Post by Netreemic on Feb 24, 2009 20:49:13 GMT -6
Name: Kincaid
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Species: Houndoom (Dark Fire)
Appearance: Kincaid clocks in at a frighteningly thin 6’8” A trim face, old-school Grecian nose, dark hair that reaches to jaw in front and puffs shorter in the back, scruffy stubble along the jaw line, a set of curled horns starting at his temples and curl backwards. Eyes are a burgundy red, lightly tilted, and set in darkened sockets (a slight raccoon effect) bruised from sleep deprivation. His skin hovers in the margin between light brown and gray. On his back, his has exterior bone growths stemming from his spine and span horizontally. His long, whiplike tail ends in a spade, much like a devil’s tail. Most of his clothing hangs a bit loose off his lank form, as finding long enough clothes often results in it being a tad too wide. He’s most comfortable in long sleeved shirts and dark jeans, and will layer tanks and/or fishnet underneath and pull-over hoodies when it gets chilly. He is always wearing a chain with a silver skull-like charm and two metal and leather bracelets on both arms. A phoenix tattoo decorates his left foot, and there could be others~
netreemic.deviantart.com/art/The-Horde-WIP-114165694
[he's colored in gravity will have it...but I hate Rajiv's proportions in that one so....blergh]
Personality: He’s a quiet guy. He’s never the star, always preferring to be the backstage help in battle and life in general. Suppose big brother could be a good descriptor at times. Prone to helping others with their difficulties in life, he is under the impression that he shouldn’t burden them in turn, so he buries his own problems. We’ve figured that out the hard way. Other than that? He can get angry and protective if really pushed…
Likes: Rajiv, libraries, comfortable chairs, lazing around, helping, strangely enough tennis
Dislikes: Ice cream, low hanging objects, slimy stuff
Strengths: …he just wants to be friends? So ah…big heart? As for attack ability~ he’s pretty good (dark fire poison *enter buahaha here*), but often hesitates to do damage to his opponent.
Leans on extra height and reach for advantage in battle, decent in hand to hand defense.
Weaknesses: Problems with communication, has very little self-esteem, does not often take the offensive in battle.
History: Kincaid has always been a quiet individual. However, as a little Houndour in middle school, he was quiet AND short. Most the “normal” morphs believed him to be a rather creepy individual, just by appearances. To say the least, he was bullied mercilessly. His aunt (his parents live a couple continents away) worried about his strange bruises, but he never raised a fuss. Then a tiny Mareep joined the academy. The bullies descended on the new, innocent flesh…and got their asses handed to them. Strong willed and assured of getting his way, the water bullies crumbled under the petite lightening fist of Rajiv. Kincaid found himself with his new best friend, whether he wanted one or not, and life was looking up. Nigh inseparable for the rest of their high school days, what with Rajiv dragging him to every social event the newly evolved Flaffy ever smashed his way into, the yearbook tagged them “most likely to get married.” Rajiv laughed his tail off. His last year of high school had seen him off sprouting into a stork-like Houndoom, and by the end of his first year of college he was a gaunt tower. Attending different colleges from his long term friend, Kincaid slid down the slow path of depression as communication waned between them over the next three years. Forced into therapy sessions by his more than worried aunt, he continued with his studies, scratching by when not passed out in his desk from sleep deprivation and mental duals with therapists. Then a not-so-tiny Ampharos was leaning on his dorm door one day and life, once more, was looking up.
RP Sample:
The gaggle of bird morphs moved in unison, deftly shifting off the sidewalk where they had been trading the latest news. Crests puffing from Pidgeotto and Swellow heads alike, a shiver rustled through the collected flock. Their chatter quieted, heads quirked in cautious attention as they surreptitiously eyed the walker as he moved through the space they previously occupied.
“That’s him, isn’t it?” A Farfetch’d morph mumbled around the unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Don’t they have him on some sorta watch?” A fluttering of feathers whispered in the still air as the more nervous checked that their topic had moved out of range. Seeing him entering the library, relieved breaths huffed into the air. A petite Natu leaned in, whisper heavily accented, “I hear that he is on suicide watch. Don was at the clinic for something, and he heard from Gwen, she is a nurse there now…early morning shift, who knew a guy who had diner with the therapist.” She nodded decisively as the group made noises of interest and concern. “She’d never talk about him to someone else. Confidentiality. No,” a scruffy Noctowl interceded, “they’re keeping tabs on him so he doesn’t go nuclear on the rest of us.” A stronger shiver ran through the gathering, those who shared classes with him recalled his glowing red eyes burning in sunken sockets. “What’d you say name was?” a new voice inquired, close to a sleepy mumble. The Noctowl glanced about for the speaker, and not seeing a person to go with the voice, hesitantly replied, “Kincaid.”
“Oh goodie~!” Nine pairs of eyes snapped down to the ground. An Ampharos morph, dressed in a snug t-shirt and skinny jeans laid sprawled there, a vivid romance novel tented on his chest. “I’ve been looking for him aaaaaaaaaaall day. Tiring work, I assure you.” He dragged tanned fingers through chin length dark curls that had escaped his loose ponytail and smiled brilliantly up at the startled flock of students. A few of the flustered morphs attempted to cover blushes with hair, giggling behind textbooks at this outrageous stranger. Striped tail languidly sliding through the grass, red bauble jouncing at its tip, the Ampharos raised himself to his elbows, novel falling between his legs. “Now which one of you lovelies can tell me where he lives~?” The lounging man glanced between the students, pining each with his dark gaze until the Noctowl spoke up again. “Harrison Hall, room 339.” The others stared at the scruffy man. “What? I’m night security in Harrison Hall…he’s always lurking in the lounge area. And his name’s on the door, just like everybody else’s.” The Ampharos sprang up, grasped the Noctowl by his shoulders and pecked him with a kiss on each cheek. “Mi héroe~” He sashayed his way down the sidewalk to excited whispers. “Who do you think HE is?!?! I’d give my left tail feather to find out.”
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Kincaid sighed as he swiped his card to enter Harrison Hall. Uli had been the only student to show up at the offered tutor session. He was starting to think his therapist, while well meant, was a mental case herself. “Helping himself by helping the other students” idea was on a quick plummet to death if no one could scrounge up the courage to attend. Except Uli, but he had the feeling the Umbreon was not intent on her studies. She seemed to be morbidly interested in which student he was going to curse next. He sighed again. Her offer of minionhood had been the funniest thing he’d heard in years and by far the most idiotic.
He slid his card again, frowning as the red light glared up at him. Swiping again…and again…and again. He paused to look around, hopeful that someone was also coming in, some one to tail in. At eleven o’clock. Sure, practically rush hour on a Wednesday. He bent his card and stuffed it through the reader again. RED. His eye twitched. Reversed swiped. RED. He was about to try one last time before the door burst open and into his lower back. Letting out a light groan he jerked away, hand resting on his abused back. “Oh MY GAWD. I’m SO sorry….Please don’t hurt me!!” He turned to see something fuzzy sprinting down the sidewalk and absently caught the door before it closed. Rubbing at his aching tail he slipped into the hall. Smiling at the guy at front desk, who shrank back, he was not thrilled to see the looming Second Card Reader. Brendalin, his therapist, had told him on occasion to practice his smile in front of a mirror. She seemed to think he needed to work on it. He bit his lip, did she think he had something to smile about? Even the building seemed to have tired of him living in it.
GREEN. He stared down at the reader and gave it a little smile. Well, maybe he’d been wro---sparks exploded out of the tiny machine. He yanked the door open quickly before it choked out its last little puff of smoke. Glancing around in worry he darted through the door and up the stairs. He didn’t need another citation on his housing form. Nodding at the student coming down the stairs (he didn’t want to smile and have them combust) he quickly ascended the three flights, ducked through the low door and wove down the corridor. This day just needed to end.
“Why hello, tall, dark, and handsome~” Kincaid paused, hand buried in his bag, searching for his key chain. He knew that voice. Head snapping up…well, more down…eyes drinking in the sight like a man stranded in a desert. “…..Rajiv?” That casually leaning, trim form, glowing golden skin striped by wine-red lines, assured smile, and simmering black eyes. His feet rooted to the ground, eyes tearing up. His insides felt like they were being vice gripped as he saw sculpted brows furrow. The smaller man quickly bridged the distance and pulled Kincaid into a desperate hug.
“I…” Kincaid folded his arms around Rajiv, leaning to catch the words mumbled against his shirt. “I really missed you.”
[wheeeeeeeew…this was going to go on longer…but I feel I’m killing people with a relationship they know nothing about *wave* I just needed to scrounge up profiles for a pokebattle and I go nuts~ *sigh* I just love the big guy~<3 and you basically get Rajiv's (aka Jeeves) profile in the process~]
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Species: Houndoom (Dark Fire)
Appearance: Kincaid clocks in at a frighteningly thin 6’8” A trim face, old-school Grecian nose, dark hair that reaches to jaw in front and puffs shorter in the back, scruffy stubble along the jaw line, a set of curled horns starting at his temples and curl backwards. Eyes are a burgundy red, lightly tilted, and set in darkened sockets (a slight raccoon effect) bruised from sleep deprivation. His skin hovers in the margin between light brown and gray. On his back, his has exterior bone growths stemming from his spine and span horizontally. His long, whiplike tail ends in a spade, much like a devil’s tail. Most of his clothing hangs a bit loose off his lank form, as finding long enough clothes often results in it being a tad too wide. He’s most comfortable in long sleeved shirts and dark jeans, and will layer tanks and/or fishnet underneath and pull-over hoodies when it gets chilly. He is always wearing a chain with a silver skull-like charm and two metal and leather bracelets on both arms. A phoenix tattoo decorates his left foot, and there could be others~
netreemic.deviantart.com/art/The-Horde-WIP-114165694
[he's colored in gravity will have it...but I hate Rajiv's proportions in that one so....blergh]
Personality: He’s a quiet guy. He’s never the star, always preferring to be the backstage help in battle and life in general. Suppose big brother could be a good descriptor at times. Prone to helping others with their difficulties in life, he is under the impression that he shouldn’t burden them in turn, so he buries his own problems. We’ve figured that out the hard way. Other than that? He can get angry and protective if really pushed…
Likes: Rajiv, libraries, comfortable chairs, lazing around, helping, strangely enough tennis
Dislikes: Ice cream, low hanging objects, slimy stuff
Strengths: …he just wants to be friends? So ah…big heart? As for attack ability~ he’s pretty good (dark fire poison *enter buahaha here*), but often hesitates to do damage to his opponent.
Leans on extra height and reach for advantage in battle, decent in hand to hand defense.
Weaknesses: Problems with communication, has very little self-esteem, does not often take the offensive in battle.
History: Kincaid has always been a quiet individual. However, as a little Houndour in middle school, he was quiet AND short. Most the “normal” morphs believed him to be a rather creepy individual, just by appearances. To say the least, he was bullied mercilessly. His aunt (his parents live a couple continents away) worried about his strange bruises, but he never raised a fuss. Then a tiny Mareep joined the academy. The bullies descended on the new, innocent flesh…and got their asses handed to them. Strong willed and assured of getting his way, the water bullies crumbled under the petite lightening fist of Rajiv. Kincaid found himself with his new best friend, whether he wanted one or not, and life was looking up. Nigh inseparable for the rest of their high school days, what with Rajiv dragging him to every social event the newly evolved Flaffy ever smashed his way into, the yearbook tagged them “most likely to get married.” Rajiv laughed his tail off. His last year of high school had seen him off sprouting into a stork-like Houndoom, and by the end of his first year of college he was a gaunt tower. Attending different colleges from his long term friend, Kincaid slid down the slow path of depression as communication waned between them over the next three years. Forced into therapy sessions by his more than worried aunt, he continued with his studies, scratching by when not passed out in his desk from sleep deprivation and mental duals with therapists. Then a not-so-tiny Ampharos was leaning on his dorm door one day and life, once more, was looking up.
RP Sample:
The gaggle of bird morphs moved in unison, deftly shifting off the sidewalk where they had been trading the latest news. Crests puffing from Pidgeotto and Swellow heads alike, a shiver rustled through the collected flock. Their chatter quieted, heads quirked in cautious attention as they surreptitiously eyed the walker as he moved through the space they previously occupied.
“That’s him, isn’t it?” A Farfetch’d morph mumbled around the unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Don’t they have him on some sorta watch?” A fluttering of feathers whispered in the still air as the more nervous checked that their topic had moved out of range. Seeing him entering the library, relieved breaths huffed into the air. A petite Natu leaned in, whisper heavily accented, “I hear that he is on suicide watch. Don was at the clinic for something, and he heard from Gwen, she is a nurse there now…early morning shift, who knew a guy who had diner with the therapist.” She nodded decisively as the group made noises of interest and concern. “She’d never talk about him to someone else. Confidentiality. No,” a scruffy Noctowl interceded, “they’re keeping tabs on him so he doesn’t go nuclear on the rest of us.” A stronger shiver ran through the gathering, those who shared classes with him recalled his glowing red eyes burning in sunken sockets. “What’d you say name was?” a new voice inquired, close to a sleepy mumble. The Noctowl glanced about for the speaker, and not seeing a person to go with the voice, hesitantly replied, “Kincaid.”
“Oh goodie~!” Nine pairs of eyes snapped down to the ground. An Ampharos morph, dressed in a snug t-shirt and skinny jeans laid sprawled there, a vivid romance novel tented on his chest. “I’ve been looking for him aaaaaaaaaaall day. Tiring work, I assure you.” He dragged tanned fingers through chin length dark curls that had escaped his loose ponytail and smiled brilliantly up at the startled flock of students. A few of the flustered morphs attempted to cover blushes with hair, giggling behind textbooks at this outrageous stranger. Striped tail languidly sliding through the grass, red bauble jouncing at its tip, the Ampharos raised himself to his elbows, novel falling between his legs. “Now which one of you lovelies can tell me where he lives~?” The lounging man glanced between the students, pining each with his dark gaze until the Noctowl spoke up again. “Harrison Hall, room 339.” The others stared at the scruffy man. “What? I’m night security in Harrison Hall…he’s always lurking in the lounge area. And his name’s on the door, just like everybody else’s.” The Ampharos sprang up, grasped the Noctowl by his shoulders and pecked him with a kiss on each cheek. “Mi héroe~” He sashayed his way down the sidewalk to excited whispers. “Who do you think HE is?!?! I’d give my left tail feather to find out.”
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Kincaid sighed as he swiped his card to enter Harrison Hall. Uli had been the only student to show up at the offered tutor session. He was starting to think his therapist, while well meant, was a mental case herself. “Helping himself by helping the other students” idea was on a quick plummet to death if no one could scrounge up the courage to attend. Except Uli, but he had the feeling the Umbreon was not intent on her studies. She seemed to be morbidly interested in which student he was going to curse next. He sighed again. Her offer of minionhood had been the funniest thing he’d heard in years and by far the most idiotic.
He slid his card again, frowning as the red light glared up at him. Swiping again…and again…and again. He paused to look around, hopeful that someone was also coming in, some one to tail in. At eleven o’clock. Sure, practically rush hour on a Wednesday. He bent his card and stuffed it through the reader again. RED. His eye twitched. Reversed swiped. RED. He was about to try one last time before the door burst open and into his lower back. Letting out a light groan he jerked away, hand resting on his abused back. “Oh MY GAWD. I’m SO sorry….Please don’t hurt me!!” He turned to see something fuzzy sprinting down the sidewalk and absently caught the door before it closed. Rubbing at his aching tail he slipped into the hall. Smiling at the guy at front desk, who shrank back, he was not thrilled to see the looming Second Card Reader. Brendalin, his therapist, had told him on occasion to practice his smile in front of a mirror. She seemed to think he needed to work on it. He bit his lip, did she think he had something to smile about? Even the building seemed to have tired of him living in it.
GREEN. He stared down at the reader and gave it a little smile. Well, maybe he’d been wro---sparks exploded out of the tiny machine. He yanked the door open quickly before it choked out its last little puff of smoke. Glancing around in worry he darted through the door and up the stairs. He didn’t need another citation on his housing form. Nodding at the student coming down the stairs (he didn’t want to smile and have them combust) he quickly ascended the three flights, ducked through the low door and wove down the corridor. This day just needed to end.
“Why hello, tall, dark, and handsome~” Kincaid paused, hand buried in his bag, searching for his key chain. He knew that voice. Head snapping up…well, more down…eyes drinking in the sight like a man stranded in a desert. “…..Rajiv?” That casually leaning, trim form, glowing golden skin striped by wine-red lines, assured smile, and simmering black eyes. His feet rooted to the ground, eyes tearing up. His insides felt like they were being vice gripped as he saw sculpted brows furrow. The smaller man quickly bridged the distance and pulled Kincaid into a desperate hug.
“I…” Kincaid folded his arms around Rajiv, leaning to catch the words mumbled against his shirt. “I really missed you.”
[wheeeeeeeew…this was going to go on longer…but I feel I’m killing people with a relationship they know nothing about *wave* I just needed to scrounge up profiles for a pokebattle and I go nuts~ *sigh* I just love the big guy~<3 and you basically get Rajiv's (aka Jeeves) profile in the process~]