rathy Aro
09-28-2008, 10:53 PM
Username: rathy Aro
GENERAL
Name: Zelite Coriander (Pronunciation: zē'līt côr-ē-ănd'ər)
Gender: Male
Age: 15
School: Katsura High
School Clubs:
Winter Track
Spring Track
Football (fall)
Skill Stats:
Stamina: 10.
Strength: 6.
Defense: 9.
Speed: 15.
Total Skill Points: 40.
Status: F-class
A-T Information:
A-T Information: Zelite’s ATs are standard in shape. The color scheme follows the same basic color scheme of most ATs. The dominant color on his ATs is black and over that are lime green highlights. In terms of performance his ATs are sub-par, which are fitting for an unranked rider.
LOOKS
Eye Color: Dark Brown (almost black)
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Light brown
Height/Weight: 5' 7"/ 129
Blood-type: O+
Overall Appearance:
Zelite’s overall profile is fairly typical in terms of his build, which is average, and the general shape of his body. The length of his legs, which are relatively long, is the only slightly atypical feature of his body type. His skin tone is reminiscent of copper, but a lighter shade. Zelite wear’s his ebony hair short, no longer than a few inches, so that the natural curls of his hair just become apparent. As for his face it leans more to a long shape rather than an oval one and it keeps with his light brown skin, but is disrupted by his essentially black eyes.
Zelite’s clothing generally fits into the category of just-classier-than-rags. His wardrobe usually consists of faded jeans and an unzipped sweat jacket, whose color’s are likely to have faded a bit, over a t-shirt. Of these articles of clothing the t-shirt is the only one likely to have a brand name. Zelite’s attire seldom changes, but he holds no loyalty to his current style and would change if it became convenient.
PERSONALITY
Likes:
Running
Fighting
Amusement Parks
Dislikes:
Boredom
People of authority
Falling
Hobbies:
Chilling
Playing video games
Harassing his sibling
Fears: Dying. Everything.
Goals: Not to die. Work with engineering or physics.
Overall Personality:
If one were to observe Zelite for a few days they would find him to be passive and rather unenthusiastic. They would be fairly accurate, but that only describes his basic personality. Though passive if he resolves to accomplish a task his will becomes unbreakable, but few things can serve as a potent impetus. One motivating force is protection: either of himself or someone he has decided to keep safe. Another deals with his fear; at times he feels he has to push past it and will do so (almost) regardless of the situation. In his general demeanor Zelite is sarcastic and critical, but is surprisingly drawn to others and sometimes vice-versa.
HISTORY
Birthplace: Okinawa, Japan
Birthdate: June 20th
Birthtime: 12:14 PM
Parents: James Coriander and Acacia Coriander (Pronunciation: ə-kā'shə)
Siblings: Older sister-Kana Coriander
Overall History:
James Warner was a young African-American male dedicated to the field of engineering or as he would call it the field of “creating our future .” He was just entering the MIT School of Engineering as a graduate. Acacia Coriander was a young Greek-American woman fascinated by the extraordinary things man can create. She too was entering the school. They crossed paths, no more than once, and were inspired by each other. The second time they were essentially engaged.
Their meeting each other changed their destinies and so did the researching abroad opportunity that would take them to their new permanent homeland where they would marry, where James would discard “that deadbeat’s” last name, where Acacia would become Kesha-senpai, where they’d both witness humanity complicate the account and description of phenomena (known as science) once more, where they would raise two children, one given a Greek name by his father and the other given a name of her native land, and where those children would develop in the shown world and in the enigmatic one of rogues, which the rouges can only label with one word: freedom.
Zelite found the world of the storm riders around the time he learned about the American sport football. Ze, as he was dubbed, took a quickly liking to the receiver position. He’d propel himself towards the clear night sky with his hand reaching to grab the moon. “Caught it!” Then he’d tuck the caught ball under his arm charging forward at full speed. Unable to stop himself, Ze would twist his body, turning, ducking, and jumping, to evade his opponents without ever loosing momentum, that is until he was hit. The run thrilled him.
That night as Ze ran down the narrow street, almost replete with parked cars, a body descended from the heavens and into windshield of Panku-san’s recently purchased car. A tragedy really. Following the fallen body were two silhouette’s, both frighteningly angelic with their wings strapped onto their feet. One landed on a limb of the body ensuring his inability to move and the other onto the center of the street Ze and friends had claimed as their playground. He sprinted half way across the block as if he were gliding and he hopped just above the ground coming to a halt as he landed while keeping his eyes focused on one target with a playful grin. Then he darted up the building returning to skies. His accomplice had done the same.
Ze was closest to where the man that fell and was crushed laid. His face filled with terror as the man was brutally stomped on. Ze had no ability to stop his momentum so he fell to the ground knowing this, dropped the ball, and began dashing to the closest ally way to conceal himself. His friends had only just reacted when Ze was already in mid sprint. They too took cover. Zelite shut his eyes, while his chest filled with fear. He could not help, but envision that fearful event that forever lurked in his mind. He opened his eyes and saw the angel move across the street. Ze knew enough to know that the divine creature flew by means of Air Treks and that ATs served as his wings. Ze watched the graceful way the angel came to a stop, but suddenly began to doubt he’d ever closed his eyes.
A glorious white glow emanated from the point where the wheel’s of the burning chariot landed just like the discharge of energy had blown through the walls of James’s private study, exciting Ze in the same way as they seemed to halt time only for a moment. And then just as before, the road ignited with wicked flames, but now there was a visage to put to the event. An angelic countenance, painted with a malicious grin and eyes fixed on him. Then the angel ascended once more. Ze got a good look and saw him reaching for a distant heavenly orb lazily traversing the sky in its ascent. Zelite was certain that there, was the key to heaven’s gates.
This night was much like a reflection of that night when he was so young, but this time there was no way to defenestrate himself this time. No falling from 6 stories up to escape a potentially deadly fire and landing in a fireman’s safety net with eye’s wide with terror only to shut themselves as he passed out from the mental stress.
Maybe this is why Zelite, despite that innate fear that stalks him, the broken body against the car windshield, and the cries of pain in the distance, felt a thrill, that thrill.
EXTRA
Extra: Zelite likes fighting with his sister. She usually kicks his ass. She’s the reason he wants to overcome his fear.
Roleplay Sample: Just copied and pasted an rp from a WHILE ago with my vampy char. Probably the best stuff I got.
The surrounding trees were, on average, 15 feet tall as a product of summer sun and rains. It seemed each tree was lush and full with perfectly forest green leaves and immaculate trunks. The amount of vitality they displayed was impressive for immobile beings. On the other hand a very spiteful and perfectly mobile creature treaded across the dirt road displaying lethargy and a crooked back. Further proof that he was the antithesis to the forest was seen in his deathly appearance. Each bone on his face was clearly visible and it was also void of color, completely pale. His eyes were slightly bulging from their sockets which was unsettling in itself, but the glassy emerald circles centered in each eye was just as eerie. From what could be seen of his limbs and skin color he was a diseased and starving old man on the verge of death, at first. Close examination of a the man revealed a youthful, beautiful man who simply lacked nourishment. His clothes were not those of a dying man either; he wore a cotton black top with think streaks of silky red seemingly meandering across it, mainly in diagonal direction from top left to bottom right. His trousers held the same design. Upon his feet were simple black boots suggested to him when he told of his plans to travel across the forest. His long boney fingers were adorned by nothing, but a band of black gold on his right middle finger and one of pink gold on his left. On his right arm, over his sleeve, was a long chain composed of pink gold twisted around that arm. On his neck was another pink gold chain with a medallion hanging from it made from black with an “N” made from some ebony stone encrusted into it. The last telltale sign of youth was his full dark blond hair that grew from the center of his crown just past his ears ending in numerous curls.
His jewel like gaze was set upon a mockingly lively wood animal. It strayed from whatever family it had so foolishly that it needed to be made into an example. Boasting its beauty and life was just not done in his presence. He gathered what ever strength his wraith like presence held and almost instantly appeared in front of it. It was startled, because this beautifully crafted yet decayed creature provoked its instinct to run from anything not of its kind, not because the creature wielded blade like canines that would sink into its long furry neck and drain it the precious liquid that sustain all living creatures.
Once the deed was completed he inaudibly whispered, delirious from previous hunger and current ecstasy, “Black Jack. I win.”
The wraith creature was gone and in his place stood an exceedingly pale young man with medium build who stood to be about 5’ 11” positioned over a deer that had been unfortunately, but justifiably killed by some predator of the night.
GENERAL
Name: Zelite Coriander (Pronunciation: zē'līt côr-ē-ănd'ər)
Gender: Male
Age: 15
School: Katsura High
School Clubs:
Winter Track
Spring Track
Football (fall)
Skill Stats:
Stamina: 10.
Strength: 6.
Defense: 9.
Speed: 15.
Total Skill Points: 40.
Status: F-class
A-T Information:
A-T Information: Zelite’s ATs are standard in shape. The color scheme follows the same basic color scheme of most ATs. The dominant color on his ATs is black and over that are lime green highlights. In terms of performance his ATs are sub-par, which are fitting for an unranked rider.
LOOKS
Eye Color: Dark Brown (almost black)
Hair Color: Black
Skin Tone: Light brown
Height/Weight: 5' 7"/ 129
Blood-type: O+
Overall Appearance:
Zelite’s overall profile is fairly typical in terms of his build, which is average, and the general shape of his body. The length of his legs, which are relatively long, is the only slightly atypical feature of his body type. His skin tone is reminiscent of copper, but a lighter shade. Zelite wear’s his ebony hair short, no longer than a few inches, so that the natural curls of his hair just become apparent. As for his face it leans more to a long shape rather than an oval one and it keeps with his light brown skin, but is disrupted by his essentially black eyes.
Zelite’s clothing generally fits into the category of just-classier-than-rags. His wardrobe usually consists of faded jeans and an unzipped sweat jacket, whose color’s are likely to have faded a bit, over a t-shirt. Of these articles of clothing the t-shirt is the only one likely to have a brand name. Zelite’s attire seldom changes, but he holds no loyalty to his current style and would change if it became convenient.
PERSONALITY
Likes:
Running
Fighting
Amusement Parks
Dislikes:
Boredom
People of authority
Falling
Hobbies:
Chilling
Playing video games
Harassing his sibling
Fears: Dying. Everything.
Goals: Not to die. Work with engineering or physics.
Overall Personality:
If one were to observe Zelite for a few days they would find him to be passive and rather unenthusiastic. They would be fairly accurate, but that only describes his basic personality. Though passive if he resolves to accomplish a task his will becomes unbreakable, but few things can serve as a potent impetus. One motivating force is protection: either of himself or someone he has decided to keep safe. Another deals with his fear; at times he feels he has to push past it and will do so (almost) regardless of the situation. In his general demeanor Zelite is sarcastic and critical, but is surprisingly drawn to others and sometimes vice-versa.
HISTORY
Birthplace: Okinawa, Japan
Birthdate: June 20th
Birthtime: 12:14 PM
Parents: James Coriander and Acacia Coriander (Pronunciation: ə-kā'shə)
Siblings: Older sister-Kana Coriander
Overall History:
James Warner was a young African-American male dedicated to the field of engineering or as he would call it the field of “creating our future .” He was just entering the MIT School of Engineering as a graduate. Acacia Coriander was a young Greek-American woman fascinated by the extraordinary things man can create. She too was entering the school. They crossed paths, no more than once, and were inspired by each other. The second time they were essentially engaged.
Their meeting each other changed their destinies and so did the researching abroad opportunity that would take them to their new permanent homeland where they would marry, where James would discard “that deadbeat’s” last name, where Acacia would become Kesha-senpai, where they’d both witness humanity complicate the account and description of phenomena (known as science) once more, where they would raise two children, one given a Greek name by his father and the other given a name of her native land, and where those children would develop in the shown world and in the enigmatic one of rogues, which the rouges can only label with one word: freedom.
Zelite found the world of the storm riders around the time he learned about the American sport football. Ze, as he was dubbed, took a quickly liking to the receiver position. He’d propel himself towards the clear night sky with his hand reaching to grab the moon. “Caught it!” Then he’d tuck the caught ball under his arm charging forward at full speed. Unable to stop himself, Ze would twist his body, turning, ducking, and jumping, to evade his opponents without ever loosing momentum, that is until he was hit. The run thrilled him.
That night as Ze ran down the narrow street, almost replete with parked cars, a body descended from the heavens and into windshield of Panku-san’s recently purchased car. A tragedy really. Following the fallen body were two silhouette’s, both frighteningly angelic with their wings strapped onto their feet. One landed on a limb of the body ensuring his inability to move and the other onto the center of the street Ze and friends had claimed as their playground. He sprinted half way across the block as if he were gliding and he hopped just above the ground coming to a halt as he landed while keeping his eyes focused on one target with a playful grin. Then he darted up the building returning to skies. His accomplice had done the same.
Ze was closest to where the man that fell and was crushed laid. His face filled with terror as the man was brutally stomped on. Ze had no ability to stop his momentum so he fell to the ground knowing this, dropped the ball, and began dashing to the closest ally way to conceal himself. His friends had only just reacted when Ze was already in mid sprint. They too took cover. Zelite shut his eyes, while his chest filled with fear. He could not help, but envision that fearful event that forever lurked in his mind. He opened his eyes and saw the angel move across the street. Ze knew enough to know that the divine creature flew by means of Air Treks and that ATs served as his wings. Ze watched the graceful way the angel came to a stop, but suddenly began to doubt he’d ever closed his eyes.
A glorious white glow emanated from the point where the wheel’s of the burning chariot landed just like the discharge of energy had blown through the walls of James’s private study, exciting Ze in the same way as they seemed to halt time only for a moment. And then just as before, the road ignited with wicked flames, but now there was a visage to put to the event. An angelic countenance, painted with a malicious grin and eyes fixed on him. Then the angel ascended once more. Ze got a good look and saw him reaching for a distant heavenly orb lazily traversing the sky in its ascent. Zelite was certain that there, was the key to heaven’s gates.
This night was much like a reflection of that night when he was so young, but this time there was no way to defenestrate himself this time. No falling from 6 stories up to escape a potentially deadly fire and landing in a fireman’s safety net with eye’s wide with terror only to shut themselves as he passed out from the mental stress.
Maybe this is why Zelite, despite that innate fear that stalks him, the broken body against the car windshield, and the cries of pain in the distance, felt a thrill, that thrill.
EXTRA
Extra: Zelite likes fighting with his sister. She usually kicks his ass. She’s the reason he wants to overcome his fear.
Roleplay Sample: Just copied and pasted an rp from a WHILE ago with my vampy char. Probably the best stuff I got.
The surrounding trees were, on average, 15 feet tall as a product of summer sun and rains. It seemed each tree was lush and full with perfectly forest green leaves and immaculate trunks. The amount of vitality they displayed was impressive for immobile beings. On the other hand a very spiteful and perfectly mobile creature treaded across the dirt road displaying lethargy and a crooked back. Further proof that he was the antithesis to the forest was seen in his deathly appearance. Each bone on his face was clearly visible and it was also void of color, completely pale. His eyes were slightly bulging from their sockets which was unsettling in itself, but the glassy emerald circles centered in each eye was just as eerie. From what could be seen of his limbs and skin color he was a diseased and starving old man on the verge of death, at first. Close examination of a the man revealed a youthful, beautiful man who simply lacked nourishment. His clothes were not those of a dying man either; he wore a cotton black top with think streaks of silky red seemingly meandering across it, mainly in diagonal direction from top left to bottom right. His trousers held the same design. Upon his feet were simple black boots suggested to him when he told of his plans to travel across the forest. His long boney fingers were adorned by nothing, but a band of black gold on his right middle finger and one of pink gold on his left. On his right arm, over his sleeve, was a long chain composed of pink gold twisted around that arm. On his neck was another pink gold chain with a medallion hanging from it made from black with an “N” made from some ebony stone encrusted into it. The last telltale sign of youth was his full dark blond hair that grew from the center of his crown just past his ears ending in numerous curls.
His jewel like gaze was set upon a mockingly lively wood animal. It strayed from whatever family it had so foolishly that it needed to be made into an example. Boasting its beauty and life was just not done in his presence. He gathered what ever strength his wraith like presence held and almost instantly appeared in front of it. It was startled, because this beautifully crafted yet decayed creature provoked its instinct to run from anything not of its kind, not because the creature wielded blade like canines that would sink into its long furry neck and drain it the precious liquid that sustain all living creatures.
Once the deed was completed he inaudibly whispered, delirious from previous hunger and current ecstasy, “Black Jack. I win.”
The wraith creature was gone and in his place stood an exceedingly pale young man with medium build who stood to be about 5’ 11” positioned over a deer that had been unfortunately, but justifiably killed by some predator of the night.