Post by Mariana Hawkins on Jul 26, 2012 1:25:20 GMT -5
{Name of Character: Amir Ali}
{Age/School Year: 16/Junior
I swear if I wasn’t playing the both of them they’d be official because I ship them like FedEx <3
{So I’m a prince? Cool.}
{Special Talent/skill inherited from parents: He’s quite the little thief, a natural talent that he hasn’t yet tried, but has been considering, if only to see if he’s like his good ‘ol daddy. He’s also inherited his cocky and laid back demeanor, but mostly laid back. Like his dad he can handle himself, and likes watching and participating in fights (not that he goes looking for them, just competitive boxing and things like that. }
{History: Amir did not grow up with much. Much like his father before him he grew up an orphan, not knowing his true parentage. His friends at the orphanage grew up in loved him like family, and he them, and that was all he ever needed. His good sense of humor and laid back attitude made it easy for him to make friends. He never really wanted to know his parents, but assumed they must have had a good reason for not keeping him. He always liked to see good in people, and his non-existent parents were no exception. With his 18th birthday creeping up in little over a year and little to no plans for the future he was slowly growing worried.
However, his saving grace came when he received a letter telling him of who he really was. Son of Aladdin and Jasmine, prince of Agrabah, and a child of Disney. He was inwardly shocked, but didn’t let anyone know that. Obviously he didn’t need anyone’s permission to go, so he said farewell to his friends and left his “home”. }
{Adoptive Family – None.}
{Likes –
- Cars
- Fighting
- Flirting (not heavily or anything, he’s just naturally flirty to girls)
- Animals, particularly wild ones}
{Dislikes –
- Letting others know when they’ve got the best of him
- Disney Villains, particularly from the Aladdin series, particularly Jafar
- Losing his temper (He’s a seriously laid back guy, and when he snaps at people he really snaps, he usually winds up regretting it)
- Unpleasant people (though if they put on a good enough façade he’ll probably fall for it}
{Fun Facts:
- He never felt ashamed of being an orphan/streetrat, and learning that his father was disappoints him
- He’ll never admit it, but he’d actually like to meet his parents
- He has a fascination with cars and fast things, he always swore if he made It big he’d splurge on a menagerie of cars, motorcycles, anything with wheels
- He doesn’t care what anybody thinks about him being an orphan, he’s proud of who he is}
{Sample Post: }
So, this was it, huh? It was big, more like a castle than a school. Maybe he should get used to this, he was a born prince after all. Even he wasn’t raised as such. He dropped his duffel bag full of clothes on the grass as he stared up at the intimidating building. It looked nothing like his would-be home, the Palace of Agrabah, and more like something out of Beauty and the Beast or Cinderella, but still huge, and beautiful.
He let out a drawn out sight and ran his fingers through his thick head of hair. He didn’t know what to make of this entire situation, and thus far he’d done a good job of keeping it inside, but he didn’t know what was going to happen from now on. Or if anything would be any different at all. He didn’t want to waste time dwelling on it, but it kept creeping into his mind when he wasn’t paying attention. Whatever way he looked at it, this place was certainly not the orphanage he’d known all his life. He didn’t know how well he would or would not adjust.
{Age/School Year: 16/Junior
{So I’m a prince? Cool.}
{Special Talent/skill inherited from parents: He’s quite the little thief, a natural talent that he hasn’t yet tried, but has been considering, if only to see if he’s like his good ‘ol daddy. He’s also inherited his cocky and laid back demeanor, but mostly laid back. Like his dad he can handle himself, and likes watching and participating in fights (not that he goes looking for them, just competitive boxing and things like that. }
{History: Amir did not grow up with much. Much like his father before him he grew up an orphan, not knowing his true parentage. His friends at the orphanage grew up in loved him like family, and he them, and that was all he ever needed. His good sense of humor and laid back attitude made it easy for him to make friends. He never really wanted to know his parents, but assumed they must have had a good reason for not keeping him. He always liked to see good in people, and his non-existent parents were no exception. With his 18th birthday creeping up in little over a year and little to no plans for the future he was slowly growing worried.
However, his saving grace came when he received a letter telling him of who he really was. Son of Aladdin and Jasmine, prince of Agrabah, and a child of Disney. He was inwardly shocked, but didn’t let anyone know that. Obviously he didn’t need anyone’s permission to go, so he said farewell to his friends and left his “home”. }
{Adoptive Family – None.}
{Likes –
- Cars
- Fighting
- Flirting (not heavily or anything, he’s just naturally flirty to girls)
- Animals, particularly wild ones}
{Dislikes –
- Letting others know when they’ve got the best of him
- Disney Villains, particularly from the Aladdin series, particularly Jafar
- Losing his temper (He’s a seriously laid back guy, and when he snaps at people he really snaps, he usually winds up regretting it)
- Unpleasant people (though if they put on a good enough façade he’ll probably fall for it}
{Fun Facts:
- He never felt ashamed of being an orphan/streetrat, and learning that his father was disappoints him
- He’ll never admit it, but he’d actually like to meet his parents
- He has a fascination with cars and fast things, he always swore if he made It big he’d splurge on a menagerie of cars, motorcycles, anything with wheels
- He doesn’t care what anybody thinks about him being an orphan, he’s proud of who he is}
{Sample Post: }
So, this was it, huh? It was big, more like a castle than a school. Maybe he should get used to this, he was a born prince after all. Even he wasn’t raised as such. He dropped his duffel bag full of clothes on the grass as he stared up at the intimidating building. It looked nothing like his would-be home, the Palace of Agrabah, and more like something out of Beauty and the Beast or Cinderella, but still huge, and beautiful.
He let out a drawn out sight and ran his fingers through his thick head of hair. He didn’t know what to make of this entire situation, and thus far he’d done a good job of keeping it inside, but he didn’t know what was going to happen from now on. Or if anything would be any different at all. He didn’t want to waste time dwelling on it, but it kept creeping into his mind when he wasn’t paying attention. Whatever way he looked at it, this place was certainly not the orphanage he’d known all his life. He didn’t know how well he would or would not adjust.