Post by danielgreen on Oct 10, 2010 14:04:30 GMT -5
daniel isiah green
character basics
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.
I WANNA DARKEN IN THE SKIES, OPEN THE FLOODGATES UP.
I WANT TO CHANGE MY MIND, I WANT TO BE ENOUGH.
FULL NAME , Daniel Isiah Green
NICKNAMES , Danny, Isiah
AGE , Thirty-eight years
BIRTHDAY , October 22
SEXUALITY , Homosexual
GRADE , Non-applicable
OCCUPATION , Criminal
MEMBER GROUP , Townie
hello, my name is SULFUR. i am THIRTEEN years young and i consider myself a(n) INTERMEDIATE roleplayer. i found this site through CAUTION 2.0. so, here's an example of my average post:
(A bit older than I wanted it but oh well. I recently took a hiatus from role playing; this is the most recent thing I have besides a chapter for a novel of mine.)
It was just another typical day in Analog with the sky burning angry shades of red and orange with black clouds of sulfuric like materials replacing the much missed fluff of rabbit tails. A meteor passed through the canvas that is called the sky, small enough to be far enough away that it wouldn't affect the city. Savagery stared at the sky with an beastly glare, the left side of his face turned upwards, the thick sun giving his burns an ghastly and even more intimidating look. He did not enjoy the current circumstances considering the fact that eventually the entire population of earth will soon be erupted into ashes. His shadow walked with the same slink as he did except it was much larger and seemed to walk up the buildings, the old and abandoned skyscrapers that were left behind the humans. Savagery grunted; the humans had been the first to go, being bred to be weak and easy to batter around like puppets. Light and graceful on his feet, the young male weaved himself between the various buildings, cars and slain bodies with the ease only one who was accustomed to these parts could possibly have. His paws were already dripping blood from an fight earlier this morning that he couldn't seem to part from his mind, no matter how much he prayed to Saliva for it to transits easily.
Savagery stopped and plopped down onto his haunches promptly. He was quite prone to these sudden bouts of boredom and having the need to just stop and stare. Lifting his head to the sky, he forced himself to painfully circle his muzzle into an o let out a sound that was a partial howl and a partial roar. It was his signature sound, the one he used when announcing his arrival to his pack. Well, he was only second in command being a bit of an instigator but that was close enough for him to feel quite in charge, indeed. "Here comes Johnny!" He let out a dark chuckle as he quoted his favorite movie that the humans he once lived with had shown him. God, how he hated those abusive and sadistic creatures. But he had to admit they knew some pretty useful things like the moving pictures on the screen. The one that he had managed to tolerate just enough to actually scratch behind his ears showed a moving picture called... Called... The Shining. That was it. The movie about the freaky guy that his puppet hated more than he had seen him hate before. He had been read the title to out loud and stored it in some part of his mind that usually kept the shit he didn't even care about. Savagery lifted himself up with his abnormally longs legs and stretched forwards. He dug his claws into the ground, tearing up the old and browned grass and arching his back in pleasure, with a shiver added in just for good measures.
Dragging his paws on the ground now, he trudged to the entrance of the old strip joint his pack used as headquarters. It had been built upon since the humans first came to Analog, starting off as a small "Rent" building and worked its way up to a fully purchased building, fully equipped with newer rooms. The newer additions to the building were good for the pups and the elders, which was part of the reason it was chosen for the headquarters. Being a purple with sparkles building, the male dogs did not appreciate the decor as much as the females did. Eventually they were permitted to use trophies of old battles to man up the place just a bit. Savagery thought it was a gross and dishonorable way to honor your battles but he did not complain for the alpha appreciated the new decor. He jumped up against the thick metal door (Not to mention reinforced. He thought without really knowing it) and barked loudly each time. He varied each barks pitch the way he had been taught, the proper way to alert the Currents that he had arrived and meant business. The laughter of drunken dogs made him frown. He had told them plenty of times to stop drinking the liquid that was left behind; it could be toxic. Not to mention it always made his guards giddy and unprepared to a battle. A scuffle from behind the door revealed that somebody had heard him and was opening the door. They had set it up some way that made it open when you lunged against it but Savagery never bothered to learn how. It wasn't his duty to open the door, being the deputy, anyways.
A handsome white wolf stood in the doorway with a foolish grin on his face. He seemed to brighten and jump up at him as Savagery waited. Savagery immediately identified the face as Frost and withheld his urge to jump on the dog and bite its neck. He walked on slowly past Frost but was to late. Where did you go, what did you do, how come you didn't bring me... The questions all jumped out at him and clung on heavily, threatening to never leave unless he answered. "Kid, do you ever let me get any rest? Well I was in Analog, doing my usual things, and I didn't bring you because... Because..." He paused a moment, trying to think of an believable excuse besides 'you are annoying' for hurting his young friend was something he didn't want to do. "The packs needs you here to protect the pups and the elders; you know how much bigger and stronger you are compared to them." Satisfied, Frost wandered away, literally bouncing rather than walking. He had to be the happiest dog in the group, never sporting a frown or sneer as Savagery often did. Frost never judged a canine by his or her looks: he always got to know them before judging. The older male howled, calling his members to him. He would ask for their description of today's events and then take a well-earned nap that he desperately needed and desired. As his puppets began to circle around him, he nodded. They were a large assortment of wolves, dogs, foxes, wild dogs, whatever you can think off. He let out a loud yip, giving his members the signal to begin.
It was just another typical day in Analog with the sky burning angry shades of red and orange with black clouds of sulfuric like materials replacing the much missed fluff of rabbit tails. A meteor passed through the canvas that is called the sky, small enough to be far enough away that it wouldn't affect the city. Savagery stared at the sky with an beastly glare, the left side of his face turned upwards, the thick sun giving his burns an ghastly and even more intimidating look. He did not enjoy the current circumstances considering the fact that eventually the entire population of earth will soon be erupted into ashes. His shadow walked with the same slink as he did except it was much larger and seemed to walk up the buildings, the old and abandoned skyscrapers that were left behind the humans. Savagery grunted; the humans had been the first to go, being bred to be weak and easy to batter around like puppets. Light and graceful on his feet, the young male weaved himself between the various buildings, cars and slain bodies with the ease only one who was accustomed to these parts could possibly have. His paws were already dripping blood from an fight earlier this morning that he couldn't seem to part from his mind, no matter how much he prayed to Saliva for it to transits easily.
Savagery stopped and plopped down onto his haunches promptly. He was quite prone to these sudden bouts of boredom and having the need to just stop and stare. Lifting his head to the sky, he forced himself to painfully circle his muzzle into an o let out a sound that was a partial howl and a partial roar. It was his signature sound, the one he used when announcing his arrival to his pack. Well, he was only second in command being a bit of an instigator but that was close enough for him to feel quite in charge, indeed. "Here comes Johnny!" He let out a dark chuckle as he quoted his favorite movie that the humans he once lived with had shown him. God, how he hated those abusive and sadistic creatures. But he had to admit they knew some pretty useful things like the moving pictures on the screen. The one that he had managed to tolerate just enough to actually scratch behind his ears showed a moving picture called... Called... The Shining. That was it. The movie about the freaky guy that his puppet hated more than he had seen him hate before. He had been read the title to out loud and stored it in some part of his mind that usually kept the shit he didn't even care about. Savagery lifted himself up with his abnormally longs legs and stretched forwards. He dug his claws into the ground, tearing up the old and browned grass and arching his back in pleasure, with a shiver added in just for good measures.
Dragging his paws on the ground now, he trudged to the entrance of the old strip joint his pack used as headquarters. It had been built upon since the humans first came to Analog, starting off as a small "Rent" building and worked its way up to a fully purchased building, fully equipped with newer rooms. The newer additions to the building were good for the pups and the elders, which was part of the reason it was chosen for the headquarters. Being a purple with sparkles building, the male dogs did not appreciate the decor as much as the females did. Eventually they were permitted to use trophies of old battles to man up the place just a bit. Savagery thought it was a gross and dishonorable way to honor your battles but he did not complain for the alpha appreciated the new decor. He jumped up against the thick metal door (Not to mention reinforced. He thought without really knowing it) and barked loudly each time. He varied each barks pitch the way he had been taught, the proper way to alert the Currents that he had arrived and meant business. The laughter of drunken dogs made him frown. He had told them plenty of times to stop drinking the liquid that was left behind; it could be toxic. Not to mention it always made his guards giddy and unprepared to a battle. A scuffle from behind the door revealed that somebody had heard him and was opening the door. They had set it up some way that made it open when you lunged against it but Savagery never bothered to learn how. It wasn't his duty to open the door, being the deputy, anyways.
A handsome white wolf stood in the doorway with a foolish grin on his face. He seemed to brighten and jump up at him as Savagery waited. Savagery immediately identified the face as Frost and withheld his urge to jump on the dog and bite its neck. He walked on slowly past Frost but was to late. Where did you go, what did you do, how come you didn't bring me... The questions all jumped out at him and clung on heavily, threatening to never leave unless he answered. "Kid, do you ever let me get any rest? Well I was in Analog, doing my usual things, and I didn't bring you because... Because..." He paused a moment, trying to think of an believable excuse besides 'you are annoying' for hurting his young friend was something he didn't want to do. "The packs needs you here to protect the pups and the elders; you know how much bigger and stronger you are compared to them." Satisfied, Frost wandered away, literally bouncing rather than walking. He had to be the happiest dog in the group, never sporting a frown or sneer as Savagery often did. Frost never judged a canine by his or her looks: he always got to know them before judging. The older male howled, calling his members to him. He would ask for their description of today's events and then take a well-earned nap that he desperately needed and desired. As his puppets began to circle around him, he nodded. They were a large assortment of wolves, dogs, foxes, wild dogs, whatever you can think off. He let out a loud yip, giving his members the signal to begin.
character details
I WANT THE WATER IN MY EYES, I WANT TO CRY UNTIL THE END OF TIME
I WANT TO LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND.
I WANT THE WATER IN MY EYES, I WANT TO CRY UNTIL THE END OF TIME
I WANT TO LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND.
HEIGHT , 6ft, 1.75in
EYE COLOR , Hazel
HAIR COLOR , Brown (Occasionally blonde)
PLAY-BY , Michael Weatherly
LIKES , The quiet, the dark
DISLIKES , at least five
FEARS , His father being resurrected (a fear stemming from his decrepit state of mind),
DREAMS , To find the refuge and safe-place he desperately searches for on this world.
SECRETS , at least one
HABITS/QUIRKS , Often twitches his neck and left eye when nervous, usually ends up screaming when talking and has the tendency to write with his left hand despite being right-handed.
OVERALL PERSONALITY , Serial killer, afraid of much, decrepit state of mind, insane, spiteful, seeks revenge, forms conclusions quickly, lost, feels like an alien, persistent, eager to please those he befriends, memory lapses, sometimes pictures himself in the past, unforgiving, refuses to let go of things from the past, respectful when he isn't any of the above, fiercely loyal to all of whom befriend him, finds his sexual preference in males, an open-book when expressions are concerned, jittery and constantly nervous, rarely displays mercy and is only affectionate to his boyfriend Markus Ford Aubry.
character history
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN TONIGHT.
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN, MAKE A BRAND NEW GROUND
LET THE RAIN COME DOWN TONIGHT.
MOTHER , Anastasia Rachel Green
FATHER , Johnny Daniel Green
SIBLINGS , No biological siblings
PETS , Has no interest in pets
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES, The various children in his childhood foster home, the one standing out the most named Angus Richard Sommers.
HOMETOWN , Horsham, Pennsylvania
OVERALL ,
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