Post by Spirit Marisa Kirisame on Nov 24, 2010 10:07:10 GMT -5
listen, the birds sing, listen, the bells ring 彡
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FULL NAME Harper Amadeus Sinclair
GENDER Male
AGE Seventeen. Born on the 1st of September, and is a Virgo.
APPEARANCE You can't help but to do a double take on this guy - For a fleeting moment, one would assume Harper is a girl, but he's clearly not after one takes a moment to notice he does bear some resemblance to a male (that and an overly flat chest and no nice curves tells all.) He stands at a clean 1.72 metres - Not the tallest thing out there, but relatively decent enough at his age, he would suppose. His skinny build and narrow shoulders give others the impression that he's a girl, and his weight is a very unconvincing 47 kilograms.
His features are moderately refined - a sharp jaw and high cheekbones, while his nose stops short of being completely sharp. His hair can be said to be his life. A rich, vibrant shade of cobalt blue, a long fringe that sweeps over one eye (coincidentally, of the same colour) in large columns. The rest of his hair falls evenly, ending at his neck rather smoothly. His neck is barely elongated, but mostly concealed behind his high collars, a personal taste. In his own vanity, Harper will not hesitate to do his hair nicely. It's a terrible mess in the morning and badly dishevelled, which he sees as not presentable for the general public.
It can be said that Harper takes great care in choosing his choice of clothes. His personal style usually includes wearing collared shirts and a vest to go with it. He prefers ribbons and bow ties to suit ties, and presents himself with air of class and style. Most of his clothes are of a more basic white black colour code, but he does consider colours like shades of brown and rarely blue on certain occasions. His shoes are a classy, glossed shade of black, which remain on him for most of his time.
PERSONALITY To some extent, it is undeniable that Harper is an asshole. He's snotty and proud of himself, and undoubtedly arrogant. He is in no way reckless, however. This male sees himself as a refined gentleman - He would gladly hold back the idea of charging into a battle brashly for the sake of his image. The reputation he sees himself to uphold is of great importance to him. Losing face in any way is considered by Harper to be a great blow to him and his rather egoistical persona. His ego is more than enough to get him over zealous and of course, fail at the end. While not rude, Harper will not hesitate to rub into one's face about his accomplishments and successes, blatantly leaving out his failures for the sake of looking good.
While not entirely a social butterfly, Harper sees friends as necessary to a certain extent. He sees himself to depend on them, but not mooch off them completely, but not to assist them in any way they need in their times of need. It could be said that Harper is selfish and vain, seeing himself as only to serve well, himself. His looks, once again, are of great importance to him, so much so he might as well be called a pretty boy. To some extent even, charming. Dolling up is a necessity, as is looking presentable and well, perfect in general. Even a Pokemon's looks matter to him, and he rarely treats those he sees as inferior with a little nasty streak.
While Harper appears cheerful and kind to most, once people strike a conversation with this guy it is apparent to all that he is quite the pessimist. He's mostly very serious with his work and tends to refuse getting down and dirty. He has had his fair share of hearing sexual innuendo and the like, preferring to deny any accusations of himself having sex or being a virgin any way. Still, while his mindset remains that of a pessimist, he does prefer smiling, for it hides truth and conceals his more negative personality points. Although, the expression upon his face is more of a prideful smirk than one of a cheerful grin about how beautiful the world is.
HISTORY It was this time of the year that the leaves on the trees had turned a lovely shade of auburn and orange that Harper was born into the world. It was clear as day that Harper was to be brought up in a family that openly flaunted its wealth, and carried an air of royalty wherever they went. Harper was spoilt as a child - He got whatever he needed and his needs were quickly satisfied with the use of some greens. He never had the chance to feel what it was like to lose everything. One thing, however, he never got to enjoy, was Pokémon. His upbringing was uptight and strict to a large extent. His parents saw Pokémon as creatures and vicious beasts that would potentially hurt Harper.
Instead, he was exposed to the fine arts and languages instead of more uptight subjects like the sciences. Harper took lessons from morning to evening, and soon enough he became well versed in Italian and English, as well as basic French. By the time he turned 13 he became obsessed over looks and spent hours in the morning (and thereof skipping morning classes) just trying to take his usually unruly hair and his bad case of bed hair. His parents began to see this as a problem, but yet did not see fit in fixing his queer addiction to dolling himself up.
As the years passed, Harper saw how restrained his lifestyle was, being cooped up in a extravagant mansion with nothing but studies that bored him to no end. This consequently led to a rebellious streak from seventeen year old Harper, which his parents did not take kindly to. Harper saw himself breaking away from his conformist parents and eager to leave, took most of his things and left in a hasty manner, keen to get away from his over protective family. During this time, he managed to experience what appeared to be the world as it was, getting himself lost in the madness of the bustling cities.
Undoubtedly he got himself into quite the wreck in his journey. Unknowingly, Harper ventured into the Wayward Caves, and after getting himself lost for quite some time, his eyes fell onto a small gleaming egg in the middle of a nest. Arrogant as he was he scooped it up and deemed it his prize. The only catch? Getting chased by two hell of a pissed Garchomp. Lady Luck however, was with him, and he successfully managed to evade being butchered to his death. In his embrace, the egg hatched some time after, revealing itself to be a small female Gible with one hell of an attitude. He battled not with the creature and rather just kept it close by. Deciding it was no longer safe to remain in Sinnoh, it took him a boat ride and he was off to Cheyenne, in hopes of fulfilling an emptiness he could not place his finger on.
OTHER Killing Givanke and Gilbo, yessiree.
GENDER Male
AGE Seventeen. Born on the 1st of September, and is a Virgo.
APPEARANCE You can't help but to do a double take on this guy - For a fleeting moment, one would assume Harper is a girl, but he's clearly not after one takes a moment to notice he does bear some resemblance to a male (that and an overly flat chest and no nice curves tells all.) He stands at a clean 1.72 metres - Not the tallest thing out there, but relatively decent enough at his age, he would suppose. His skinny build and narrow shoulders give others the impression that he's a girl, and his weight is a very unconvincing 47 kilograms.
His features are moderately refined - a sharp jaw and high cheekbones, while his nose stops short of being completely sharp. His hair can be said to be his life. A rich, vibrant shade of cobalt blue, a long fringe that sweeps over one eye (coincidentally, of the same colour) in large columns. The rest of his hair falls evenly, ending at his neck rather smoothly. His neck is barely elongated, but mostly concealed behind his high collars, a personal taste. In his own vanity, Harper will not hesitate to do his hair nicely. It's a terrible mess in the morning and badly dishevelled, which he sees as not presentable for the general public.
It can be said that Harper takes great care in choosing his choice of clothes. His personal style usually includes wearing collared shirts and a vest to go with it. He prefers ribbons and bow ties to suit ties, and presents himself with air of class and style. Most of his clothes are of a more basic white black colour code, but he does consider colours like shades of brown and rarely blue on certain occasions. His shoes are a classy, glossed shade of black, which remain on him for most of his time.
PERSONALITY To some extent, it is undeniable that Harper is an asshole. He's snotty and proud of himself, and undoubtedly arrogant. He is in no way reckless, however. This male sees himself as a refined gentleman - He would gladly hold back the idea of charging into a battle brashly for the sake of his image. The reputation he sees himself to uphold is of great importance to him. Losing face in any way is considered by Harper to be a great blow to him and his rather egoistical persona. His ego is more than enough to get him over zealous and of course, fail at the end. While not rude, Harper will not hesitate to rub into one's face about his accomplishments and successes, blatantly leaving out his failures for the sake of looking good.
While not entirely a social butterfly, Harper sees friends as necessary to a certain extent. He sees himself to depend on them, but not mooch off them completely, but not to assist them in any way they need in their times of need. It could be said that Harper is selfish and vain, seeing himself as only to serve well, himself. His looks, once again, are of great importance to him, so much so he might as well be called a pretty boy. To some extent even, charming. Dolling up is a necessity, as is looking presentable and well, perfect in general. Even a Pokemon's looks matter to him, and he rarely treats those he sees as inferior with a little nasty streak.
While Harper appears cheerful and kind to most, once people strike a conversation with this guy it is apparent to all that he is quite the pessimist. He's mostly very serious with his work and tends to refuse getting down and dirty. He has had his fair share of hearing sexual innuendo and the like, preferring to deny any accusations of himself having sex or being a virgin any way. Still, while his mindset remains that of a pessimist, he does prefer smiling, for it hides truth and conceals his more negative personality points. Although, the expression upon his face is more of a prideful smirk than one of a cheerful grin about how beautiful the world is.
HISTORY It was this time of the year that the leaves on the trees had turned a lovely shade of auburn and orange that Harper was born into the world. It was clear as day that Harper was to be brought up in a family that openly flaunted its wealth, and carried an air of royalty wherever they went. Harper was spoilt as a child - He got whatever he needed and his needs were quickly satisfied with the use of some greens. He never had the chance to feel what it was like to lose everything. One thing, however, he never got to enjoy, was Pokémon. His upbringing was uptight and strict to a large extent. His parents saw Pokémon as creatures and vicious beasts that would potentially hurt Harper.
Instead, he was exposed to the fine arts and languages instead of more uptight subjects like the sciences. Harper took lessons from morning to evening, and soon enough he became well versed in Italian and English, as well as basic French. By the time he turned 13 he became obsessed over looks and spent hours in the morning (and thereof skipping morning classes) just trying to take his usually unruly hair and his bad case of bed hair. His parents began to see this as a problem, but yet did not see fit in fixing his queer addiction to dolling himself up.
As the years passed, Harper saw how restrained his lifestyle was, being cooped up in a extravagant mansion with nothing but studies that bored him to no end. This consequently led to a rebellious streak from seventeen year old Harper, which his parents did not take kindly to. Harper saw himself breaking away from his conformist parents and eager to leave, took most of his things and left in a hasty manner, keen to get away from his over protective family. During this time, he managed to experience what appeared to be the world as it was, getting himself lost in the madness of the bustling cities.
Undoubtedly he got himself into quite the wreck in his journey. Unknowingly, Harper ventured into the Wayward Caves, and after getting himself lost for quite some time, his eyes fell onto a small gleaming egg in the middle of a nest. Arrogant as he was he scooped it up and deemed it his prize. The only catch? Getting chased by two hell of a pissed Garchomp. Lady Luck however, was with him, and he successfully managed to evade being butchered to his death. In his embrace, the egg hatched some time after, revealing itself to be a small female Gible with one hell of an attitude. He battled not with the creature and rather just kept it close by. Deciding it was no longer safe to remain in Sinnoh, it took him a boat ride and he was off to Cheyenne, in hopes of fulfilling an emptiness he could not place his finger on.
OTHER Killing Givanke and Gilbo, yessiree.
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