Post by Endymion on Apr 12, 2010 11:19:01 GMT -5
Full Name:
Endymion Ruard
Age:
he lost track centuries ago, however he appears to be in his early twenties
Race:
fallen angel
Powers:
chronokinesis, the ability to slow and hasten time
telekinesis, to move objects using only one's mind
Appearance:
his body is thin and willowy, his cerulean hair standing out in contrast to his pale, milky skin and light blue eyes. the green strands often fall into his vision, cut short around his face and left long in the back to be tied into a loose ponytail, reaching his shoulderblades. he has a soft face, often carrying a stern, cold expression. his lanky form is delicate, small, and far from intimidating, despite his height. with a moderate amount of muscle, he isn't just skin and bones, though with his build some could assume he doesn't have much power to him. golden earrings dangle from his ears, large, thin ivory feathered wings remaining hidden most of the time. he usually wears a nice pair dress shoes, accompanied by black jeans and an long, white, button-up shirt, which is often worn open. he always carries a gray backpack with him, but he's never willing to open it up for anyone.
Personality:
despite his divine roots, Endymion is a bit of a punk. he doesn't bother hiding his selfish nature, and seems to prefer it when people distance themselves from him. stubborn and determined, he can sometimes have a one-track mind, devoting all his time and energy to one purpose while at the same time seeming to forget his own well-being. he tends to be calm and collected, seeming almost arrogant in his ways. he can be blunt, and doesn't usually care when his words hit others hard. oftentimes he won't even speak without good reason to. still, his words often come from experience, and he doesn't like to see people making mistakes. he is just looking out for others, but it tends to come across the wrong way.
although he's often rather aloof, he can be friendly when he wants to be. he'll often go out of his way to help others, unable to keep himself from his angelic duties. most of the time he'll claim he was bored, as he doesn't like people hanging around in hopes of repaying their debts. he disappears just as quickly as he shows up, sometimes picking the most awkward times to turn around and leave. however when he does feel like staying with someone, it can be hard to get him to leave. he has no problem stalking people to make sure they get home safely. Endymion can get a bit overly-protective, even when it comes to those he has no business protecting. while you wouldn't guess it from first meeting him, he can't stand injustices, and will work to turn things back around to how they should be.
his devotion and caring nature are both qualities to admire, but they can be hard to find due to his rough edges.
Job:
guardian, he devotes all of his time to protecting his butterfly
RP Sample
The red light flashed as the clock's alarm went off, its shrill repetitive cries managing to get an angry growl out Endymion. He turned his head away, keeping his eyes shut tight as he forced his ear tight against the pillow, trying his best to ignore the noise. He pulled his shoulders up, gritting his teeth as the alarm continued. The angel was never ready for morning to come, it seemed. He thrust his hand out toward the nightstand, knocking over the half-empty glass of water he'd placed there for himself last night. At the sound of shattering glass he turned back to the clock and opened a single blue eye, frowning at the broken cup as he glared it down. Mumbling, he moved his hand to switch off the alarm, sitting himself up in bed as soon as the sound came to a stop. Resting his back against the wooden headboard he shuddered, his skin unable to handle its cold surface after so many hours under the warm blankets.
With a sigh, he tossed his legs over the edge of the bed, hunching forward and burying his face in his hands. His slender fingers ran through his hair, brushing out the messy locks lazily as he stared blankly at the floor. He wasn't looking forward to going out and wandering around in search of his Butterfly, but it had to be done if he wanted to get anywhere. Looking up, he rubbed his chin, watching the sky through the open window. Hoisting himself up off the sheets, he got himself a towel to dab up the water with. As he wiped the liquid from the table and soaked it from the carpet, he picked up the pieces of glass, wrapping them in the cloth and leaving them on the nightstand. Coffee... What he needed was coffee. Looking back at the red-faced clock, he wiped his eyes. He would have to go down the street and get some if he wanted anything to get done today. Grabbing his shirt from the foot of the bed, he threw it on his back. He slid his arms through and straightened the collar before putting on his shoes and heading to the door. The glass could be taken care of later, he couldn't think straight without his morning coffee.