Post by Tiana, eh? on Jun 28, 2006 17:42:26 GMT -5
Name: Jaelan Seon Reed
Nickname: Jael is fine.
Age: 7
Species: For all sakes and appearances, utterly human
Role: Villain
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 58lbs
Hair: Pale blond and straight, left reasonably long. If he wanted to, he could put it in a short and dorky looking ponytail. But he doesn't.
Eyes: Very pale gray
Gender: Male
Handiness: Left-handed
Identifying marks: As his body is still quite young, he heals quickly. Any bumps and bruises received probably will heal up in a few days as long as they're not deep. He has no notable scarring. He doesn't have freckles. It might be noted that an identifying mark, for his age, would be simply that he's tall and skinny, and his expression is not the goofy "let's run around and play on the swingset!" grin of an ordinary child.
Homeworld: Terra
Alignment: Chaotic evil/true neutral (look it up... XP) (useful: neppyman.irulethe.net/dndwho/)
Typical clothing: Probably a neatly pressed light-color shirt, or a brown tunic, and dark brown or black pants. White socks. A belt. You know, the typical haughty rich kid look.
Weapon: It would definately depend on the situation, but he dislikes looking like he's carrying a weapon. Is likely to have a dagger or small gun. Would rather use magic.
Magic user
Inventory: No cell phone, because he's too young to have one, according to the people who make them. Your parents can get you one! (he's decided his first job will be to change those rules) As a general rule, he does not carry very much with himself. He'll carry rations, will definately carry a small first aid kit, and possibly a sewing kit. Will carry money. Will carry matches. As a general rule, though, he doesn't need or want much, and doesn't exactly plan on travelling a lot; he stays indoors and hidden.
Possessions: His parents' house. He's too young to get a driver's liscence.
Personality: Jaelan tends to think that he's, well, better than other people. Probably because he is. This kind of means he's a bit condensending, arrogant, and as a general rule as demeaning as if he were 6'7", Kauti, and evil (or raised by someone like that...
)
Skills:
--Emotional strength: He's very, very hard to lead astray with false information due to an immediate cynical, presuming nature. He'll recognize a lie and isn't particularly stupid. Actually, he's really, really not stupid. Heh.
--Physical strength: ....he can tie knots very fast? Give me a break, he's a 7 year old kid, he's not physically strong. He's fast and agile, but really...
--Skill: Give him three days, an instruction book, and the right supplies to try it, and he'll have it mastered in no time. Currently, he's a computer genius, can reprogram a machine to do whatever he wants it to do, knows how to hack into the phone lines, and is trying to find a way to surpass the speed of light and create a semi-sentient device to tie all worlds together in one easily accessable knot.
Weaknesses:
--Emotional weakness: He hates people, isn't very friendly, is cold, demeaning, doesn't act like a kid, was born a genius and therefore didn't get a childhood... mmm... yeah, no emotional weaknesses at all.
--Physical weakness: I already said he's not very strong at all, and will remain that way.
--Something you can't do very well: Smile or laugh. It would probably break his face.
It's a potential idea that he may have been possessed for a while, giving him this burst of age.
History: It shows up below. Heh.
Family members (if known): Eh, he HAD parents. Marlyne Seon and Jiesho Reed. After he, er, ACCIDENTLY programmed the blender to kill his father, his mother got all depressed and died shortly after from "unknown" causes. He was five at the time. After which, he convinced the family's servants to move them off to a city, found a magic user, got himself teleported off planet along with the house, and set up in the middle of another world. He hasn't yet figured out which one it is, as he's lived on Terra ((FF6 or 8, I think)) most of his life, and is unfamiliar with this territory. Besides, he's been too busy figuring out a plan to use magic to make all worlds tied together.
Portrait (if you have one):
SAMPLE POST IS REQUIRED:
And he's just a child. Jaelan had far outgrown the need for a babysitter, though at times he hired one himself under the guise of his mother's voice imprint simply to keep an approprate appearance. After all, he had to go to school and get a—he could hear his mind mimicking that mocking voice—proper education. As if one needed it when they were perfectly capible of calculating pi to quite a few digits, writing programs to mimic his parents voices and images, and slowly and steadily gaining the knowledge needed to consider pushing the current rulers off of their thrones.
He unnerved her, that tiny woman who served as a babysitter, Jael knew it. He would've perferred someone more intellegent, but she didn't ask questions. At least, not ordinarily. Nor did she force him to go through the childish banters—"Oh, you're so cute! Let's go out and play on the swingset!"—but simply left him on the computer.
She watched him, he knew. Though he was limited enough not to know why. Was she suspicious? Was she simply doing her job?
If the former, he regretted it, he would have to silence her somehow. Though perhaps she knew... she always seemed to be away when he wanted to 'ask' her a few questions. Almost too convenient, but it wasn't escapable. People grew supicious when children didn't have a nanny with them in the city...
Nickname: Jael is fine.
Age: 7
Species: For all sakes and appearances, utterly human
Role: Villain
Height: 4'4"
Weight: 58lbs
Hair: Pale blond and straight, left reasonably long. If he wanted to, he could put it in a short and dorky looking ponytail. But he doesn't.
Eyes: Very pale gray
Gender: Male
Handiness: Left-handed
Identifying marks: As his body is still quite young, he heals quickly. Any bumps and bruises received probably will heal up in a few days as long as they're not deep. He has no notable scarring. He doesn't have freckles. It might be noted that an identifying mark, for his age, would be simply that he's tall and skinny, and his expression is not the goofy "let's run around and play on the swingset!" grin of an ordinary child.
Homeworld: Terra
Alignment: Chaotic evil/true neutral (look it up... XP) (useful: neppyman.irulethe.net/dndwho/)
Typical clothing: Probably a neatly pressed light-color shirt, or a brown tunic, and dark brown or black pants. White socks. A belt. You know, the typical haughty rich kid look.
Weapon: It would definately depend on the situation, but he dislikes looking like he's carrying a weapon. Is likely to have a dagger or small gun. Would rather use magic.
Magic user
Inventory: No cell phone, because he's too young to have one, according to the people who make them. Your parents can get you one! (he's decided his first job will be to change those rules) As a general rule, he does not carry very much with himself. He'll carry rations, will definately carry a small first aid kit, and possibly a sewing kit. Will carry money. Will carry matches. As a general rule, though, he doesn't need or want much, and doesn't exactly plan on travelling a lot; he stays indoors and hidden.
Possessions: His parents' house. He's too young to get a driver's liscence.
Personality: Jaelan tends to think that he's, well, better than other people. Probably because he is. This kind of means he's a bit condensending, arrogant, and as a general rule as demeaning as if he were 6'7", Kauti, and evil (or raised by someone like that...
)Skills:
--Emotional strength: He's very, very hard to lead astray with false information due to an immediate cynical, presuming nature. He'll recognize a lie and isn't particularly stupid. Actually, he's really, really not stupid. Heh.
--Physical strength: ....he can tie knots very fast? Give me a break, he's a 7 year old kid, he's not physically strong. He's fast and agile, but really...
--Skill: Give him three days, an instruction book, and the right supplies to try it, and he'll have it mastered in no time. Currently, he's a computer genius, can reprogram a machine to do whatever he wants it to do, knows how to hack into the phone lines, and is trying to find a way to surpass the speed of light and create a semi-sentient device to tie all worlds together in one easily accessable knot.
Weaknesses:
--Emotional weakness: He hates people, isn't very friendly, is cold, demeaning, doesn't act like a kid, was born a genius and therefore didn't get a childhood... mmm... yeah, no emotional weaknesses at all.
--Physical weakness: I already said he's not very strong at all, and will remain that way.
--Something you can't do very well: Smile or laugh. It would probably break his face.
It's a potential idea that he may have been possessed for a while, giving him this burst of age.
History: It shows up below. Heh.
Family members (if known): Eh, he HAD parents. Marlyne Seon and Jiesho Reed. After he, er, ACCIDENTLY programmed the blender to kill his father, his mother got all depressed and died shortly after from "unknown" causes. He was five at the time. After which, he convinced the family's servants to move them off to a city, found a magic user, got himself teleported off planet along with the house, and set up in the middle of another world. He hasn't yet figured out which one it is, as he's lived on Terra ((FF6 or 8, I think)) most of his life, and is unfamiliar with this territory. Besides, he's been too busy figuring out a plan to use magic to make all worlds tied together.
Portrait (if you have one):
SAMPLE POST IS REQUIRED:
And he's just a child. Jaelan had far outgrown the need for a babysitter, though at times he hired one himself under the guise of his mother's voice imprint simply to keep an approprate appearance. After all, he had to go to school and get a—he could hear his mind mimicking that mocking voice—proper education. As if one needed it when they were perfectly capible of calculating pi to quite a few digits, writing programs to mimic his parents voices and images, and slowly and steadily gaining the knowledge needed to consider pushing the current rulers off of their thrones.
He unnerved her, that tiny woman who served as a babysitter, Jael knew it. He would've perferred someone more intellegent, but she didn't ask questions. At least, not ordinarily. Nor did she force him to go through the childish banters—"Oh, you're so cute! Let's go out and play on the swingset!"—but simply left him on the computer.
She watched him, he knew. Though he was limited enough not to know why. Was she suspicious? Was she simply doing her job?
If the former, he regretted it, he would have to silence her somehow. Though perhaps she knew... she always seemed to be away when he wanted to 'ask' her a few questions. Almost too convenient, but it wasn't escapable. People grew supicious when children didn't have a nanny with them in the city...
