Post by exaltedrequiem on Mar 22, 2011 0:24:21 GMT -5
EvanderLeeCrowley
[/I][/SIZE][/CENTER]TESTING, TESTING, ONE TWO THREE. ALRIGHT, HERE WE GO.
I'M Evander AND IN THE CHATANGO I GO BY Exaltedmuse BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I AM MALE AND I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 5 YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY ABSURD.
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!
[/CENTER]I'M Evander AND IN THE CHATANGO I GO BY Exaltedmuse BUT I GUESS YOU MIGHT'VE ALREADY
KNOWN THAT LITTLE BIT. OR MAYBE NOT, WHO KNOWS. I AM MALE AND I'VE BEEN
ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT 5 YEARS. MORE OR LESS.
SO YEAH, I'M PRETTY ABSURD.
YOU CAN REACH ME THROUGH PM SO YEAH. HAVE A GOOD DAY!
TONIGHT WE LIE AWAKE, REMEMBER HOW THE COFFEE MADE US SHAKE
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( T H E B A S I C S )
( F U L L N A M E )[/COLOR] Evander Lee Crowley
( N I C K N A M E )[/COLOR] Evan, Crow
( A G E )[/COLOR] Fifteen
( B I R T H D A Y )[/COLOR] October 6
( G R A D E )[/COLOR] Freshman
( S E X U A L O R I E N T A T I O N )[/COLOR] ]Heterosexual
( J O B )[/COLOR]
Student.[/SIZE]
( A L L E G I E N C E )[/COLOR] Power's Academy.
( P O W E R )[/COLOR] Ferrogenesis and ferrokinesis: The creation and manipulation of iron from surrounding elements through the manipulation of a substance's molecular structure. Primarily utilized through the alteration of the user's skin and bone to provide superior strength, weight, and striking power. Evander's preferred application of the gift is to strengthen the bones in his fists - though he prefers to avoid using this ability whenever possible.
Frequent and continued use of this ability results in superficial scarring of the affected tissues. In extreme cases (though Evander hasn't experienced this yet), the disfigurement can become crippling, resulting in loss of sensation and motor function in the afflicted tissues.
I'VE GOT YOUR PICTURE, I'M COMING WITH YOU, DEAR MARIA COUNT ME IN
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( A P P E A R A N C E )
( H A I R )[/COLOR] Red. Evander wears a close-cropped style that makes for easy maintenance.
( E Y E CO L O R )[/COLOR] Irish green.
( H E I G H T )[/COLOR] Six feet one inch.
( W E I G H T )[/B][/COLOR] 190 lbs.
( T A T T O O S )[/COLOR] None.
( P I E R C I N G S )[/COLOR] None.
( C L O T H I N G S T Y L E )[/COLOR] Dresses simply, preferring hoodies and long-sleeved cotton shirts, as well as jeans. When he works out, he usually goes shirtless and wears a pair of boxing shorts - red and white, his national colors. No preference on shoes.
( F A C E C L A I M )[/COLOR] Lasse Pedersen
MANAGE ME, I'M A MESS, TURN A PAGE, I'M A BOOK HALF UNREAD
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( P E R S O N A L I T Y )
( L I K E S )[/COLOR] Boxing, Hockey, Rugby, Classical music, Japanese food, Winter, Cinema, English, French, Solitude
( D I S L I K E S )[/B][/COLOR] Basketball, swimming, turnips, hot temperatures, rap, spicy foods, busy work, politics, pop music, large crowds
( S T R E N G T H S )[/COLOR]
Physical strength:
Trained as a boxer from a young age and constantly pushed by his father to become stronger, Evander has developed a fantastic musculature, rivaled by very few at his age. Granted, his age has prevented him from developing completely as of yet, but he is nonetheless much stronger than the run-of-the-mill 15-year-old.
Language skills:
Born and raised in Quebec, Evander is fluent in both French and English. He also holds something of a passion for linguistics that has led him to dabble in Spanish, German, and Russian as well.
Musical Talent:
Much to the surprise of his musically-challenged family, Evander showed an aptitude for the arts from a young age. Whenever the boy wasn't in school or training, he was composing his own music or practicing the piano. Due to his hyper-reserved nature and lack of social graces, many doctors have suggested a mild form of autism as the source of his status as a musical savant.
Athletic Ability:
Just as Evander's physical prowess stemmed from his intense Boxing regimen, so too did his athletic ability. His cardiovascular strength and fitness are quite impressive, and agility training has made him quite quick on his feet.
Awareness:
Evander's intelligence belies his upbringing. Despite being raised in a seedy Quebec slum, he possesses a rather impressive grasp of world events and is quite capable of looking beyond the here and now.
( W E A K N E S S E S )[/B][/COLOR]
Social Graces:
A combination of a rough upbringing and a slight mental deficiency has left Evander as a quiet, yet blunt individual. While he rarely speaks his mind, he certainly doesn't hold anything back when he does. This can get him into quite a bit of trouble with peers and superiors alike. He isn't rebellious or disrespectful, per se; he simply doesn't sugar coat anything.
Claustrophobic:
Enclosed, dark spaces terrify Evander to the point of being completely unable to function.
Large Crowds:
Evander absolutely despises being in or around large groups of people. Anything more than 15 or 20 people will send the boy into an irritable and hostile mood.
Alcohol:
Alcohol is a rather sensitive subject for Evander. His mother has fought alcoholism and depression for her entire life. While this didn't harm Evander's relationship with his mother, the horrible effects of alcohol haunt the boy and make him very wary around any alcoholic substances.
Violent Rhythm:
While Evander is normally slow to anger, once aggravated he can be very difficult to calm down. If a confrontation escalates to a fight, he can even prove dangerous - long years of training and long days on the streets have taught him to keep fighting until he hears the bell.
( H O B B I E S / H A B I T S )[/COLOR]
Plays the Piano
Avoids confrontation
Speaks very quietly
( F E A R S )[/COLOR]
Alcoholism:
Addiction runs in the family, and Evander fears that any exposure to alcohol could potentially ruin his life.
Gifted Backlash:
The side-effects of Evander's gift are becoming more and more apparent. He fears the day that his "gift" leaves his hands completely disfigured and useless.
( S E C R E T S )[/COLOR]
The Arts:
Very few know of Evander's aptitude for the fine arts. Since such gifts saw little practical application in Quebec, he tends to keep his talents secret.
Innocence:
Evander has never even had a date, let alone kissed a girl his age. He has little time or interest for such things... As of now. But since boys his age tend to make such events matters of pride, Evander keeps his romantic inexperience mum (not that anyone bothers to ask him about it anyways. He doesn't talk much.)
( O V E R A L L )[/COLOR] A living dichotomy. Reserved, thoughtful, and musical outside the ring, and a whirling dervish of furious emotion inside. Evander Crowley is understood by few and appreciated by fewer. This is not to say that he has no grasp of friendship or camaraderie; while Evander is quiet, he is not a pariah. It is simply difficult to reach out to the boy. Once Evander is approached, the boy can be a good, if quiet, friend.
LEANING NOW INTO THE BREEZE, REMEMBERING SUNDAY HE FALLS TO HIS KNEES.
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( H I S T O R Y )
( M O M )[/COLOR] MOTHER. Alexandra Crowley. 41. stays home.
( D A D )[/B][/COLOR] FATHER. Robert "Bobby" Crowley. 43. Minor League Hockey Player (retired).
( S I S T E R S )[/B][/COLOR] None.
( B R O T H E R S )[/B][/COLOR] Ray Crowley. Still-born.
( O T H E R )[/B][/COLOR] Not applicable.
( P E T S )[/B][/COLOR] None.
( O V E R A L L )[/B][/COLOR]
Born the only son of a lower-class family in Quebec, Canada, Evander was raised on the concept of necessity. The world they lived in, the world that Evander had been born into, demanded nothing less; and in a world with fangs and claws and a wicked venom, Evander learned to keep to himself... To not cause trouble. The mouth was a dangerous tool, he learned - one that could do more damage to its owner than to any adversary. His father, an agitator in a minor league hockey organization, taught him as much.
His father also taught young Evander the value of hard work - and the importance of strength, both physical and mental. Evander was introduced to boxing at the age of five, and quickly learned that he could apply would he discovered in the ring to the dark streets of his hometown as well. The Sweet Science was a gentleman's sport, his father told him - but there were people between the gym and his home that weren't so honorable.
Time flew by. Evander, now age 10, split his time between fights in the ring and rare brawls in the streets, honest bouts for prestige on the mats and desperate struggles for survival in the alleyways, the boy quickly grew strong - and wise. The world was a dangerous place - and he had to find a way out if he wanted to excel.
At the age of 12, Evander discovered his second passion. Music seemed to click with the quiet youth, allowing him to express himself in ways that he had never before thought possible. The old keyboard in the choir loft at his school became his refuge whenever he wasn't training or studying, and his interest flourished into an obsession - and a talent.
Evander's gift manifested shortly before his fifteenth birthday. The Middle School boxing state championships saw him matched against a massive 15-year-old from a school across town. The fight had been fairly straightforward - until a knock-out-punch sent Evander's competition to the mats... And convulsing uncontrollably. The boy removed his gloves to find his fists coated in iron. His punch had broken the boy's thirteenth vertebrae. He would never walk again.
The rest, as they say, is history. Evander was examined... And deemed "special". Desperate for a solution, his parents sent him away... To Power's Academy.
( S A M P L E P O S T )[/B][/COLOR] [ The school day had been disastrous, and young Evander had no desire to deal with anyone on that particular afternoon. He stormed through his front door, ignoring the questioning glares of his parents as he hurried up the stairs and into his room - his sanctuary, his refuge from the trials of reality that had left him so embittered on that particular Wednesday afternoon. Admittedly, he could hardly remember why his mood that afternoon was so sour; it had simply been one of those days that left a child, a young boy with little grasp of the gravity of any given situation, with a bad taste in his mouth. But that didn't matter now, he told himself - for now he had his music.
The sheet music was spread out across his large oaken table already, with remnants and fragments of past musical thoughts scattered across his paper canvas. He practically dove into his large office chair, grabbed a nearby pencil, its tip sharpened to perfection, and began to write. Soon, any memory of the day's events dwindled, their bitter flavor replaced by the lovely, soothing medicine of his own creativity. Arias spun around his head, their melancholy echoes soothing his savage dreamscape. Boleros screamed his anger to the heavens, while dirges whispered of his tragedies. In this world, his word was law, and his music ruled the realm. In this world, more than any other, Evander was in control - of his surroundings, of his emotions... And of himself. (Note: This is actually a different Evander, though it matches up rather nicely.)
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YOU WERE FAKE, I WAS GREAT--NOTHING PERSONAL
[/I][/FONT][/CENTER][/COLOR]( C R E D I T S )
THIS LOVELY APPLICATION WAS MADE BY OMGWOLF?!
OF CAUTION 2.0! STEAL AND DIE, BITCH. KEEP THIS CREDIT HERE
AT ALL TIMES. ALERT ME IF IT RUNS AWAY. IT MIGHT DO THAT. HAVE FUN!
OH, AND BY THE WAY, THE LYRICS ARE CREDIT TO ALL TIME LOW. THEY'RE AWESOME.
