Post by Sturm on Mar 20, 2006 2:09:09 GMT 12
Name >> Matt Wilkinson
Age>> 17
Gender >> Male
Tribe >> Wharf Rats
Rank >> Commoner
Nationality >> US American
Politics >> Liberalism
Romantic orientation >> The Sea
Appearance >> Tall and well built, light brown eyes and short brown hair. Likes to wear the cloths that give him more comfort, usually a pair of jeans, a blank t-shirt and his old blue jacket. An old pair of tennis is all that he needs for his feet.
Attitude >> Calm and introspective, he’s the kind of person that you would expect to see a lot, but not to bother you. He is a very simple person, but as one big problem, the lust for revenge. If you have harmed him or some close to him, you’ll be on trouble in the future. It’s probable that he’ll be all smiles to you, but one day some “accident” will be happening to you… If you’re trying to see him, it’s easy, go to any place near the sea, and its highly probable that he’ll be right there, looking at the see and writing on is old book.
History >> The sea, it’s always the sea. I remember the first time I saw it. It was a foggy day, and when I came down to the beach. Those salty smells make a thunderous ride to conquer my lungs, and from that time I could never stay too much time apart from the sea beneath the Statue of Liberty. New York becomes my city. When my family died in that horrible catastrophe, and they send me to Missouri, I rested just the time enough to flee from there and return for my salty smell at the sight of New York Sea.
When I came back, New York was now New Pork, and the places are stranger than ever. People where all young like me. There are no adults in New Pork, just a bunch of kid’s clans, or tribes. When I was told that one of them control the seas, I was eager to become part of them. Jade was the leader of them, the Wharf Rats. She was quite regal, a strong leader with a strong sense of power. I said to her that if she let me stay by the sea, I’ll gladly help them when she need, and accept her leadership.
All that combat training that the Wharf Rats insisted in giving to me was strong, but in my youth days I had been in a Karate Shotokai dojo, so I don’t need that so much as some of the others. That training was in some aspects quite different. The Karate insists that you’ll need to excel your body and mind to become a strong fighter. The Wharf Rats insists in victory. My life here is an insistence, and that word as became more and more important to me. I insist in getting up early all the days, and go off to the docks, waiting to see in the first rays of the sun a glimpse of a great ship from distant shores. I think one day that ship will come, with the solution for all our troubles. Until there, I’ll be here waiting.
The other clans are ok, but the Vampires are quite strange. Well, stranger than the others. How can they survive without seeing the sun reflecting all its beauty in the sea?
Reputation >> For being the calm, weird guy by the sea, the believer.
Age>> 17
Gender >> Male
Tribe >> Wharf Rats
Rank >> Commoner
Nationality >> US American
Politics >> Liberalism
Romantic orientation >> The Sea
Appearance >> Tall and well built, light brown eyes and short brown hair. Likes to wear the cloths that give him more comfort, usually a pair of jeans, a blank t-shirt and his old blue jacket. An old pair of tennis is all that he needs for his feet.
Attitude >> Calm and introspective, he’s the kind of person that you would expect to see a lot, but not to bother you. He is a very simple person, but as one big problem, the lust for revenge. If you have harmed him or some close to him, you’ll be on trouble in the future. It’s probable that he’ll be all smiles to you, but one day some “accident” will be happening to you… If you’re trying to see him, it’s easy, go to any place near the sea, and its highly probable that he’ll be right there, looking at the see and writing on is old book.
History >> The sea, it’s always the sea. I remember the first time I saw it. It was a foggy day, and when I came down to the beach. Those salty smells make a thunderous ride to conquer my lungs, and from that time I could never stay too much time apart from the sea beneath the Statue of Liberty. New York becomes my city. When my family died in that horrible catastrophe, and they send me to Missouri, I rested just the time enough to flee from there and return for my salty smell at the sight of New York Sea.
When I came back, New York was now New Pork, and the places are stranger than ever. People where all young like me. There are no adults in New Pork, just a bunch of kid’s clans, or tribes. When I was told that one of them control the seas, I was eager to become part of them. Jade was the leader of them, the Wharf Rats. She was quite regal, a strong leader with a strong sense of power. I said to her that if she let me stay by the sea, I’ll gladly help them when she need, and accept her leadership.
All that combat training that the Wharf Rats insisted in giving to me was strong, but in my youth days I had been in a Karate Shotokai dojo, so I don’t need that so much as some of the others. That training was in some aspects quite different. The Karate insists that you’ll need to excel your body and mind to become a strong fighter. The Wharf Rats insists in victory. My life here is an insistence, and that word as became more and more important to me. I insist in getting up early all the days, and go off to the docks, waiting to see in the first rays of the sun a glimpse of a great ship from distant shores. I think one day that ship will come, with the solution for all our troubles. Until there, I’ll be here waiting.
The other clans are ok, but the Vampires are quite strange. Well, stranger than the others. How can they survive without seeing the sun reflecting all its beauty in the sea?
Reputation >> For being the calm, weird guy by the sea, the believer.
