Post by Alvantris on Aug 7, 2012 20:46:48 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 650px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pN4s1.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] [STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: 333333; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] Syios Desjardins [/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid #333333; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;] [/style][STYLE=width: 340px; background-color: 181818; padding-top: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -0.5px; color: 777777; text-align: justify;]Age: 15 sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual [/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 9px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;]Race: Human Class: Marksman Species& Class Skills: Species Bonus Appearance:
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Profession: N/A Personality: AT LEAST 3 PARAGRAPHS Home Continent: Yevon Continent -(le) Spira Region [/style] [STYLE=width: 400px; background-color: 333333; padding-top: 4px; text-align; center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 16px; -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 0px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 0px 0px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 5px; color: 777777;] Statistics [/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid #333333; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;] |
What do you use to kick ass?
[/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 12px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;]Character Level:
5
HP:
450
MP:
250
Atk:
250(+10)
Def:
250
Mag:
200
Spr:
200
Experience:
0
Stat Points:
1450 BETWEEN THE ABOVE STATS +10 for ATTACK(Weapon)
Gil:
100
Equipment:
'Serena' : A S&W six-shot revolver named after his dead sister ; so it happens to be his most prized possession. Etched on the barrel is a crimson red S with a small knife cut sliced diagonally through it. (10 Dmg.) (+10 ATTACK)
Blue (da ba de) Backpack : (Of course) A blue packpack that he keeps all of his items in.
- A small pocket knife.
- His revolver
- A small amount of food : * A loaf of bread.
* Two cans of Vienna Sausages.
* Three Apples.
* And a thermos with milk in it.
(Which will all spoil in about...say, an RP week or so.
Except for the apples~ And maybe the bread.)
Character Abilities:
Level 1 Slots :
- Adrenaline Rush: Pumped up and on the edge, this ability allows Syios to quickly evade one attack. (Allows one evade per battle thread, derp)
Level 2 Slots :
-
Level 3 Slots :
Magic:
Level 1 Slots :
-
Level 2 Slots :
-
Level 3 Slots :
-
Summons:
N/A AT CREATION
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Past Times
[/style][STYLE= border: 8px solid #333333; width: 100px; margin-top: -55px; float: right;]Past Times .
[/style][STYLE= width: 400px; background-color: 5e5e5e; text-align: justify; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; line-height: 12px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: 181818; -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:0px 0px 40px 0px;]HISTORY:
AT LEAST 3 PARAGRAPHS
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made by MOCKINGBIRD of BTN & OTE[/center]
Roleplaying Sample:
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;][bg=121212][style=font-family: arial narrow; color: #00BBFF; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 16px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 320px solid #00BBFF;]THIS IS A GAME.[/style] [style=text-align: left; color: #e4e4e4; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 3px; font-family: arial;]DO NOT TRUST YOUR EARS. WHAT YOU HEAR ARE LIES.[/style] [style=margin-top: 5px; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #e4e4e4; background-color: #212121; padding: 5px; border: 1px solid #222222;]"The bells of doom do strike...ever so softly...and even.....more quietly..." Words...that he did not understand.....though they rang and resounded in his mind...so very clearly. A sweet song of death...intent on destroying his body and soul. Why...he couldn't remember...he just knew they despised him...and wanted to engulf him. Of course...it was getting to him. Bit by bit...his soul was being chipped away...falling down into a bottomless abyss of darkness. It controlled his brain, wreaking absolute havoc and chaos... And there was no way to stop it... Because he had tried...and failed...beating his head against the ground only made it worse (and gave him a nasty headache, duh)...yelling about it only drew the natives attention to him..... "When they ring...there is only sadness...madness...and darkness..." He had to find a way to make it stop...something, anything to make it end... Quickly scanning the area around him he spotted a blue backpack...opened up and laying on the shore. Wait...had he opened it earlier?... Actually...where was he?..... Slowly jumping to his feet, he scanned the area a second time. Yes...he was on the shore of an ocean...and...people...people were staring at him. No, he only thought they were staring at him...they were really just...playing with a ball? Shaking his head he turned his attention back to the backpack. (lol) Maybe there was something in there that could explain what he was doing in this place...or maybe something that could stop the thoughts... Either way, he had to check it out. Slowly moving over to it he flinched, something behind him had just made a very loud noise. Which of course could only mean more trouble for him... "Just give up, you know you can't stop it..." Bam! A sharp pain quickly erupted from the back of his head. "What the hell!?..." He piped up, his young voice a bit hoarse, as if he hadn't talked in a while. "Told ya to duck!" Turning behind him, he noticed a crowd that had begun to form. "......" A scorching hot wave of embarassment washed over him, his usual pale-like face turning a bright, cherry pink. One of the older looking guys in the crowd, probably the one who had spoken, [style=color: #00BBFF; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 1px; background-color: #121212; padding: 2px;]TAGGING: HERE | WORDS: HERE | NOTES: HERE[/style][/style] |
