Post by Ric on Jul 20, 2011 14:45:26 GMT -8
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Richard Xander
Also Known As: Ric
Age: 15
Height: 6'1
Weight: 176lbs
Blood Type: O+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Running
Talents: Memory
Favorite things: Mauy Thai, Jujitsu
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: N?A
Mental Information
Personality: He's been defined as crazy, to an extent. He won't just sit there drooling, talking about how pretty that kitty in the corner is, despite there being no kitty. He'll act randomly, space out, and can flip the switch from happy to violent in an instant.
For the most part, he can act like a normal teenager.... Heh, Oxymoron... And he won't just lash out at anyone around him. He can act civil if he needs to, but at the same time his mind has always been moving towards thinking lower of those around him. He doesn't think of them as insects per say, more like minions that he needs to control.
In one-on-one situations his mind will easily waver, unless his attention is drawn purely to whomever he's with. It's not that he's bored, simply he's open to everything around him, which at the same time makes him a bit paranoid.
Mentality: He believes he's better then everyone else, and doesn't have any hindrance in showing it. He'll objectify himself as one's superior, no matter their age, and doesn't take kindly to those who try to impose their authority above him. He's a rebel.
Ideal: "I'm the boss, you'll bow down."
Belief: He wants to rule the world one day. He's never believed that he couldn't, and refuses to listen to those who say's he can't.
Physical Information
Build: Lithe, to put it bluntly. He's tall, but due to his age he hasn't quite grown into his adult strength... and for good reason, he's not quite an adult. He's wiry, but with long, strong muscles. His strength is barely higher then average, but his main strength lies in the quickness of his muscles and the resistance of his stabilizer muscles.
His frame his narrow, no broad shoulders to speak of. His joints are bony, and to look at him you'd assume he's weak as there's little to no fat upon his body. His hands are large for his age, but like the rest of his body his fingers are wiry. His feet are large as well, already wearing a size 13 sneaker, making his parents believe he hasn't stopped growing yet.
Defining Marks: His elbow's constantly have patches of white skin that looks like it's dried and flaking off.
Before it use to be all scabs, but those have healed over nicely. He has a vertical scar three inches long just off center on his right in the top of his head. There is about an inch of over hang leading down onto his forehead. He's missing a piece of his left ear, like a small pizza slice had been taken out.
There's multiple 'scratches' on all 16 of his knuckles, thought they're only noticeable if your looking at his hands, they don't drawn your attention in other wards.
Description: Richard could've been considered a handsome, or attractive, boy, until he staved his head down to mere stubble, accenting the scar line on his forehead. His ivory complexion is clear, but heavily tanned from hours of being out in the sun every day. He's not quite at the level of a bronzed god, but he honestly couldn't care less. He has a barbell punched through the cartilage of his right ear where it connects to the side of his cranium at the top. At first it only looks like a small silver ball sticking out the front, but it goes all the way back through his ear.
He always has a serious look on his face, his brow arced forward as though he's aggravated, his eyes nearly at a squint as though he's trying hard to study something or someone. His lips look thin as they're pursed together, but are of normal size when he relaxes - though it's rare to see him relax.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Besides his earing he doesn't like to wear anything on his head, takes away from the sense's around him.
Shirts: Usually a dark muscle shirt or T-shirt. He hates the baggy feeling, so as soon as he started to buy his own cloths he went for a form fitting style.
Pants: Blue jeans, flex fit, usually worn with black belt, the buckle of which can change depending on the day. He has serious trouble finding a size 27x34 pair of pants, so he usually has to cope with 30x34-32x34
Shoes: He's become a big fan of the new rebook zigtek shoes, and currently owns two pair, the blue and black pair, and the white and black Crosby 87 pair.
Misc: N/A
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Mauy Thai / Jujitsu
Years Practiced: 5
Description of style: Just stylistically he uses a plethora of elbows, knee's, punches, kicks, and submission maneuver's. But his personal attitude makes him more of an aggressive countering specialist - at least in his own mind.
He enjoys aggravating his enemies, either verbally or physically, then finding a weakness in their retort and capitalizing with all the force he can muster. He doesn't mind fighting in close, at a distance, or on his back.
From afar he enjoys peppering his opponent's legs with his toughened shin's, and messing with their sense of distance with his long arms.
In close he enjoys working the clinch, using technique over strength to dominate opponent's. His knee's are especially brutal in the clinch due to his height and training.
On the ground he prefers to be on his back, finding it easier to move and use his long limbs to secure a hold, or force his opponent back to their feet.
History Information
History:
Public Record:
Born on March 8th, into the care of his Mother, Joanne, and Father, Trace, Richard had a pretty boring upbringing. He doesn't have a single medical record beyond his vaccinations as an infant, and again later on as a child for when his family moved to Brazil.
His father has a hobbie turned job, Soccer. He wasn't a player, he wasn't even a coach or a player, but rather he was an enthusiastic fan with a voice for radio. After 5 years of being a voice for domestic games he got a chance to head to Brazil, where soccer is more of a way of life then a sport, and he jumped at the chance. Richard was 9 at the time, and a family wasn't allowed to be separated by that much distance, and so the three of them packed up and moved to Brazil.
The next time American authority's would have record of him is when he went through custom's at the age of 15, re-entering the country. With no formal schooling in Brazil his next record was partaking in a school entrance exam to see where his level of education was. He passed all tests with a B average.
Private Record:
While living in Brazil his mother taught him every day, though was a lazy women when it came to education. So his lessons were usually for an hour, maybe two a day, and the rest of his time was spent outside. He wasn't a fan of soccer, not to the level his dad was. At least he was young, so his most impressionable mind was able to pick up Portuguese and speak it fluently after just over a year. It was within that year though that he had trouble making friends. He was already tall for his age, a bit beefy compared to the skinny Brazilian children whose diet and upbringing was so different. It was then that he was introduced to Mauy Thai... when it was used to break his nose as an older boy slammed his knee into it.
A bit of rage escaped Richard at that point, the first time he'd seen his own blood so violently gush out from his nose. He grabbed the closest thing to him, which happened to be a stone the size of his hand, and slammed it aggressively into the side of the boy's skull. He stood there panting, blood staining the front of his chin, neck and shirt while it bubbled from his parted lips.
Nearby parent's stepped in before police caught word of it, he was brought back to his mother and disciplined as best she could... Which wasn't much. His intolerance grew stronger within the coming weeks, and she decided to put him in Mauy Thai to try and control his energy and aggression. The gym that he was brought to also taught Jujitsu, and after a straight month of just doing Mauy Thai and having just as much energy and angst, she signed him up for both.
He started to grow obsessed, even at a young age, with fighting. He settled everything with fighting, disputes over who was right and wrong, were the most common, and he rarely came out being wrong. When he was 14 he had an extremely heated dispute. It all started with four simple words:
"Eu Fodi Sua mãe", which translates into a sexual acts with another's mother.
No culture takes those words kindly. And the three teenager's he said that too were no exception to the rule. Two of them he use to practice Mauy Thai with, and the year prior on had thrown a wicked elbow down on top of his skull, he still had the scar, ever present as a pinkish white mark on his tanned skin. He went after those two first, clinching with one and using him as a shield against the other two while throwing knee's into his solar plexus and ribs until the dead weight in his arms became too much to hold up.
Dropping him quickly he slipped and stepped through between the two of them, going for the one furthest away. This was the guy he didn't know, and that made him the gravest threat. As he stepped through he came up with all his might, catching him off guard as he threw his left elbow upward, his hand brushing over his head as though he was combing his hair. The result was a disturbing clattering of teeth that sent the boy to his knee's.
He went to pivot around to his right, moving in a clockwise direction when he caught a glimmer out of the corner of his eye. He dipped his head as quickly as he could to the right, just barely dodging the thrust of a pocket knife. Well, dodged it in a sense that it didn't hit his face. It did clip his ear, taking a clinch and leaving the upper lobe parted.
His long limbs moved in quickly, his left leg stepping between his attackers legs and wrapped his left arm around the extended right limb. One heavy head butt later and an over abundance of right elbows across the eyes and he finally dropped him.
It was around this time that his father lost his job to a more energetic radio personality, but still had contacts back in the states. So after the deals, passports, and birth certificates were all cleared up they boarded a plane and returned home.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: 2 bedroom apartment.
Roommates: Mr and Mrs. Xander, Ma & Pa
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 18
Intelligence: 18
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 5
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Richard Xander
Also Known As: Ric
Age: 15
Height: 6'1
Weight: 176lbs
Blood Type: O+
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Eye Color: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown
Pass Time Information
Hobbies: Running
Talents: Memory
Favorite things: Mauy Thai, Jujitsu
Sports/Clubs N/A
Misc.: N?A
Mental Information
Personality: He's been defined as crazy, to an extent. He won't just sit there drooling, talking about how pretty that kitty in the corner is, despite there being no kitty. He'll act randomly, space out, and can flip the switch from happy to violent in an instant.
For the most part, he can act like a normal teenager.... Heh, Oxymoron... And he won't just lash out at anyone around him. He can act civil if he needs to, but at the same time his mind has always been moving towards thinking lower of those around him. He doesn't think of them as insects per say, more like minions that he needs to control.
In one-on-one situations his mind will easily waver, unless his attention is drawn purely to whomever he's with. It's not that he's bored, simply he's open to everything around him, which at the same time makes him a bit paranoid.
Mentality: He believes he's better then everyone else, and doesn't have any hindrance in showing it. He'll objectify himself as one's superior, no matter their age, and doesn't take kindly to those who try to impose their authority above him. He's a rebel.
Ideal: "I'm the boss, you'll bow down."
Belief: He wants to rule the world one day. He's never believed that he couldn't, and refuses to listen to those who say's he can't.
Physical Information
Build: Lithe, to put it bluntly. He's tall, but due to his age he hasn't quite grown into his adult strength... and for good reason, he's not quite an adult. He's wiry, but with long, strong muscles. His strength is barely higher then average, but his main strength lies in the quickness of his muscles and the resistance of his stabilizer muscles.
His frame his narrow, no broad shoulders to speak of. His joints are bony, and to look at him you'd assume he's weak as there's little to no fat upon his body. His hands are large for his age, but like the rest of his body his fingers are wiry. His feet are large as well, already wearing a size 13 sneaker, making his parents believe he hasn't stopped growing yet.
Defining Marks: His elbow's constantly have patches of white skin that looks like it's dried and flaking off.
Before it use to be all scabs, but those have healed over nicely. He has a vertical scar three inches long just off center on his right in the top of his head. There is about an inch of over hang leading down onto his forehead. He's missing a piece of his left ear, like a small pizza slice had been taken out.
There's multiple 'scratches' on all 16 of his knuckles, thought they're only noticeable if your looking at his hands, they don't drawn your attention in other wards.
Description: Richard could've been considered a handsome, or attractive, boy, until he staved his head down to mere stubble, accenting the scar line on his forehead. His ivory complexion is clear, but heavily tanned from hours of being out in the sun every day. He's not quite at the level of a bronzed god, but he honestly couldn't care less. He has a barbell punched through the cartilage of his right ear where it connects to the side of his cranium at the top. At first it only looks like a small silver ball sticking out the front, but it goes all the way back through his ear.
He always has a serious look on his face, his brow arced forward as though he's aggravated, his eyes nearly at a squint as though he's trying hard to study something or someone. His lips look thin as they're pursed together, but are of normal size when he relaxes - though it's rare to see him relax.
Apparel Information
Head Gear: Besides his earing he doesn't like to wear anything on his head, takes away from the sense's around him.
Shirts: Usually a dark muscle shirt or T-shirt. He hates the baggy feeling, so as soon as he started to buy his own cloths he went for a form fitting style.
Pants: Blue jeans, flex fit, usually worn with black belt, the buckle of which can change depending on the day. He has serious trouble finding a size 27x34 pair of pants, so he usually has to cope with 30x34-32x34
Shoes: He's become a big fan of the new rebook zigtek shoes, and currently owns two pair, the blue and black pair, and the white and black Crosby 87 pair.
Misc: N/A
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Mauy Thai / Jujitsu
Years Practiced: 5
Description of style: Just stylistically he uses a plethora of elbows, knee's, punches, kicks, and submission maneuver's. But his personal attitude makes him more of an aggressive countering specialist - at least in his own mind.
He enjoys aggravating his enemies, either verbally or physically, then finding a weakness in their retort and capitalizing with all the force he can muster. He doesn't mind fighting in close, at a distance, or on his back.
From afar he enjoys peppering his opponent's legs with his toughened shin's, and messing with their sense of distance with his long arms.
In close he enjoys working the clinch, using technique over strength to dominate opponent's. His knee's are especially brutal in the clinch due to his height and training.
On the ground he prefers to be on his back, finding it easier to move and use his long limbs to secure a hold, or force his opponent back to their feet.
History Information
History:
Public Record:
Born on March 8th, into the care of his Mother, Joanne, and Father, Trace, Richard had a pretty boring upbringing. He doesn't have a single medical record beyond his vaccinations as an infant, and again later on as a child for when his family moved to Brazil.
His father has a hobbie turned job, Soccer. He wasn't a player, he wasn't even a coach or a player, but rather he was an enthusiastic fan with a voice for radio. After 5 years of being a voice for domestic games he got a chance to head to Brazil, where soccer is more of a way of life then a sport, and he jumped at the chance. Richard was 9 at the time, and a family wasn't allowed to be separated by that much distance, and so the three of them packed up and moved to Brazil.
The next time American authority's would have record of him is when he went through custom's at the age of 15, re-entering the country. With no formal schooling in Brazil his next record was partaking in a school entrance exam to see where his level of education was. He passed all tests with a B average.
Private Record:
While living in Brazil his mother taught him every day, though was a lazy women when it came to education. So his lessons were usually for an hour, maybe two a day, and the rest of his time was spent outside. He wasn't a fan of soccer, not to the level his dad was. At least he was young, so his most impressionable mind was able to pick up Portuguese and speak it fluently after just over a year. It was within that year though that he had trouble making friends. He was already tall for his age, a bit beefy compared to the skinny Brazilian children whose diet and upbringing was so different. It was then that he was introduced to Mauy Thai... when it was used to break his nose as an older boy slammed his knee into it.
A bit of rage escaped Richard at that point, the first time he'd seen his own blood so violently gush out from his nose. He grabbed the closest thing to him, which happened to be a stone the size of his hand, and slammed it aggressively into the side of the boy's skull. He stood there panting, blood staining the front of his chin, neck and shirt while it bubbled from his parted lips.
Nearby parent's stepped in before police caught word of it, he was brought back to his mother and disciplined as best she could... Which wasn't much. His intolerance grew stronger within the coming weeks, and she decided to put him in Mauy Thai to try and control his energy and aggression. The gym that he was brought to also taught Jujitsu, and after a straight month of just doing Mauy Thai and having just as much energy and angst, she signed him up for both.
He started to grow obsessed, even at a young age, with fighting. He settled everything with fighting, disputes over who was right and wrong, were the most common, and he rarely came out being wrong. When he was 14 he had an extremely heated dispute. It all started with four simple words:
"Eu Fodi Sua mãe", which translates into a sexual acts with another's mother.
No culture takes those words kindly. And the three teenager's he said that too were no exception to the rule. Two of them he use to practice Mauy Thai with, and the year prior on had thrown a wicked elbow down on top of his skull, he still had the scar, ever present as a pinkish white mark on his tanned skin. He went after those two first, clinching with one and using him as a shield against the other two while throwing knee's into his solar plexus and ribs until the dead weight in his arms became too much to hold up.
Dropping him quickly he slipped and stepped through between the two of them, going for the one furthest away. This was the guy he didn't know, and that made him the gravest threat. As he stepped through he came up with all his might, catching him off guard as he threw his left elbow upward, his hand brushing over his head as though he was combing his hair. The result was a disturbing clattering of teeth that sent the boy to his knee's.
He went to pivot around to his right, moving in a clockwise direction when he caught a glimmer out of the corner of his eye. He dipped his head as quickly as he could to the right, just barely dodging the thrust of a pocket knife. Well, dodged it in a sense that it didn't hit his face. It did clip his ear, taking a clinch and leaving the upper lobe parted.
His long limbs moved in quickly, his left leg stepping between his attackers legs and wrapped his left arm around the extended right limb. One heavy head butt later and an over abundance of right elbows across the eyes and he finally dropped him.
It was around this time that his father lost his job to a more energetic radio personality, but still had contacts back in the states. So after the deals, passports, and birth certificates were all cleared up they boarded a plane and returned home.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: 2 bedroom apartment.
Roommates: Mr and Mrs. Xander, Ma & Pa
Cases Against The Faculty: 0
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0
Stats:
Strength: 10
Dexterity: 19
Constitution: 18
Intelligence: 18
Wisdom: 20
Charisma: 5
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
"No, I don't want to dance with the cookie!"
