Post by acrelorraine on Dec 16, 2008 9:48:21 GMT -8
Name: Everent Farris
Age: 31
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Personality: Everent is tired, he is tired of taking orders, he's tired of the tedium, he's almost tired of life. His overly sarcastic tones hide his appeasing nature. Don't ask him if he's ready because his answer will be no, of course he'll go out and do whatever it is anyway.
Appearance: Very unkempt, his jeans and shirt are generally wrinkled, though he covers it up with an old leather military jacket. His brown hair is always a mess, and he always seems to have 5 O-clock shadow. His leather boots are faded and worn from use.
Family: Dead, more in Background. He'd enjoy starting a family, but his apathetic nature drives people away.
Relation: Worked under Visser 3/1 when he was a controller. Killed one of the auxiliary animorphs.
Background:His parents are both dead, one killed by Visser one back when the visser was still number 3, and his mother was killed in a fight against the rebelling Yeerks. Both his parents were controllers and the same could be said for him. He personally killed many men and women, and he remembered vaporizing one of the "andalite" bandits with a dracon towards the end of the war. But the Yeerk was gone now, and Everent couldn't care less. Having been one of the many controllers given the morphing power towards the last days, he applied to a special strike team trained by Jake Berenson. Unfortunately, he was unable to join before Berenson disappeared. So he just joined a less specialized ops. After three months he disappeared and never returned. He now spends his time wandering around the city near his small house. He smokes a lot, when he tried to quit, he decided to take up drinking instead. He went back to smoking and never stopped drinking. He enjoys spending time in dog or dolphin morph because he feels utterly happy, which is a major change for him.
Morphs: Peregrine Falcon, dolphin, two Labradors, one huskie, and a golden retriever, rattlesnake, cockroach, Siberian tiger.
RP sample: Everant stood up, looking at his surroundings. It was the same as it ever was, alone in a small house that used to be his parent's. He stood and stretched. "Come on, time to start your day." He got dressed and stepped out into the sun. Making sure that his pistol was strapped safely and that the dracon gun was hidden from view, he began walking down the street. Kids were walking to school and Everent felt a twinge of jealousy. Kids got to live carefree lives, kid's who had it easy, kids who never had to deal with the harsh reality. He looked at the sun. He could be a kid again, two hours, but who would care. No, he laughed to himself and lit his breakfast cigarette. He climbed into the lower branches of a tree and watched the kids. To be carefree, to be rid of all the memories of infestation. He spit off to one side. He put out his cigarette and lit another. He was about to drift off to sleep when something caught his eye, no, not something, someone. He leaned forward to get a better look. "That's gotta be coincidence." He muttered under his breath. He leaned against the trunk of the tree. He new the animorphs had returned, he knew they had kids, he didn't know that they were all so close together. He let himself smile a little. Maybe I can do a little good for the world, just like the old days.
Is English your first language? yes
Age: 31
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Personality: Everent is tired, he is tired of taking orders, he's tired of the tedium, he's almost tired of life. His overly sarcastic tones hide his appeasing nature. Don't ask him if he's ready because his answer will be no, of course he'll go out and do whatever it is anyway.
Appearance: Very unkempt, his jeans and shirt are generally wrinkled, though he covers it up with an old leather military jacket. His brown hair is always a mess, and he always seems to have 5 O-clock shadow. His leather boots are faded and worn from use.
Family: Dead, more in Background. He'd enjoy starting a family, but his apathetic nature drives people away.
Relation: Worked under Visser 3/1 when he was a controller. Killed one of the auxiliary animorphs.
Background:His parents are both dead, one killed by Visser one back when the visser was still number 3, and his mother was killed in a fight against the rebelling Yeerks. Both his parents were controllers and the same could be said for him. He personally killed many men and women, and he remembered vaporizing one of the "andalite" bandits with a dracon towards the end of the war. But the Yeerk was gone now, and Everent couldn't care less. Having been one of the many controllers given the morphing power towards the last days, he applied to a special strike team trained by Jake Berenson. Unfortunately, he was unable to join before Berenson disappeared. So he just joined a less specialized ops. After three months he disappeared and never returned. He now spends his time wandering around the city near his small house. He smokes a lot, when he tried to quit, he decided to take up drinking instead. He went back to smoking and never stopped drinking. He enjoys spending time in dog or dolphin morph because he feels utterly happy, which is a major change for him.
Morphs: Peregrine Falcon, dolphin, two Labradors, one huskie, and a golden retriever, rattlesnake, cockroach, Siberian tiger.
RP sample: Everant stood up, looking at his surroundings. It was the same as it ever was, alone in a small house that used to be his parent's. He stood and stretched. "Come on, time to start your day." He got dressed and stepped out into the sun. Making sure that his pistol was strapped safely and that the dracon gun was hidden from view, he began walking down the street. Kids were walking to school and Everent felt a twinge of jealousy. Kids got to live carefree lives, kid's who had it easy, kids who never had to deal with the harsh reality. He looked at the sun. He could be a kid again, two hours, but who would care. No, he laughed to himself and lit his breakfast cigarette. He climbed into the lower branches of a tree and watched the kids. To be carefree, to be rid of all the memories of infestation. He spit off to one side. He put out his cigarette and lit another. He was about to drift off to sleep when something caught his eye, no, not something, someone. He leaned forward to get a better look. "That's gotta be coincidence." He muttered under his breath. He leaned against the trunk of the tree. He new the animorphs had returned, he knew they had kids, he didn't know that they were all so close together. He let himself smile a little. Maybe I can do a little good for the world, just like the old days.
Is English your first language? yes
