Post by Gunner Locksley on Aug 2, 2012 18:21:01 GMT -5
{Name of Character} Gunner Locksley
{Age/School Year:} 18/College Courses
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{Special Talent/skill inherited from parents}: He’s inherited his mother’s green ‘glow’ ability.
{History: Living as an only child, so he believed with an adopted pair of parents. Gunner proved to be something of a lazy unmotivated kid from the beginning. Generally a quiet child, and became silenced by being perpetually angry when he reached an older age. Though, he’s mellowed out a bit in the more recent years, Gunner has a bad temper if provoked.
But he’s always kept to himself. A bit of a tougher nut to crack open, and the streak of a true rebel.
When the letter was found in the mess of his bed covers one night, it didn’t take long for him to pack his bag and hop out his window in the night. Of course he left a note explaining it to his foster parents, but this place gave a twinge of promise to fill that slight bit of fulfillment that he didn’t entirely understand. However sceptical he truly was of the whole thing.
{Adoptive Family – Harvey Locksley(Father) Barbara Locksley(Mother)}
{Likes – Girls, video games, sweets, weapons, and sketchbooks}
{Dislikes – Annoying people, obnoxious behaviour, bright eccentric clothing, and a lot of other things. Probably you. He’s not very friendly.}
{Fun Facts- He’s extremely agile and in good shape. He’s also very irritable. Calms himself by drawing, or breaking things. Doesn't color almost anything he draws. He's a sketcher}
{Sample Post: The weather was good and Gunner had found a bench under a nice tree, shading him and his pale skin from the harsh sun. He was leaned back, as the bench was close enough to the base of the tree to do so, and had one leg up, with his foot on the edge of the bench. His sketchbook sat in his lap, and he sat there, wildly stroking at the page with a dull pencil.
Who could say what went through his mind? Apparently he wasn't one of the more favoured among some of his peers. A few boys walked by, snickering while not so discretely looking his way.
"Blow me." he growled defiantly, his green eyes following them slowly from behind his dark messy locks of hair. His face still seemed bland, somewhat bored. And although he didn't look angry, he released an aura that suggested an immense amount of irritation.
((Hope this is good? Sorry for the shotty ref... xD))
{Age/School Year:} 18/College Courses
{Quote}
{Special Talent/skill inherited from parents}: He’s inherited his mother’s green ‘glow’ ability.
{History: Living as an only child, so he believed with an adopted pair of parents. Gunner proved to be something of a lazy unmotivated kid from the beginning. Generally a quiet child, and became silenced by being perpetually angry when he reached an older age. Though, he’s mellowed out a bit in the more recent years, Gunner has a bad temper if provoked.
But he’s always kept to himself. A bit of a tougher nut to crack open, and the streak of a true rebel.
When the letter was found in the mess of his bed covers one night, it didn’t take long for him to pack his bag and hop out his window in the night. Of course he left a note explaining it to his foster parents, but this place gave a twinge of promise to fill that slight bit of fulfillment that he didn’t entirely understand. However sceptical he truly was of the whole thing.
{Adoptive Family – Harvey Locksley(Father) Barbara Locksley(Mother)}
{Likes – Girls, video games, sweets, weapons, and sketchbooks}
{Dislikes – Annoying people, obnoxious behaviour, bright eccentric clothing, and a lot of other things. Probably you. He’s not very friendly.}
{Fun Facts- He’s extremely agile and in good shape. He’s also very irritable. Calms himself by drawing, or breaking things. Doesn't color almost anything he draws. He's a sketcher}
{Sample Post: The weather was good and Gunner had found a bench under a nice tree, shading him and his pale skin from the harsh sun. He was leaned back, as the bench was close enough to the base of the tree to do so, and had one leg up, with his foot on the edge of the bench. His sketchbook sat in his lap, and he sat there, wildly stroking at the page with a dull pencil.
Who could say what went through his mind? Apparently he wasn't one of the more favoured among some of his peers. A few boys walked by, snickering while not so discretely looking his way.
"Blow me." he growled defiantly, his green eyes following them slowly from behind his dark messy locks of hair. His face still seemed bland, somewhat bored. And although he didn't look angry, he released an aura that suggested an immense amount of irritation.
((Hope this is good? Sorry for the shotty ref... xD))
