Post by Vanhi Thu'baan on Jul 27, 2012 1:20:26 GMT -5
{Name of Character}: Taj
{Age/School Year}: Fourteen/High School Freshman
{Picture of OC}:
(Note: Hair is actually black)
{Picture of Parent/Parents}
pinkzombiez.deviantart.com/art/i-c-u-thar-306851685
{Quote}: "I don't think that's such a good idea..."
{Special Talent/skill inherited from parents}: Necromancy
{History}:
Taj was found in a small, wooden box on someone's doorstep. Around the infant's neck was a golden necklace containing a picture of his parents. Following several unsuccessful attempts in contacting the baby's biological parents, he sent to an orphanage. Because of his powers (which involved brain-eating zombies and flying eels) nobody wanted to adopt Taj. They were scared of him.
Fourteen years of floor-scrubbing and window-washing (the headmaster was an evil old woman bent on world domination) Taj recieved a letter from Disney-inviting him to join his acedemy. Wishing to make something of himself, Taj abandoned his 'home' and went to school.
{Adoptive Family}: None
{Likes}:
{Dislikes}:
{Fun Facts}:
{Sample Post}:
"Vanhi! Vanhi!" Taj grabbed his sister's robes and pulled as hard as he could. "Help me! Amir's coming to take my lunch money!"
Vanhi picked up a chair and smashed it over her brother's head. "Shut the hell up, you little punk!" Vanhi screamed. "Can't you see I'm trying to concentrate?!" Vanhi held up her book, 'Torture for Dummies'.
"Sorry." Taj rubbed the area where his sister hit him before continuing. "I need a place to hide! Can I hide in your closet?"
"Hell no! I don't want your germs all over my nice clothes! Go die somewhere else!" Vanhi snapped. "Now if you'll excuse me-"
Taj clutched his sister's robes and started wailing like a newborn pig. "Please, Vanhi! If you don't help me, Amir's going to beat the living daylights out of me!"
Vanhi slammed her book down on the table. "Fine, but's gonna cost you!"
Taj gulped. "How much?" he asked meekly.
Vanhi casually studied her nails. "Oh nothing much. Just…YOUR DESSERT FOR ONE WEEK!"
"Done!" Taj handed Vanhi her chainsaw and beating stick.
"Thank you." Vanhi patted her brother on the head and went to teach the street rat a lesson he wouldn't forget.
{Age/School Year}: Fourteen/High School Freshman
{Picture of OC}:
(Note: Hair is actually black)
{Picture of Parent/Parents}
pinkzombiez.deviantart.com/art/i-c-u-thar-306851685
{Quote}: "I don't think that's such a good idea..."
{Special Talent/skill inherited from parents}: Necromancy
{History}:
Taj was found in a small, wooden box on someone's doorstep. Around the infant's neck was a golden necklace containing a picture of his parents. Following several unsuccessful attempts in contacting the baby's biological parents, he sent to an orphanage. Because of his powers (which involved brain-eating zombies and flying eels) nobody wanted to adopt Taj. They were scared of him.
Fourteen years of floor-scrubbing and window-washing (the headmaster was an evil old woman bent on world domination) Taj recieved a letter from Disney-inviting him to join his acedemy. Wishing to make something of himself, Taj abandoned his 'home' and went to school.
{Adoptive Family}: None
{Likes}:
- Necromancy
- Eels
- Chocolate Chip Cookies
- Listening to music
- Drawing pictures
- Vanhi
{Dislikes}:
- Getting into trouble
- Policemen
- Vanhi's shenanigans
- Aladdin (he's terrified of him XD)
- Mice
- Raisins
{Fun Facts}:
- Taj resembles his father, Mozenrath, more than his mother.
- Taj is extremely timid in comparison to his parents and sister.
- Despite his meekness, Taj is extremely powerful.
- Taj can't control his powers.
{Sample Post}:
"Vanhi! Vanhi!" Taj grabbed his sister's robes and pulled as hard as he could. "Help me! Amir's coming to take my lunch money!"
Vanhi picked up a chair and smashed it over her brother's head. "Shut the hell up, you little punk!" Vanhi screamed. "Can't you see I'm trying to concentrate?!" Vanhi held up her book, 'Torture for Dummies'.
"Sorry." Taj rubbed the area where his sister hit him before continuing. "I need a place to hide! Can I hide in your closet?"
"Hell no! I don't want your germs all over my nice clothes! Go die somewhere else!" Vanhi snapped. "Now if you'll excuse me-"
Taj clutched his sister's robes and started wailing like a newborn pig. "Please, Vanhi! If you don't help me, Amir's going to beat the living daylights out of me!"
Vanhi slammed her book down on the table. "Fine, but's gonna cost you!"
Taj gulped. "How much?" he asked meekly.
Vanhi casually studied her nails. "Oh nothing much. Just…YOUR DESSERT FOR ONE WEEK!"
"Done!" Taj handed Vanhi her chainsaw and beating stick.
"Thank you." Vanhi patted her brother on the head and went to teach the street rat a lesson he wouldn't forget.