Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 13, 2010 17:30:24 GMT -5
OC Character Application
Character name: Diran Parisyan (Republic of Armenia)
Age: 20
Gender: male
Height: 164 cm (5'4.5")
Weight: 112 lbs
Appearance: A short man who can be daunting even with the disadvantage of his small stature. Narrow shoulders and an almost effeminate air about him. His skin is olive and his eyes are dark brown and serious, looking even more so because of his thick black brows that are very often furrowed deeply in thought or just out of habit. He has a large nose and full lips, but a thin face, accentuating his features even more. His hair is straight, black, and ruffled, falling to his ears and poking up in the back no matter what he does to it. Always clean-shaven.
His expression is usually calculatingly blank, waiting for the other person to make the first move. However, it is very easy to make him blush, adding to the slight femininity. Carries a few close-range weapons, like short blades, because he can’t throw a knife or shoot an arrow for the life of him.
He has long hands with nimble fingers and always wears black gloves over top of them. Though he looks small and a bit girly, he can put up a good fight, though he doesn’t like to have to resort to violence. His clothes are simple, brightly colored and well worn- a pair of tough black working boots, a red vest with black trim and overlarge navy blue pants that tuck into the boots- but always kept as clean as possible. Carries a satchel with him at all times, in which he stores everything of value.
Personality: A talkative man with a soft voice, always getting in over his head completely by accident. Tends to be dependent on other people to get by, which he isn't proud of or fond of. If anyone tries to pressure or hurt him, he has no choice but to fight back against them, even if it puts him and others at risk. His pride is worth more than his life. Actions speak louder than words to him, and he reads a lot into subtle things like gestures and eye contact to determine what other people are thinking or going to do.
Enjoys the thrill of barely getting out of a tough situation- after which he'll probably find himself back in another one. Fascinated by religion as well as magic. Has a strong appreciation for old or antique items, and all handmade things. Even though he loves getting in and out of being way over his head, he needs time for peace and calmness, or else he just goes a bit mad. Since he often associates with prostitutes and barmaids as discussion partners, he is more willing to open up to people in that field. Easily flustered and quickly worked into a blush when people get close to him, physically or emotionally. Since his former country was desolate, he adores plant life- flowers in particular, because he loves the feel of the soft petals and their bright vibrant colors.
Diran possesses wide variety of skills, including woodworking, playing the flute, fighting hand-to-hand, and a bit of magic. Though the last works very rarely, he can use some simple magic to his advantage when he's really in a pinch. Looks out predominantly for himself, but can accidentally fall into a hero position when the situation arises. Quite a lot of what he does is accidental, and he wouldn’t do half of it anyway if it wasn't. Accepts the fact that he's an illegitimate child, and occasionally acts like he's proud of it. A bit confused by his sexuality, and doesn't really know what to do with it. Goes into many of the taverns and inns he encounters because he loves drinking with and meeting people there.
Class: 1. Ranger
2. Adventurer
Likes:
-Talking to people
-Making things himself
-Thrills
-Playing or listening to music
-Peace and tranquility
-Traveling
-Brightly colored things
-Flowers
Dislikes:
-Intolerant people
-Depending on others
-Being stuck in one place
-Bad cooking
-War and fighting in general
Strengths: Trouble: Diran has a knack for finding and getting out of trouble. He really doesn't intend for it to happen, but ever since leaving his former country, it seems to follow him wherever he goes. He rarely admits this aloud, but it's very obvious that he enjoys it.
Fighting: A skill he doesn’t care for, but knows is necessary. He can use hand-blades or fight hand-to-hand fairly skillfully. His aptitude for trouble means that this is required of him even if he'd rather talk things through. Also, his pride won’t let him run away from a fight as long as he doesn’t know for sure that he's going to get killed.
Conversation: He can strike up a witty conversation even in the least suitable of times to have a chat. Fairly well-versed on many topics and often charming enough to get free drinks from newly made barmaid friends.
Weaknesses: Control: Can't stand not being in control of his own fate or choices. If he thinks his fate is being decided for him, he'll reject the idea outright.
Death: One of the few things he is genuinely afraid of, particularly death via starvation. Goes to great lengths to ensure that he lives as long as he can.
Trouble: He is constantly in a state of mild to severe peril, and that is very unhealthy for him. After too much running and evading and fighting, Diran is ready to drop; he's vulnerable, and not on his guard. Often times he doesn’t acknowledge when he needs to stop and rest.
Backstory: Grew up in another country that was hardly a country as much as it was a group of warring city-states. Born the bastard child of a military man, alienating him from most of the people he knew- in that country, being an illegitimate child was socially condemning, even in constant wartime. His mother rarely had time to look after him or educate him, and he spent a lot of his time alone and avoiding being sent to the military. So, at age 14, he left the constant fighting to learn more about the outside world, and hasn’t stopped moving since. Always traveled alone, but made sure he was never lonely by talking to anyone he could find.
Almost immediately after he left his home country he got caught in the middle of two disputing clans, and couldn’t help but poke his nose into their business and get involved with the problem. This was his first lesson out in the world- do not get between people who hate each other. He left very quickly, despite the possibility of people getting massacred. Doesn't think it’s cowardly so much as it was a decision to save his own skin. Since then he has found a few towns that he goes to and from until he needs to find somewhere totally new. Learned a lot about religion while on the road, but never found a real set of beliefs to follow. Also picked up a bit of magic, more to prove that he could than anything else.
Sample Post:
Brushing a few dark hairs out of his face, Diran lay waiting for his pursuers to run past his hiding spot. They were a bunch of thickheads, making it much easier to evade them. He heard the pounding of their heavy footsteps on the dirt path, louder than his shallow panting breath and pounding heart. They stampeded by, missing him only because his bright red vest was tucked into his satchel, which, if he had worn it, would have been a dead giveaway to his position. Smiling to himself without even noticing it, he crept out and walked the way the group chasing him had come.
"Bunch of idiots," he mumbled, fishing his vest out of his satchel and slipping it back on.
Humming an aimless tune, he sauntered down the path toward one of his favorite towns. That last chase had started and ended too quickly- he had been walking along, minding his own business when a stranger had crossed his path and she was very pretty, so he struck up a conversation with her. Not far behind her were several large men- her fiancé and brothers. The fiancé overreacted when Diran politely kissed her on the hand, and rushed him.
"Bunch of idiots," Diran repeated.
This took me three days to finish... Oh, and Britannia Beam!
Character name: Diran Parisyan (Republic of Armenia)
Age: 20
Gender: male
Height: 164 cm (5'4.5")
Weight: 112 lbs
Appearance: A short man who can be daunting even with the disadvantage of his small stature. Narrow shoulders and an almost effeminate air about him. His skin is olive and his eyes are dark brown and serious, looking even more so because of his thick black brows that are very often furrowed deeply in thought or just out of habit. He has a large nose and full lips, but a thin face, accentuating his features even more. His hair is straight, black, and ruffled, falling to his ears and poking up in the back no matter what he does to it. Always clean-shaven.
His expression is usually calculatingly blank, waiting for the other person to make the first move. However, it is very easy to make him blush, adding to the slight femininity. Carries a few close-range weapons, like short blades, because he can’t throw a knife or shoot an arrow for the life of him.
He has long hands with nimble fingers and always wears black gloves over top of them. Though he looks small and a bit girly, he can put up a good fight, though he doesn’t like to have to resort to violence. His clothes are simple, brightly colored and well worn- a pair of tough black working boots, a red vest with black trim and overlarge navy blue pants that tuck into the boots- but always kept as clean as possible. Carries a satchel with him at all times, in which he stores everything of value.
Personality: A talkative man with a soft voice, always getting in over his head completely by accident. Tends to be dependent on other people to get by, which he isn't proud of or fond of. If anyone tries to pressure or hurt him, he has no choice but to fight back against them, even if it puts him and others at risk. His pride is worth more than his life. Actions speak louder than words to him, and he reads a lot into subtle things like gestures and eye contact to determine what other people are thinking or going to do.
Enjoys the thrill of barely getting out of a tough situation- after which he'll probably find himself back in another one. Fascinated by religion as well as magic. Has a strong appreciation for old or antique items, and all handmade things. Even though he loves getting in and out of being way over his head, he needs time for peace and calmness, or else he just goes a bit mad. Since he often associates with prostitutes and barmaids as discussion partners, he is more willing to open up to people in that field. Easily flustered and quickly worked into a blush when people get close to him, physically or emotionally. Since his former country was desolate, he adores plant life- flowers in particular, because he loves the feel of the soft petals and their bright vibrant colors.
Diran possesses wide variety of skills, including woodworking, playing the flute, fighting hand-to-hand, and a bit of magic. Though the last works very rarely, he can use some simple magic to his advantage when he's really in a pinch. Looks out predominantly for himself, but can accidentally fall into a hero position when the situation arises. Quite a lot of what he does is accidental, and he wouldn’t do half of it anyway if it wasn't. Accepts the fact that he's an illegitimate child, and occasionally acts like he's proud of it. A bit confused by his sexuality, and doesn't really know what to do with it. Goes into many of the taverns and inns he encounters because he loves drinking with and meeting people there.
Class: 1. Ranger
2. Adventurer
Likes:
-Talking to people
-Making things himself
-Thrills
-Playing or listening to music
-Peace and tranquility
-Traveling
-Brightly colored things
-Flowers
Dislikes:
-Intolerant people
-Depending on others
-Being stuck in one place
-Bad cooking
-War and fighting in general
Strengths: Trouble: Diran has a knack for finding and getting out of trouble. He really doesn't intend for it to happen, but ever since leaving his former country, it seems to follow him wherever he goes. He rarely admits this aloud, but it's very obvious that he enjoys it.
Fighting: A skill he doesn’t care for, but knows is necessary. He can use hand-blades or fight hand-to-hand fairly skillfully. His aptitude for trouble means that this is required of him even if he'd rather talk things through. Also, his pride won’t let him run away from a fight as long as he doesn’t know for sure that he's going to get killed.
Conversation: He can strike up a witty conversation even in the least suitable of times to have a chat. Fairly well-versed on many topics and often charming enough to get free drinks from newly made barmaid friends.
Weaknesses: Control: Can't stand not being in control of his own fate or choices. If he thinks his fate is being decided for him, he'll reject the idea outright.
Death: One of the few things he is genuinely afraid of, particularly death via starvation. Goes to great lengths to ensure that he lives as long as he can.
Trouble: He is constantly in a state of mild to severe peril, and that is very unhealthy for him. After too much running and evading and fighting, Diran is ready to drop; he's vulnerable, and not on his guard. Often times he doesn’t acknowledge when he needs to stop and rest.
Backstory: Grew up in another country that was hardly a country as much as it was a group of warring city-states. Born the bastard child of a military man, alienating him from most of the people he knew- in that country, being an illegitimate child was socially condemning, even in constant wartime. His mother rarely had time to look after him or educate him, and he spent a lot of his time alone and avoiding being sent to the military. So, at age 14, he left the constant fighting to learn more about the outside world, and hasn’t stopped moving since. Always traveled alone, but made sure he was never lonely by talking to anyone he could find.
Almost immediately after he left his home country he got caught in the middle of two disputing clans, and couldn’t help but poke his nose into their business and get involved with the problem. This was his first lesson out in the world- do not get between people who hate each other. He left very quickly, despite the possibility of people getting massacred. Doesn't think it’s cowardly so much as it was a decision to save his own skin. Since then he has found a few towns that he goes to and from until he needs to find somewhere totally new. Learned a lot about religion while on the road, but never found a real set of beliefs to follow. Also picked up a bit of magic, more to prove that he could than anything else.
Sample Post:
Brushing a few dark hairs out of his face, Diran lay waiting for his pursuers to run past his hiding spot. They were a bunch of thickheads, making it much easier to evade them. He heard the pounding of their heavy footsteps on the dirt path, louder than his shallow panting breath and pounding heart. They stampeded by, missing him only because his bright red vest was tucked into his satchel, which, if he had worn it, would have been a dead giveaway to his position. Smiling to himself without even noticing it, he crept out and walked the way the group chasing him had come.
"Bunch of idiots," he mumbled, fishing his vest out of his satchel and slipping it back on.
Humming an aimless tune, he sauntered down the path toward one of his favorite towns. That last chase had started and ended too quickly- he had been walking along, minding his own business when a stranger had crossed his path and she was very pretty, so he struck up a conversation with her. Not far behind her were several large men- her fiancé and brothers. The fiancé overreacted when Diran politely kissed her on the hand, and rushed him.
"Bunch of idiots," Diran repeated.
This took me three days to finish... Oh, and Britannia Beam!