Post by Envilas on Feb 11, 2008 17:49:17 GMT -5
Full Name: Envilas Grayhorn
Nicknames: Envi
Level: Gifted?
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Nygis
Picture/Celebrity: Emile Hirsch
Job: Bartender of the Wicked
Status: Single
Physical Description: Standing about five foot six inches, Envi ain't the biggest Nygis ever, but he is still a tough cookie. Because of his unique views though, his clothing options tend to go outside the boundaries of most civilizations. Tending to wear clashing colors and clothing, he prefers to stand out rather than blend in. He has short brown hair that normally does whatever it pleases. Having green eyes tends to make one stand out, specially when they are a brilliant green that can shine through any darkness. Luckily, no one ever wants to remember him after the first meeting.
Traits
Complications- Dead Broke (Minor)- Envi tends to randomly give out credits to those he thinks he owes; Leaky Brainpan (Major)- Sanity is not his best subject in life; Hooked- Alcohol (Major)- Drinking is something his FAVORITE hobby; Branded (Major)- Many people who heard about him, haven't heard anything good; & Credo (Major)- He doesn't fight, unless he's drunk or at least has alcohol in his free hand.[/ul]
Skills
Personality: Envi is a nutter. Many would never be able to hang out with him for more than a few minutes, some a little bit more. His unique position on life makes others see him as completely insane, which he is, but he'll never say it. Because of he is a Nygis, he has a problem with wanting to fight anything moving, but he expresses his fighting through excessive drinking. Outbursts of random none-sense tends to come often for Envi, he also has a tendency to shoot people who he thinks doesn't deserve to live or a drink. Beyond that, Envi tends to be a rather nice person that uses odd words and interesting phrases. Those that know him, also know he tends to make up words to fit the situation, or the person. And oddly enough, Envi will never resort to violence...when he's sober. Even if every bone in his Nygis body wants to tear the person limb from limb and beat him up with them, he won't do it until he is drunk or at least has a bottle to get himself drunk with!
History: Born and raised in Hell, Envi's family was not the richest, nor the very best at anything. They were surviving on the very fringes of life itself. Course, when a baby comes into the picture, everything becomes that much more harder to get, 'specially since more is needed now. Instead of raising him on their own, they gave Envi up, put him in the orphanage where he stayed. At the ripe age of 10, the nuns began to notice that Envi was not like everyone else, in fact, he was insane. The simple way he beat up the little kids showed them he was in fact a Nygis too.
However, several days after they found all this out, he was found missing. Having walked out at night, Envi was taken up into a family that owned a ship called the Black Deliliah. From here, he was trained along side their children. He came to think of them as his family for the longest time. Taking the training well, he than took up another habit...drinking. Before his 12th birthday, he found the alcohol soothing for his ragging beast within. The captain couldn't stop him from doing it either, least not without Envi throwing a fit and grabbing anything he can to use as a weapon. Letting him drink, Envi quickly became an alcoholic before his next birthday.
His life on the Black Deliliah came to an end though, when he went with Cain and the Deliliah was seemingly taken. Envi didn't understand what was going on, but figured it wasn't his business anymore. Sticking along side Cain, Envi does what he does best...drink and fight.
Sample Post:
Your name: Envi
Your age: 21
Contact information: Pm is fine
Can you post at least twice a week?: Yes
How did you find us?: Proboards[/color]
Nicknames: Envi
Level: Gifted?
Age: 21
Sex: Male
Race: Nygis
Picture/Celebrity: Emile Hirsch
Job: Bartender of the Wicked
Status: Single
Physical Description: Standing about five foot six inches, Envi ain't the biggest Nygis ever, but he is still a tough cookie. Because of his unique views though, his clothing options tend to go outside the boundaries of most civilizations. Tending to wear clashing colors and clothing, he prefers to stand out rather than blend in. He has short brown hair that normally does whatever it pleases. Having green eyes tends to make one stand out, specially when they are a brilliant green that can shine through any darkness. Luckily, no one ever wants to remember him after the first meeting.
Traits
Complications- Dead Broke (Minor)- Envi tends to randomly give out credits to those he thinks he owes; Leaky Brainpan (Major)- Sanity is not his best subject in life; Hooked- Alcohol (Major)- Drinking is something his FAVORITE hobby; Branded (Major)- Many people who heard about him, haven't heard anything good; & Credo (Major)- He doesn't fight, unless he's drunk or at least has alcohol in his free hand.[/ul]
Skills
Personality: Envi is a nutter. Many would never be able to hang out with him for more than a few minutes, some a little bit more. His unique position on life makes others see him as completely insane, which he is, but he'll never say it. Because of he is a Nygis, he has a problem with wanting to fight anything moving, but he expresses his fighting through excessive drinking. Outbursts of random none-sense tends to come often for Envi, he also has a tendency to shoot people who he thinks doesn't deserve to live or a drink. Beyond that, Envi tends to be a rather nice person that uses odd words and interesting phrases. Those that know him, also know he tends to make up words to fit the situation, or the person. And oddly enough, Envi will never resort to violence...when he's sober. Even if every bone in his Nygis body wants to tear the person limb from limb and beat him up with them, he won't do it until he is drunk or at least has a bottle to get himself drunk with!
History: Born and raised in Hell, Envi's family was not the richest, nor the very best at anything. They were surviving on the very fringes of life itself. Course, when a baby comes into the picture, everything becomes that much more harder to get, 'specially since more is needed now. Instead of raising him on their own, they gave Envi up, put him in the orphanage where he stayed. At the ripe age of 10, the nuns began to notice that Envi was not like everyone else, in fact, he was insane. The simple way he beat up the little kids showed them he was in fact a Nygis too.
However, several days after they found all this out, he was found missing. Having walked out at night, Envi was taken up into a family that owned a ship called the Black Deliliah. From here, he was trained along side their children. He came to think of them as his family for the longest time. Taking the training well, he than took up another habit...drinking. Before his 12th birthday, he found the alcohol soothing for his ragging beast within. The captain couldn't stop him from doing it either, least not without Envi throwing a fit and grabbing anything he can to use as a weapon. Letting him drink, Envi quickly became an alcoholic before his next birthday.
His life on the Black Deliliah came to an end though, when he went with Cain and the Deliliah was seemingly taken. Envi didn't understand what was going on, but figured it wasn't his business anymore. Sticking along side Cain, Envi does what he does best...drink and fight.
Sample Post:
As the car dropped him off, he got out and looked around at the area. His bare feet pressed against the cement and his sapphire eyes began to search the area as the car behind pulls away. The warehouse district certainly was no place to be, let alone leave an open van. Moving through the daylight, the navy green t-shirt curled about his body with the gentle blowing wind while the dark drawstring cargos wrapped around his waist and dangled down over his legs. His red hair lay upon his head in a mess, him barely caring at this point in time. Jaunting into the parking lot, his feet slapped against the pavement beneath, hoping to find his van somewhere around, yet at this time of day, cars filled the parking lot. It was almost impossible to tell where he had parked now. Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and attempted to picture where he had left his van. Remembering the dark parking lot, he could begin to see his van within the haze of memory. Lifting his head and his eyes, he stared forward and looked around, idly twirling on his heel. "Wonderful," he growled as he began to walk backwards through the parking lot. Perhaps not the best idea, but he wasn't sure where his van was within the sea of vehicles that were around him now.
Letting his body twist back around, he began to walk along the parked cars and the little alley for cars to drive by. Hearing a car pulling up behind him, Oz turned his head and noticed it was a police officer. Giving a smile, he rose his hand and only moments after, the police officer's lights flashed. Perking a brow, he turned his hand around. Blood from the animals were still there, having forgot to wash it off. "f**k," he swore. From that point, he didn't think, simply reacted as his body twisted into a turn. Cutting down through two vehicles, the police officer's sirens went off. Darting across the next opening, Oz jumped onto one of the parked cars and ran across the roof and hood only to jump onto the next. He began to wonder if the cops would understand it was only animal blood, but he doubt hunting in the park was legal either.
Turning to his left, he noticed the cop car barrelling down, turning ot his right, another was there. In front of him was a wall and the officer that saw him in the beginning was chasing Oz down on foot. He was practically trapped. There wasn't much for Oz to do now besides think of a way to get out, but the first thing to his mind was, How did back up get here so fast? Perhaps not the best thing to think when trapped, but he didn't know what else he could do. Shaking his head, the officer on foot was getting closer and the two cars had stopped, the officers getting out and pointing their guns at him. Again, Oz reacted without thinking as he and his beast simply wanted to escape. Turning towards the wall, he jumped. To him, it felt like a few feet, but the officer's around had their jaws drop as Oz jumped onto the wall, pushed off the wall once, and grabbed onto the window sill, pulling himself in with ease. From there, Oz ran as he dodged around the workers, some of the confused and stared after Oz, others barely realizing Oz as he ran through the warehouse until he burst out of one of the windows. Arms covering his face, he simply jumped out like an animal that was caged in a zoo wanting it's freedom.
Dropping to the dark alley below, Oz landed almost perfectly as his feet pushed into the pieces of glass and wood from the shattered window. Swearing under his breath, he looked around for something, anything to help him...
Your name: Envi
Your age: 21
Contact information: Pm is fine
Can you post at least twice a week?: Yes
How did you find us?: Proboards[/color]
