Post by rourkey on May 2, 2007 17:06:25 GMT -5
Basics:
Name: Sylar James
Age range:20-25
Picture:
Build(slim, muscular, heavy set, etc…): Heavy set
Hair: Black
Eye color: brown
Height: 5ft 11in
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Personal:
Personality (a paragraph at least): Sylar is a quiet, withdrawn man most of the time. He can often be found reading or simply lost in his own thoughts however if he is speaking with someone about something that he is interested in he can become quite talkative. He often finds it hard to make valid connections with people
Preferring to spend most of his time with computers or other technology which means he has few close friends, but to those he does have he is fiercely loyal and would defend them to the death.
Background (a paragraph at least): He grew up on a small ranch on Shadow. At age 18 he applied to join the small private security team that protected his town. Unfortunately he got into an argument about the war with the other members of the team who were all strictly pro-alliance and he was kicked out for his views. The team also took up a personal grudge against him and destroyed his family’s ranch forcing them out of the town.
Career/Occupation: Technician but is also capable with firearms.
Alliance or Browncoat or Niether: Neither but leaning towards browncoat
Talents/Special Abilities: There isn’t much Sylar cant do with computers and other technology.
Likes: Technology, Books
Dislikes: Ignorance
Other(normal clothes, weapons, etc…) Sylars prized possessions are a revolver which his father gave him for his eighteenth birthday which has been passed down through his family and his portable computer
Code: Wash
RP Sample: (5 sentences at least) “Sylar, son Wake up” his father said “I have something for you” Sylar sat up in his bed and brushed the hair out of his eyes and yawned. “what is it dad?” he said stretching. Frederick James sat on the end of his sons bed and took a revolver out of the holster at his side “ Son , I want you to have this its been with me since the war and it is very special to me”
“I cant take this form you “Sylar said
“ yes you can son I want you to have it “ he handed the gun to his son who was surprised at the weight of it . “Sylar There is one condition”
“what is it?”
“ If and when you decide to have children I want you to give this to your son and tell him to pass it on to his son” he said “Happy Eighteenth birthday son, Now get up and lets get to work.”
Name: Sylar James
Age range:20-25
Picture:
Build(slim, muscular, heavy set, etc…): Heavy set
Hair: Black
Eye color: brown
Height: 5ft 11in
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Personal:
Personality (a paragraph at least): Sylar is a quiet, withdrawn man most of the time. He can often be found reading or simply lost in his own thoughts however if he is speaking with someone about something that he is interested in he can become quite talkative. He often finds it hard to make valid connections with people
Preferring to spend most of his time with computers or other technology which means he has few close friends, but to those he does have he is fiercely loyal and would defend them to the death.
Background (a paragraph at least): He grew up on a small ranch on Shadow. At age 18 he applied to join the small private security team that protected his town. Unfortunately he got into an argument about the war with the other members of the team who were all strictly pro-alliance and he was kicked out for his views. The team also took up a personal grudge against him and destroyed his family’s ranch forcing them out of the town.
Career/Occupation: Technician but is also capable with firearms.
Alliance or Browncoat or Niether: Neither but leaning towards browncoat
Talents/Special Abilities: There isn’t much Sylar cant do with computers and other technology.
Likes: Technology, Books
Dislikes: Ignorance
Other(normal clothes, weapons, etc…) Sylars prized possessions are a revolver which his father gave him for his eighteenth birthday which has been passed down through his family and his portable computer
Code: Wash
RP Sample: (5 sentences at least) “Sylar, son Wake up” his father said “I have something for you” Sylar sat up in his bed and brushed the hair out of his eyes and yawned. “what is it dad?” he said stretching. Frederick James sat on the end of his sons bed and took a revolver out of the holster at his side “ Son , I want you to have this its been with me since the war and it is very special to me”
“I cant take this form you “Sylar said
“ yes you can son I want you to have it “ he handed the gun to his son who was surprised at the weight of it . “Sylar There is one condition”
“what is it?”
“ If and when you decide to have children I want you to give this to your son and tell him to pass it on to his son” he said “Happy Eighteenth birthday son, Now get up and lets get to work.”
......and you are allowed to use a different pic for your avatar