Post by Jazmin on Oct 2, 2010 22:58:32 GMT -5
Name: Eric Kane
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Eric has an heir to him that makes anyone want to stay back. He's lanky, paper white, with dark violet scores beneath his eyes. His pitch black hair hangs in his face, but somehow manages to stay clear of his sharp hazel eyes. His strongest features are his old brown trench coat and a cigarette in his right hand, gripped loosely between his index finger and thumb.
Looking beneath Eric's clothes, there are innumerable scars littering his thin frame. There are abuse marks all over him, some dealt by others, and some from himself. On his wrists, he wears seven rubber bracelets on each side, cloaking old scars from when he was clinically depressed and had resorted to pain. On his shoulders, back, and hips, there are fading bruises. He is a runner, and when he tries to flee, his more bony areas are the parts that his attackers dive for. The bruises littering his back are from taking abuse from his father, who's temper is a ticking time bomb.
Personality Description: Looking at Eric's outer shell, one could never guess that he was abused, or even harmed at all. His voice cracks a bit higher than it should, and the way he talks makes him seem like he lives in paradise. He has a tendency to lean too close to who he is talking to, usually setting off some nasty tempers. His face is a book that has been shut and locked. You can never tell what he's thinking until he's one step ahead of you. His slumped figure shows years of drug abuse. But, inside, he is a terrified child. He has a nasty case of paranoia, and is constantly glancing over his shoulder to look for someone. When he's at home, his father can just growl and pull a heart string, sending Eric nearly into tears.
History: The beatings started when he was eight. He was getting into trouble quite often at school, and his father had come upstairs to his room. After twenty minutes had passed, both of their tempers had set off, and Eric tried to hit his dad. In return, his father beat him. Eric hasn't raised a hand to his father's power since.
As a freshman, Eric began spiraling into depression. He had been involved with drugs for two years now, and he had begun to fail school. His younger brother, who was clean, had the hearts and pride of his parents, and no matter what Eric did, his brother did it better. Finally, one night, he got so upset he nearly killed himself. He played Russian Roulette with himself, and he had pulled the trigger twice, yelping in fear each time, before his parents had hurried in. They pulled the gun away just as he was about to pull the trigger again. Eric Knew that that was the shot that would finally put him down, but he had never gotten the chance to see if he was correct.
Finally, Eric has begun wielding weapons, and he has killed two people, severely injuring god-knows-how-many. Very few have stared fights with Eric and gotten away without his blade slicing through them.
Preferred Gang/Rank: Shade Blades.
Starting Weapons(3 max):Eric only carries pocket knives and one Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol. He is notorious for his "lacing." He spends hours, even days, carving careful grooves and pockets in the blades of his knives. He then dips the blades in some of his father's whiskey, and slips them into covers, as if they didn't flip shut again. He leaves the knife alone for days, maybe a week, and then he will finally use it. The blades are grungy, filthy from the beer. They are perfect for dealing a nasty blow and leaving an infection. His Desert Eagle is a sleek black, and it remains tucked in the back of his pants, his long coat concealing its presence. He has one knife hooked to his pants pocket, and the other is in his coat pocket.
Other: Eric is only like a half-gang member. He prefers to be on his own, but he will still be at the gangs side through any major conflict.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Physical Description: Eric has an heir to him that makes anyone want to stay back. He's lanky, paper white, with dark violet scores beneath his eyes. His pitch black hair hangs in his face, but somehow manages to stay clear of his sharp hazel eyes. His strongest features are his old brown trench coat and a cigarette in his right hand, gripped loosely between his index finger and thumb.
Looking beneath Eric's clothes, there are innumerable scars littering his thin frame. There are abuse marks all over him, some dealt by others, and some from himself. On his wrists, he wears seven rubber bracelets on each side, cloaking old scars from when he was clinically depressed and had resorted to pain. On his shoulders, back, and hips, there are fading bruises. He is a runner, and when he tries to flee, his more bony areas are the parts that his attackers dive for. The bruises littering his back are from taking abuse from his father, who's temper is a ticking time bomb.
Personality Description: Looking at Eric's outer shell, one could never guess that he was abused, or even harmed at all. His voice cracks a bit higher than it should, and the way he talks makes him seem like he lives in paradise. He has a tendency to lean too close to who he is talking to, usually setting off some nasty tempers. His face is a book that has been shut and locked. You can never tell what he's thinking until he's one step ahead of you. His slumped figure shows years of drug abuse. But, inside, he is a terrified child. He has a nasty case of paranoia, and is constantly glancing over his shoulder to look for someone. When he's at home, his father can just growl and pull a heart string, sending Eric nearly into tears.
History: The beatings started when he was eight. He was getting into trouble quite often at school, and his father had come upstairs to his room. After twenty minutes had passed, both of their tempers had set off, and Eric tried to hit his dad. In return, his father beat him. Eric hasn't raised a hand to his father's power since.
As a freshman, Eric began spiraling into depression. He had been involved with drugs for two years now, and he had begun to fail school. His younger brother, who was clean, had the hearts and pride of his parents, and no matter what Eric did, his brother did it better. Finally, one night, he got so upset he nearly killed himself. He played Russian Roulette with himself, and he had pulled the trigger twice, yelping in fear each time, before his parents had hurried in. They pulled the gun away just as he was about to pull the trigger again. Eric Knew that that was the shot that would finally put him down, but he had never gotten the chance to see if he was correct.
Finally, Eric has begun wielding weapons, and he has killed two people, severely injuring god-knows-how-many. Very few have stared fights with Eric and gotten away without his blade slicing through them.
Preferred Gang/Rank: Shade Blades.
Starting Weapons(3 max):Eric only carries pocket knives and one Desert Eagle semi-automatic pistol. He is notorious for his "lacing." He spends hours, even days, carving careful grooves and pockets in the blades of his knives. He then dips the blades in some of his father's whiskey, and slips them into covers, as if they didn't flip shut again. He leaves the knife alone for days, maybe a week, and then he will finally use it. The blades are grungy, filthy from the beer. They are perfect for dealing a nasty blow and leaving an infection. His Desert Eagle is a sleek black, and it remains tucked in the back of his pants, his long coat concealing its presence. He has one knife hooked to his pants pocket, and the other is in his coat pocket.
Other: Eric is only like a half-gang member. He prefers to be on his own, but he will still be at the gangs side through any major conflict.