Post by damiennathaniel on Nov 5, 2010 21:57:14 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Mag and this is my First character. I found this site through Yols. Something you should know about me is I love rping.
Canon: Greek Mythology
Custom Title: The Ultimate Price Is Death
PHYSICAL
Age:27
Gender: male
Appearance:
Height:5'8
Body: average build
Other distinguishing features:
Wardrobe: Black with a red tie normally worn He is somewhat tidy in his appreance. [/ul]
Play By:Gerard Way
PERSONALITY
General personality:Dry wit, his humor can be very dark and can be quick to the point. His hobbies mainly include staying up at all hours of the night working on his mortician work.He is also more level headed than most which makes it hard for him to cry. Damien is a kind hearted soul but also can be very cryptic with his words. He is a nautral born leader who always follows his own set of rules. He is almost always seen reading during his free time in the morgue after he is done taking care of the bodies for the funreals.
Damien secertly longs for another to be a companion to him and doesn't care really at what cost. He has a fear of dying of alone with only his work and the corpses to keep him company. Damien views it as his job to becon people to the other side and comfort the family they leave behind.
(Two paragraphs minimum. You may also want to describe your characters' ambitions, fears, hobbies, and quirks)
Quotes, frequently used expressions: Death comes for us all
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: Science, A strong stomach,consoling
Weaknesses:loneliness, trusting, attracted to the dark and mysterious
BACKGROUND
Family: Parents: Stephen and Miranda
Education:Graduated at the top of his class with all As
Occupation: Mortician
Worst past experience:Kids used to torment him in school
Best past experience: Getting all A's in Funreal services education
Image: Dark and mysterious to some. To others they can confide in him
History:Damien Nathianel was born into a catholic background where his parents used to force him to go to private school every single day. He had always been interested in religion or so his parents thought. What he was really interested in was how some people just died. When he was in school kids used to tease him for finding the most obscure and creepy things so tame. One day Damien found a stray dog on the side of the street as road kill as he exmained the remains others thought it was creepy and didnt want anything to do with him.
When Damien got out of private school he then attended a college to become a mortician in New York. While working as a mortician he has met many people of loved ones and they sometimes come to him when they need to grieve. He has found himself most of the time in no one's company besides the corspes that he has had to handle.
Damien was also born with a conditon called Photophobia which he is being treated for. It is a condition in which he has to take mediction in the morning to avoid early headaches and from getting sick. He has to make sure to almost always avoid constant direct sunlight. Therefore he mainly works inside the funreal home until nightfall where and when he visits the cemetary.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: Damien woke up that morning with the sun shining in through his windows and he squinted as he tried to shield his eyes with his forearm. Groaning Damien got up from his bed walking towards the kitchen trying his best to not gain a headache from the sun rays hitting his slightly closed eyelids. Finally reaching the cupboard that held his medication that the doctor had prescribed him ever since he was young Damien hurridely opened the bottle of medicine and spilled the contents almost all the way on top of the counter. As he scooped up some of the pills he placed the medication on to the back of tonuge and swallowed suddenly as he reached for a cup of water. Placing the cup of water to his lips he quickly drank it and sighed as he leaned his bnck against the door to the kitchen as he did so. As soon as he gotten done taking his medication the phone rang. Picking up the reciever he placed the glass back on the counter.
"H-Hello..." Damien choked out as he spoke. It was too early in the morning to be getting phone calls. He wondered who would call him at such an ungodly hour he wasn't ready to take care of bussiness just yet. " Damien, thank goodness you're awake." He heard the other man say on the other end who seemed to be in a rush. " Yeah I am awake but I don't ...." He began and then got cut off suddenly.
"It's about your parents. Damien, I am sorry but.... Damien hello are you there?" Damien almost dropped the phone as he held it with a shaky hand. " You don't have to tell me anymore. " Damien said looking at his curtains that was covering the window. " You going to be alright, Damien? I am sorry I have to be the bearer of bad news. I hate telling you this more than anything."
" Yes I will be alright. Even my parents can't escape death. I guess I should have realized that none of us can cheat death. When shall I come to work?" He asked hoping that he would be the mortician to take care of his own parents funreal. Damien knew that they had always wanted to take care of them if anything did happen and now it was time to do what he was best at. " You sure you can handle this? I mean it is your parents. "
" I can take care of the work. They would want it this way." Damien continued. " Of course. Then I would say right away. " THe other man said. Damien then hung up the phone sighing heavily. Tears stayed back and didn't flow instead he had more level head then most.
Damien "Thanatos" Nathaniel
Middle Class
Middle Class
Canon: Greek Mythology
Custom Title: The Ultimate Price Is Death
PHYSICAL
Age:27
Gender: male
Appearance:
Height:5'8
Body: average build
Other distinguishing features:
Wardrobe: Black with a red tie normally worn He is somewhat tidy in his appreance. [/ul]
Play By:Gerard Way
PERSONALITY
General personality:Dry wit, his humor can be very dark and can be quick to the point. His hobbies mainly include staying up at all hours of the night working on his mortician work.He is also more level headed than most which makes it hard for him to cry. Damien is a kind hearted soul but also can be very cryptic with his words. He is a nautral born leader who always follows his own set of rules. He is almost always seen reading during his free time in the morgue after he is done taking care of the bodies for the funreals.
Damien secertly longs for another to be a companion to him and doesn't care really at what cost. He has a fear of dying of alone with only his work and the corpses to keep him company. Damien views it as his job to becon people to the other side and comfort the family they leave behind.
(Two paragraphs minimum. You may also want to describe your characters' ambitions, fears, hobbies, and quirks)
Quotes, frequently used expressions: Death comes for us all
Likes:
- The Dark
- Gothic music
- Poetry
Dislikes:
- people who test him with words aka be it teasing or otherwise maliciouness
- direct sunlight
- people who dont like the work that he does
Strengths: Science, A strong stomach,consoling
Weaknesses:loneliness, trusting, attracted to the dark and mysterious
BACKGROUND
Family: Parents: Stephen and Miranda
Education:Graduated at the top of his class with all As
Occupation: Mortician
Worst past experience:Kids used to torment him in school
Best past experience: Getting all A's in Funreal services education
Image: Dark and mysterious to some. To others they can confide in him
History:Damien Nathianel was born into a catholic background where his parents used to force him to go to private school every single day. He had always been interested in religion or so his parents thought. What he was really interested in was how some people just died. When he was in school kids used to tease him for finding the most obscure and creepy things so tame. One day Damien found a stray dog on the side of the street as road kill as he exmained the remains others thought it was creepy and didnt want anything to do with him.
When Damien got out of private school he then attended a college to become a mortician in New York. While working as a mortician he has met many people of loved ones and they sometimes come to him when they need to grieve. He has found himself most of the time in no one's company besides the corspes that he has had to handle.
Damien was also born with a conditon called Photophobia which he is being treated for. It is a condition in which he has to take mediction in the morning to avoid early headaches and from getting sick. He has to make sure to almost always avoid constant direct sunlight. Therefore he mainly works inside the funreal home until nightfall where and when he visits the cemetary.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample: Damien woke up that morning with the sun shining in through his windows and he squinted as he tried to shield his eyes with his forearm. Groaning Damien got up from his bed walking towards the kitchen trying his best to not gain a headache from the sun rays hitting his slightly closed eyelids. Finally reaching the cupboard that held his medication that the doctor had prescribed him ever since he was young Damien hurridely opened the bottle of medicine and spilled the contents almost all the way on top of the counter. As he scooped up some of the pills he placed the medication on to the back of tonuge and swallowed suddenly as he reached for a cup of water. Placing the cup of water to his lips he quickly drank it and sighed as he leaned his bnck against the door to the kitchen as he did so. As soon as he gotten done taking his medication the phone rang. Picking up the reciever he placed the glass back on the counter.
"H-Hello..." Damien choked out as he spoke. It was too early in the morning to be getting phone calls. He wondered who would call him at such an ungodly hour he wasn't ready to take care of bussiness just yet. " Damien, thank goodness you're awake." He heard the other man say on the other end who seemed to be in a rush. " Yeah I am awake but I don't ...." He began and then got cut off suddenly.
"It's about your parents. Damien, I am sorry but.... Damien hello are you there?" Damien almost dropped the phone as he held it with a shaky hand. " You don't have to tell me anymore. " Damien said looking at his curtains that was covering the window. " You going to be alright, Damien? I am sorry I have to be the bearer of bad news. I hate telling you this more than anything."
" Yes I will be alright. Even my parents can't escape death. I guess I should have realized that none of us can cheat death. When shall I come to work?" He asked hoping that he would be the mortician to take care of his own parents funreal. Damien knew that they had always wanted to take care of them if anything did happen and now it was time to do what he was best at. " You sure you can handle this? I mean it is your parents. "
" I can take care of the work. They would want it this way." Damien continued. " Of course. Then I would say right away. " THe other man said. Damien then hung up the phone sighing heavily. Tears stayed back and didn't flow instead he had more level head then most.
