Post by Zane on Apr 15, 2005 13:04:08 GMT -5
Note: My sample is separate because my post was too long otherwise:)
Name (full name): Zane James Caldwell
Refered to as: Zane, Caldwell
Age: 21
Gender: male
Hair: black
Eyes: extremely pale grey/blue, close to white
Skin: very pale
Society: rebel/anarchist
Personality: Cold and standoffish, doesn’t like company and keeps mostly to himself. He’s fairly intelligent though, and when he does interact with other people he tends to get caught up in debates and discussions. He judges people via their intelligence, and he despises idiots with a passion. He’s usually calm and fairly serene, but he has a temper that can flare at the strangest of things, and when that happens he can be violent. People can taunt him with words and he does not care, he has a sharp tongue himself and will gladly pay them the favour in return. But if someone touches him he will not hesitate to strike, and when it comes to that he has deadly precision.
Appearance: Zane has semi long black hair that’s cut in a rather choppy, casual style. He’s tall and fairly slim, decently athletic, but not enough to be considered a fighter. He wears black and navy blue most of the time, though grey and forest green sometimes appeals to him as well. He has an old leather trench coat which he sometimes wears, but it’s tattered, and he seems to prefer cherishing it rather than wearing it. He always wears sunglasses, an old-fashioned pair of big black sunglasses a la Blues Brothers and MIB. He’s never seen without them, even during the day, and he avoids the sun almost religiously. He prefers the shadows, lurking and watching from a dark alley, and that’s also why he’s so unusually pale.
Past: Zane had a fairly good childhood, his parents were neither rich nor poor, and he got along just fine in school, had plenty of friends, etc. He grew up in a small town where everybody knew everyone else’s business, and gossip was a priority above all else. It didn’t bother him much though, until the age of 10 when his mother suddenly developed a rather handicapping mental illness, and that was when he got to learn the hard way how it feels to have a whole town turn its back on you. He lost all his friends within the course of a few weeks, and as the news spread he also quickly began to gain enemies. He got into fights at school, people calling him names and ridiculing both his mother and his father. Eventually Zane was suspended, but he didn’t care much, and continued his studies on his own, he never returned to that school again.
A few months after his period of home schooling began his mother committed suicide. Zane was the one who found her, she had drowned herself in the bathtub while he and his father had been out grocery shopping. After that incident his father thought it best that they move from the town, he thought that maybe they could have a fresh start and begin to heal their wounds in a more friendly atmosphere. But they never got that chance, and those wounds have never healed. When Zane was eleven he witnessed a chemical explosion when he was on a field trip with his class to a local laboratory. He had the wits about him to duck and take cover, and also to cover his mouth and nose from the fumes, but not to close his eyes and shield himself from the toxic vapours.
Ever since that day he has had trouble with his vision, his eyes changed colour from a deep blue to a pale grey, and he found himself having migraines more and more often. At night he was fine, and inside houses as well for the most part, but out in the sun, or under strong florescent lamps, he would feel a pain in his head so strong that it made him want to vomit. For that reason he started remaining in the shadows rather than the light, and he took to wearing a pair of his father’s old sunglasses almost constantly. He never told his father about his vision problem, not wanting to upset him. Zane’s father had been crushed by his wife’s death, and had started drinking and taking exceedingly stronger doses of prescription medication. When Zane was 15 he was called to the principles office in the middle of his math lesson. He was told that his father had been found on a street corner hallucinating, and while an ambulance had immediately been called, they had been unable to save him. And so Zane lost his second parent in the course of only five years, and he was shipped off to foster care, where he would be sent to a total of ten different families before he finally reached the age of eighteen and could escape the hellish torture.
None of the families had wanted to adopt him, and he didn’t know any of his relations well enough to ask them for help either. So he set off on his own, attempting to learn to live in an increasingly cruel world. He learned to fend for himself, to fight well when needed, but only then. He saved his energy, and learned his limits, choosing more often than not to just watch from the sidelines. Zane developed a strange fascination with knives and daggers of all shapes and sizes, and chose them as his weapon of choice. He disliked firearms because of all the noise they made, and instead began to collect knives. But he seldom actually used them, and preferred to just keep them tucked away, clean and polished and ready for action, if such should come.
Weapons:
Pictures: None as of yet, haven’t been able to find any. If anyone can help me find a pic to fit him I would be very grateful!
Name (full name): Zane James Caldwell
Refered to as: Zane, Caldwell
Age: 21
Gender: male
Hair: black
Eyes: extremely pale grey/blue, close to white
Skin: very pale
Society: rebel/anarchist
Personality: Cold and standoffish, doesn’t like company and keeps mostly to himself. He’s fairly intelligent though, and when he does interact with other people he tends to get caught up in debates and discussions. He judges people via their intelligence, and he despises idiots with a passion. He’s usually calm and fairly serene, but he has a temper that can flare at the strangest of things, and when that happens he can be violent. People can taunt him with words and he does not care, he has a sharp tongue himself and will gladly pay them the favour in return. But if someone touches him he will not hesitate to strike, and when it comes to that he has deadly precision.
Appearance: Zane has semi long black hair that’s cut in a rather choppy, casual style. He’s tall and fairly slim, decently athletic, but not enough to be considered a fighter. He wears black and navy blue most of the time, though grey and forest green sometimes appeals to him as well. He has an old leather trench coat which he sometimes wears, but it’s tattered, and he seems to prefer cherishing it rather than wearing it. He always wears sunglasses, an old-fashioned pair of big black sunglasses a la Blues Brothers and MIB. He’s never seen without them, even during the day, and he avoids the sun almost religiously. He prefers the shadows, lurking and watching from a dark alley, and that’s also why he’s so unusually pale.
Past: Zane had a fairly good childhood, his parents were neither rich nor poor, and he got along just fine in school, had plenty of friends, etc. He grew up in a small town where everybody knew everyone else’s business, and gossip was a priority above all else. It didn’t bother him much though, until the age of 10 when his mother suddenly developed a rather handicapping mental illness, and that was when he got to learn the hard way how it feels to have a whole town turn its back on you. He lost all his friends within the course of a few weeks, and as the news spread he also quickly began to gain enemies. He got into fights at school, people calling him names and ridiculing both his mother and his father. Eventually Zane was suspended, but he didn’t care much, and continued his studies on his own, he never returned to that school again.
A few months after his period of home schooling began his mother committed suicide. Zane was the one who found her, she had drowned herself in the bathtub while he and his father had been out grocery shopping. After that incident his father thought it best that they move from the town, he thought that maybe they could have a fresh start and begin to heal their wounds in a more friendly atmosphere. But they never got that chance, and those wounds have never healed. When Zane was eleven he witnessed a chemical explosion when he was on a field trip with his class to a local laboratory. He had the wits about him to duck and take cover, and also to cover his mouth and nose from the fumes, but not to close his eyes and shield himself from the toxic vapours.
Ever since that day he has had trouble with his vision, his eyes changed colour from a deep blue to a pale grey, and he found himself having migraines more and more often. At night he was fine, and inside houses as well for the most part, but out in the sun, or under strong florescent lamps, he would feel a pain in his head so strong that it made him want to vomit. For that reason he started remaining in the shadows rather than the light, and he took to wearing a pair of his father’s old sunglasses almost constantly. He never told his father about his vision problem, not wanting to upset him. Zane’s father had been crushed by his wife’s death, and had started drinking and taking exceedingly stronger doses of prescription medication. When Zane was 15 he was called to the principles office in the middle of his math lesson. He was told that his father had been found on a street corner hallucinating, and while an ambulance had immediately been called, they had been unable to save him. And so Zane lost his second parent in the course of only five years, and he was shipped off to foster care, where he would be sent to a total of ten different families before he finally reached the age of eighteen and could escape the hellish torture.
None of the families had wanted to adopt him, and he didn’t know any of his relations well enough to ask them for help either. So he set off on his own, attempting to learn to live in an increasingly cruel world. He learned to fend for himself, to fight well when needed, but only then. He saved his energy, and learned his limits, choosing more often than not to just watch from the sidelines. Zane developed a strange fascination with knives and daggers of all shapes and sizes, and chose them as his weapon of choice. He disliked firearms because of all the noise they made, and instead began to collect knives. But he seldom actually used them, and preferred to just keep them tucked away, clean and polished and ready for action, if such should come.
Weapons:
Pictures: None as of yet, haven’t been able to find any. If anyone can help me find a pic to fit him I would be very grateful!
