Post by Christopher Kameren on Aug 2, 2009 10:59:08 GMT -6
Your Character:
Appearance: Chris stands around five foot nine with a thin build and virtually no muscles to speak of. Like most Asians, he has thin shoulders and small hands. Despite his appearance, he is still easily able to master many martial arts and weapons. He has fair skin, due mostly to the fact that he spends his days locked up in his bedroom and hardly goes outside.
He as a very babyish face with soft features that give him quite an adorability factor. He has thin, ovular brown eyes that, despite their kindness, keep people out. Behind them lurks a pain that few people wish to get involved in. The bridge of his nose is thin as is the rest. While it is true, his nose is the focal point of his face, due to its relative flatness, it is not the first thing you see. His full, pale pink lips blend well against his skin and aren’t very noticeable. His entire face is framed with shaggily layered black hair.
On average he wears jeans and a long-sleeved under short-sleeved shirt combo. On occasion he’ll wear a jacket, but even when it is cold outside he generally prefers not to. The one item he can always be seen with *other than his jet*, is a silver chained necklace given to him by his brother.
Picture:
Celeb: Lee Jun Ki
Name: Christopher Scott Kameren
Codename: Jet
Age: 16
Apparent Age: 19
Date of Birth: October 17th
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Powers: He is a technopath. He has telekinetic power over anything electronic and/or metal. While he cannot control metal itself, he can put it together to create machines of any kind. He is best with what he calls carrier items, in other words, cars, boats, planes, bikes: anything with a steering device that carries people. He can fix anything electronic and is often jokingly called Mechanic by his peers. It may or may not be a twist off his brother’s name, he is unsure.
He has the ability to shift through walls and other solid objects. Because it is his secondary power, he has to concentrate extremely hard to pass through anything. As a result, he grows easily tired when doing so and dislikes using it for anything other than an emergency.
Affiliation: Exiles
Personality: Chris is a very quiet guy who would much rather play with his toys than talk to you. He is a master mind when it comes to electronics of any kind, from iPods to fighter planes, he can fix them all. He has had little interest in the female gender. With so few friends, he hasn’t really had much of a chance to speak with any his own age. The only girl he’s really known, save his mother, was his brother’s best friend, Xaveria. Despite this, he is very gentlemanly, and respects everyone.
He enjoys hand to hand combat but unlike most martial artists, he dislikes the use of kicks and punches. He is close to receiving his mastery black belt in both grappling and aikido.
Family:
Mother:Ellen Kameren
Father: Aaron Kameren
Brother: Alecsander { MEDIC } Kameren
History:He was born in Alabama but wasn’t there long. About a year after his birth, he, his brother and his parents moved to Pensacola. Over the years, he fell a bit into his brother’s shadow. There where few people to play with in their neighborhood or at school so he didn’t have many friends. Chris stuck mostly to his bedroom, playing with his robots and toy cars. His favorite was the large fighter jet he had been given for his seventh Christmas.
Despite the fact that he wasn’t as exciting and shiny as his brother, he still loved his family very much and he looked up to his brother like a god. As a result, Chris begged to be put into the same classes as his brother. The younger boy struggled to match Alex in strength and mastery but when he couldn’t, he shifted his focus. While his brother worked on Tai-Kwon-Do, Chris moved on to Grappling and Aikido. While it was true his brother could out kick or punch him any day, Chris was easily able to take the older boy down to the ground and get him in an impenetrable lock. As a result, both boys respected each others expertise and let it go at that.
Chris took the death of his mother much better than anyone could have hopped for. At age ten, most children would be mourning for months if not years, but after two weeks the boy was over it. Not to say he didn’t love his mother, he just knew that there was no point grieving for the lost.
Right around the same time, he noticed his brother starting to act a little weird. Of course, his father didn’t notice anything but Chris kept a close eye. He didn’t figure out exactly what was going on until about three years later.
He had been playing with his fighter jet. He climbed up into the tob bunk of his bed and was trying to fly it around the room when the battery in the remote failed. The plane went hurtling to the ground and smashed to peaces. Horror struck, the boy went down to assist his crippled friend. He grabbed the body of the plane and held it close to his chest. A few tears trickled down his cheeks as he shut his eyes and remembered all the fun her had playing with it.
It wasn’t until he opened his eyes and saw the completely fixed jet in his arms that he realized what he had done. He had put it back together. Using his mind! Little did he know, that not far from his house, Xaveria *the girl Chris always teased his brother about being his girlfriend* was giving off a rather un-useful show of her own powers. So, the day he got his powers was the day his brother left and he was unable to tell him that he wanted to come with them.
Looking back on that time however, an older Chris would realize that if he had gone, he would only have hindered the pair in their escape. He would be able to hide his powers for a bit and maybe, just maybe, his brother would come back for him.
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
RP Sample: The morning was still dark and Kyle had awoken very early. It was about four thirty when he donned his riding uniform, simple jeans over his riding pants and a white shirt. His uniform had to be simple but elegant. Since he competed in both western and English competitions, he had to be able to easily change uniforms. His white shirt was soon covered by a beautiful black leather jacket He slipped his feet into his boots.
His dorm was small but he shared it with no one, making life much easier. There weren’t as many guys here so most of them got their own room. Kyle was one of the few riders who had taken a strong interest this year. Most of the others had goofed around and rarely attended sessions. But Kyle was passionate about his love for horses. So passionate, in fact that he was granted the permission of keeping two horses at the school. In fact, he didn’t even own a TV. The closest he had was a portable DVD player and a laptop. The only movies Kyle owned were horse movies, Flicka, Racing stripes, and Figure-skating movies like Blades of Glory and The Cutting Edge. The only thing Kyle loved as much as horses was the ice. When he wasn’t at school or training with his horses, he was at the rink training with his partner.
In the corner nearest his bed sat his Western equipment. Unlike most students, he preferred to keep his tack in his room instead of the tack room. There, there was too much potential of it being stolen or destroyed. A beautiful black saddle that matches his jacket perfectly. His bridle and ropes were black as well. In the other corner sat his English tack. Pure white, like snow it shone even in no light. But that was for another day. Today he would be doing barrels. He picked his saddle up and put on his back, strapping the girth around his shoulder and down by his waist. **Like a quiver of arrows is strapped across yer chest** He adjusted it so it was comfortable. It was heavy, yes, but it was in perfect condition. He threaded his rope through his belt buckles and tied it at his waist. Grabbing his bridle and other equipment he hurried out of his room.
He entered the stables which, thankfully, were nearby his dorm. Kyle entered the stable nearest the entrance. Inside, a beautiful Clydesdale stallion whinnied to see his master and friend. Grinning, Kyle entered the stable. He grabbed the brush from the stand in the corner and let it fall onto his friends coat. Barely thinking, he brushed his mount down until he was shinier than the English tack. It was about five thirty and he knew some people would be up soon. He patted his friend on the nose. He didn’t need to talk for it seemed the old horse knew what his rider was thinking. Filling the trough with food, he closed the stable door and headed to the next one.
Inside was a beautiful, much younger brown stallion Mustang. He opened the door and the younger horse whinnied and pounded at the ground. “Dreamer.” His voice was clam but the horse seemed to know the command. Quieting down, the horse trotted around his pen in circles. Kyle held up the brush and the horse stopped, standing perfectly still. He spoke to Dreamer as he brushed the young horse down. “I promised Arctic I would take him to the barrels today but if I return early I will take you out. I know you are eager to learn but with the competition soon I need to make sure he is ready. You’re a good boy aren’t you my Dreamer.” The horse nodded his head vigorously and Kyle grinned.
The sun was starting to rise and he could hear voices out side. He patted the horse on the neck and filled his trough with the same food as Arctic’s. He left the stable and entered Arctic’s. Leaving the door open, he beckoned his horse forward. At a normal pace, the horse stepped out of the stable and headed out into the open. Kyle locked the door and walked after his horse.
He walked up to the post to find Arctic standing there obediently, with no rope. As always, there was no need to tie up his free spirit. The two trusted each other and knew they could never be apart. Kyle threw the bridle over the post as he undid the girth. He set the saddle on the post as well and lifted the saddle blanket onto his ponies back. Making sure it was up on the right portion of the back, he lifted the saddle one handed onto the horse. He walked around to Arctic’s other side and strapped the girth squarely around the horses stomach.
He fitted the bit into Arctic’s mouth and strapped the rest of the bridal around the horses head. Once finished he put his foot into the stirrup and set himself squarely on the saddle. Without saying a word and with out any kicking movements, the horse started off. He walked slowly at first then picked up speed to a quicker walk. He could see traces that other riders had left already and he knew he would find them on the trail. Arctic picked up speed and started into a trot. Being in western he had no need to post so he sat in the saddle one hand on the reigns the other on the horn. Arctic went into a lope and was off.
It wasn’t long before he caught up with some other riders on the trail. He recognized a few of them, ones that ad been champion riders but had decided to have a social life instead of a professional one. He came up behind them. They seemed to be talking more than practicing. “Left side.” He called out.
Your Self:
Name: Amy Hollester
Age: 16
Gender: Female
RP Experience: About 11 years of TT and six-seven On_line
Where did you find us? An affiliate with another site
Do you have any other Characters on this site? I have three accepted
Codewords: [Accepted]
Appearance: Chris stands around five foot nine with a thin build and virtually no muscles to speak of. Like most Asians, he has thin shoulders and small hands. Despite his appearance, he is still easily able to master many martial arts and weapons. He has fair skin, due mostly to the fact that he spends his days locked up in his bedroom and hardly goes outside.
He as a very babyish face with soft features that give him quite an adorability factor. He has thin, ovular brown eyes that, despite their kindness, keep people out. Behind them lurks a pain that few people wish to get involved in. The bridge of his nose is thin as is the rest. While it is true, his nose is the focal point of his face, due to its relative flatness, it is not the first thing you see. His full, pale pink lips blend well against his skin and aren’t very noticeable. His entire face is framed with shaggily layered black hair.
On average he wears jeans and a long-sleeved under short-sleeved shirt combo. On occasion he’ll wear a jacket, but even when it is cold outside he generally prefers not to. The one item he can always be seen with *other than his jet*, is a silver chained necklace given to him by his brother.
Picture:
Celeb: Lee Jun Ki
Name: Christopher Scott Kameren
Codename: Jet
Age: 16
Apparent Age: 19
Date of Birth: October 17th
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bi
Powers: He is a technopath. He has telekinetic power over anything electronic and/or metal. While he cannot control metal itself, he can put it together to create machines of any kind. He is best with what he calls carrier items, in other words, cars, boats, planes, bikes: anything with a steering device that carries people. He can fix anything electronic and is often jokingly called Mechanic by his peers. It may or may not be a twist off his brother’s name, he is unsure.
He has the ability to shift through walls and other solid objects. Because it is his secondary power, he has to concentrate extremely hard to pass through anything. As a result, he grows easily tired when doing so and dislikes using it for anything other than an emergency.
Affiliation: Exiles
Personality: Chris is a very quiet guy who would much rather play with his toys than talk to you. He is a master mind when it comes to electronics of any kind, from iPods to fighter planes, he can fix them all. He has had little interest in the female gender. With so few friends, he hasn’t really had much of a chance to speak with any his own age. The only girl he’s really known, save his mother, was his brother’s best friend, Xaveria. Despite this, he is very gentlemanly, and respects everyone.
He enjoys hand to hand combat but unlike most martial artists, he dislikes the use of kicks and punches. He is close to receiving his mastery black belt in both grappling and aikido.
Family:
Mother:
Father: Aaron Kameren
Brother: Alecsander { MEDIC } Kameren
History:He was born in Alabama but wasn’t there long. About a year after his birth, he, his brother and his parents moved to Pensacola. Over the years, he fell a bit into his brother’s shadow. There where few people to play with in their neighborhood or at school so he didn’t have many friends. Chris stuck mostly to his bedroom, playing with his robots and toy cars. His favorite was the large fighter jet he had been given for his seventh Christmas.
Despite the fact that he wasn’t as exciting and shiny as his brother, he still loved his family very much and he looked up to his brother like a god. As a result, Chris begged to be put into the same classes as his brother. The younger boy struggled to match Alex in strength and mastery but when he couldn’t, he shifted his focus. While his brother worked on Tai-Kwon-Do, Chris moved on to Grappling and Aikido. While it was true his brother could out kick or punch him any day, Chris was easily able to take the older boy down to the ground and get him in an impenetrable lock. As a result, both boys respected each others expertise and let it go at that.
Chris took the death of his mother much better than anyone could have hopped for. At age ten, most children would be mourning for months if not years, but after two weeks the boy was over it. Not to say he didn’t love his mother, he just knew that there was no point grieving for the lost.
Right around the same time, he noticed his brother starting to act a little weird. Of course, his father didn’t notice anything but Chris kept a close eye. He didn’t figure out exactly what was going on until about three years later.
He had been playing with his fighter jet. He climbed up into the tob bunk of his bed and was trying to fly it around the room when the battery in the remote failed. The plane went hurtling to the ground and smashed to peaces. Horror struck, the boy went down to assist his crippled friend. He grabbed the body of the plane and held it close to his chest. A few tears trickled down his cheeks as he shut his eyes and remembered all the fun her had playing with it.
It wasn’t until he opened his eyes and saw the completely fixed jet in his arms that he realized what he had done. He had put it back together. Using his mind! Little did he know, that not far from his house, Xaveria *the girl Chris always teased his brother about being his girlfriend* was giving off a rather un-useful show of her own powers. So, the day he got his powers was the day his brother left and he was unable to tell him that he wanted to come with them.
Looking back on that time however, an older Chris would realize that if he had gone, he would only have hindered the pair in their escape. He would be able to hide his powers for a bit and maybe, just maybe, his brother would come back for him.
Strengths:
- He is great with machinery
- He is an excellent driver and pilot
- He is very physical and enjoys fighting
- He’s fairly strong
- He is very intelligent
Weaknesses:
- He isn’t very ‘street smart’
- He knows little about the outside world
- He is easily distracted
- He has a soft spot for anything sugary
- He is easily persuaded
RP Sample: The morning was still dark and Kyle had awoken very early. It was about four thirty when he donned his riding uniform, simple jeans over his riding pants and a white shirt. His uniform had to be simple but elegant. Since he competed in both western and English competitions, he had to be able to easily change uniforms. His white shirt was soon covered by a beautiful black leather jacket He slipped his feet into his boots.
His dorm was small but he shared it with no one, making life much easier. There weren’t as many guys here so most of them got their own room. Kyle was one of the few riders who had taken a strong interest this year. Most of the others had goofed around and rarely attended sessions. But Kyle was passionate about his love for horses. So passionate, in fact that he was granted the permission of keeping two horses at the school. In fact, he didn’t even own a TV. The closest he had was a portable DVD player and a laptop. The only movies Kyle owned were horse movies, Flicka, Racing stripes, and Figure-skating movies like Blades of Glory and The Cutting Edge. The only thing Kyle loved as much as horses was the ice. When he wasn’t at school or training with his horses, he was at the rink training with his partner.
In the corner nearest his bed sat his Western equipment. Unlike most students, he preferred to keep his tack in his room instead of the tack room. There, there was too much potential of it being stolen or destroyed. A beautiful black saddle that matches his jacket perfectly. His bridle and ropes were black as well. In the other corner sat his English tack. Pure white, like snow it shone even in no light. But that was for another day. Today he would be doing barrels. He picked his saddle up and put on his back, strapping the girth around his shoulder and down by his waist. **Like a quiver of arrows is strapped across yer chest** He adjusted it so it was comfortable. It was heavy, yes, but it was in perfect condition. He threaded his rope through his belt buckles and tied it at his waist. Grabbing his bridle and other equipment he hurried out of his room.
He entered the stables which, thankfully, were nearby his dorm. Kyle entered the stable nearest the entrance. Inside, a beautiful Clydesdale stallion whinnied to see his master and friend. Grinning, Kyle entered the stable. He grabbed the brush from the stand in the corner and let it fall onto his friends coat. Barely thinking, he brushed his mount down until he was shinier than the English tack. It was about five thirty and he knew some people would be up soon. He patted his friend on the nose. He didn’t need to talk for it seemed the old horse knew what his rider was thinking. Filling the trough with food, he closed the stable door and headed to the next one.
Inside was a beautiful, much younger brown stallion Mustang. He opened the door and the younger horse whinnied and pounded at the ground. “Dreamer.” His voice was clam but the horse seemed to know the command. Quieting down, the horse trotted around his pen in circles. Kyle held up the brush and the horse stopped, standing perfectly still. He spoke to Dreamer as he brushed the young horse down. “I promised Arctic I would take him to the barrels today but if I return early I will take you out. I know you are eager to learn but with the competition soon I need to make sure he is ready. You’re a good boy aren’t you my Dreamer.” The horse nodded his head vigorously and Kyle grinned.
The sun was starting to rise and he could hear voices out side. He patted the horse on the neck and filled his trough with the same food as Arctic’s. He left the stable and entered Arctic’s. Leaving the door open, he beckoned his horse forward. At a normal pace, the horse stepped out of the stable and headed out into the open. Kyle locked the door and walked after his horse.
He walked up to the post to find Arctic standing there obediently, with no rope. As always, there was no need to tie up his free spirit. The two trusted each other and knew they could never be apart. Kyle threw the bridle over the post as he undid the girth. He set the saddle on the post as well and lifted the saddle blanket onto his ponies back. Making sure it was up on the right portion of the back, he lifted the saddle one handed onto the horse. He walked around to Arctic’s other side and strapped the girth squarely around the horses stomach.
He fitted the bit into Arctic’s mouth and strapped the rest of the bridal around the horses head. Once finished he put his foot into the stirrup and set himself squarely on the saddle. Without saying a word and with out any kicking movements, the horse started off. He walked slowly at first then picked up speed to a quicker walk. He could see traces that other riders had left already and he knew he would find them on the trail. Arctic picked up speed and started into a trot. Being in western he had no need to post so he sat in the saddle one hand on the reigns the other on the horn. Arctic went into a lope and was off.
It wasn’t long before he caught up with some other riders on the trail. He recognized a few of them, ones that ad been champion riders but had decided to have a social life instead of a professional one. He came up behind them. They seemed to be talking more than practicing. “Left side.” He called out.
Your Self:
Name: Amy Hollester
Age: 16
Gender: Female
RP Experience: About 11 years of TT and six-seven On_line
Where did you find us? An affiliate with another site
Do you have any other Characters on this site? I have three accepted
Codewords: [Accepted]
