Post by WILLIAM VON ENGEL on Jun 18, 2009 18:40:30 GMT -5
WILLIAMLEEVON ENGEL
[/size][/font]"i'm not your boyfriend baby
i ain't your cute little sex toy"
i ain't your cute little sex toy"
BUT IF THEY PUBLISH THIS PICTURE
[/color]you have the choice to sue them[/size][/center]
YOU START WITH YOURSELF
[/size]and you work backwards[/font][/center]
NAME: william lee von engel
NICKNAMES: "Silly Willy Lee" ; Asshole ; Hey You!
AGE: seventeen
GENDER:
GRADE: junior
POWER(S): shapeshifter (prefers winged predators, and carnivores in particular ) and can "partially" shift (take on slight features of an animal ) ; invisibilty ( can be seen by high-strength cameras, however, if standing still )
HOUSE: DULCAMARA
I WAS A PERSONALITY BEFORE
[/size]i became a person[/font][/center]
FEARS:
- Being taken by the Government
- His father will find out what he really is, and where he is
DREAMS:
- One day he'll live up to his father's expectations
- He dreams one day of traveling the world with the one he loves
SECRETS:
THREE BEST TRAITS:
THREE WORST TRAITS:
IT'S STUPID AND IT'S STRANGE
[/size]it's a directionless story[/font][/center]
PARENTS: alexandra von engel , 40 , laywer turned housewife
demetrius hans von engel , 46 , high ranking military official
SIBLINGS: sonata rochelle von engel , 23 , in college majoring in fashion design
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: n / a
HISTORY:
Being born into a wealthy family, William Lee von Engel had a plush life from the get-go. It had definitely influenced who he is, giving him that slight air of being ignorant of the sufferings around him, poverty wise. He was given whatever he needed and never went without, as he had doting grandparents and a few distant relatives who lived over-seas, back in Germany where his forebears made their lives.
His mother was a housewife, and because of this he always had an eye on him. Being in the military and climbing his way up the ranks quickly since the entire family was military, his father was strict. Will was taught extreme discipline from a young age, as well as manners and things.
As all chidlren do, Will rebelled in his older years. It seemed that he was the troubled teen, whereas his sister was a golden child. Polar opposites. Two extremes on the opposite ends of a spectrum. When Will was picking up the mail one day, he found the letter ot come here and wrote to the school, explaining his situation. They agreed to send a false package, lying about the school and how prestigeous they were, how selective, which was why the parents had never heard of the school before. Will was soon on his way to the school, to learn about his new-found abilities.
[/size]GIVE HIM A MASK AND
he will tell you the truth[/font][/center]
NAME: Serpentina
EXPERIENCE: five years or so, probably more like six
RP EXAMPLE:
Smoke assaulted his eyes and nose as soon as the door opened, though Draegon made no note of it. He was used to the bitter-sweet smell filling his lungs. Though Draegon didn't smoke, and only one in a blue moon did he indulge in a cigar, his parents had been lifelong chain smokers, his father having died from lung cancer. The scent only served to remind him on his childhood, pull out memories long forgotten. Draegon stalked over to the back most corner, taking a seat and waiting for a waitress to get off her rear and realize he was there. The Wizard didn't have to wait long, the Anaweir Women trotting over, smoothing down the front of her uniform.
"May I take your order, sir?" She said, with a fake smile plastered across her perfect face. It made Draegon want to break it. "Yes, you may. I'll have a whiskey, the usual." Of course he was no stranger to this bar and so his "usual" was known by all the servers. His cold demeanor and tone that did nothing to hide his disgust were nothing out of the normal, either. Bobbing her head and writing it down, the girl pranced back to the kitchens. Such an annoying specimen she was. Turning his attention to the room around him, Draegon trained his eyes on each occupant in turn. A band was setting up in the far corner on stage, though they weren't going to play for another couple of hours.
When his order had come back, the man lifted the whiskey to his lips, nursing the bitter liquid while he continued his scan of the room. It seemed full of Anaweir, though he knew that wouldn't last for long. Taking a larger gulp of his drink, Draegon let himself "space out", as many called it, and let his guard down.
"May I take your order, sir?" She said, with a fake smile plastered across her perfect face. It made Draegon want to break it. "Yes, you may. I'll have a whiskey, the usual." Of course he was no stranger to this bar and so his "usual" was known by all the servers. His cold demeanor and tone that did nothing to hide his disgust were nothing out of the normal, either. Bobbing her head and writing it down, the girl pranced back to the kitchens. Such an annoying specimen she was. Turning his attention to the room around him, Draegon trained his eyes on each occupant in turn. A band was setting up in the far corner on stage, though they weren't going to play for another couple of hours.
When his order had come back, the man lifted the whiskey to his lips, nursing the bitter liquid while he continued his scan of the room. It seemed full of Anaweir, though he knew that wouldn't last for long. Taking a larger gulp of his drink, Draegon let himself "space out", as many called it, and let his guard down.
