Post by Bane Tsarevich on Oct 19, 2008 23:45:04 GMT -6
“what is your name?
BALDO VLADIMIR TSAREVICH
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BALDO VLADIMIR TSAREVICH
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“who are you, really?
YOUR NAME -- TravisOTHER CHARACTERS --
CONTACT INFO -- email Tbelobrajdic@gmail.com
“tell me about yourself.
[/sup][/center] FULL NAME -- Baldo Vladimir TsarevichNICKNAMES --Bane
AGE AND BIRTHDATE -- 21, 6/21/87
GENDER -- Male
AFFILIATION -- neutral
ABILITY -- Can slow his perception of time
ABILITY LIMITS --Bane is capable of speeding up his brains ability to process the environment that his body observes and make calculated decisions, thus time moves at a slow pace for him but time its self is not slowed. Though he is capable of perceiving time at an accelerated rate. His body, though possessing abnormally fast muscle movements, is unable to move at the same pace as his mind.
SEXUAL ORIENTATION -- strait
NATIONALITY -- Croatian
RELIGION -- non-denominational
BIRTHPLACE -- Rural village in Croatia
HOMETOWN -- Devetnaest, Croatia
CURRENT RESIDENCE -- New York.
“what do you look like?
[/sup][/center] HAIR --EYES -- hazel/ blue
HEIGHT/WEIGHT --6foot 2inchs 220 lbs
BODY TYPE -- Broad shoulder, Muscular
OVERALL HEALTH -- outstanding
OTHER NOTABLE TRAITS -- none
TWO 100X100 SIZED AVATARS HERE
PLAY BY -- John Barrowman
PLAY BY -- John Barrowman
“how do you perceive yourself?
[/sup][/center] LIKES -- Old American revolvers, Driving manual vehicles, using his ability, solving challenging mind games, cooking for others, reading science fiction novels, the Dark Tower series, and HimselfDISLIKES -- People who do not aspire to be something, listening to dumb riddles, plot spoilers, being unprepared, drinks that are the color green, and any person that is self loathing.
WORST FEAR -- Bane's greatest fear in the world is... A global Zombie outbreak that will eradicate all life. Seriously, he is afraid of the walking dead finding and devouring him.
BIGGEST SECRET OR REGRET -- Bane's greatest regret is that for the most of his life he had been a festering pool of self loathing and misery, He wishes that he could have come out of that mindset earlier.
GREATEST AMBITION -- To transcend all man kind and obtain ultimate power and knowledge.
DEFINING QUALITY -- His flexible morals, though he has more of a good nature, he will do what ever it takes to reach his goal.
IDIOSYNCRASIES --
1. Charming gentleman
2. Beyond driven
3. Common sense
4. Very Vain
PERSONALITY
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“what about your life?
[/sup][/center] FAMILY FATHER -- Pavao Curic
SIBLINGS -- none
OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES -- none
[/ul]BIOGRAPHY -- Born to Dunja Tsarevich, he was a child of rape, this circumstance of his creation does not really concern him. Born on June 21, 1988, in the village of Devetnaest, rural village near the Plitvuce Lake in Croatia.
Developing as a normal child for the majority of his life, the concept of greatness was never really entered Baldo's mind.When the teacher traveled to his village from the near by cities, she always saw Baldo as an above par student. He grasped the concepts before him but never was able to strive in a learning environment.
Baldo liked the idea of becoming a jack of all trades, though he lacked the motivation to become one. He went from trades men to tradesmen in his village, always convincing them to take him on as an apprentice. Over time Baldo wa
SAMPLE RP
(from another RP with a similar character who used magic)
The over weight Sargent walked stepped off the elevator. He opened the folder he was carrying and began to read threw its contents as he carelessly walked down the hallway bumping into anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in his way. The Sargent, unbeknown to him, muttered out what he was reading " Caucasian male, possibly mid 20's, appears malnourished, ungroomed, and filthy. He was found unconscious due to blow to the back of the head with a bludgeon, possibly a bat, inside a mom and pop candy store. When discovered he had two bag's of chocolate and a energy drink in his hands. see attached photo's" The Sargent examined the attached photos seeing the chocolate and energy drink, now split, on the floor. He closed the folder and belched, tasting the McDonald's burgers and fries, and entered the interrogation rooms hallway.
"So what's our John Doe been up to?" the Sargent asked the officer who leaned against the corner of the glass, arms crossed observing Bane through the glass. The officer looked over his shoulder quickly, obviously startled, and responded "Sargent, So far he's only spoke once, when he asked if he could have a glass of water and sugar." The officer nodded his head toward the glass and the empty bottle of sugar on the table "So I gave him both. At first he just sat there starring blankly at the glass, until i left the room. By the time I had exited his room and returned here to look thought the window he had poured the entire container of sugar in the water and chugged it down." The officer said with a bewildered expression. The Sargent said "guess he really had a sweet tooth" and entered the room.
The Sargent noticed when he entered the room how the man was sitting, he was hunched over with his cuffed hands resting on the table. The light that hit his face caste shadows over his eyes, making the Sargent uneasy. The Sargent plopped on into the chair apposite to the man, making a small cracking sound, and placed the folder down on the table. "So buddy boy, whats your name?" the Sargent asked attempting to have a sincere tone, failing miserably. A moment passed with no response, then he heard something muttered from the man. The Sargent leaned in and asked "what was that?" the man lifted his head and locked eyes with the Sargent, the Sargent saw the blood shot veins in the man's eyes and it made him shiver. "Thurisaz" he said, this time louder. The mans hand cuff's fell apart and landed loudly on the table. The Sargent gasped and the man grinned.
The over weight Sargent walked stepped off the elevator. He opened the folder he was carrying and began to read threw its contents as he carelessly walked down the hallway bumping into anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in his way. The Sargent, unbeknown to him, muttered out what he was reading " Caucasian male, possibly mid 20's, appears malnourished, ungroomed, and filthy. He was found unconscious due to blow to the back of the head with a bludgeon, possibly a bat, inside a mom and pop candy store. When discovered he had two bag's of chocolate and a energy drink in his hands. see attached photo's" The Sargent examined the attached photos seeing the chocolate and energy drink, now split, on the floor. He closed the folder and belched, tasting the McDonald's burgers and fries, and entered the interrogation rooms hallway.
"So what's our John Doe been up to?" the Sargent asked the officer who leaned against the corner of the glass, arms crossed observing Bane through the glass. The officer looked over his shoulder quickly, obviously startled, and responded "Sargent, So far he's only spoke once, when he asked if he could have a glass of water and sugar." The officer nodded his head toward the glass and the empty bottle of sugar on the table "So I gave him both. At first he just sat there starring blankly at the glass, until i left the room. By the time I had exited his room and returned here to look thought the window he had poured the entire container of sugar in the water and chugged it down." The officer said with a bewildered expression. The Sargent said "guess he really had a sweet tooth" and entered the room.
The Sargent noticed when he entered the room how the man was sitting, he was hunched over with his cuffed hands resting on the table. The light that hit his face caste shadows over his eyes, making the Sargent uneasy. The Sargent plopped on into the chair apposite to the man, making a small cracking sound, and placed the folder down on the table. "So buddy boy, whats your name?" the Sargent asked attempting to have a sincere tone, failing miserably. A moment passed with no response, then he heard something muttered from the man. The Sargent leaned in and asked "what was that?" the man lifted his head and locked eyes with the Sargent, the Sargent saw the blood shot veins in the man's eyes and it made him shiver. "Thurisaz" he said, this time louder. The mans hand cuff's fell apart and landed loudly on the table. The Sargent gasped and the man grinned.