Post by Lee on Jun 26, 2007 8:00:24 GMT -5
Name:
Nadav Woolwright
Nickname:
Nav
Gender:
Male
Age:
10
Appearance:
Nadav is fond of the a particular shade of purple-dark purple. However, it is the only dark color he likes, and both of these attributes of his personality were obvious in his chosen choice of clothing. He has a short, thin stature and no matter what he wears it seems to be over sized. His t-shirt is a dark purple with a bright articuno print, and his jeans are a pale blue that seems bright just by being pale. They're stained with all the colors of the rainbow, most around the pockets and on the thighs. His tennis shoes are the same blue as the articuno-the laces the same purple as his shirt. He has an out-of-place neon green hat, given to him by his only brother, whom Nav looks up to. His hair is a short, messy affair of golden curls, and his eyes are a bright blue. Although hard to believe for some, there actually is a face beneath the freckles. He isn't tan, but that is only a result of him burning rather than tanning beneath the sun-thus the reason he usually has a reddish tint to his skin.
Personality:
Nav is a curious, hyper-active boy. He hates staying still, and his mind is often racing ahead of his words. For this reason his words sometimes overlap, or his speech becomes unintelligible all together, and he never seems to notice. He isn't shy at all, and doesn't even know how it feels to be quiet, except when asleep, or full interested in something. Of course, getting him interested in something for more than a few minutes is hard, since he gets bored with things easily. He has a rampant imagination, and often lives in his own world, which changes daily.
History:
Nav is the youngest son of a family with two boys and no girls. His father was a single-parent, his mother having died during childbirth of a still-born, unnamed girl. It was taboo for Nav's entire life to speak of his mother or mysterious sister, so Nav didn't. Instead he nearly ran wild, constrained only be a few rules, that he followed only by the insistence of his older brother, Bane. The two were nearly complete opposites, but the bond was obvious, despite the age difference of nearly ten years. Bane had been unexpected in the young marriage between their father, Zacholas, and Kaarina, their mother.
It was nearly impossible to get Nadav to sit still long enough to learn anything, until Bane introduced something strong enough to convince Nadav to do just that. The chance to help his brother paint. It had been strictly off-limits, after Nav had spilt paint all over the room, for his brother was an avid artist-not just of painting, but the writing of novels and sculpting as well. He let Nav paint the small figurines he made, but only if Nadav did well in his classes.
Of course, he aspired to become a pokemon trainer, although there wasn't any real reason. He enjoyed painting, but he didn't have the overwhelming love his older brother did for it. So when he turned ten, he looked to get a pokemon, and thus, he is doing so. His dream is that of being a famous ice pokemon trainer, although he wouldn't mind just being famous.
(Required) Roleplaying Example:
"Look! See?" Nadav held up the tiny figurine of a flareon, still wet with paint. His face brightened when his brother spoke, and he sat the figurine down gently and carefully.
"It looks just like a flareon. My client will be very pleased." Every time Bane smiled at him, Nav felt like a little bubble of happiness floated up into his chest. Bane didn't give out compliments often, and he smiled less. Unlike Nav, his brother was serious.
In Nav's opinion, he was almost too serious, but also in Nadav's opinion, his brother was perfect. Nothing could be wrong with him.
"I'm going to go play outside now. I get to come help tomorrow too, right?" He rubbed the paint on his jeans without thinking-they were already stained with all the colors of the rainbow anyways, just like the rest of his jeans.
"If you pay attention in class."
Nav stuck his tongue out at his brother and raced out the door, careful not to knock anything over or slam the door behind him. Of course he would pay attention in class-Bane had seen to that!
Nadav Woolwright
Nickname:
Nav
Gender:
Male
Age:
10
Appearance:
Nadav is fond of the a particular shade of purple-dark purple. However, it is the only dark color he likes, and both of these attributes of his personality were obvious in his chosen choice of clothing. He has a short, thin stature and no matter what he wears it seems to be over sized. His t-shirt is a dark purple with a bright articuno print, and his jeans are a pale blue that seems bright just by being pale. They're stained with all the colors of the rainbow, most around the pockets and on the thighs. His tennis shoes are the same blue as the articuno-the laces the same purple as his shirt. He has an out-of-place neon green hat, given to him by his only brother, whom Nav looks up to. His hair is a short, messy affair of golden curls, and his eyes are a bright blue. Although hard to believe for some, there actually is a face beneath the freckles. He isn't tan, but that is only a result of him burning rather than tanning beneath the sun-thus the reason he usually has a reddish tint to his skin.
Personality:
Nav is a curious, hyper-active boy. He hates staying still, and his mind is often racing ahead of his words. For this reason his words sometimes overlap, or his speech becomes unintelligible all together, and he never seems to notice. He isn't shy at all, and doesn't even know how it feels to be quiet, except when asleep, or full interested in something. Of course, getting him interested in something for more than a few minutes is hard, since he gets bored with things easily. He has a rampant imagination, and often lives in his own world, which changes daily.
History:
Nav is the youngest son of a family with two boys and no girls. His father was a single-parent, his mother having died during childbirth of a still-born, unnamed girl. It was taboo for Nav's entire life to speak of his mother or mysterious sister, so Nav didn't. Instead he nearly ran wild, constrained only be a few rules, that he followed only by the insistence of his older brother, Bane. The two were nearly complete opposites, but the bond was obvious, despite the age difference of nearly ten years. Bane had been unexpected in the young marriage between their father, Zacholas, and Kaarina, their mother.
It was nearly impossible to get Nadav to sit still long enough to learn anything, until Bane introduced something strong enough to convince Nadav to do just that. The chance to help his brother paint. It had been strictly off-limits, after Nav had spilt paint all over the room, for his brother was an avid artist-not just of painting, but the writing of novels and sculpting as well. He let Nav paint the small figurines he made, but only if Nadav did well in his classes.
Of course, he aspired to become a pokemon trainer, although there wasn't any real reason. He enjoyed painting, but he didn't have the overwhelming love his older brother did for it. So when he turned ten, he looked to get a pokemon, and thus, he is doing so. His dream is that of being a famous ice pokemon trainer, although he wouldn't mind just being famous.
(Required) Roleplaying Example:
"Look! See?" Nadav held up the tiny figurine of a flareon, still wet with paint. His face brightened when his brother spoke, and he sat the figurine down gently and carefully.
"It looks just like a flareon. My client will be very pleased." Every time Bane smiled at him, Nav felt like a little bubble of happiness floated up into his chest. Bane didn't give out compliments often, and he smiled less. Unlike Nav, his brother was serious.
In Nav's opinion, he was almost too serious, but also in Nadav's opinion, his brother was perfect. Nothing could be wrong with him.
"I'm going to go play outside now. I get to come help tomorrow too, right?" He rubbed the paint on his jeans without thinking-they were already stained with all the colors of the rainbow anyways, just like the rest of his jeans.
"If you pay attention in class."
Nav stuck his tongue out at his brother and raced out the door, careful not to knock anything over or slam the door behind him. Of course he would pay attention in class-Bane had seen to that!