Post by Partifule on Feb 13, 2009 19:01:17 GMT -5
.:The Dead Bloom:.
Name: Perrin Artemis Bloom
Gender: Obstinately Male
Age: 16 yrs
Alliance: Leaning towards Evil
Breed: Werewolf
Blood: -
Location: Current - Human Realm
Personality:
Perrin is one of those people who can really get on your nerves when he wants to. Generally he is intelligent and keeps to himself, storing all thoughts deep inside him, but occasionally here will be some random outburst when you end up being incredibly irritated by him. Perrin doesn't think much of himself and generally goes for superior intellect rather than appearence. He is a bit carefree with his thoughts and ideas, but any probing questions cause an uncharacteristic clamming up. He has a slight demonic side, generally when he goes too far with the irritation. Leaving this unchecked can cause chaos.
Physical Appearence:
Perrin not particulary tall, he is slender and only 5ft 9in. He wears his raven black hair mainly across his face, to disguise his orange-gold lupine eyes. His fae is set high, amost Slavic and he is normally dressed casually; jeans, loose shirt and a hoodie. Perrin loves his shoes and they are the best kept part of him, though his feet are a strangely petite size 6.
Auditioning Post:
The dim light emacating from the streetlights flooded the majority of the street, bouncing off of discarded cans of Pepsi and shiny green beer bottles. Ignoring this, the silhouette-like figure slipped through the shadows, avoiding contact with any of the passing revellers. Low slung, faded jeans and a jet black hoodie, with "Night Time" emblazoned across the back, adorned him, blending him into the darkness. Perrin let his eyes wander over the passersby but they never stayed, hiding behind a curtain of black hair. A smile played on his lips, trying hard not to reveal pearly white fangs nestled in the midst of a set of perfect teeth.
Perrin raised a hand, absentmindedly flicking a strand of hair back behind his ear and continued walking. It was midnight, proclaimed the clock on the side of the cathedral, and Perrin's eyes sparkled mischievously in the moonlight overhead. He quickened his pace, eager to descend to home, away from the noise that wafted out of the still busy town.
Name: Perrin Artemis Bloom
Gender: Obstinately Male
Age: 16 yrs
Alliance: Leaning towards Evil
Breed: Werewolf
Blood: -
Location: Current - Human Realm
Personality:
Perrin is one of those people who can really get on your nerves when he wants to. Generally he is intelligent and keeps to himself, storing all thoughts deep inside him, but occasionally here will be some random outburst when you end up being incredibly irritated by him. Perrin doesn't think much of himself and generally goes for superior intellect rather than appearence. He is a bit carefree with his thoughts and ideas, but any probing questions cause an uncharacteristic clamming up. He has a slight demonic side, generally when he goes too far with the irritation. Leaving this unchecked can cause chaos.
Physical Appearence:
Perrin not particulary tall, he is slender and only 5ft 9in. He wears his raven black hair mainly across his face, to disguise his orange-gold lupine eyes. His fae is set high, amost Slavic and he is normally dressed casually; jeans, loose shirt and a hoodie. Perrin loves his shoes and they are the best kept part of him, though his feet are a strangely petite size 6.
Auditioning Post:
The dim light emacating from the streetlights flooded the majority of the street, bouncing off of discarded cans of Pepsi and shiny green beer bottles. Ignoring this, the silhouette-like figure slipped through the shadows, avoiding contact with any of the passing revellers. Low slung, faded jeans and a jet black hoodie, with "Night Time" emblazoned across the back, adorned him, blending him into the darkness. Perrin let his eyes wander over the passersby but they never stayed, hiding behind a curtain of black hair. A smile played on his lips, trying hard not to reveal pearly white fangs nestled in the midst of a set of perfect teeth.
Perrin raised a hand, absentmindedly flicking a strand of hair back behind his ear and continued walking. It was midnight, proclaimed the clock on the side of the cathedral, and Perrin's eyes sparkled mischievously in the moonlight overhead. He quickened his pace, eager to descend to home, away from the noise that wafted out of the still busy town.
