Post by Cazaril on Jan 3, 2011 13:09:31 GMT
~The Basics~
Name: Lupe Dy Cazaril
Nicknames: Caz, Lou, Charlie, Sport etc. (Like any normal person would call him Lupe)
Gender: Male
Age: 20
~The Miscellany~
Family: Six Brothers, Mother & Father
Canon: The Curse of Chalion
~The Big Stuff~
Appearance: Caz is lanky and tall, and shot up pretty quick as a kid and on to be 6ft. He grew facial hair pretty quickly, and still doesn't quite know what to make of it, so every so often shaves it all off, but it doesn't take long to grow back. He's got bony fingers and a dimple deep smile, that's quite rare these days.
Personality: Caz is a curious soul, and generous. Being brought up in a large family that he ended up disliking, he found himself, offering up his bed, his food – whatever – just for a peaceful life. He was a fountain of knowledge, he absorbed things like kids his age couldn't and found himself at ease in old poems by Keats, Yates and Shakespeare. So immediately, everything else was boring, a kid with so much to be fuelled by but no purpose. He started to get irritated easily, and took out his problems on others – which usually got him in a lot more trouble than he meant too.
Speaking of, he's usually pretty sharp in terms of knowing what's going on, he's got a keen sense of danger – whether that be due to his past life or because he knew when he was going to get a beating from his brothers he developed a keen eye knowing when to get out of the way, but also when to stand his guard.
His weakness is his longing for friends, for people to understand him properly. He hopes to find this with the Mythlings as his attempts with others have lead him doing dangerous and silly things to find himself.
History: Caz was always an odd kid, though born in Britain he understood and spoke Spanish before he spoke English, and he was able to read astonishingly quickly. His family had no idea what to do with him. Caz tried to be like everyone else, like his older brothers as he was the youngest, but he just wasn't like them. Instead he found himself dreaming of something else, somewhere else. The dreams of course were memories of war, of slavery and battling an empire to save a world, as a tutor and a lover and everything else in between, but his dreams were no where near his actual reality.
No one called him his actual name, Charlie, Lou and others were used in it's stead, as though they believed him to be called something else, he was teased for being hyperactive as a kid but soon found out that the energy was for something greater, his PE lessons at school were too easy, and he found himself coasting, sneaking into libraries to read poetry and getting into trouble for petty reasons like smoking and drinking just to see if there was anything more to this place.
One day, after a very horrible day indeed Caz furious, had to stop fighting the dream. He packed up a small case of things, and headed out of that life, out to a place where he hoped he'd fit in. This place, he hoped, was The Town. At least here, they might call him his name, right?
~The Final Touches~
RP Sample:
Caz is a silly boy. The end. (In all seriousness, I will post a real RP post if you want one)
Have you read the rules: Can't keep a good myth down!
Anything you'd like to add: love you guys <3
Celebrity Claim: Joseph Gordon Levitt
Name: Lupe Dy Cazaril
Nicknames: Caz, Lou, Charlie, Sport etc. (Like any normal person would call him Lupe)
Gender: Male
Age: 20
~The Miscellany~
Family: Six Brothers, Mother & Father
Canon: The Curse of Chalion
~The Big Stuff~
Appearance: Caz is lanky and tall, and shot up pretty quick as a kid and on to be 6ft. He grew facial hair pretty quickly, and still doesn't quite know what to make of it, so every so often shaves it all off, but it doesn't take long to grow back. He's got bony fingers and a dimple deep smile, that's quite rare these days.
Personality: Caz is a curious soul, and generous. Being brought up in a large family that he ended up disliking, he found himself, offering up his bed, his food – whatever – just for a peaceful life. He was a fountain of knowledge, he absorbed things like kids his age couldn't and found himself at ease in old poems by Keats, Yates and Shakespeare. So immediately, everything else was boring, a kid with so much to be fuelled by but no purpose. He started to get irritated easily, and took out his problems on others – which usually got him in a lot more trouble than he meant too.
Speaking of, he's usually pretty sharp in terms of knowing what's going on, he's got a keen sense of danger – whether that be due to his past life or because he knew when he was going to get a beating from his brothers he developed a keen eye knowing when to get out of the way, but also when to stand his guard.
His weakness is his longing for friends, for people to understand him properly. He hopes to find this with the Mythlings as his attempts with others have lead him doing dangerous and silly things to find himself.
History: Caz was always an odd kid, though born in Britain he understood and spoke Spanish before he spoke English, and he was able to read astonishingly quickly. His family had no idea what to do with him. Caz tried to be like everyone else, like his older brothers as he was the youngest, but he just wasn't like them. Instead he found himself dreaming of something else, somewhere else. The dreams of course were memories of war, of slavery and battling an empire to save a world, as a tutor and a lover and everything else in between, but his dreams were no where near his actual reality.
No one called him his actual name, Charlie, Lou and others were used in it's stead, as though they believed him to be called something else, he was teased for being hyperactive as a kid but soon found out that the energy was for something greater, his PE lessons at school were too easy, and he found himself coasting, sneaking into libraries to read poetry and getting into trouble for petty reasons like smoking and drinking just to see if there was anything more to this place.
One day, after a very horrible day indeed Caz furious, had to stop fighting the dream. He packed up a small case of things, and headed out of that life, out to a place where he hoped he'd fit in. This place, he hoped, was The Town. At least here, they might call him his name, right?
~The Final Touches~
RP Sample:
Caz is a silly boy. The end. (In all seriousness, I will post a real RP post if you want one)
Have you read the rules: Can't keep a good myth down!
Anything you'd like to add: love you guys <3
Celebrity Claim: Joseph Gordon Levitt
