Post by christopher d. williams on Dec 20, 2009 16:46:33 GMT -5
CHRISTOPHER DANIEL WILLIAMS
* I will never let you fall.
I'll stand up with you forever.
I'll be there for you through it all .
HEY THERE. THE NAME IS DEFRAYY, AND I AM FOURTEEN.
I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR ABOUT SIX AND A HALF MONTHS
AND MY OTHER CHARACTERSWOULD BE NONE YET.
- - - - nicknames, chris, danny
- - - - gender, male
- - - - age, appears to be eighteen, but he is really ninety-eight
- - - - race/level, guardian angel
- - - - side, good
- - - - sexuality, bisexual
- - - - occupation, guarding his humans
- - - - wealth class, up there
- - - - describe power, Just like every other angel, Christopher has a power. He happens to have telekinesis, which allows him to move objects with his mind. The length of movement seems to depend on the size of the object. If it is something like a pencil he can move it quite far, but a car may only be a few metres.
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- - - - hair, light brown, darker brown, changes through the years
- - - - build, a small boy who happens to have a lot of muscle.
- - - - weight, 145 lbs.
- - - - height, 6'1
- - - - fashion sense, Christopher has never been the one to follow any trends, so it's easy to see him wearing different styles every day. Some would say he prefers farmers clothes, or even vintage.
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- - - - loathes, that he is no longer in heaven, violence, hatred, war, guns, blood
- - - - strengths, beautiful, good sense of humour, love for humans
- - - - weaknesses, easily distracted, holds grudges
- - - - dreams, world peace, no more homeless people, human rights to be made into a law
- - - - fears, demons, death, failing at his job
- - - - overall personality, Christopher’s personality matches his beauty, which only makes sense being an angel. Along with his love of humans, comes his talkative side. He loves to ask questions to get the basic story of humans. As much as he would love to know everything about a human’s story, he knows when it’s time to stop asking questions and change the topic. To appear human Christopher happens to own his own apartment, it comes as a “gift” from his “parents” who happened to have died years ago. His “uncle” takes care of him now. Inside his apartment you will find that it was quite organized. Everything seems to be in place most of the time. Depending on his mood, the room will stay so.
When he knows his human is danger he is far from calm. There is no more taking care of him, only pacing the floorboards of his human’s room. Every little movement will make him jump. Every creak will make him gasp. On the other hand, if his human is safe then he is as calm as a dead body. Music seems to keep him like that. Many people had started asking him what he does in his spare time, and his room filled with instruments and an own personal recording studio answers that question. Only a few months after landing on Earth, he realized how much music could change a person. Soon he took up instrument playing, and singing.
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The laughter of little children soon joined the sounds of the ocean waves crashing. Gracie had seated herself on a towel on the soft white sand. Dragging her fingers back and forth she closed her eyes. The beach had always been a favourite place of hers. In fact, back when she was a little girl her parents had flown out to California every summer, just to soak up the sun. She had always spent those days building sand castles and falling asleep to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was a lovely sound, at least Gracie thought so. Some people complained about the sound, claiming it disturbed their peace and quiet.
"Mommy mommy! I want candy floss!" She heard a little girl scream out behind her. A small smile formed on her face as she remembered the day she first tried candy floss. It was delicious, something that filled her with happiness. She had wanted to try and candy floss once again, but she knew her body wouldn't hold it down, and that it would bring her weight up. Sighing she tugged on the hem of her shirt. Once again she had forgotten her hoodie back in the dorm room, and was freezing. Shivering slightly she reached for her bag and pulled out her cell phone. No new texts, she frowned slightly and slid it back into the bag.
A cool breeze found it's way to Gracie, causing her to shiver more. Her eyes looked out at the water and she smiled. Pulling off her socks, she got even more cold, but ignored it. Her toes dug into the sand, which seemed to be warmer than she had thought it would be. She grabbed a bottle from beside her and brought it to her lips. The fruity alcoholic drink slid down her throat, and entered her system. Alcohol was one of the many things that had brought her to where she was today. Her smile widened as her body became more numb.
"Mommy mommy! I want candy floss!" She heard a little girl scream out behind her. A small smile formed on her face as she remembered the day she first tried candy floss. It was delicious, something that filled her with happiness. She had wanted to try and candy floss once again, but she knew her body wouldn't hold it down, and that it would bring her weight up. Sighing she tugged on the hem of her shirt. Once again she had forgotten her hoodie back in the dorm room, and was freezing. Shivering slightly she reached for her bag and pulled out her cell phone. No new texts, she frowned slightly and slid it back into the bag.
A cool breeze found it's way to Gracie, causing her to shiver more. Her eyes looked out at the water and she smiled. Pulling off her socks, she got even more cold, but ignored it. Her toes dug into the sand, which seemed to be warmer than she had thought it would be. She grabbed a bottle from beside her and brought it to her lips. The fruity alcoholic drink slid down her throat, and entered her system. Alcohol was one of the many things that had brought her to where she was today. Her smile widened as her body became more numb.
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