Post by Zeran Heartt on Apr 12, 2011 21:33:18 GMT -5
Zeran Richter Heartt
Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
[/color]Today was a fairytale, you were the prince
I used to be a damsel in distress[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Name[/color]: Zeran Heartt
Age[/color]: 18
Grade[/color]: 1st Year
Gender[/color]: Male
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Face Claim[/color]: Zed from Kiba
Canon or Original[/color]: Original
Today was a fairytale, I wore a dress
[/color]You wore a dark gray t-shirt[/font][/color]
You told me I was pretty when I looked like a mess[/color] [/center]
Height:[/color] 5'8"
Weight:[/color] 140 lbs
Eyes:[/color] Sulfur Yellow
Hair:[/color] White
Scars/Tattoos/Other Markings:[/color] Full Back tattoo of a black ornate cross that extends a little bit up to his neck.
Summary: [/color]
Zeran has a deceptively weak look about him. He has incredibly pale skin, and in underweight for is height. His eyes don't shine particularly, and the irises simply look like a mat, consistent yellow. His hair is frequently spiked and slicked back, with some messy and unkempt bangs on the left side of his face. Zeran wears a thin black leather jacket (regardless of season), a light blue button down shirt, near white kahki pants, and black tennis shoes. He chain smokes and frequently has a cigarette in his mouth when he's allowed to.
You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
[/color]Every move you make, everything you say is right[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Likes:[/color]
+Video Games
+Playing Piano
+Anime
+J-Rock
+Martial Arts
+Ice Cream
Dislikes: [/color]
-His Smoking Habit
-Small Cars
-Arrogant Jocks
-Peer Pressure
-Dogs (They Don't Like Him)
Strengths:[/color]
+Amazing at Playing Piano by Ear
+Loyal friend once you get to know him
+Nearly Always willing to give a helping and
+Clever
Weaknesses:[/color]
-Loner
-Prone to mood swings
-Can't Read sheet music
Personality:[/color]
Zeran is generally calm in his normal emotional state, if not somewhat prone to mood swings, and usually pretty serious. He sometimes come off as cold, but only because he tends to stay off on his own with a small group of close friends. Zeran values having a few close friends over being popular. He tends to empathize with people that aren't to popular, but won't talk to them unless approached. Zeran tends to make sport of thumbing his nose at "the cool kids".
Zeran picked up smoking when he was a little younger, and regrets it because of the health risks and how crabby he gets when he tries to quit. Zeran is also an unabashed pervert, in the sense that he likes watching girls. He doesn't try to be covert about it other than trying to not get caught, when he does though, he'll be honest and come out right with what he was doing. Zeran has a bit of thing for pink haired girls and seems to have a preference for them (for viewing).
SCHOOL ID:[/color]
| [atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2] Kingdom University | |
 | Name: Zeran Richter Heartt Age: 18 Grade Level: 1st Year Residence:Holmes 105 |
All that I can say is that it's getting so much clearer
[/color]Nothing made sense until the time I saw your face[/font][/color]
Today was a fairytale[/color] [/center]
Mother:[/color] Sophia Irina Heartt (Deceased)
Father:[/color] Marulus Melvin Heartt (39)
Siblings:[/color] Erazia Sophia Heartt (18)
History: [/color]
Zeran had a good upbringing. His father was a very well off scientist and professor at KU. He didn't live in a large house with an enormous lawn just an average size suburban home. His mother was a stay at home mom for the most part. He and his twin sister Erazia got along relatively well, though they had completely opposite personalities. Zeran was happy for the most part.
Zeran had a surprising skill on the piano from an early age. He could play out any tune he heard and could play variations on it, but he couldn't read music for his life. Zeran loved the piano, and was unable to play it without a smile on his face, even a sad song. Zeran particularly liked playing Mozart, though he couldn't quite name why.
His happy life didn't last though. When Zeran was 10, the family piled into a compact car and drove off to an orchestra concert. On the way there, his mother who was driving, got into an accident. Despite the air bag, she wasn't wearing a seatbelt, so the airbag didn't save her from impacting into the wind shield. His father ended up with a crippled left leg and forced him to use a cane. Zeran and Erazia escaped with only minor wounds.
Zeran never quite felt the same after that way and slowly became a delinquent despite his father's best attempts. Zeran wasn't doing drugs, but he did drink (for about a month, then realized he hated how easily came across alcohol tasted), smoke, and blow off school. Zeran still managed to graduate from high school though. He ended up at KU through a scholarship and a discount because his father worked there as a professor.
Time slows down whenever you're around
[/color]I can feel my heart, it's beating in my chest[/font][/color]
Did you feel it?[/color] [/center]
Your Name:[/color] Sabata
How Did You Find Us?[/color] FINAL DISTANCE
Play Any Other Characters?[/color] Not Yet
Contact Info:[/color] PM
RP SAMPLE:[/color]
It was a moonless night, and pleasantly balmy outside. There was a calm gentle breeze wafting over the field where Abel lay, using his jacket wadded up as a sort of makeshift pillow. It was his first night outside since receiving a starter Pokémon officially. Though he was used to being inside, Abel couldn't say it was unpleasant just to lay there beneath the open starry sky, draped above him like a sparkle covered sheet of black velvet. It was just so incredibly peaceful and serene compared to an urban house. Abel inhaled deeply taking it all in. Abel started to reflect back on his life up to this point, going back to his earliest memory when he was five. Two rocket members spoke rather roughly of him as if he couldn't here.
The subject depressing him, Abel sighed and sat up. He couldn't go to sleep on that note. He needed to find berries of some variety, preferably pecha. Some food would probably help him take his mind off how the world had treated him so far. Abel picked up his jacket, and brushing it off, slipped it back on. He could go back to sleep anywhere after he had gotten some berries. Finding a tree, he plucked a berry off for himself and ate it before releasing his Pokémon, let it eat some too. It graciously gobbled down the midnight snack of berries presented to it by its trainer before letting itself be recalled into a pokeball. Abel then took off his jacket, and once again wadding it up set it down on the ground and lay down, using his Jacket as a pillow once. With a serene, calm look on his face, Abel went to sleep, with the horrid subject of Team Rocket off of his mind. It didn't haunt, but it just wasn't a good note to sleep on.
But can you feel this magic in the air?
[/color]It must've been the way you kissed me[/font][/color]
Fell in love when I saw you standing there[/color] [/center]
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