Post by denis on Mar 5, 2013 14:39:07 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #1f4579 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] At the end of the day you're another day colder FULL NAME: Denis Dubois NICKNAMES: “Mouche”, Dan, Denis HERITAGE: French AGE: Fifteen GROUP: Citizen (Thief) CANON: No PLAYBY: Charlie Rowe ----- PERSONALITY: (At least two paragraphs, include likes and dislikes etc) APPEARANCE: Denis has always been small for his age. He became “Mouche” partly because he never failed to find the best places to hide—and spy on people like a fly on a wall. Born thin, Denis grew up lanky with bony arms and elbows. His long, thin fingers make perfect tools for picking pockets. When a job takes more than a light touch, Denis flashes a disarming smile at unsuspecting victims. If even that doesn’t work, he prays for the sympathy boat, and hopes his big, brown eyes are sad enough to get a free pass. His shabby clothing and dirty, unruly brown hair prove he lives on the streets, but sometimes one just can’t count on the humanity of strangers. GOALS: Living day to day, moment to moment is the way of the streets. Every breath improvised so that a rogue exhale won’t get a body tossed in jail. Denis lives no differently. He rarely plans beyond the end of the day, excepting only a job at the end of the week. Safer to live without a plan. When you get comfy, you get sloppy. Though that’s not to say Denis doesn’t have some ideas for the future. He’s got this image of himself living like a king on some island somewhere at the end of a very exciting life. As for political parties, well, Denis just hopes all sides survive long enough so he can nick his share from them everyone starts killing each other off. HISTORY: “I’m not like my Papa. Even though I was just a kid, I remember him was a big man, with huge fists an’ thick arms. He worked as a laborer so he was gone a lot, an’ always tired an’ grumpy when he got back.” “Maman got lonely sometimes. She used to get dressed up real nice an’ go out with friends. Sometimes she brought them home for a party. Real smart looking gents with fancy hats an’ deep pockets.” “ Well one day Papa found out, an’ when he came home he went a bit mad. He socked the bloke in the mouth, and the top went straight down like a sack o’ potatoes. Maman screamed and ran into their bedroom. When Papa came out, he picked me up, an’ set me on his big shoulders an’ took me for a walk.” “Well les flics showed up, and locked Papa in the pen. They dropped me off at an orphanage, and from there I was shipped off to the country to lead a completely uninteresting existence.” “As soon as I had my fill of rural-living, I headed back to Paris, where the real fun is. Make my living off the streets. Some people say it ain’t honest work, but them’s never worked as hard as me.” ----- ALIAS: Gin AGE: Nineteen GENDER: Female OTHER CHARACTERS: N/A HOW DID YOU FIND US: RPGD – someone’s signature link ROLEPLAY SAMPLE: (This can be of any character) And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill |