Post by Rowan Sebastian Winters on Mar 24, 2013 23:51:53 GMT -5
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Name: Rowan Sebastian Winters
Nicknames: Ro, but he doesn't really like it
Age: 24
Gender: male
Membergroup: local
Occupation: resort performer (actor, singer, musician, dancer and writer and composer)
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- - - - - -the a p p e a r a n c e
[/size]hair & eye color: his hair is chestnut brown and well-kept, his eyes are sea-green.
height: 6'0"
weight: 156 pounds
tattoos & piercings: "industrial" piercing in his left ear
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- - - - - -the p e r s o n a l i t y
[/size]Likes: broadway musicals, singing, dancing, theatre, reading, classical literature, ballet, piano, women, awkward situations, debate
Dislikes: most new pop music, social intolerance, dogs, republicans, roadkill, divas, being "stuck" in florida, his "career direction", celery strings, bad actors, singers who are off-pitch, bitchy dancers, bitches in general, when people call him out on being bitchy, rejection
Traits: intelligent, witty, snobby, rebellious, dramatic, melodramatic, kind-hearted, guarded, slightly bitter, direct, emotionally mature, long-suffering, scholarly, driven, nerdy, hopeless romantic, fun in the weirdest way
Overview: Rowan's not a snob, okay, well, he's a snob, but he's not a snob all the time: he's just got fantastic taste...and he likes to make his taste in art known to anyone to asks...and though who don't ask, as well. He's kind of bitter and frustrated right now, because of the direction his career is headed in. He feels disgraced and he often doubts himself, even though it appears that he has a sizeable ego to the outside world. He's a nice guy, he really is, he's just bored and possesses a serpent's tongue, if you know what I mean...
He's a well-dressed rebel. He did turn down a paid education from his parents in order to follow his passion. Rowan fancies himself something of a revolutionary and an idealist. He sees himself as Enjoras from Les Miserables - ready to stand at his barricade and die for what he believes in.
Even though he's a little down right now, he hasn't forgotten how to have a good time. He's a natural-born prankster and loves to laugh. He's extroverted and needs his friends and even though he's fairly mature, it doesn't stop him from being dramatic to the point of being obnoxious.
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[/size]Overview:
Rowan was born to a normal, suburban family in Washington state. He had a nice, normal childhood and went to a nice, normal school, had nice normal friends and did nice, normal extracurricular activities. Everything about him was nice and normal until he turned ten and was forced to be a tree in the school play, and that was when all the "nonsense" started.
Rowan's father was a dentist and his mother, a saleswoman. They were a normal family who lived in a normal house and Rowan's younger sister, Savannah was also nice and normal in every way -- bringing home straight A's and playing soccer on the weekends. Their parents had already begun saving for their college education and they were going to major in economics or business, or something sensible, like that, but on that night when Rowan went onstage and played a tree, his life changed forever.
At first, his parents claimed that he had been bitten by the "drama bug" and that it was good that he explore the arts in elementary school, but Rowan didn't stop there: he did theatre all through junior high and when he entered high school, he had no interest in playing football or baseball or anything nice and normal. Instead, he had the nerve to ask, no, not only ask, but beg his parents to send him to a performing arts school. Of course, they refused and he attended their local high school instead, but he continued to perform in high school and community theatre. He even got a job at a fast-food restaurant so he could pay for voice lessons and dance class.
His parents sent him to a local college when he graduated high school and forced him to study business. Of course, he promptly dropped out and worked for a year waiting tables and reapplied and he was accepted to Penn State University -- into one of the most prestigious arts programs in the United States. He studied musical theatre for four years.
After graduation, Rowan moved to New York, where he tried unsuccessfully to get a job on Broadway. Then off-Broadway, then anything. Out of money, he took a job on a Disney cruise line long enough to get back on his feet before he settled in Coral Ridge to sing at weddings and act in the stage adaptions of Disney movies at the resort. It's only for now, it's just temporary until he can get back to New York to fulfill his destiny.
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[/size]Name: Rowan or Pip, my name is Peregrine, so I'll answer to that too.
Roleplay Sample:
Cassander heard a screech and readied himself for a bloodthirsty bat to fly at his face and tear out his ears and pierce a hole in his jugular vein through which to drain him of his blood. He reacted instinctively; switching his precious work to his left arm, he raised his right hand.
"Skidda mig!"
Instantly, a force-field bloomed around him. It only lasted for a second, but it would most certainly shock the hazardous creatures into feeding elsewhere. His work done, Cassander's wings twitched automatically, even though he knew he couldn't just up and fly out of this place, which was another reason why he hated feeling so closed in.
Instead, he turned to run down the stone corridor, away from the bats and whatever monster was waiting, just outside his line of vision, to eat him or make a necklace out of his teeth, or something. His entire back and wings were drenched in the slimy stuff of the wall and it was nothing short of disgusting.
But the soft light of a match caught hid attention. Great, the thing had fire. What horror that lurked down here had learned to control fire? A rogue dragon, perhaps? Maybe a pyromaniac troll? Brilliant, now instead of merely getting incinerated, he would be postmortem expelled for setting a troll loose to set the entire school on fire. Was that even a thing? Being postmortem expelled? Regardless, he didn't have time to concern himself with such things right then, and he cast a quick glance over his shoulder to check what would run him down before he got a chance to get out in the open and bravely fly away, when he caught site of a girl, standing there holding a match with a...dear gods, had he been hit by a songbird?
He stumbled to a halt. Girls weren't often dangerous, but even with all his magical scientific method, he wasn't one to turn a deaf ear to stories of hungry monsters who took pleasant forms to lure their victims into false security.
"Um...homework?" He suggested, as though it was the most normal thing in the world to be found in a secret passageway, clutching glass tubes full of dust, covered in slime.
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