Post by mockingbird on Aug 5, 2011 19:29:26 GMT -7
What's your Name?
Name: Naventil
Nickname: "Knave of Hearts," Nav
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age: Seventeen
Alignment: Inbetween
Gender: Male
Hair color: Light greyish-brown
Eye color: Plum
Height: 5'5
Weight: 131 lbs.
Other Striking Features: Supposedly he has a tattoo across his back, but since no one knows if it's real or not, no one can say what it looks like. A fine scar line runs from the the back of his left ear to the underside of his chin--a battle scar?--and to cover at least part of it up he tattooed a small heart over the damaged skin.
Tell Me About Yourself:
Weapon: Two slim blades that can combine into one that together and apart are identical to each other. Made of a clouded silvery-black material, each is about three feet long and curved like a scimitar, growing larger till they hit the middle, then smaller, and then larger again till they taper to a point. Each handle is simple, bound by black leather. The only thing that makes the blades stand out would be the vein of reddish-purple running from the hilt of each that curves in and around like a vine within the metal till it hits the middle of each blade.
Personality: Naventil at first glance can come off as an extremely prideful character. He's whimsical and moody on the best of days, gets bored at the drop of a hat, and generally dislikes being in others company unless he himself wishes it. To put it lightly, he's an egotistical brat. Until, that is, you get to know him a bit more.
Few people have the chance to get close to him, if any. But those that take the time to really get to know him know that his true personality is completely opposite the one he displays to the general public. Because underneath his egotistical surface, Naventil is far more of a human than he appears. On the outside, he refuses to show any kind of affection towards those he doesn't know and hates to keep company with them. In reality, however, he can't stand the thought of being alone--especially in the dark--and in order to keep up appearances yet keep himself from being alone, he often hovers on the outskirts of things as an observer and critic. It could be said, I suppose, that he's somewhat like a small dog; rough on the outside so as to protect a more vulnerable inside. That's not to say that he isn't egotistical. Rather, he's worse once you get to know him, but loyal to a fault.
Likes: Cold weather, having the comfort of sleeping with others, having things his way, amusing himself, annoying others, being surrounded by crowds.
Dislikes: Being without company, the dark, heat/hot weather, those who make him feel inferior.
Fears: That he pushes people away when what he wants most in the world is to be with them knowing that eventually, there will be no more people to push away and he'll be completely alone.
Relationship status: Single
Gender Preference: Bisexual
Nobodies Only:
Heartless: Faeren, living
Somebody: Unknown
Organization XIII: No
Rank: N/A
Title: N/A
Power: Dark Tolerance. Allows him to triple the time spent in Darkness without fading away.
What Nobodies do you control?: N/A
Tell Me About Your Family:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Others: None
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History: Naventil has no memory when or where he came into being. No pictures, no fragments, not even a glimmer of something. He has no memory of his Somebody at all, not even fragments or pictures and, honestly, he has no wish to. For the past few years, he's traveled through the different worlds for amusement and coming up hopelessly empty handed. But whenever he stops his ceaseless wanderings, things get worse, so he continues to do so.
Nav has no memory of his when or where he came to be or his Somebody. Not a picture, not a fragment, not even an understanding of what life before being a Nobody was like. All he knows is that he woke up in Traverse Town and began wandering the worlds. That was his routine for a while--and also his obsession--as he searched for clues to his prior existence and someone who could tell him where he had come from. World after world yielded no fruits, however, and finally he gave up all hope or desire for the knowledge of his prior existence. Past disappointments weighed on him heavily and he came to the World that Never Was, putting the past behind him for good. Years later, he still travels quite a bit, finding it a good source of amusement.
First Time Only!
User name: Mockingbird
RP experience: Eight years
RP example: Darkness.
It was the very essence of this world. It was everything. It was the people whose souls were stained from countless nights of self-gratification. It was the sky hovering miles above him, its entirety covered by sooty clouds that were tinted various shades of red, purple, and green. Most of all, however, it was the very thing Nav found himself shrinking from; the streets. They were swaddled in the embrace of the darkness. To remedy his loneliness--a choice he was starting to regret--he had picked up a harmless looking child from the street, thinking that, perhaps, she would amuse him for the night. Ignorant of his purposes, the girl beside him hadn't even asked the reason he wanted to sleep with her. The only thing she had a mind for was his outward appearance and, of course, herself.
Time wore on as they searched for a hotel, and Naventil found that the female liked to talk. No, she loved to hear the sound of her own voice. In a world of pleasure and self-gratification, it didn't surprise him, but that didn't mean it didn't sicken him. Her talk became so constant, that it began to fade away into a low buzzing as he drifted deep into his own thoughts to keep her out.
"Be quiet," he finally whispered, his voice clipped and cold.
Obviously, that had been the end of things. As with all those who couldn't handle his constructive criticism, the girl had left in a huff, leaving the Heartless with the same problem as before; he had no-one to sleep with. A sigh slid through his lips as he turned to leave. One more night wouldn't kill him, right?
Code: Darkness
Name: Naventil
Nickname: "Knave of Hearts," Nav
Ah, I see. Tell me, what do you look like?
Age: Seventeen
Alignment: Inbetween
Gender: Male
Hair color: Light greyish-brown
Eye color: Plum
Height: 5'5
Weight: 131 lbs.
Other Striking Features: Supposedly he has a tattoo across his back, but since no one knows if it's real or not, no one can say what it looks like. A fine scar line runs from the the back of his left ear to the underside of his chin--a battle scar?--and to cover at least part of it up he tattooed a small heart over the damaged skin.
Tell Me About Yourself:
Weapon: Two slim blades that can combine into one that together and apart are identical to each other. Made of a clouded silvery-black material, each is about three feet long and curved like a scimitar, growing larger till they hit the middle, then smaller, and then larger again till they taper to a point. Each handle is simple, bound by black leather. The only thing that makes the blades stand out would be the vein of reddish-purple running from the hilt of each that curves in and around like a vine within the metal till it hits the middle of each blade.
Personality: Naventil at first glance can come off as an extremely prideful character. He's whimsical and moody on the best of days, gets bored at the drop of a hat, and generally dislikes being in others company unless he himself wishes it. To put it lightly, he's an egotistical brat. Until, that is, you get to know him a bit more.
Few people have the chance to get close to him, if any. But those that take the time to really get to know him know that his true personality is completely opposite the one he displays to the general public. Because underneath his egotistical surface, Naventil is far more of a human than he appears. On the outside, he refuses to show any kind of affection towards those he doesn't know and hates to keep company with them. In reality, however, he can't stand the thought of being alone--especially in the dark--and in order to keep up appearances yet keep himself from being alone, he often hovers on the outskirts of things as an observer and critic. It could be said, I suppose, that he's somewhat like a small dog; rough on the outside so as to protect a more vulnerable inside. That's not to say that he isn't egotistical. Rather, he's worse once you get to know him, but loyal to a fault.
Likes: Cold weather, having the comfort of sleeping with others, having things his way, amusing himself, annoying others, being surrounded by crowds.
Dislikes: Being without company, the dark, heat/hot weather, those who make him feel inferior.
Fears: That he pushes people away when what he wants most in the world is to be with them knowing that eventually, there will be no more people to push away and he'll be completely alone.
Relationship status: Single
Gender Preference: Bisexual
Nobodies Only:
Heartless: Faeren, living
Somebody: Unknown
Organization XIII: No
Rank: N/A
Title: N/A
Power: Dark Tolerance. Allows him to triple the time spent in Darkness without fading away.
What Nobodies do you control?: N/A
Tell Me About Your Family:
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Others: None
Tell Me About Your Past:
Bio/History: Naventil has no memory when or where he came into being. No pictures, no fragments, not even a glimmer of something. He has no memory of his Somebody at all, not even fragments or pictures and, honestly, he has no wish to. For the past few years, he's traveled through the different worlds for amusement and coming up hopelessly empty handed. But whenever he stops his ceaseless wanderings, things get worse, so he continues to do so.
Nav has no memory of his when or where he came to be or his Somebody. Not a picture, not a fragment, not even an understanding of what life before being a Nobody was like. All he knows is that he woke up in Traverse Town and began wandering the worlds. That was his routine for a while--and also his obsession--as he searched for clues to his prior existence and someone who could tell him where he had come from. World after world yielded no fruits, however, and finally he gave up all hope or desire for the knowledge of his prior existence. Past disappointments weighed on him heavily and he came to the World that Never Was, putting the past behind him for good. Years later, he still travels quite a bit, finding it a good source of amusement.
First Time Only!
User name: Mockingbird
RP experience: Eight years
RP example: Darkness.
It was the very essence of this world. It was everything. It was the people whose souls were stained from countless nights of self-gratification. It was the sky hovering miles above him, its entirety covered by sooty clouds that were tinted various shades of red, purple, and green. Most of all, however, it was the very thing Nav found himself shrinking from; the streets. They were swaddled in the embrace of the darkness. To remedy his loneliness--a choice he was starting to regret--he had picked up a harmless looking child from the street, thinking that, perhaps, she would amuse him for the night. Ignorant of his purposes, the girl beside him hadn't even asked the reason he wanted to sleep with her. The only thing she had a mind for was his outward appearance and, of course, herself.
Time wore on as they searched for a hotel, and Naventil found that the female liked to talk. No, she loved to hear the sound of her own voice. In a world of pleasure and self-gratification, it didn't surprise him, but that didn't mean it didn't sicken him. Her talk became so constant, that it began to fade away into a low buzzing as he drifted deep into his own thoughts to keep her out.
"Be quiet," he finally whispered, his voice clipped and cold.
Obviously, that had been the end of things. As with all those who couldn't handle his constructive criticism, the girl had left in a huff, leaving the Heartless with the same problem as before; he had no-one to sleep with. A sigh slid through his lips as he turned to leave. One more night wouldn't kill him, right?
Code: Darkness
