The Zodiacs{D4 plot, 3 open - CHECK IN, PLEASE!}
Apr 30, 2012 16:23:17 GMT -5
Post by nerdychick on Apr 30, 2012 16:23:17 GMT -5
*Zodiac wanted: Libra
Possible Character Name(s) or Age of your character: Saxon, 17 or 18
Plot Ideas: Not really any that haven't already been said...I do see him as a sort of artsy type and maybe he is only a Career to please his parents and maybe an older sibling he is compared to? Also I think he would be close to Gemini and Leo and it would be interesting so see the tension between him, Cancer, and Aries since they don't get along.
Possible Face Claim: David Henrie
*Role Play Sample:
Glancing at his watch, Saxon couldn't help but groan aloud. Late again, Dad's going to kill me Saxon sighed, running his hands through his already messed up hair. Glancing down at his hands, Saxon felt his eyes widen in horror at what he saw. Splatters of blues and greens dotted his hands from his painting earlier that day. Maybe I have time to go find somewhere to wash off... he trailed off when a light blinded him.
"Saxon!" roared his father and Saxon felt his arms fall to his sides in defeat. Slowly trudging up the brick stairs to the front door, Saxon refused to make eye contact with his father whom he was sure was standing in the doorway with arms folded and a scowl etched into his face. Please don't see the paint, please don't see the paint he found himself chanting. "Yes sir?" he muttered, finally allowing his gaze to travel upwards to his father's stormy expression.
"I received word that you were not at training today. Where were you?! You were wasting time weren't you? I am tired of seeing you make out family look bad," his father began. With each word, the man's voice rose louder and louder until Saxon was sure the neighbors must have heard. "Yeah, like your screaming makes us look great," Saxon sneered before his father's steely grip shoved him into the house. Saxon barely noticed the front door slamming shut as he was pushed into the wall. "Don't back talk me!" his father warned in a quiet, but deadly voice. Saxon nodded once and keeping his eyes on the floor, slowly dragged his way towards the stairs leading up to his room.
"And if I ever catch you wasting time by painting," his father threatened, letting the words trail off for him to interpret. As his bedroom door shut behind him, Saxon let out a breath. Threats won't keep me from painting, he thought to himself before sliding a loose floor board out of the way and retrieving his painting set. I'lll train and have blood stain my hands until I'm nineteen, but paint will be on my hands for a lot longer.
(sorry that wasn't the best, but I haven't been able to start a plot on here and so I had to come up with a spur of the moment sample >.< I have RPed before and done better than this!)
Anything Else?: I'm really new to this site and this will be only my second character, but I have role played before!
Possible Character Name(s) or Age of your character: Saxon, 17 or 18
Plot Ideas: Not really any that haven't already been said...I do see him as a sort of artsy type and maybe he is only a Career to please his parents and maybe an older sibling he is compared to? Also I think he would be close to Gemini and Leo and it would be interesting so see the tension between him, Cancer, and Aries since they don't get along.
Possible Face Claim: David Henrie
*Role Play Sample:
Glancing at his watch, Saxon couldn't help but groan aloud. Late again, Dad's going to kill me Saxon sighed, running his hands through his already messed up hair. Glancing down at his hands, Saxon felt his eyes widen in horror at what he saw. Splatters of blues and greens dotted his hands from his painting earlier that day. Maybe I have time to go find somewhere to wash off... he trailed off when a light blinded him.
"Saxon!" roared his father and Saxon felt his arms fall to his sides in defeat. Slowly trudging up the brick stairs to the front door, Saxon refused to make eye contact with his father whom he was sure was standing in the doorway with arms folded and a scowl etched into his face. Please don't see the paint, please don't see the paint he found himself chanting. "Yes sir?" he muttered, finally allowing his gaze to travel upwards to his father's stormy expression.
"I received word that you were not at training today. Where were you?! You were wasting time weren't you? I am tired of seeing you make out family look bad," his father began. With each word, the man's voice rose louder and louder until Saxon was sure the neighbors must have heard. "Yeah, like your screaming makes us look great," Saxon sneered before his father's steely grip shoved him into the house. Saxon barely noticed the front door slamming shut as he was pushed into the wall. "Don't back talk me!" his father warned in a quiet, but deadly voice. Saxon nodded once and keeping his eyes on the floor, slowly dragged his way towards the stairs leading up to his room.
"And if I ever catch you wasting time by painting," his father threatened, letting the words trail off for him to interpret. As his bedroom door shut behind him, Saxon let out a breath. Threats won't keep me from painting, he thought to himself before sliding a loose floor board out of the way and retrieving his painting set. I'lll train and have blood stain my hands until I'm nineteen, but paint will be on my hands for a lot longer.
(sorry that wasn't the best, but I haven't been able to start a plot on here and so I had to come up with a spur of the moment sample >.< I have RPed before and done better than this!)
Anything Else?: I'm really new to this site and this will be only my second character, but I have role played before!
