Post by Roarke Devine on Aug 26, 2010 5:37:01 GMT -6
Player Questionnaire:
Are you 16 years of age or older? I am.
What time(s) are you generally online (Furcadia Standard Time)?
Usually around 3-4AM until 7AM each day depending on life.
What is your preferred play style (Strict Roleplay or Persona Roleplay)?
I don't mind either
Are you interested in taking on any IC positions (e.g. Bartender)?
I didn't join for a specific role, but if one was offered I would think it likely.
Are you interested in taking on any OOC responsibilities (e.g. Uploader)?
I don't think my time zone helps, but again if offered I'd think about my situation.
Character Questionnaire:
What is your character's full name? Roarke Devine (Last name made up by him due to a lack of a real name)
What is your character's Furcadia screen name? Roarke Devine
Briefly describe your character's appearance: Thick mane of black hair framing burning celtic blue eyes, and strong clean shaven jawline. Toned, muscled but not overly so but strength is one of his talents. Long, elegant hands and fingers that had once been trained for devious tasks, and on odd occasion slips back into their old habits.
Briefly describe your character's background:
'Raised' In the slums of Dublin by his father, Roarke. He was never given a name besides 'boy' and his discipline consisted of; If you disobey, you get beaten. If you do don't pick enough pockets, you get beaten. Then again, as he grew older he came to realize, he'd get beaten anyway. His mother was unknown to him, and his friends based on other pick pockets with little to no home. When he was found beaten almost to death, a con artist and his daughter took him in, tending to him and encouraging him to take his fathers name and make something of it even though he despised his father. When great sadness hit them Roarke decided he would take the words literally, and built his way from the poor slums into the rich man he is today.
Post an example of roleplay (no more than a paragraph or two):
Roarke Devine strolled through the busy streets of London. His eye keen for young thieves lurking, targeting his heavy pockets. He could have avoided such incidents by taking his carriage to the streets but he valued his good heath even in his forty's and lazing in a carriage for such short trips was a waste of opportunity. As he passed an alley a young boy walked out bumping into him. He apologized, turning to walk away, but with a quick sweep over his pocked he turned as well. Quick fingers wrapping about the boys arm to pull him back into the alley he had came.
While the boy struggled against his grip and screamed profanities, even threw a few punches against his chest Roarke looked at his eyes. Saw the fear he felt every time he had been caught when he was new to the game, every time his father had grabbed him in this vice like grip... In the tussle he's managed to pluck his wallet back and held it up now. "Un-wise to take a mans wallet don't you think." He said before flashing a grin. "I may be a rich man Son, but I grew up in the same profession as you did. Satisfied the boy wouldn't bolt, not with the bewildered look he possessed, he let his arm go and watched him brush off. Taking a glance at they alley's mouth before opening his wallet to take out what he remembered would've been a fortune to him and handing it down. "Next time, Son. Just ask me." He said with a slight Irish tilt and headed out leaving the boy to slink into the shadows as he had once done. He hadn't become rich by giving away his money, but he was all for a good cause.
Are you 16 years of age or older? I am.
What time(s) are you generally online (Furcadia Standard Time)?
Usually around 3-4AM until 7AM each day depending on life.
What is your preferred play style (Strict Roleplay or Persona Roleplay)?
I don't mind either
Are you interested in taking on any IC positions (e.g. Bartender)?
I didn't join for a specific role, but if one was offered I would think it likely.
Are you interested in taking on any OOC responsibilities (e.g. Uploader)?
I don't think my time zone helps, but again if offered I'd think about my situation.
Character Questionnaire:
What is your character's full name? Roarke Devine (Last name made up by him due to a lack of a real name)
What is your character's Furcadia screen name? Roarke Devine
Briefly describe your character's appearance: Thick mane of black hair framing burning celtic blue eyes, and strong clean shaven jawline. Toned, muscled but not overly so but strength is one of his talents. Long, elegant hands and fingers that had once been trained for devious tasks, and on odd occasion slips back into their old habits.
Briefly describe your character's background:
'Raised' In the slums of Dublin by his father, Roarke. He was never given a name besides 'boy' and his discipline consisted of; If you disobey, you get beaten. If you do don't pick enough pockets, you get beaten. Then again, as he grew older he came to realize, he'd get beaten anyway. His mother was unknown to him, and his friends based on other pick pockets with little to no home. When he was found beaten almost to death, a con artist and his daughter took him in, tending to him and encouraging him to take his fathers name and make something of it even though he despised his father. When great sadness hit them Roarke decided he would take the words literally, and built his way from the poor slums into the rich man he is today.
Post an example of roleplay (no more than a paragraph or two):
Roarke Devine strolled through the busy streets of London. His eye keen for young thieves lurking, targeting his heavy pockets. He could have avoided such incidents by taking his carriage to the streets but he valued his good heath even in his forty's and lazing in a carriage for such short trips was a waste of opportunity. As he passed an alley a young boy walked out bumping into him. He apologized, turning to walk away, but with a quick sweep over his pocked he turned as well. Quick fingers wrapping about the boys arm to pull him back into the alley he had came.
While the boy struggled against his grip and screamed profanities, even threw a few punches against his chest Roarke looked at his eyes. Saw the fear he felt every time he had been caught when he was new to the game, every time his father had grabbed him in this vice like grip... In the tussle he's managed to pluck his wallet back and held it up now. "Un-wise to take a mans wallet don't you think." He said before flashing a grin. "I may be a rich man Son, but I grew up in the same profession as you did. Satisfied the boy wouldn't bolt, not with the bewildered look he possessed, he let his arm go and watched him brush off. Taking a glance at they alley's mouth before opening his wallet to take out what he remembered would've been a fortune to him and handing it down. "Next time, Son. Just ask me." He said with a slight Irish tilt and headed out leaving the boy to slink into the shadows as he had once done. He hadn't become rich by giving away his money, but he was all for a good cause.