Since when did I stop feeling anything?
So many people, so many opportunities to hide and never be found. Rema was quite pleased with how things had turned out, and was - as her twin tried to track her down - weaving her way through the many shops in the streets. This Ebernum city really was a curious place. Settled smack-dab in the middle of a series of tall mountains, how did it get contact with the rest of the world? She'd had trouble just finding it in the middle of all the snow peaks. At first, she'd thought it was just another part of the landscape, and had it not been for the sunlight glinting off of the ivory walls, she would've passed on by without a second glance.
Rema, with her pale skin and vampire-like appearance, seemed to fit right in with the citizens. That was certainly a first, and she liked not being stared at like a freak for once. In all the past towns she'd stopped in, everyone had paused and gawked at her physic. Sure she didn't quite resemble a 'normal' human, but honestly, she still had the basic stuff right? One head, a body, a pair of arms and legs, a set of eyes, one nose and mouth, ears, etc. It was all there...at least last time she checked in a mirror they were. So unless she'd suddenly sprouted another head from her cranium or grown an extra eye on her forehead, she couldn't understand why other humans found her - and Lu for that matter - so strange. 'Hmph, just cuz our skin's not as dark as other people's...' she grumbled mentally. Here however, everyone looked different from everyone else, so no one paid her an extra thought. It was wonderful. And another plus was that Lu would have hell trying to find her. Humming cheerily, Rema set off to explore her new surroundings.