application for ms_elegante, crit/lookovers appreciated
Your Name: Taisha
Age: 19
Username: azkaban_hunter
Email: azkabanhuntress@yahoo.com
IM: hellotaifoot @ aim
Character Name: Cecil Ackerman
Background: Cecil Ackerman was born on December 18th, 2012 to two very loving parents. They died in an auto accident about a year and a half after he was born, and he was sent to his grandmothers. His Grandmother was a kindly old lady, who did her best to raise him, but due to her age once he hit puberty he pretty much took over raising himself. He got a job as a busboy at a fairly young age to contribute to the rent, and due to his Grandmother's age and the fact that she was okay with him doing what he wanted as long as he was safe, found himself with a lot of freedom to hang out with friends and party.
When he graduated with a B average, he started going to the local college, one that also conveniently offered Necromancer training.
Back up a step.
In Cecil's world, the supernatural is real, and has existed in the public eye since the very early 1900's. There are all kinds of supernatural beings that are commonly accepted, and several types of magic that are available in schools or that are hereditary. Necromancy, what Cecil chose, was considered to pay well, and the government always had use for a necromancer or two. His Grandmother wasn't sure what to make of his choice to become a necromancer, but accepted it all the same. At the same time, Cecil's job went from busboy to fry cook, with a small increase in pay.
Around his third year of school and his second year of Necromancer training, his Grandmother died, and he dropped out of the semester to deal with the loss of the woman he'd known as his parent. Consequently, he lost his room in the school dorms, and couldn't stay in his grandmother's condo for long.
His fry cook job didn't pay enough for him to live on his own, so Cecil began applying to other jobs, hoping to get something that he could live off of. It was while applying at a hospital as a janitor that he ran into a vampire who was named Romeo. Cecil made fun of his name, and the vampire responded in kind.
Both of them got to talking, and when Romeo discovered Cecil had lost his grandmother and would soon be losing the condo, told him about the housing situation the vampire was in. The landlady of the apartment building would let you live there if, in return, you would do jobs for her. Cecil, wary but needing a place to live, agreed.
He ended up having an interview with the landlady, Miranda. When she discovered he had partial necromancer training, she said that he could live in the apartments if he paid rent and did necromancer jobs for her. Even though he wasn't legally registered (and obviously Miranda knew it) he agreed.
Cecil never went back to school, though he kept swearing he intended to, instead living in the apartments (sharing a room with Romeo), doing underground necromancer jobs for Miranda and later on, on the side as well, taking part of the cut from the jobs as a supplement to his fry cook pay. He's been living this way for about two years when he's pulled onto the Elegante.
The state of Cecil's world in 2036 is quite depressing. The population surges up and down; up due to normal birth rates, down due to close-quarters living that spreads disease easily. Pollution hangs in the air; while magic has begun to be utilized as an alternative energy source, some places still use fossil fuels (usually places that are poorer or have less magic users that can manipulate energy) and the pollution from the previous generations remains. Buildings are built on top of each other, and while personal cleanliness is still valued, the streets are often left dirty, especially in the lower areas.
Personality: Cecil enjoys hanging out with his friends, being a stupid derpface, pulling pranks, and making money, but at the same time has something of a bleeding heart and tends to try to help people in little ways. Cecil talks quickly, peppering his speech with a bit of slang. He likes women and men, and booze, and partying, as well as cooking to some degree (and has some skill in it as well, because it's his day job.) Secretly, he also kinda likes to read, though he tends towards science fiction more than anything else. Cecil is likely to crack a joke to lighten the mood even in serious times, and tries not to let stuff get him down. He's very much a 'find the silver lining' type of guy. Cecil tends to chew on his lip when thinking or nervous.
Appearance: Cecil has chin-length, shaggy black hair, and some stubble on his face. He has blue eyes and somewhat pale skin. He's tall, about 6'0, but thin, and wears multiple layers and big coats to give the impression he's a little bit bigger than he is, as well as because he gets cold very easily.
Spoken / written languages: English, spoken and written, small amounts of latin relating to Necromancy and terminology.
Abilities: Cecil is a necromancer; while what one would deem under trained and illegal, he still has some skills. Unfortunately, his main one won't be able to be utilized on the Elegante.
Cecil was trained as a Communicator, meaning that with a small sacrifice and his blood, he could raise the spirit of a deceased person in their dead body. This ability is inactive on the Elegante no matter what, so I won't give you the details involved.
Cecil also had training as a Manipulator, which is someone who, instead of raising a spirit, simply reanimates a dead body. They control the body via a mental connection, and it requires the user to spread their blood on the mouth of the deceased body (so you need at least a head attached for this to work). He isn't very good at it, and there's a definite lack of dead bodies on the ship. Should Cecil choose to use this ability, it would take intense concentration (someone talking to him too much or hitting him would be enough to break it) and he would only be able to maintain it for 10 minutes, though with practice it could go up to thirty minutes (a lot of practice that he probably won't get.) After his ten minutes is up or his concentration is broken, he'll need at least a good two hours rest before he can try again. If this ability is deemed unusable on the Elegante, that's fine as well~
Items: Cell phone, watch, wallet full of cash and an ID, as well as a fake necromancer ID.
Third Person Sample: Cecil gave a sigh as he watched the two teenagers take off, obviously frightened by the sight of their dead friend crawling out of his grave. He hated it when the clientele did that.
The kids had been one of his jobs, not Miranda's; he'd offered to let them pay their 'last respects' to the guy, and they'd paid him up front for the job. Which was good, seeing as, you know, they were running their little chicken butts away.
The guy, sitting at the edge of the grave, was watching his friends retreat with a puzzled, vaguely sad expression. Cecil moved down to sit next to him.
“Where are they going?” he asked after a moment, as Cecil fiddled with the knife in his hands.
“I dunno. Probably got scared,” he said honestly, looking at the kid. Seventeen, maybe, he'd been, with short black hair. His skin was a weird grayish color now, his flat grey and sunken in, his mouth smeared with the dark red of Cecil's blood. He was dressed in a suit - funeral suit, Cecil knew. He had some stitches on the side of his head, and Cecil wondered how he'd died. He hadn't thought to ask.
“Scared of what?” Now the guy was turning to look at him, confused. That was pretty common - rezzed people not being aware that they died. It was one of the harder things to deal with. That's why a lot of Necromancers trained as Manipulators, too; if a corpse freaked out, they could hijack the body.
Cecil shook his head after a moment. “I don't know, dude,” he said, keeping his tone light and resting a hand on the guy's shoulder. “Hey, you got something on your forehead.”
“What?” The guy went cross-eyed trying to look at it. Cecil tsked, reaching up.
“Here, I'll get it,” he said, smearing some of the blood that had been on the knife on the guy's forehead, and hissing something under his breath. Almost immediately, the guy's eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped backwards, falling back .
“Sorry, bro,” Cecil said, standing up and getting ready to haul the guy back into his coffin.
First Person Sample: Oh fuck me, I'm going to be late if I can't find my -
….
hat.
Well, this definitely isn't my apartment. Actually, it kinda looks like a hotel room, to be honest. A really nice one. Waaay out of my pay range.
Whose idea was this? Yo, anyone there!? If you need something done, you didn't need to butter me up like this...
...this isn't some kind of smuggling thing, is it? Or - fuuuuck, this better not be goons. I swear I haven't done anything!
Preferred Quarters: Anything~
Age: 19
Username: azkaban_hunter
Email: azkabanhuntress@yahoo.com
IM: hellotaifoot @ aim
Character Name: Cecil Ackerman
Background: Cecil Ackerman was born on December 18th, 2012 to two very loving parents. They died in an auto accident about a year and a half after he was born, and he was sent to his grandmothers. His Grandmother was a kindly old lady, who did her best to raise him, but due to her age once he hit puberty he pretty much took over raising himself. He got a job as a busboy at a fairly young age to contribute to the rent, and due to his Grandmother's age and the fact that she was okay with him doing what he wanted as long as he was safe, found himself with a lot of freedom to hang out with friends and party.
When he graduated with a B average, he started going to the local college, one that also conveniently offered Necromancer training.
Back up a step.
In Cecil's world, the supernatural is real, and has existed in the public eye since the very early 1900's. There are all kinds of supernatural beings that are commonly accepted, and several types of magic that are available in schools or that are hereditary. Necromancy, what Cecil chose, was considered to pay well, and the government always had use for a necromancer or two. His Grandmother wasn't sure what to make of his choice to become a necromancer, but accepted it all the same. At the same time, Cecil's job went from busboy to fry cook, with a small increase in pay.
Around his third year of school and his second year of Necromancer training, his Grandmother died, and he dropped out of the semester to deal with the loss of the woman he'd known as his parent. Consequently, he lost his room in the school dorms, and couldn't stay in his grandmother's condo for long.
His fry cook job didn't pay enough for him to live on his own, so Cecil began applying to other jobs, hoping to get something that he could live off of. It was while applying at a hospital as a janitor that he ran into a vampire who was named Romeo. Cecil made fun of his name, and the vampire responded in kind.
Both of them got to talking, and when Romeo discovered Cecil had lost his grandmother and would soon be losing the condo, told him about the housing situation the vampire was in. The landlady of the apartment building would let you live there if, in return, you would do jobs for her. Cecil, wary but needing a place to live, agreed.
He ended up having an interview with the landlady, Miranda. When she discovered he had partial necromancer training, she said that he could live in the apartments if he paid rent and did necromancer jobs for her. Even though he wasn't legally registered (and obviously Miranda knew it) he agreed.
Cecil never went back to school, though he kept swearing he intended to, instead living in the apartments (sharing a room with Romeo), doing underground necromancer jobs for Miranda and later on, on the side as well, taking part of the cut from the jobs as a supplement to his fry cook pay. He's been living this way for about two years when he's pulled onto the Elegante.
The state of Cecil's world in 2036 is quite depressing. The population surges up and down; up due to normal birth rates, down due to close-quarters living that spreads disease easily. Pollution hangs in the air; while magic has begun to be utilized as an alternative energy source, some places still use fossil fuels (usually places that are poorer or have less magic users that can manipulate energy) and the pollution from the previous generations remains. Buildings are built on top of each other, and while personal cleanliness is still valued, the streets are often left dirty, especially in the lower areas.
Personality: Cecil enjoys hanging out with his friends, being a stupid derpface, pulling pranks, and making money, but at the same time has something of a bleeding heart and tends to try to help people in little ways. Cecil talks quickly, peppering his speech with a bit of slang. He likes women and men, and booze, and partying, as well as cooking to some degree (and has some skill in it as well, because it's his day job.) Secretly, he also kinda likes to read, though he tends towards science fiction more than anything else. Cecil is likely to crack a joke to lighten the mood even in serious times, and tries not to let stuff get him down. He's very much a 'find the silver lining' type of guy. Cecil tends to chew on his lip when thinking or nervous.
Appearance: Cecil has chin-length, shaggy black hair, and some stubble on his face. He has blue eyes and somewhat pale skin. He's tall, about 6'0, but thin, and wears multiple layers and big coats to give the impression he's a little bit bigger than he is, as well as because he gets cold very easily.
Spoken / written languages: English, spoken and written, small amounts of latin relating to Necromancy and terminology.
Abilities: Cecil is a necromancer; while what one would deem under trained and illegal, he still has some skills. Unfortunately, his main one won't be able to be utilized on the Elegante.
Cecil was trained as a Communicator, meaning that with a small sacrifice and his blood, he could raise the spirit of a deceased person in their dead body. This ability is inactive on the Elegante no matter what, so I won't give you the details involved.
Cecil also had training as a Manipulator, which is someone who, instead of raising a spirit, simply reanimates a dead body. They control the body via a mental connection, and it requires the user to spread their blood on the mouth of the deceased body (so you need at least a head attached for this to work). He isn't very good at it, and there's a definite lack of dead bodies on the ship. Should Cecil choose to use this ability, it would take intense concentration (someone talking to him too much or hitting him would be enough to break it) and he would only be able to maintain it for 10 minutes, though with practice it could go up to thirty minutes (a lot of practice that he probably won't get.) After his ten minutes is up or his concentration is broken, he'll need at least a good two hours rest before he can try again. If this ability is deemed unusable on the Elegante, that's fine as well~
Items: Cell phone, watch, wallet full of cash and an ID, as well as a fake necromancer ID.
Third Person Sample: Cecil gave a sigh as he watched the two teenagers take off, obviously frightened by the sight of their dead friend crawling out of his grave. He hated it when the clientele did that.
The kids had been one of his jobs, not Miranda's; he'd offered to let them pay their 'last respects' to the guy, and they'd paid him up front for the job. Which was good, seeing as, you know, they were running their little chicken butts away.
The guy, sitting at the edge of the grave, was watching his friends retreat with a puzzled, vaguely sad expression. Cecil moved down to sit next to him.
“Where are they going?” he asked after a moment, as Cecil fiddled with the knife in his hands.
“I dunno. Probably got scared,” he said honestly, looking at the kid. Seventeen, maybe, he'd been, with short black hair. His skin was a weird grayish color now, his flat grey and sunken in, his mouth smeared with the dark red of Cecil's blood. He was dressed in a suit - funeral suit, Cecil knew. He had some stitches on the side of his head, and Cecil wondered how he'd died. He hadn't thought to ask.
“Scared of what?” Now the guy was turning to look at him, confused. That was pretty common - rezzed people not being aware that they died. It was one of the harder things to deal with. That's why a lot of Necromancers trained as Manipulators, too; if a corpse freaked out, they could hijack the body.
Cecil shook his head after a moment. “I don't know, dude,” he said, keeping his tone light and resting a hand on the guy's shoulder. “Hey, you got something on your forehead.”
“What?” The guy went cross-eyed trying to look at it. Cecil tsked, reaching up.
“Here, I'll get it,” he said, smearing some of the blood that had been on the knife on the guy's forehead, and hissing something under his breath. Almost immediately, the guy's eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped backwards, falling back .
“Sorry, bro,” Cecil said, standing up and getting ready to haul the guy back into his coffin.
First Person Sample: Oh fuck me, I'm going to be late if I can't find my -
….
hat.
Well, this definitely isn't my apartment. Actually, it kinda looks like a hotel room, to be honest. A really nice one. Waaay out of my pay range.
Whose idea was this? Yo, anyone there!? If you need something done, you didn't need to butter me up like this...
...this isn't some kind of smuggling thing, is it? Or - fuuuuck, this better not be goons. I swear I haven't done anything!
Preferred Quarters: Anything~