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Aug 14, 2011((Yes well, I tend to be very thorough when I think up my character. As little holes as possibles :smile.gif:. Though sometimes I get carried away, forgive me for that. But a typical app should have a bit of meat to it anyways. It's the backbone to the only contact to a role-play you'll have (the character). So it's worth putting some real effort into an application.))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
Aug 14, 2011He's been in one of my role-plays before. He just doesn't learn. And based on this role-play, he still hasn't. Needless to say, he rage quit out of my role-play. Basically, he's not really a team player. No compromises or working together with others for him, just himself only. You can't do that in a role-play. That's why all your past role-plays have failed, PieWizard. And when I read this OP, it had the same structure as all his last failed RPs.Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
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The first thing people notice about Harrison is his lanky height. Standing at about 7 feet, there is rarely anyone taller than him. However, he is probably the thinner than anyone else around. His shoulders only a bit more wider than his head, he is what you call a "human twig". No matter how much he ate (And he eats a lot), how hard he tried to build up muscle, his body just wouldn't stock up. Harrison was just skin and bones.
He seems to have a big head, but that is only due to his thin body. In reality, Harrison had quite a nicely structured head, his facial features all in the right places. His soft green eyes gave the first impression that he was a nice, friendly person. The rest of his face complimented his eyes. Harrison's nose didn't curve viciously, nor did his mouth set upon a hard frown. No, they all fit together quite nicely. A prominent nose, a warm smile (He loved to laugh and smile), and cheekbones high just enough to set his eyes out even more.
His legs were quite long. In one stride, he could take a step longer than what would take the average person three. He could mount a horse with ease, although he preferred not to ride horses, since his knees always bumped his arms while attempting to ride. And like any other person, the span of his arms neatly matched his height.
The one outfit Harrison loved to wear was the tailcoat. Black, the tailcoat that Harrison wore was cut flatteringly, which alas, elongated his already-elongated figure. It was single-breasted, and like all tailcoats, it couldn't be closed. He wore the tailcoat with black trousers, which were held up by suspenders, since a belt could not fit under the coat. The suspenders were unnoticeable, since they were hidden under the coat. Under the coat, he wore a nice, white waistcoat, shirt, and bow tie. He walked around in black dress shoes. To top it all off, Harrison donned a pair of evening white gloves. He would love to walk around with a cane, but none were made to fit his size.
Harrison usually keeps a bright, warm attitude. Keeping his composure like a true gentleman, he rarely burst in anger or frustration. Never letting others see into his emotions or thoughts, he is very capable of putting up a fake front, however. So while being cordial, Harrison is also reserved. Not in a sense where he blocks himself from the community, but rather keeping his deep self away from others from prying. He didn't like the idea of people prying into his thoughts, poking and prodding with questions and inquiries.
Harrison never had an interest in combat or the likes. Anything that had to do with killing, he didn't care for. Rather, he loved fun. Entertainment was his business. He was constantly finding ways to stay entertained. He wasn't the performer. He was the one who set the performer up, and was the audience.
He hated physical work, and his body could not really keep up with anything that required for him to exert force. But he was the quick thinker. He was capable of flipping a situation that was against him to be for him in a matter of moments. Which allowed him to be able to put up a fake front whenever he wished.
A peculiar, almost useless ability that Harrison has is that he is able to consume massive amounts of alcohol without tipping over the edge, contrary to his body size. Which allows him to drink the alcoholic beverage he loves so dearly whenever he wanted to.
All Harrison had was the fine clothes on him, and a couple more items. A small flask at his waist, holding the alcoholic beverage he loved to drink. And a little pad of parchment he kept in his breast pocket, in case he had any profound ideas to write down.
**Harrison was born into the family of a businessman. His father owned all the markets within the port city they lived in. However, he was raised by a nanny, since his mother had died giving birth to him. A normal, sad death. Yet from an early age, his nanny thought some was wrong with the child. The child's body would look too thin, almost like an underfed one on the streets. So the nanny, not wanting to be blamed for such things, overfed the child. The food that Harrison was fed didn't so go out the other side. No, he grew. Instead of growing horizontally, he grew vertically.
From when he began his schooling studies, he had an interest in toys and in general all things that were, well, entertaining. He was terrible in all subjects, simply because he did not pay attention.
As he grew older, him, along with his two younger brothers (His father remarried and had two more kids. The stepmother was never in the house. She was always outside, squandering wealth with her friends.), he set up a little talent show of sorts. It was cute. And it was the first time Harrison had really been outside the giant house he had lived in. He was home-schooled. It would have been considered a success, since all the kids from around the area came to watch and participate. Yet the kids harassed Harrison, ridiculing him for his thin and tall body. He was at least a head taller than all of them. Devastated, he returned home early, vowing to never go out again.
He stayed within the house, making friends with all the servants and maids, since they were the only other people in the house besides his brothers. They all loved him, because he was so friendly and outgoing with them. And until he was 24 years old did he stay within the house.
His father was assassinated. Enemies within the business killed him. Harrison had barely known his father, only meeting him when his father held a large birthday event for himself every year. Once a year he had met his father. So when Harrison's father died, Harrison barely felt a thing. But within the matter of days, his stepmother had gained control of all his father's property. His stepmother kicked Harrison out, since she had no care for the son that didn't belong to her. Exiled him from the household. She didn't care what happened to Harrison. Yet the servants and maids of the house, along with Harrison's stepbrother, whom Harrison had gotten very close with, were determined to help him. They were going to help him, until his stepmother found out, and called in the city guards to take Harrison away to the dungeons for "disturbing the peace within the household". Absolute nonsense to Harrison, but he soon realized his stepmother had paid them. Yet until the end, his friends and stepbrothers helped him, finding a driver to take him out of the city, to escape. They created a diversion while Harrison got into the back of the carriage while the rider spurred to horses to gallop.
Harrison left the gates of the city, the place where he spent his whole life.
Yet the guards sent riders after him. So the driver took a little detour to the side, into the forest. Already a week's worth of galloping away from the port, he rounded a tree, accidentally tipping the carriage, flinging Harrison out. He tumbled onto the ground, as the driver sped away, unknown to the little accident that happened.
Harrison, at a disbelief at what had happened in the past couple days, wandered for and hour or two, until he broke the forest treeline, into a large, vast clearing. Picturesque, a lake was settled into the ground. Green, lush foliage growing at the waterline.
Harrison strode into the clearing, amazed at the natural beauty. "What a-" Harrison paused as he noticed a figure walking some distance away. He ducked behind a boulder, scrunching his tall frame behind a small boulder. He squinted, noticing a bow draped across the man's back. He caught Harrison's eye because of the red shirt the man was wearing. The man did not seem hostile, for he was admiring the landscape. Harrison shrugged. "Eh, might as well give it a try. I have no lead on where to go. He may be the only help within miles around," he muttered to himself, heaving himself up. Straightening his coat, he dusted off his black dress trousers as he strode towards the man.
Add a one-liner: Harrison Clarke, the lanky, keen entertainment ace.
((Phew. Finally done.))
Aug 13, 2011((Inactive players are always a problem, especially for me >_>. But yeah, a restart doesnt sound bad, and Ido think the OP can be cleaned up/changed up a bit.))Posted in: Forum Roleplaying
((Yeah, I figured this RP was picking up DoC... Which was why I was interested in joining :wink.gif: I'll be willing to help you moderate this RP though. I'll create a new app if you restart, since restarting this seems like a strong idea.))
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