Post by Joseph Ferras on Jun 25, 2008 3:36:47 GMT -5
All About You
Name:Lissy
Age:17
ExperienceCouple of years Rping. Lots more creative writing
Your RP Character
Name:Joseph Ferras
Age:18
Gender:Male
Height:6 foot
Appearance: [at least two paragraphs]
Joseph most prominent feature is hid big, Velvet brown eyes, which conveys every emotion. He has a cupids bow mouth, which is always ready to smile. He has a smooth tan complexion which, due to his work his hands are a little rough, but he has a soft touch to it. He has high cheekbones, that almost look as if they were expertly carved
His hair is long, like most young gentleman's style of that day, it has a slight wave to it. His hair is a chocolate brown colour, which matches the colour of his eyes.
Joe stands tall, taller than most men of his day were, and due to his work he is quite muscular, not in the overly body builder type though.
Personality: [at least two paragraphs]
Joe is shy, he tries to keep out of the way from every one. Due to his low position in both life and the Opera house he keeps out of the way.
When it comes to it he is brave, and would die for love, he has a romantic soul and would do anything for the girl he loves; even if she did not love him back
With his youth comes naivety, which surpasses the level of most people that way, he is too trusting and therefore would not dream that once someones word was given, that they would go back on it
Class: [upper class, middle-class, low class]Low
Occupation:Stage Hand
Pets:None
Family:
Mother: Elinor Ferras (nee Bennette)
Father: Charles Ferras
Sisters: Charlotte (aged 14)
Lucy (aged 8)
Marriane (aged 4)
Brothers:Louis (aged 13)
Phillipe(aged 13)
Demitrius (aged 6)
History: [At least three paragraphs]Joe was the first of seven children, he would have been the third, but his two older siblings died during the first tender hours of their lives. Joe still visits the grave today. Four year later he got a younger sister, Charlotte. Once again, before Charlotte was born there had been a couple of still births. But the family was strong and they pulled through the heartache of losing Children. The year after that Elinor successfully delivered identical twins Louis and Philippe, named after the legend that surrounded the royal family.
The other children then eventually followed suit. The family was large, but the Ferras' only just manged to survive, (Joe would normally give up part of his fair share for someone else.)
As soon as he was old enough Joe got a job and the family were able to live reasonably well. With Joe's publicity from his workplace, business at his fathers workplace soared (his father worked as a shoe maker)
The family lived comfortably in their small house with a large garden; it never occurred to them to move.
Elinor got pregnant again, but the baby was still born. She has never recovered and was too weak to move. The depression of this hit the family, and their Dad became an alcoholic, spending most of the money on drink. The family now rely on Joe to help them to eat. He sook out a higher paying job as stage hand at the opera house and has worked there ever since
RP Sample: [At least three paragraphs]
The rope was twisted tightly around Joe's hand, it made red marks where the rope rested and it felt like it was burning to Joe.
"Pull" one of the bosses said, and silently the pulled at the rope causing one of the pieces of sets to rise up wards. There was then a scurrying around to fix the rope to one of the metal loops.
Joe felt relief when he finally let go of the thick rope. Rubbing his red raw hand he went over to one of the older stage hands.
"Back at the Populair" the guy said "We would have been guarding this a lot more"
Joe tilted his head "Why because of the ghost"
"HE was not ghost. He was a phantom. His reign of terror is over now. He is dead"
Joe shook his head "Can't be" he said defiantly "You can't kill phantoms. Like you can't kill ghosts"
The man looked angry "Hush up your mouth young lad!" he croaked; the performance was going on "The only reason why the phantom existed was because we believed he did. If no-one believe he will not exist."
Joe walked away, this man was clearly crazy. He walked up into the rafters where he could watch the play unnoticed by the audience and the performers. he watched done girl in particular, she was not the leading lady. Just a chorus girl, a dancer, but her movements were the most graceful and flowing than what he had ever seen. She was like an angel. He had watched the girl ever since she had arrived, yet he did not even know her name. He was infactuated with her, and could watch her forever.
Even her shadow has grace he thought as she spun around.
A shout from below meant he was needed and he lightly stole away to prepare some scenery for the next scene, but not before he stole one last glance at the dancer he loved so much but knew nothing about
Password one: dechangy
Password two Miranda Richardson
Name:Lissy
Age:17
ExperienceCouple of years Rping. Lots more creative writing
Your RP Character
Name:Joseph Ferras
Age:18
Gender:Male
Height:6 foot
Appearance: [at least two paragraphs]
Joseph most prominent feature is hid big, Velvet brown eyes, which conveys every emotion. He has a cupids bow mouth, which is always ready to smile. He has a smooth tan complexion which, due to his work his hands are a little rough, but he has a soft touch to it. He has high cheekbones, that almost look as if they were expertly carved
His hair is long, like most young gentleman's style of that day, it has a slight wave to it. His hair is a chocolate brown colour, which matches the colour of his eyes.
Joe stands tall, taller than most men of his day were, and due to his work he is quite muscular, not in the overly body builder type though.
Personality: [at least two paragraphs]
Joe is shy, he tries to keep out of the way from every one. Due to his low position in both life and the Opera house he keeps out of the way.
When it comes to it he is brave, and would die for love, he has a romantic soul and would do anything for the girl he loves; even if she did not love him back
With his youth comes naivety, which surpasses the level of most people that way, he is too trusting and therefore would not dream that once someones word was given, that they would go back on it
Class: [upper class, middle-class, low class]Low
Occupation:Stage Hand
Pets:None
Family:
Mother: Elinor Ferras (nee Bennette)
Father: Charles Ferras
Sisters: Charlotte (aged 14)
Lucy (aged 8)
Marriane (aged 4)
Brothers:Louis (aged 13)
Phillipe(aged 13)
Demitrius (aged 6)
History: [At least three paragraphs]Joe was the first of seven children, he would have been the third, but his two older siblings died during the first tender hours of their lives. Joe still visits the grave today. Four year later he got a younger sister, Charlotte. Once again, before Charlotte was born there had been a couple of still births. But the family was strong and they pulled through the heartache of losing Children. The year after that Elinor successfully delivered identical twins Louis and Philippe, named after the legend that surrounded the royal family.
The other children then eventually followed suit. The family was large, but the Ferras' only just manged to survive, (Joe would normally give up part of his fair share for someone else.)
As soon as he was old enough Joe got a job and the family were able to live reasonably well. With Joe's publicity from his workplace, business at his fathers workplace soared (his father worked as a shoe maker)
The family lived comfortably in their small house with a large garden; it never occurred to them to move.
Elinor got pregnant again, but the baby was still born. She has never recovered and was too weak to move. The depression of this hit the family, and their Dad became an alcoholic, spending most of the money on drink. The family now rely on Joe to help them to eat. He sook out a higher paying job as stage hand at the opera house and has worked there ever since
RP Sample: [At least three paragraphs]
The rope was twisted tightly around Joe's hand, it made red marks where the rope rested and it felt like it was burning to Joe.
"Pull" one of the bosses said, and silently the pulled at the rope causing one of the pieces of sets to rise up wards. There was then a scurrying around to fix the rope to one of the metal loops.
Joe felt relief when he finally let go of the thick rope. Rubbing his red raw hand he went over to one of the older stage hands.
"Back at the Populair" the guy said "We would have been guarding this a lot more"
Joe tilted his head "Why because of the ghost"
"HE was not ghost. He was a phantom. His reign of terror is over now. He is dead"
Joe shook his head "Can't be" he said defiantly "You can't kill phantoms. Like you can't kill ghosts"
The man looked angry "Hush up your mouth young lad!" he croaked; the performance was going on "The only reason why the phantom existed was because we believed he did. If no-one believe he will not exist."
Joe walked away, this man was clearly crazy. He walked up into the rafters where he could watch the play unnoticed by the audience and the performers. he watched done girl in particular, she was not the leading lady. Just a chorus girl, a dancer, but her movements were the most graceful and flowing than what he had ever seen. She was like an angel. He had watched the girl ever since she had arrived, yet he did not even know her name. He was infactuated with her, and could watch her forever.
Even her shadow has grace he thought as she spun around.
A shout from below meant he was needed and he lightly stole away to prepare some scenery for the next scene, but not before he stole one last glance at the dancer he loved so much but knew nothing about
Password one: dechangy
Password two Miranda Richardson
