Post by Decorum Mortis on Oct 9, 2009 8:42:11 GMT -7
Hey Itami,
I see your side of things. Don't get me wrong, I just see things differently. Can't really say WHY, but it seems to be that something I have been taught or do in real life, just sort of rubs on my when it comes to the fictatious works of characters.
Oh and as for Alexzandra, that's no my ordeal... Gotta smack around Sayeth for that one...
Maybe post what ya posted in my thread in his thread. -nods- Doesn't appear he updated it really.
Name: Alexzander Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
Picture/Description:
Eye Color: Extremely Dark Gray
Hair Color Pure Black
Height: Alexzander Jones stands a measily 5-foot even.
For In Character Purposes: Short for a natural human, exact height is unknown. This is mainly due to the inconsistant readings between family's attempt to measure his and his siblings height along one of the doorframes amongs their house, never really was accurate. As for a doctor's height measurement, Alex never really paid much attention to them, he was more fascinated with the odds and ends on their desks.
Weight: Most people would consider a male figure standing at 5-foot to weigh around a hundred and ten pounds, Alexzander weighs roughly 85 pounds, 90 pounds soaking wet.
For In Character Purposes: Rather skinny, exact weight is unknown. See explanation concerning the doctor's height measurement and replace height with weight. Throw in a dash of malnourishment in the past few years... And bam, exact weight is going to be shady at best.
Notable Feature: Pale skinned human male with a shaggy man of black hair, noticably dyed because the brown roots are showing through the fake colouring.
Strength(s): Quick on his feet and mind. Jones doesn't usually appear to be easily overtaken by things. As if he is always thinking several steps or paces in front of the others, unfortunately, with human minds and the impossibility factor of unpredictably the species has developed. This Quick of mind works if he knows the predictability patterns of the person.
A street rat for all intent and purpose. Living off what he can find where he can find it. A man of fast thinking and improvision extraordinary.
Think the McGuvyer of this little experience into the morbid and deranged. [Sorry it seems rather... Dark in theme, plot, and setting.]
Weakness(es):
Improvision of items that normally aren't functional normally only truly works if the item could truly work if the items could actually produce what is required: IE- Using a propane tank that's half full to propell a small craft a few hundred yards... Probability of it working: Slim, could it work... Yes with the right amount of torque pressure and leverage of the violent type... Sure it could work.
The real fear Jones has is his inability to truly protect his sister, losing yet another family member would crush the poor guy's soul.
Personality: Quiet, mysterious comes to mind with his appearance and usual quiet outtake... Always thinking, those gray eyes of his never giving away his thoughts.
Alexzander Jones isn't one to allow things to slip past him easily.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes and Dislikes are all displaced within a past that Alexzander Jones knowns nearly nothing about, nor cares for... His likes and dislikes concern the following ideals pounded into his head:
Living. Surivival. Food.
They are all dislikes and likes... Always they change between the two.
History:
The only tidbit of history Jones really cares about is his sibling, Alexzandra Jones.
However, to aid the existance of others taken from Alexzander's point of view: Life was calm, always sort of an eerie calm. Like the one before a storm. Father was some pencil pushing desk lacky at some unimportantly named facility in the middle of the city. Mother was an alcohollic, abusive housewife that "cared" for her children a lot less than she did her bottle of gin. Then again, Alex was more worried about the small this and that he could get into at home.
Also excelling in school, mainly science and technology based classes. Alex quickly surpassed that of his fellow peers, teachers were shocked... Sometimes amazed. The small things Alex did during lab times scared others. Creating odd gadgets using paperclips, magnets, and the small little electric motors they were using at the time. Or the sticky flamable concoctions he made using orange juice from the cafeteria and iodine from the lab's experiment kit. The bunser burner before him honestly didn't help either.
The teachers first thought he was deranged, always making odd contraptions and such, but Alex saw them as fascinating... Come to realize he was just gifted, always capable of pulling things together and making them work.
There were bullies in his school, always picking on his sister and him, that usually ended up in the occasional spats of violence, usually involving young Alexzander in the nurse's office with a bloody nose and scrapes and bruises. Never fun for him.
This small tidbit of his school life kept on going right up to the present day. At least, as far as Alexzander is concerned on his side of things.
The flipside of things: mother died a year back from what Alexzander decided was liver damage. Father became a broken shell, quitting his job and currently is useless in Alex's eyes to much of anything.
The father he knew worked all day, now... His father just sat at home... Moping around and repeating the same traits of caring for the bottle of gin then his own children as the mother did. Figures.
So, mother passed on to the great whatever. Father is a drunk. Alexzander felt it was his duty to take his sister, even though she is a few minutes younger than he, under his 'wing' and kept her clothed and fed.
I see your side of things. Don't get me wrong, I just see things differently. Can't really say WHY, but it seems to be that something I have been taught or do in real life, just sort of rubs on my when it comes to the fictatious works of characters.
Oh and as for Alexzandra, that's no my ordeal... Gotta smack around Sayeth for that one...
Maybe post what ya posted in my thread in his thread. -nods- Doesn't appear he updated it really. Tell Us About Yourself
Name: Alexzander Jones
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Race: Human
What Do You Look Like?
Picture/Description:
Eye Color: Extremely Dark Gray
Hair Color Pure Black
Height: Alexzander Jones stands a measily 5-foot even.
For In Character Purposes: Short for a natural human, exact height is unknown. This is mainly due to the inconsistant readings between family's attempt to measure his and his siblings height along one of the doorframes amongs their house, never really was accurate. As for a doctor's height measurement, Alex never really paid much attention to them, he was more fascinated with the odds and ends on their desks.
Weight: Most people would consider a male figure standing at 5-foot to weigh around a hundred and ten pounds, Alexzander weighs roughly 85 pounds, 90 pounds soaking wet.
For In Character Purposes: Rather skinny, exact weight is unknown. See explanation concerning the doctor's height measurement and replace height with weight. Throw in a dash of malnourishment in the past few years... And bam, exact weight is going to be shady at best.
Notable Feature: Pale skinned human male with a shaggy man of black hair, noticably dyed because the brown roots are showing through the fake colouring.
You Can Do That?!
Strength(s): Quick on his feet and mind. Jones doesn't usually appear to be easily overtaken by things. As if he is always thinking several steps or paces in front of the others, unfortunately, with human minds and the impossibility factor of unpredictably the species has developed. This Quick of mind works if he knows the predictability patterns of the person.
A street rat for all intent and purpose. Living off what he can find where he can find it. A man of fast thinking and improvision extraordinary.
Think the McGuvyer of this little experience into the morbid and deranged. [Sorry it seems rather... Dark in theme, plot, and setting.
]Weakness(es):
Improvision of items that normally aren't functional normally only truly works if the item could truly work if the items could actually produce what is required: IE- Using a propane tank that's half full to propell a small craft a few hundred yards... Probability of it working: Slim, could it work... Yes with the right amount of torque pressure and leverage of the violent type... Sure it could work.
The real fear Jones has is his inability to truly protect his sister, losing yet another family member would crush the poor guy's soul.
I Wanna Know More!
Personality: Quiet, mysterious comes to mind with his appearance and usual quiet outtake... Always thinking, those gray eyes of his never giving away his thoughts.
Alexzander Jones isn't one to allow things to slip past him easily.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes and Dislikes are all displaced within a past that Alexzander Jones knowns nearly nothing about, nor cares for... His likes and dislikes concern the following ideals pounded into his head:
Living. Surivival. Food.
They are all dislikes and likes... Always they change between the two.
History:
The only tidbit of history Jones really cares about is his sibling, Alexzandra Jones.
However, to aid the existance of others taken from Alexzander's point of view: Life was calm, always sort of an eerie calm. Like the one before a storm. Father was some pencil pushing desk lacky at some unimportantly named facility in the middle of the city. Mother was an alcohollic, abusive housewife that "cared" for her children a lot less than she did her bottle of gin. Then again, Alex was more worried about the small this and that he could get into at home.
Also excelling in school, mainly science and technology based classes. Alex quickly surpassed that of his fellow peers, teachers were shocked... Sometimes amazed. The small things Alex did during lab times scared others. Creating odd gadgets using paperclips, magnets, and the small little electric motors they were using at the time. Or the sticky flamable concoctions he made using orange juice from the cafeteria and iodine from the lab's experiment kit. The bunser burner before him honestly didn't help either.
The teachers first thought he was deranged, always making odd contraptions and such, but Alex saw them as fascinating... Come to realize he was just gifted, always capable of pulling things together and making them work.
There were bullies in his school, always picking on his sister and him, that usually ended up in the occasional spats of violence, usually involving young Alexzander in the nurse's office with a bloody nose and scrapes and bruises. Never fun for him.
This small tidbit of his school life kept on going right up to the present day. At least, as far as Alexzander is concerned on his side of things.
The flipside of things: mother died a year back from what Alexzander decided was liver damage. Father became a broken shell, quitting his job and currently is useless in Alex's eyes to much of anything.
The father he knew worked all day, now... His father just sat at home... Moping around and repeating the same traits of caring for the bottle of gin then his own children as the mother did. Figures.
So, mother passed on to the great whatever. Father is a drunk. Alexzander felt it was his duty to take his sister, even though she is a few minutes younger than he, under his 'wing' and kept her clothed and fed.
