Post by latviaa on Feb 25, 2010 19:30:15 GMT -5
Name: Raivis Galante
Country of Origin: Latvia (or whatever it was called during this time period. D: )
Gender: Male
Age: 15ish
Height: 5’0 ft
Weight: 104
Appearance:
Crew member of: (blahblahblahwordswilleventuallygohere)
Status: Crew Member
Pet: ///
Crest: ///
Personality: Raivis Galante is a five foot tall neurotic excuse of a young man. He's deathly afraid of people in general and tends to avoids them like the plague, from being both socially inept with a spruce of simply being awkward.
Without even knowing it, Raivis is bluntly honest when speaking and often gets in trouble for his words. But yet again, that is when he's speaking. In which he doesn't tend to do often. ( Quiet, and painfully shy. )
Raivis tends to attract trouble like a dead carcass attracts flies, and is constantly being dragged into things he doesn't necessarily need to be in. You could get away with saying he's a pushover.
Regardless of his age, Raivis picked up a nasty habit of drinking alcohol and finds himself acting much less himself when intoxicated. He also would never admit out loud his dire need and love of poetry and romance novels. When given the chance, little Raivis enjoys being lost in literature.
History: Raivis grew up in a quaint house filled of five. He himself was the youngest of three siblings and had always been treated as such. He looked up to his two older brothers, hoping someday to hold as much intelligence and sense as they have. Every day he finds himself thinking of them and sheds a tear.
It was a brisk and normal spring afternoon when his world seemed to crumble about him. Raivis had spent the morning up in the house's rafters, skimming through a novel in the most calmed of moods. It wasn't long after he flipped a page that the house seemed to shake with turmoil and disturbance. He hid, terrified of what was happening, and refused to move an inch until his ears heard silence.
When Raivis stumbled out from hiding, he found his family vanished and the rest of the house in atrophy. Panicking, he ran around the town looking for a familiar face, but found nothing. He ran through crowds feeling small and insignificant, and searched recklessly for a sign of the family he lost.
Raivis found himself lost in a town port, the vessels tied to the dock seeming intimidating and large.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: My dear ol' Cap'n Jack, thats who~
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A/N: Fffft. Took me long enough eh? /shot
My epic failure is complete! aha! I can sleep peacefully now =3=
tell me if i did something wrong. c:
Country of Origin: Latvia (or whatever it was called during this time period. D: )
Gender: Male
Age: 15ish
Height: 5’0 ft
Weight: 104
Appearance:
Crew member of: (blahblahblahwordswilleventuallygohere)
Status: Crew Member
Pet: ///
Crest: ///
Personality: Raivis Galante is a five foot tall neurotic excuse of a young man. He's deathly afraid of people in general and tends to avoids them like the plague, from being both socially inept with a spruce of simply being awkward.
Without even knowing it, Raivis is bluntly honest when speaking and often gets in trouble for his words. But yet again, that is when he's speaking. In which he doesn't tend to do often. ( Quiet, and painfully shy. )
Raivis tends to attract trouble like a dead carcass attracts flies, and is constantly being dragged into things he doesn't necessarily need to be in. You could get away with saying he's a pushover.
Regardless of his age, Raivis picked up a nasty habit of drinking alcohol and finds himself acting much less himself when intoxicated. He also would never admit out loud his dire need and love of poetry and romance novels. When given the chance, little Raivis enjoys being lost in literature.
History: Raivis grew up in a quaint house filled of five. He himself was the youngest of three siblings and had always been treated as such. He looked up to his two older brothers, hoping someday to hold as much intelligence and sense as they have. Every day he finds himself thinking of them and sheds a tear.
It was a brisk and normal spring afternoon when his world seemed to crumble about him. Raivis had spent the morning up in the house's rafters, skimming through a novel in the most calmed of moods. It wasn't long after he flipped a page that the house seemed to shake with turmoil and disturbance. He hid, terrified of what was happening, and refused to move an inch until his ears heard silence.
When Raivis stumbled out from hiding, he found his family vanished and the rest of the house in atrophy. Panicking, he ran around the town looking for a familiar face, but found nothing. He ran through crowds feeling small and insignificant, and searched recklessly for a sign of the family he lost.
Raivis found himself lost in a town port, the vessels tied to the dock seeming intimidating and large.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: My dear ol' Cap'n Jack, thats who~
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A/N: Fffft. Took me long enough eh? /shot
My epic failure is complete! aha! I can sleep peacefully now =3=
tell me if i did something wrong. c:
