Post by zi on Apr 23, 2012 19:11:21 GMT -5
A lin Dalca
° N-ame ||Alin Dalca
° A-lias ||Lin or Puþinã Cenuºã “Little Ash”
° A-ge || 19
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || …..He has connections, not family….
° E-yes || Red
° H-air ||Sandy-almost platnuim-blonde
° H-eight || 172.7 cm
° W-eight || 86.1825 kg
° D-efining features || elongated front teeth, long scars on legs. He has surprisingly sandy blonde hair, coming from a long line of brunettes. His eyes are a sharp red.
° A-dditional features || Often wears long, unnecessary clothing, such as his favorite maroon trench coat and black pants, even in summer. Enjoys an array of funny hats. He is above average height, but not by very much. He’s rather lean, without many of the muscles normal people his age would have. Or in other words, he isn’t very strong. His skin is pale,
° J-ob || Clockmaker/Jeweler
° R-eason for current job || Alin has been obsessed with clocks ever since he first visited the Inventors district, and decided that he was going to make them when he grew up. He obviously succeeded, after some work and some bothering of the general public.
° D-istrict || North Residential district
° P-ersonality || Alin is a rather flamboyant and eccentric person, constantly talking to himself and wearing strange clothing. While he looks to be little more than a Clockmaker, he is actually a genius. With way too much time on his hand and that, as everyone knows, can lead to a lot of trouble. Alin is constantly getting into things that either A) Don’t concern him or B) Are way too far above his (Job’s) pay grade. Because of his strange ways, Alin was once called a Vampire by one of his fellow inventors, and after that, it became a hugely popular rumor. The man in question does nothing to stop it, saying that the rumor brings in customers. He even goes as far to encourage the rumor by pretending to “suck blood.” The man doesn’t have very many friends –coughnonecough-, and spends most of his time alone at his shop, tinkering with his clocks and odd devices. Although Alin doesn’t have lots of people he can legitimately call friends, that by no means that he doesn’t have lots of connections. He has ties to many different classes, people and political groups. If you have a question, then it’s probable that he has the answer. Because of this, he is well-known in things that have to do with the black market, however, these things come at a price, and he has no qualms with asking for anything, from money to your most treasured object. I kind of imagine him being somewhat like Izaya from Durarara, except for the fact that he does in fact have a conscience. Somewhere. If he takes people (which he doesn’t do that often) nothing really bad ever happens to them, and normally they live a long, if not happy, life.
° L-ikes ||
• Clocks and sparkly things
• The supernatural (real or not)
• His three friends (do they even exist!?)
° D-islikes ||
• Spinach
• Cheats
• The Military
° F-ears ||
• His friends dying
• Dying alone
• Heights
° G-oals ||
• Revenge on his family
• Surviving the coming war
• Making the first complete Orrery (Astronomical Clockwork)
° H-istory ||
Alin is the fourth son of a wealthy- no, scratch that- very rich family. Being the fourth son, Alin was less important than his brothers, and spent a lot more time with the servants then with the rest of his family. He became friends with the cooks, gardeners and footmen instead of the other little boys of his class, and was an outcast from the rest of his social circle. His family has been allies with the Hédervárys’ and the Danchev’s for generation, and knew the heirs to that family when he was a child. He became fascinated with any type of clockwork on one fateful day when he was invited by a few older boys to go with them to the inventor’s district on a dare. From that moment on, it was the boy’s dream to live and work in the district, taking frequent visits to the district, becoming good friends with the inventors there, and helping them out with many things. He became the apprentice of a nameless inventor that Alin refuses to talk about to this day . When his family discovered what he was doing, they threatened to disown him. After he refused, his father had the inventor and everyone close to him killed; disowning Alin at the same time. Cast out into the street, Alin took over his teachers’ shop, running it in his stead. He has sworn vengeance to his family, and intends to bring them down one day. Until that day comes, he lives in his shop, buying and selling information, objects and clockworks to the highest bidder.
° R-oleplay example ||
Alin smirked. This was fun. Almost too fun. Watching the faces of his ‘guests’ slip from immeasurable happiness to forlorn sorrow when he told them of his price. But it was only fair wasn’t it? He wasn’t the one with a desire. Alin only fulfilled their wishes, and he definitely isn’t an angel. Or a saint, for that matter. In fact, he had sometimes been called the Devil himself. So he smiled as emotion after emotion flashed by on their faces, unsure of what to do. Should I? Should I not?
It was a look he enjoyed seeing on first-time customer’s faces, unsure if he was lying, tricking them, or otherwise making a fool out of them. Which he was, but they didn’t need to know that, did they?
The blond stood up from his deep velvet coach and made his way over to one of his small, cracked windows, his long coat tails brushed against his furniture as he walked making a strange noise, somewhere between a swish and a shhhh. He twitched back the curtain, watching the busy city life roll on below his small studio apartment, or as some people called it. Alin pointedly ignored his guests, making sure to glance back at them every few minutes, just to make sure they hadn’t run off. ‘Now all I need to do is wait. They’ll break eventually’
The street outside was as interesting as always, and he could always learn something from the scene. Even at this time of night –or is it morning now?- pedestrians were everywhere, he guessed that there were three types of them, some going to work, others returning from it and the third was the night people, those who only came out at night to prowl the streets.
But Alin was never one for waiting, and he got impatient quickly, almost jumping around with annoyance. Finally, he turned back around. Or twirled, which is the better word for it.
“So? Have you decided yet? Have you?” He practically ran back to the coach, getting completely into the man’s personally space.
“Have you decided whether or not free exit out of this country is worth your daughter?” Oh, how he loved putting people on the spot.
° U-sername || Zi
° A-ge || 15
° T-ime zone || Pacific Time Zone (-7)
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the rules? || Had Enough by Breaking Benjamin
...Now I can't figure out how to take THIS picture off (Story of my life)
° N-ame ||Alin Dalca
° A-lias ||Lin or Puþinã Cenuºã “Little Ash”
° A-ge || 19
° G-ender || Male
° F-amily || …..He has connections, not family….
\-|-°-|-/
° E-yes || Red
° H-air ||Sandy-almost platnuim-blonde
° H-eight || 172.7 cm
° W-eight || 86.1825 kg
° D-efining features || elongated front teeth, long scars on legs. He has surprisingly sandy blonde hair, coming from a long line of brunettes. His eyes are a sharp red.
° A-dditional features || Often wears long, unnecessary clothing, such as his favorite maroon trench coat and black pants, even in summer. Enjoys an array of funny hats. He is above average height, but not by very much. He’s rather lean, without many of the muscles normal people his age would have. Or in other words, he isn’t very strong. His skin is pale,
\-|-°-|-/
° J-ob || Clockmaker/Jeweler
° R-eason for current job || Alin has been obsessed with clocks ever since he first visited the Inventors district, and decided that he was going to make them when he grew up. He obviously succeeded, after some work and some bothering of the general public.
° D-istrict || North Residential district
\-|-°-|-/
° P-ersonality || Alin is a rather flamboyant and eccentric person, constantly talking to himself and wearing strange clothing. While he looks to be little more than a Clockmaker, he is actually a genius. With way too much time on his hand and that, as everyone knows, can lead to a lot of trouble. Alin is constantly getting into things that either A) Don’t concern him or B) Are way too far above his (Job’s) pay grade. Because of his strange ways, Alin was once called a Vampire by one of his fellow inventors, and after that, it became a hugely popular rumor. The man in question does nothing to stop it, saying that the rumor brings in customers. He even goes as far to encourage the rumor by pretending to “suck blood.” The man doesn’t have very many friends –coughnonecough-, and spends most of his time alone at his shop, tinkering with his clocks and odd devices. Although Alin doesn’t have lots of people he can legitimately call friends, that by no means that he doesn’t have lots of connections. He has ties to many different classes, people and political groups. If you have a question, then it’s probable that he has the answer. Because of this, he is well-known in things that have to do with the black market, however, these things come at a price, and he has no qualms with asking for anything, from money to your most treasured object. I kind of imagine him being somewhat like Izaya from Durarara, except for the fact that he does in fact have a conscience. Somewhere. If he takes people (which he doesn’t do that often) nothing really bad ever happens to them, and normally they live a long, if not happy, life.
° L-ikes ||
• Clocks and sparkly things
• The supernatural (real or not)
• His three friends (do they even exist!?)
° D-islikes ||
• Spinach
• Cheats
• The Military
° F-ears ||
• His friends dying
• Dying alone
• Heights
° G-oals ||
• Revenge on his family
• Surviving the coming war
• Making the first complete Orrery (Astronomical Clockwork)
\-|-°-|-/
° H-istory ||
Alin is the fourth son of a wealthy- no, scratch that- very rich family. Being the fourth son, Alin was less important than his brothers, and spent a lot more time with the servants then with the rest of his family. He became friends with the cooks, gardeners and footmen instead of the other little boys of his class, and was an outcast from the rest of his social circle. His family has been allies with the Hédervárys’ and the Danchev’s for generation, and knew the heirs to that family when he was a child. He became fascinated with any type of clockwork on one fateful day when he was invited by a few older boys to go with them to the inventor’s district on a dare. From that moment on, it was the boy’s dream to live and work in the district, taking frequent visits to the district, becoming good friends with the inventors there, and helping them out with many things. He became the apprentice of a nameless inventor that Alin refuses to talk about to this day . When his family discovered what he was doing, they threatened to disown him. After he refused, his father had the inventor and everyone close to him killed; disowning Alin at the same time. Cast out into the street, Alin took over his teachers’ shop, running it in his stead. He has sworn vengeance to his family, and intends to bring them down one day. Until that day comes, he lives in his shop, buying and selling information, objects and clockworks to the highest bidder.
\-|-°-|-/
° R-oleplay example ||
Alin smirked. This was fun. Almost too fun. Watching the faces of his ‘guests’ slip from immeasurable happiness to forlorn sorrow when he told them of his price. But it was only fair wasn’t it? He wasn’t the one with a desire. Alin only fulfilled their wishes, and he definitely isn’t an angel. Or a saint, for that matter. In fact, he had sometimes been called the Devil himself. So he smiled as emotion after emotion flashed by on their faces, unsure of what to do. Should I? Should I not?
It was a look he enjoyed seeing on first-time customer’s faces, unsure if he was lying, tricking them, or otherwise making a fool out of them. Which he was, but they didn’t need to know that, did they?
The blond stood up from his deep velvet coach and made his way over to one of his small, cracked windows, his long coat tails brushed against his furniture as he walked making a strange noise, somewhere between a swish and a shhhh. He twitched back the curtain, watching the busy city life roll on below his small studio apartment, or as some people called it. Alin pointedly ignored his guests, making sure to glance back at them every few minutes, just to make sure they hadn’t run off. ‘Now all I need to do is wait. They’ll break eventually’
The street outside was as interesting as always, and he could always learn something from the scene. Even at this time of night –or is it morning now?- pedestrians were everywhere, he guessed that there were three types of them, some going to work, others returning from it and the third was the night people, those who only came out at night to prowl the streets.
But Alin was never one for waiting, and he got impatient quickly, almost jumping around with annoyance. Finally, he turned back around. Or twirled, which is the better word for it.
“So? Have you decided yet? Have you?” He practically ran back to the coach, getting completely into the man’s personally space.
“Have you decided whether or not free exit out of this country is worth your daughter?” Oh, how he loved putting people on the spot.
\-|-°-|-/
° U-sername || Zi
° A-ge || 15
° T-ime zone || Pacific Time Zone (-7)
°W-hat is the secret phrase from the rules? || Had Enough by Breaking Benjamin
...Now I can't figure out how to take THIS picture off (Story of my life)
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