Post by deathletter on Aug 14, 2009 1:28:46 GMT -5
Name; James Leonard Isaac (His three first names own your one!)
Age; 23
Gender; Male
Species; Human, I would presume.
Appearance; Relatively tall and very thinly built, the only thing that really stands out about him are his vivid green eyes. He has a pale complexion which is mostly due to sticking to indoors with his books and whatnot. His hair is a little unkempt, as he doesn't take very good care of himself. As a result, he occasionally forgets to eat, which is what lead to him being rather weak physically. He also runs like a sissy.
Personality; Contrary to his appearance, Leo is actually rather brave and very intellectual. He usually talks his ways out of fights, and the occasional battle if he feels the other person would suffer a humiliating loss. Superiority complex? Nah! (But secretly, yes.) Although he sees himself as being somewhat above other people, there are some that have managed to get under his skin like a festering parasite. And yes, he usually puts it that way. Leo has a habit of being rather realistic, in the glass-half-empty-with-a-leak sense and won't hesitate to voice his opinion. He often hurts feelings without realizing it, though he's quick to apologize if it's a person that he cares for. As a whole, Leo is a quick-witted and sarcastic, pessimistic-realistic, passive-aggressive, prideful, intellectual with a fancy English accent. He could also be considered flamingly homosexual, but that would be a foreign matter altogether. He also has glasses and a tacky button-up shirt that he takes with him everywhere. He isn't quite sure why.
History; He was born to a poor family that lived in a far away land (or maybe down the street, who knows?). Leo doesn't remember his childhood from below the age of thirteen, but he does know that he no longer has parents and has been living with an old lady and her smelly Meowth and Houndour collection. Somewhere along the line, he developed a love and admiration for Ghost-type and Poison-type Poke'mon. His favorites range from Ghastly to Muk and so on. Leo only recently started his journey after his job at his hometown's museum library got boring. (Okay, he was fired for being arrogant to his cranky boss one too many times, but you don't know that.) Since then, he's met with various people along the way, including a group of loud little ragamuffins and their Pikachu. Ick, adolescents.
Toward other people, he's indifferent and definitely uninterested. The best way to get him talking would be to mention Ghost Poke'mon or likewise and it's probably impossible to get him to shut up. It's also difficult to interrupt him while he's talking, as he'll just emphasize his tone and talk straight through.
Other; Other... Well, as far as other, this is all I have: He enjoys reading above socialization, believing that other people really aren't worth his time. He plays with his glasses a lot, has a habit of twirling a lock of hair in his fingers when idling so that particular lock curls slightly upward like a bad cowlick. His favorite food is anything with cheese or bacon, he's pretty much a carnivore and all his teeth are slightly sharp to imply that, he hates hot climates and prefers the blistering cold and is excellent at telling stories because of the trillions of books he's read.
(read: Does that even count as 'Other' material? Dear Lord, I am such a noob!)
Age; 23
Gender; Male
Species; Human, I would presume.
Appearance; Relatively tall and very thinly built, the only thing that really stands out about him are his vivid green eyes. He has a pale complexion which is mostly due to sticking to indoors with his books and whatnot. His hair is a little unkempt, as he doesn't take very good care of himself. As a result, he occasionally forgets to eat, which is what lead to him being rather weak physically. He also runs like a sissy.
Personality; Contrary to his appearance, Leo is actually rather brave and very intellectual. He usually talks his ways out of fights, and the occasional battle if he feels the other person would suffer a humiliating loss. Superiority complex? Nah! (But secretly, yes.) Although he sees himself as being somewhat above other people, there are some that have managed to get under his skin like a festering parasite. And yes, he usually puts it that way. Leo has a habit of being rather realistic, in the glass-half-empty-with-a-leak sense and won't hesitate to voice his opinion. He often hurts feelings without realizing it, though he's quick to apologize if it's a person that he cares for. As a whole, Leo is a quick-witted and sarcastic, pessimistic-realistic, passive-aggressive, prideful, intellectual with a fancy English accent. He could also be considered flamingly homosexual, but that would be a foreign matter altogether. He also has glasses and a tacky button-up shirt that he takes with him everywhere. He isn't quite sure why.
History; He was born to a poor family that lived in a far away land (or maybe down the street, who knows?). Leo doesn't remember his childhood from below the age of thirteen, but he does know that he no longer has parents and has been living with an old lady and her smelly Meowth and Houndour collection. Somewhere along the line, he developed a love and admiration for Ghost-type and Poison-type Poke'mon. His favorites range from Ghastly to Muk and so on. Leo only recently started his journey after his job at his hometown's museum library got boring. (Okay, he was fired for being arrogant to his cranky boss one too many times, but you don't know that.) Since then, he's met with various people along the way, including a group of loud little ragamuffins and their Pikachu. Ick, adolescents.
Toward other people, he's indifferent and definitely uninterested. The best way to get him talking would be to mention Ghost Poke'mon or likewise and it's probably impossible to get him to shut up. It's also difficult to interrupt him while he's talking, as he'll just emphasize his tone and talk straight through.
Other; Other... Well, as far as other, this is all I have: He enjoys reading above socialization, believing that other people really aren't worth his time. He plays with his glasses a lot, has a habit of twirling a lock of hair in his fingers when idling so that particular lock curls slightly upward like a bad cowlick. His favorite food is anything with cheese or bacon, he's pretty much a carnivore and all his teeth are slightly sharp to imply that, he hates hot climates and prefers the blistering cold and is excellent at telling stories because of the trillions of books he's read.
(read: Does that even count as 'Other' material? Dear Lord, I am such a noob!)
