Post by Envy on Nov 16, 2008 19:48:28 GMT -5
Name: Envy Sykes
Age: 19
Career/Occupation: Student majoring in Biological research development and pyschology
Ethnicity: Japanese
Personality: Cocky. The first place to begin with Envy. He is overconfident, and his ego is as inflated as it gets. For someone as intelligent as he is, it makes it hard for him to be around other people, so he tends to shun them, using his knowledge as a weapon to hurt others. He's the type of person to kick you while you're down and laugh at your pain. Envy doesn't have a sympathetic side and has hardly even heard of the word sympathy. Or, at least, that's how he acts in front of others. He's known for his cold exterior and snide remarks. Always a smart ass, he's got more enemies than friends whilst still maintaining his connections.
Although his behavior can reach beyond childish at times, Envy is also very business orientated and will always opt for the choices that will save his own skin. He seems to want what everybody else has, which is ironic considering his name. He's got attitude and a superiority complex the size of the universe and is not afraid to get sassy. Add in his huge amount of pervert like behavior and a dollop of angst and you've got one deluxe Envy to go. Enjoy.
Oh, and did I mention the sarcasm?
History: Envy was born into a very eccentric family. His mother had disappeared soon after his birth, he was left with his father who did nothing but work and was hardly ever home. Not only that, but his father also adopted a litany of other children, leaving Envy to assemble things into order. On the odd times his father was home, he'd had it drilled into him that failure was not an option. He wasn't born a natural genius, no. He'd been tutored and lectured to an inch of his life until knowledge became his first priority.
Hence, his passion became the study of the human body and mind. From high school, most people had always labeled Envy as different, and he thoughts so himself -- just in a different way than most. Whilst most believed him to be an arrogant weirdo, Envy grew up with the mindset that he was mentally superior to most others and grew into that way of thinking until it was his first nature instead of just his second.
He gained a strong competitive streak, even as he worked his way up in the eyes of the most important people with his talent, even if his attitude left much to be desired. Then, one day, he started hearing about the murders happening, and how it had stupefied even the greatest detective. His own research classes, by then, had just begun. News of his talent reached the ears of Dr. Tucker who offered him the chance of helping. Envy discovered some of what was going on and offered to only take a minor role.
However, despite his cruel nature, Envy is not evil by nature. He took up on the offer in an attempt to find out more so he could bring the entire operation to a close. In a way, one could almost say his true motive is the recognition and fame of being crowned a genius for solving a crime. Unfortunately, his pride stops him from requesting any help, and thus, his progress moves slowly, even though he's contemplated going to L before.
Appearance: From the top, Envy is every bit as unusual as his personality. Long green hair that reaches his waist decorates the top of his head, constantly a reason from his being teased about his "envy green" locks during school. He is known for wearing a headband over his forehead with a strange symbol on it. Oddly enough, his eyes a clear gold, like a cats, which gives him a very feral look every time he grins or smirks, though his face is somewhat boyish. Combined with his slender body type, Envy is kind of like a lanky commodity for people to stare at.
And then there is his fashion sense... or, to some, his lack there of. Envy's clothes tend to be rather... revealing. Against the normal protocol, most of his clothes are obscenely tight fitting or indecently small. His goal seems to be showing as much skin off as humanly possible. Unless it's for business, one will never find Envy dressed in something remotely normal. In a way, it's his version of teenage rebellion.
Miscellaneous: Is so seme, it's actually hardcore.
Character used: Envy
And~ A sample of your roleplaying abilities:
A bead of sweat slowly trickled down his temple, getting caught in his eyebrow, lost amongst many others. Pinked lips holding a hint of red closed around rich, succulent fruits, and chocolate brown eyes blinked lazily in the glare of the dying sun. There wasn't even the faintest whisper of breeze, leaves hung still and silent around him. With the absence of the rustling, the cicadas seemed to sing louder than ever, serenading him with a private symphony, though their shrilling seemed to hurt his ear. Kim Jung Lee leaned against a slender tree, letting the sweet flesh of the mango dissolve upon his tongue.
Although, not ten paces away, there was a small bazaar situated, Lee had found himself a secluded area in which to rest himself and reflect upon the day and what had lead up to it.
Born into a semi-wealthy, aspiring family, Lee was the second oldest son. Not really needed to carry on the family name, he was simply expected to keep up high standards and perhaps marry into another family with a big corporation. However, Lee didn't wish that for himself. Instead, he wished to travel, to know the world. Scorned and belittled by his family, Lee asked his father for a challenge, which was gladly given. His father had told him if he could carve a name for himself on his travels, in order not to disgrace his family, he would be pardoned from all expectations and free to choose his own lifestyle. If he failed, he would obey without question.
The challenge was gladly accepted, and Lee had set out on his family's funds, trying to make himself known in the world of art. Hard work as it was, it was something Lee loved. Decided to begin his travels directly West, Lee had traveled to all the famous landmarks in India and Iran. Camera at the ready, Lee grew famous for his still image photography and captured-life paintings.
No matter the taboo, Lee risked even his life to getting the best photos. Many a time had he trespassed unto forbidden ground to snap the perfect photo. And, on his last escapade, he'd been told about a mysterious but beautiful Mosque in Arabia. Naturally, his curiosity had been peaked, and he yearned to learn more about the mysterious structure that bode so many frightening stories.
Arriving in the city earlier that day, Lee had gotten caught up in the thrill that was entering a market place like that for the first time. The smell of sweat, sweet perfumes, spicy and exotic foods, animal muck, and excitement clung to his very nostrils, creating a unique scent that was very much Riyadh. Enticed by women in silken saris and Egyptian silk robes, and men with seductive sales pitches and special bargains, he'd bought a little of everything, from jewelry and clothing, to food and small household items.
As the brief whirlwind of activity dimmed as he left the city with his newly purchased mango, Lee had spotted the Mosque in the distance and gasped. Even from a few miles away, it was still breathtaking. Lazily, his finger tapped against his camera. He would take a picture of it in all its glory, even if it meant breaking in. After this vow, he'd found himself a secluded area to eat and ponder, which is where he was found now.
Finishing off the exotic fruits and washing his hand with water from his skein, Lee stood and made his way to the edges of the city, where a few taxi drivers lounged about, waiting for business. Hailing one, he waiting for it to stop and climbed inside. The interior smelt of spice, old perfume, and Agarwood incense; not at all unpleasant, but still rather exotic for his senses.
"To Souk Ivizar, please," he asked in hesitant Arabic, still unsure of a lot of his enunciation, but pretty confident in his knowledge. The man nodded once, Abdel Majid Abdallah's dulcet voice ringing out from the radio. Lee nodded along to song during the ten minute drive over there, losing himself in the different style of music. It was refreshing and all at once calming yet exciting.
Arriving, his mouth gaped as he took in the sight of the Mosque up close. A myriad of many shades of orange, yellow, gold, and purple decorated the edges of the elegant structure as it was framed by the sunset creating the beautiful array. The shadows seemed softened yet illuminating, giving the building a breathtakingly haunting look to it. Elegant spires rose and looked as if they just touched the edge of the sky, even as elaborate domes and carvings intrigued one as they followed the complex patterns etched into the building itself.
He was slightly disappointed to see the walls, but he would make it over them, one way or another. He didn't care whether it was open to the public or not. There was an almost aching sensation in his heart that screamed at him to get closer... much closer. The taxi driver noticed the object of his fascination as he payed, and the man grinned.
"Very beautiful, isn't it. Unfortunately, not only is it cursed, but it is off-limits to most citizens," he said lowly, as if sharing an intimate secret. Lee leaned down to listen better. "People go missing if they get too close to the Mosque."
A shiver wracked his body, but it wasn't from far as the taxi driver thought -he'd had to endure a speech on how he shouldn't worry and should just stay near the vendors - it was mostly out of excitement. What sort of secrets did the place hold? He did not know, but he was determined to find out. With purpose, he trekked through the quieter, but no less popular, marketplace of Souk Ivizar. Again, he bought a few items. In fact, an old lady had approached him with a charm.
"'Twill protect you from the evils of the Mosque, my child," she'd muttered, and refused to leave him until he'd accepted it. Afterwards, he'd just kept it in his pocket, forgetting it for the moment.
As it was, night was falling and he needed to slip into the Mosque at the guard change. Quickly, he snapped a few pictures of the beautiful spired building against a backdrop of liquid, fiery sky. It was very much worth coming here.
Alas. his chance arrived, and Lee quickly scaled the walls with a practiced ease, as if he'd lived his life climbing walls and trees. As soon as he reached the top, he leaped down and looked about suspiciously. Once fully turned around, he stood frozen in shock, mouth wide open. He'd just assumed guards were only on the outside, but they were apparently on the inside too. He neither moved nor uttered a sound, surveying them as silently as they did with him. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak when something hit him it the side. He looked down, only to notice a small needle. The effect was near immediate, and he lost control of his limbs. All he could do was yell out in horror, long and loud, before succumbing to the darkness, wondering what the punishment of his trespassing could be, and asking himself whether or not knocking him out was the best way to go about things.
The darkness was a blissful reprieve.
Age: 19
Career/Occupation: Student majoring in Biological research development and pyschology
Ethnicity: Japanese
Personality: Cocky. The first place to begin with Envy. He is overconfident, and his ego is as inflated as it gets. For someone as intelligent as he is, it makes it hard for him to be around other people, so he tends to shun them, using his knowledge as a weapon to hurt others. He's the type of person to kick you while you're down and laugh at your pain. Envy doesn't have a sympathetic side and has hardly even heard of the word sympathy. Or, at least, that's how he acts in front of others. He's known for his cold exterior and snide remarks. Always a smart ass, he's got more enemies than friends whilst still maintaining his connections.
Although his behavior can reach beyond childish at times, Envy is also very business orientated and will always opt for the choices that will save his own skin. He seems to want what everybody else has, which is ironic considering his name. He's got attitude and a superiority complex the size of the universe and is not afraid to get sassy. Add in his huge amount of pervert like behavior and a dollop of angst and you've got one deluxe Envy to go. Enjoy.
Oh, and did I mention the sarcasm?
History: Envy was born into a very eccentric family. His mother had disappeared soon after his birth, he was left with his father who did nothing but work and was hardly ever home. Not only that, but his father also adopted a litany of other children, leaving Envy to assemble things into order. On the odd times his father was home, he'd had it drilled into him that failure was not an option. He wasn't born a natural genius, no. He'd been tutored and lectured to an inch of his life until knowledge became his first priority.
Hence, his passion became the study of the human body and mind. From high school, most people had always labeled Envy as different, and he thoughts so himself -- just in a different way than most. Whilst most believed him to be an arrogant weirdo, Envy grew up with the mindset that he was mentally superior to most others and grew into that way of thinking until it was his first nature instead of just his second.
He gained a strong competitive streak, even as he worked his way up in the eyes of the most important people with his talent, even if his attitude left much to be desired. Then, one day, he started hearing about the murders happening, and how it had stupefied even the greatest detective. His own research classes, by then, had just begun. News of his talent reached the ears of Dr. Tucker who offered him the chance of helping. Envy discovered some of what was going on and offered to only take a minor role.
However, despite his cruel nature, Envy is not evil by nature. He took up on the offer in an attempt to find out more so he could bring the entire operation to a close. In a way, one could almost say his true motive is the recognition and fame of being crowned a genius for solving a crime. Unfortunately, his pride stops him from requesting any help, and thus, his progress moves slowly, even though he's contemplated going to L before.
Appearance: From the top, Envy is every bit as unusual as his personality. Long green hair that reaches his waist decorates the top of his head, constantly a reason from his being teased about his "envy green" locks during school. He is known for wearing a headband over his forehead with a strange symbol on it. Oddly enough, his eyes a clear gold, like a cats, which gives him a very feral look every time he grins or smirks, though his face is somewhat boyish. Combined with his slender body type, Envy is kind of like a lanky commodity for people to stare at.
And then there is his fashion sense... or, to some, his lack there of. Envy's clothes tend to be rather... revealing. Against the normal protocol, most of his clothes are obscenely tight fitting or indecently small. His goal seems to be showing as much skin off as humanly possible. Unless it's for business, one will never find Envy dressed in something remotely normal. In a way, it's his version of teenage rebellion.
Miscellaneous: Is so seme, it's actually hardcore.
Character used: Envy
And~ A sample of your roleplaying abilities:
A bead of sweat slowly trickled down his temple, getting caught in his eyebrow, lost amongst many others. Pinked lips holding a hint of red closed around rich, succulent fruits, and chocolate brown eyes blinked lazily in the glare of the dying sun. There wasn't even the faintest whisper of breeze, leaves hung still and silent around him. With the absence of the rustling, the cicadas seemed to sing louder than ever, serenading him with a private symphony, though their shrilling seemed to hurt his ear. Kim Jung Lee leaned against a slender tree, letting the sweet flesh of the mango dissolve upon his tongue.
Although, not ten paces away, there was a small bazaar situated, Lee had found himself a secluded area in which to rest himself and reflect upon the day and what had lead up to it.
Born into a semi-wealthy, aspiring family, Lee was the second oldest son. Not really needed to carry on the family name, he was simply expected to keep up high standards and perhaps marry into another family with a big corporation. However, Lee didn't wish that for himself. Instead, he wished to travel, to know the world. Scorned and belittled by his family, Lee asked his father for a challenge, which was gladly given. His father had told him if he could carve a name for himself on his travels, in order not to disgrace his family, he would be pardoned from all expectations and free to choose his own lifestyle. If he failed, he would obey without question.
The challenge was gladly accepted, and Lee had set out on his family's funds, trying to make himself known in the world of art. Hard work as it was, it was something Lee loved. Decided to begin his travels directly West, Lee had traveled to all the famous landmarks in India and Iran. Camera at the ready, Lee grew famous for his still image photography and captured-life paintings.
No matter the taboo, Lee risked even his life to getting the best photos. Many a time had he trespassed unto forbidden ground to snap the perfect photo. And, on his last escapade, he'd been told about a mysterious but beautiful Mosque in Arabia. Naturally, his curiosity had been peaked, and he yearned to learn more about the mysterious structure that bode so many frightening stories.
Arriving in the city earlier that day, Lee had gotten caught up in the thrill that was entering a market place like that for the first time. The smell of sweat, sweet perfumes, spicy and exotic foods, animal muck, and excitement clung to his very nostrils, creating a unique scent that was very much Riyadh. Enticed by women in silken saris and Egyptian silk robes, and men with seductive sales pitches and special bargains, he'd bought a little of everything, from jewelry and clothing, to food and small household items.
As the brief whirlwind of activity dimmed as he left the city with his newly purchased mango, Lee had spotted the Mosque in the distance and gasped. Even from a few miles away, it was still breathtaking. Lazily, his finger tapped against his camera. He would take a picture of it in all its glory, even if it meant breaking in. After this vow, he'd found himself a secluded area to eat and ponder, which is where he was found now.
Finishing off the exotic fruits and washing his hand with water from his skein, Lee stood and made his way to the edges of the city, where a few taxi drivers lounged about, waiting for business. Hailing one, he waiting for it to stop and climbed inside. The interior smelt of spice, old perfume, and Agarwood incense; not at all unpleasant, but still rather exotic for his senses.
"To Souk Ivizar, please," he asked in hesitant Arabic, still unsure of a lot of his enunciation, but pretty confident in his knowledge. The man nodded once, Abdel Majid Abdallah's dulcet voice ringing out from the radio. Lee nodded along to song during the ten minute drive over there, losing himself in the different style of music. It was refreshing and all at once calming yet exciting.
Arriving, his mouth gaped as he took in the sight of the Mosque up close. A myriad of many shades of orange, yellow, gold, and purple decorated the edges of the elegant structure as it was framed by the sunset creating the beautiful array. The shadows seemed softened yet illuminating, giving the building a breathtakingly haunting look to it. Elegant spires rose and looked as if they just touched the edge of the sky, even as elaborate domes and carvings intrigued one as they followed the complex patterns etched into the building itself.
He was slightly disappointed to see the walls, but he would make it over them, one way or another. He didn't care whether it was open to the public or not. There was an almost aching sensation in his heart that screamed at him to get closer... much closer. The taxi driver noticed the object of his fascination as he payed, and the man grinned.
"Very beautiful, isn't it. Unfortunately, not only is it cursed, but it is off-limits to most citizens," he said lowly, as if sharing an intimate secret. Lee leaned down to listen better. "People go missing if they get too close to the Mosque."
A shiver wracked his body, but it wasn't from far as the taxi driver thought -he'd had to endure a speech on how he shouldn't worry and should just stay near the vendors - it was mostly out of excitement. What sort of secrets did the place hold? He did not know, but he was determined to find out. With purpose, he trekked through the quieter, but no less popular, marketplace of Souk Ivizar. Again, he bought a few items. In fact, an old lady had approached him with a charm.
"'Twill protect you from the evils of the Mosque, my child," she'd muttered, and refused to leave him until he'd accepted it. Afterwards, he'd just kept it in his pocket, forgetting it for the moment.
As it was, night was falling and he needed to slip into the Mosque at the guard change. Quickly, he snapped a few pictures of the beautiful spired building against a backdrop of liquid, fiery sky. It was very much worth coming here.
Alas. his chance arrived, and Lee quickly scaled the walls with a practiced ease, as if he'd lived his life climbing walls and trees. As soon as he reached the top, he leaped down and looked about suspiciously. Once fully turned around, he stood frozen in shock, mouth wide open. He'd just assumed guards were only on the outside, but they were apparently on the inside too. He neither moved nor uttered a sound, surveying them as silently as they did with him. Finally, he opened his mouth to speak when something hit him it the side. He looked down, only to notice a small needle. The effect was near immediate, and he lost control of his limbs. All he could do was yell out in horror, long and loud, before succumbing to the darkness, wondering what the punishment of his trespassing could be, and asking himself whether or not knocking him out was the best way to go about things.
The darkness was a blissful reprieve.
