Post by RAYMOND SEYMORE DUNCAN on May 13, 2009 20:25:14 GMT -6
&&. PLAYER INFORMATION:
Gender:: Female
Contact Information:: itsmecreemy@yahoo.com
Years RPing:: 2
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER BASICS[/b]:
Nickname:: Ray
Birthday ;; Age:: June 12 ;; 17
Gender:: Female
Sexuality:: Heterosexual
Ethnicity:: African American
Persona:: This guy but older looking.
Animal Shift:: Sand cat
Residence:: Apartment
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER APPEARANCE[/b]:
Weight:: 150
Body Type:: Thin, slightly muscular.
Skin Tone:: Dark
Hair Color:: Black
Eye Color:: Brown
Other:: n/a
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER MENTALITY[/b]:
Dislikes:: Crowds, public speaking, too-bright lights, salad, public bathrooms, messy roomates, peanuts, Jonas brothers, skipping meals.
Strengths:: Eating like a pig without looking like one, okay at math, master of sandwich making.
Weaknesses:: His headaches from when he shifts leave him a little dazed at first, catnip, he might be a little too confident.
Fears:: His parents not accepting him for his shifting, big dogs, personal space invasion.
[/blockquote]&&. WELCOME TO THE VARIEL ACADEMY![/b]:
Introduction::
Nickname:: Creemy
Gender:: Female
Contact Information:: itsmecreemy@yahoo.com
Years RPing:: 2
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER BASICS[/b]:
Character Name:: RAYMOND SEYMORE DUNCAN
Nickname:: Ray
Birthday ;; Age:: June 12 ;; 17
Gender:: Female
Sexuality:: Heterosexual
Ethnicity:: African American
Persona:: This guy but older looking.
Animal Shift:: Sand cat
Residence:: Apartment
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER APPEARANCE[/b]:
Height:: 5' 9
Weight:: 150
Body Type:: Thin, slightly muscular.
Skin Tone:: Dark
Hair Color:: Black
Eye Color:: Brown
Other:: n/a
[/blockquote]&&. CHARACTER MENTALITY[/b]:
Personality::
Raymond Duncan is in one word, calm. He's rarely angry, afraid, surprised, or confused by much of anything, at least outwardly. His philosophy is that what will be will be, and worrying won't get you anywhere. However, he's quick to smile or laugh at a joke if it's a good one.Likes:: Junk food, music, ipods, nightime, organization, the internet, video games, kids, ketchup.
Perhaps the only thing that bothers him enough to warrant any negative reaction on his part is uncleanliness. He can't stand it. Everything has a place, weather it be in a desk, on a shelf, or in a trash can. That's where it goes, and where it will be if he has any say in the matter. One moldy slice of pizza is enough to make him go on a OCD-esque cleaning frenzy. Roommates beware.
Ray would rather watch the action than be a part of it. He spends most of his time in the corner of the room, usually plugged into his ipod, just observing what's going on. He's rarely noticed, but he likes it that way. Not shy, but a natural loner; he prefers the company of his own thoughts to the company of others. Sometimes, though, he'll enjoy an interesting conversation with someone new. He's a loyal, trusting friend when you get to know him, but getting to know this quiet guy might take a while.
Dislikes:: Crowds, public speaking, too-bright lights, salad, public bathrooms, messy roomates, peanuts, Jonas brothers, skipping meals.
Strengths:: Eating like a pig without looking like one, okay at math, master of sandwich making.
Weaknesses:: His headaches from when he shifts leave him a little dazed at first, catnip, he might be a little too confident.
Fears:: His parents not accepting him for his shifting, big dogs, personal space invasion.
[/blockquote]&&. WELCOME TO THE VARIEL ACADEMY![/b]:
Introduction::
Ray was just a normal teenage guy before his first shift. He had a b average in school, not too smart, but not a genius either. He drove his dad's old pickup to school. His parents offered a better car but he thought it was unnecessary.He had a waiting job, but avoided going and forcing conversation with boring strangers as much as possible. It was rather silly to work anyway, with his mother and father both having jobs that allowed them to live comfortably in their two story house in the suburbs of Atlanta, GA.Animal Shift::
Ray loved Atlanta. The warm weather was wonderful, and the city was interesting without being too awfully busy. His dad worked as a pilot at the airport, which meant Ray could travel almost anywhere for cheap. It also meant, however, that he went several days without seeing his dad. It wasn't the most ideal situation, but Ray convinced himself that it could be worse..
His first shift was in November, soon after Thanksgiving. He'd just gotten back from school to an empty house on the fall afternoon. He put his backpack in his bedroom before making himself a turkey sandwich from some leftovers, and sat at the kitchen table to eat it. He rubbed his eyes with his sandwich-free hand. Wow, he had a headache.... It felt like his brain was about to split in half. He got some aspirin from the cupboard and went back to his sandwich. Yum. Finished, he put his plate in the dishwasher and sat on the couch, flipping through the channels while he waited for the meds to kick in.
They never did, and if anything the headache was getting worse. His eyebrows wrinkled. This was no fun at all. He got up, deciding to distract himself with some violent video games. No, decapitating innocent people did nothing for his headache. Aw. "Go away, headache," Ray commanded, out of any other options.
That didn't work either. This was a stubborn little migraine, this was. He turned off the TV and console and headed to his bedroom. Maybe he could nap it off. Naps were always nice. He turned on a playlist of relaxing songs to play on his computer and collapsed on his bed. A few hours sleep and this stupid headache would be gone...
Some loud, rickety trucked passed by Ray's open window and woke him up. Aw man, he was having some nice dreams. Well,at least his headache was gone. Ah, sweet relief. But another too-loud vehicle passed by his window. Was there a monster truck rally happening outside that he didn't know about? Dangit, he'd have to get up and close the window. He rolled over and threw his feet over the edge of his bed, and fell. His stomach jumped into his throat at the unexpected lurch. He hit the floor with a thud. He flipped onto his feet quickly, wondering how he fell so far from a hardly tall bed. Or maybe it was tall, it towered over his head. Weird. He twisted his ears back in apprehension of the looming, transforming object.
Wait, his ears didn't usually work that way. He snapped his focus from the bed to his own body. What, paws... fur... whiskers... ahhh! A sharp, rasping noise sent him running for cover under his computer desk. Wait. He made that noise didn't he? What the heck was happening. People don't randomly turn into fuzzy creatures! It must be a dream, some weird side effect of the aspirin. Yeah, that's it. Some hallucination or dream or... what's that noise? Birds chirping?
He didn't remember much after that, except when he came to he was still a cat, and up a tree. Well this was problematic. The height made him dizzy. He closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down and deal with the situation with as much rationality as he could muster. A few deep breaths and...
His head started hurting really bad again. Wow this was a bad day! He rubbed his eyes with his fingers again. Oh hey, fingers! He was back! He dropped out of the tree on his two, wonderfully familiar human legs. He wondered if anyone saw him, but that hardly mattered. He should probably figure out what happened to him...
The next few weeks were spent researching and experimenting with shifting. He found out he was a sand cat after some googling and a mirror he placed on the floor before changing into the cat. He never thought he'd be glad of his busy parents, but the hours by himself let him figure things out slowly, and at a pace that he could take it all in without freaking out.
Eventually, he discovered through the internet that he was not alone. There were others at a place called Variel Academy. It was a hard time deciding weather to go there to figure out what the heck was happening to him, or stay home with his parents. He would have to tell them when he left too. What if they didn't like that their son was so freaky?
Instead, he did something he rarely did. He lied. He told them he was going away to an academic camp, to improve his grades. "I wanna get into a good good college, yanno, and if I start getting As that would be great. Plus this place looks good on a resume." He felt a little queasy, lying like that. His parents bought it, though, and thought about it for awhile. Finally, they agreed. He was packed one week later, and moved to VA.
He misses home dearly, and plans on going back if he can.
Sand Cats are rather puny little felines, and Ray is no exception when he's shifted. He's about 20 inches long if you don't count his tail, and about 6 pounds of fluff. Despite his tininess, he still struts about like he's one of the big cats. True to h is species, he has sandy colored fur marked by a few faint bars. His ear tips are brown and his hazel eyes are rimmed with dark black. His head is wide, with large, pointed ears set far apart. He has short legs for a cat, with furry paw pads on his feet. His claws may or may not be all that effective; he hasn't attempted to find out. He hypothesizes that he could give someone a few nasty paper cuts if he wanted. Hopefully he can disable any threats with his cute kitty face.Make sure you read the rules![/font][/b]:
Kitty-Ray is even more solitary than human-Ray, and often hides somewhere dark like under a bed or in a remote area outside while shifted. A cat is a cat, though, and he sometimes ends up chasing around leaves or unlucky crickets despite himself, if he's fairly confident there will be no witnesses. He plans on heading down to the beach some day to discover if he has inherited his shift's species's legendary digging skills. A burrow, now that would be a nice place to take a nap. Ray rarely shifts if it isn't nighttime, as the bright lights hurt his reflective eyes. Also, sand cats bark. It's quite odd.