Post by Vappers on Dec 22, 2006 21:48:18 GMT -5
Name: Drake
Rank: uh... student
Gender: male
Side: west
Description: Drake wears all black; from his earing's to his shoes. He has a silver rosary always wrapped around with write hand, and a flamed blue tattoo on his right shoulder. Drake has a chain around his pants usually, and owns a pet tarantula.
Personality: He doesn't like talking; more of the loner type. He prefers to be in his own little world, and when someone intrudes he usually tries to brush them off. He has strong opinions, but doesn't bother saying them, just muttering it to himself or anyone nearby. Drake is a rebel, and laws are his worst enemy. He follows them to some degree, but he wont let them hold him back form anything. He thinks he is his own ruler, and he does what he wants, whenever he wants.
RP ex: Drake walked through the hallway to his locker, a somewhat small frown placed on his mouth. He shoved his math text book in the locker, on top of his ringing phone. on the caller display, it read: 'dad home phone'. He glared at it, then picked it up and flipped the cell phone open.
"what?" He said annoyed.
"Son, you are needed at the church! I need someone to deliver the holy water!" The mans voice said desperately.
Drake didn't respond, but replied coldly, "bye." He hung up before the man could answer, and muttered, Shit, being the priests son is hell!
Pic: ic3.deviantart.com/images/i/2003/37/0/7/The_Rebel.jpg
Other: nope
Codeword: blackheart
Rank: uh... student
Gender: male
Side: west
Description: Drake wears all black; from his earing's to his shoes. He has a silver rosary always wrapped around with write hand, and a flamed blue tattoo on his right shoulder. Drake has a chain around his pants usually, and owns a pet tarantula.
Personality: He doesn't like talking; more of the loner type. He prefers to be in his own little world, and when someone intrudes he usually tries to brush them off. He has strong opinions, but doesn't bother saying them, just muttering it to himself or anyone nearby. Drake is a rebel, and laws are his worst enemy. He follows them to some degree, but he wont let them hold him back form anything. He thinks he is his own ruler, and he does what he wants, whenever he wants.
RP ex: Drake walked through the hallway to his locker, a somewhat small frown placed on his mouth. He shoved his math text book in the locker, on top of his ringing phone. on the caller display, it read: 'dad home phone'. He glared at it, then picked it up and flipped the cell phone open.
"what?" He said annoyed.
"Son, you are needed at the church! I need someone to deliver the holy water!" The mans voice said desperately.
Drake didn't respond, but replied coldly, "bye." He hung up before the man could answer, and muttered, Shit, being the priests son is hell!
Pic: ic3.deviantart.com/images/i/2003/37/0/7/The_Rebel.jpg
Other: nope
Codeword: blackheart