Post by Cujo on Jul 5, 2008 20:02:47 GMT -5
Name: Cujo.
Age: 17.
Apparent Age: It depends on how he acts. Most of the time [when he's acting serious and not messing around] he looks about 19. If he starts goofing off he looks closer to 16.
Gender: Male.
Hair: Dark brown with [bright] red streaks.
Eyes: Coal black.
Appearance: Cujo is tall and extremely thin. He doesn't look like he'd be able to fight well, but anyone who's challenged him quickly learned otherwise. His deep brown hair falls across his eyes and brushes the collar of his shirt on the back of his neck.
His attire consists mainly of jeans and a plain tee with a button-up shirt over it. He always wears boots; he doesn't like sandals or tennis shoes. Most of the time he wears a small, plain silver chain around his neck and two small silver hoops through his left ear.
Code Name: I can't think of one. Any suggestions? Or can I say he doesn't have one?
Powers: If he stands still long enough, he can 'blend in' with his surroundings. (When he walks into a shadow, he disappears from view [though he's really still there].)
Background: His parents vanished when he was five and Cujo was sent to live with his uncle and aunt in a small town just outside of Bayville. When Cujo was eight, his aunt died. His uncle started to drink, and was often violent when he was drunk. By the time Cujo was ten, he was tired of dealing with the kids at his school teasing him about his appearance all the time. (They didn't know it was because of his uncle; Cujo told them he fell.) On his eleventh birthday, he ran away. After a few weeks of being away from his uncle, his powers developed. The X-Men found him shortly after that and invited them to go back to the Mansion with them, and he accepted the offer. He refused (and still refuses) to tell anyone his last name or what his life was like before they found him.
Anything else you'd like to add: He has a horrible temper and does not like to swim or be near a large body of water. Don't ask about his past; he'll get mad.
Sample RP: (I hope it's all right if I RP in first person instead of third; it's easier for me. I pulled this off of another site [It's the beginning of a thread I started], so I apologize if there are any mistakes I didn't fix. The other site is pretty close to this one, only instead of the Brotherhood and X-Men there's different names. So, if the Fifty or Murders appear, that's why. ^^; Also, if it says Cujo's human...on the other site, he is.)
[Cujo:]
I slipped through the trees quietly, keeping to the shadows and darkest parts of the forest. I definitly didn't want to get caught out here; the area was probably crawling with members of the Brotherhood. I had been so intent on making sure it was hard for the human that was hunting me to follow that I hadn't noticed I'd walked right into an open clearing. I dropped down into the long grass and held still, hoping nobody had seen me.
After what seemed like an eternity, though I'm sure was only minutes, I could hear the guy that was following me. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn't see me, or, worse yet, step on me. I didn't even consider moving; he would see the grass sway. I was stuck where I had dropped; I had to hope for the best.
Affiliate: X-Men, I suppose.
Age: 17.
Apparent Age: It depends on how he acts. Most of the time [when he's acting serious and not messing around] he looks about 19. If he starts goofing off he looks closer to 16.
Gender: Male.
Hair: Dark brown with [bright] red streaks.
Eyes: Coal black.
Appearance: Cujo is tall and extremely thin. He doesn't look like he'd be able to fight well, but anyone who's challenged him quickly learned otherwise. His deep brown hair falls across his eyes and brushes the collar of his shirt on the back of his neck.
His attire consists mainly of jeans and a plain tee with a button-up shirt over it. He always wears boots; he doesn't like sandals or tennis shoes. Most of the time he wears a small, plain silver chain around his neck and two small silver hoops through his left ear.
Code Name: I can't think of one. Any suggestions? Or can I say he doesn't have one?
Powers: If he stands still long enough, he can 'blend in' with his surroundings. (When he walks into a shadow, he disappears from view [though he's really still there].)
Background: His parents vanished when he was five and Cujo was sent to live with his uncle and aunt in a small town just outside of Bayville. When Cujo was eight, his aunt died. His uncle started to drink, and was often violent when he was drunk. By the time Cujo was ten, he was tired of dealing with the kids at his school teasing him about his appearance all the time. (They didn't know it was because of his uncle; Cujo told them he fell.) On his eleventh birthday, he ran away. After a few weeks of being away from his uncle, his powers developed. The X-Men found him shortly after that and invited them to go back to the Mansion with them, and he accepted the offer. He refused (and still refuses) to tell anyone his last name or what his life was like before they found him.
Anything else you'd like to add: He has a horrible temper and does not like to swim or be near a large body of water. Don't ask about his past; he'll get mad.
Sample RP: (I hope it's all right if I RP in first person instead of third; it's easier for me. I pulled this off of another site [It's the beginning of a thread I started], so I apologize if there are any mistakes I didn't fix. The other site is pretty close to this one, only instead of the Brotherhood and X-Men there's different names. So, if the Fifty or Murders appear, that's why. ^^; Also, if it says Cujo's human...on the other site, he is.)
[Cujo:]
I slipped through the trees quietly, keeping to the shadows and darkest parts of the forest. I definitly didn't want to get caught out here; the area was probably crawling with members of the Brotherhood. I had been so intent on making sure it was hard for the human that was hunting me to follow that I hadn't noticed I'd walked right into an open clearing. I dropped down into the long grass and held still, hoping nobody had seen me.
After what seemed like an eternity, though I'm sure was only minutes, I could hear the guy that was following me. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn't see me, or, worse yet, step on me. I didn't even consider moving; he would see the grass sway. I was stuck where I had dropped; I had to hope for the best.
Affiliate: X-Men, I suppose.
