iprince
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Post by iprince on Apr 5, 2007 17:58:32 GMT -7
Image One:
Character One:
Name; Jeffrey
Gender; Male
Species; Human
Age; 42
Height: 6'1"
Skin: Pale
Hair: Blond/Greying, Shoulder-length, Straight
Style: Tied back in ponytail with large, black ribbon
Eyes: Dark brown
Jeffrey is tall and slender, with long legs and a rather frigid looking way of carrying himself. He's pale all over, with nearly white pinkish skin, and blond hair that's begun to lighten with age. His lips, too, are very pale, and it would appear that he had neither eyebrows nor eyelashes due to the light hue of them both. He has a narrow, ferret-ish face, with wide brown eyes and a large, angular nose. His hands are abnormally large, with long, slender fingers.
Being a valet, or butler of sorts, Jeffrey dresses in nothing but simple black and white suits, often accented with an old fashioned bow-tie at request of his master/mistress. Also at the request of McKale, he's grown his hair out to shoulder-length so he may tie it back with a black ribbon...something the master/mistress is oft to do his/herself.
Character Two:
Name; McKale
Gender; Pick one XD
Species; Human
Age; 27
Height: 5'5"
Skin: Pale
Hair: Brown, slightly wavy, just past shoulders
Eyes: Hazel
McKale, as this eccentric little person is apt to being called, is of very peculiar appearance. Upon first seeing them, people are instantly confused as to whether or not he/she is male or female, and rightly so, too. McKale's taken a fancy to impersonating genders, one day the perfect epitome of womanhood, and the next a striking young gentleman with a knack for flair. Very few people actually know his/her real gender, and even fewer learned it through respectable matters. One thing is rather certain, though; whether male or female, McKale is definitely not unattractive.
McKale keeps long hair of a rather smooth, chocolaty brown, that falls about his/her shoulders with just the slightest kink. He/she has a rather lithe figure, with long torso and limbs, while still being on the fairly average-ish side hight-wise. At 5'9" he/she could very well be male or female. McKale has dark green-brown eyes, and a round, feminine face as any gender.
As a male, McKale can keep up very realistic looking stubble, and he often chooses to wear it in the form of a goatee. As a female, she's delicately curved, with smaller breasts that would make concealing them an easy task. Not even the sound of his/her voice breaks the facade, being a musical falsetto as a female, and a delightfully rich tenor when male.
McKale enjoys dressing in Victorian attire, usually taking an eccentric touch to whatever he/she chooses to wear. Black, white, green, and burgundy tend to take up the entire collection of color he/she owns. As a male, pinstripe suits and lace at the throat and cuff seem to be the favored choice of attire. As a female, wide hoop skirts with elaborate lace all about the trim seem to be about all he/she'll wear.
Pose;
Casual sort of…walking down the street thing, with Jeffrey and McKale face-on. I’d prefer is McKale was male, but either way I’d like him/her to have on arm linked with Jeffrey’s (hand resting on the crook of his elbow, sort of thing). The other should be either pointing at something in the distance (forward, off to the side, the sky, etc.) and his/her ‘gaze’ should be following said pointing-ness. Jeffrey should be looking forward, ignoring whatever it is McKale’s excited about with a look of trepidation or possible amusement/affection. Jeffrey, while walking, will be stiff, formal, and elegant, where as McKale should be all over the place, excitable looking, and generally jovial…while still attempting to maintain ‘elegance’.
Outfits;
McKale (as Male);
Pinstripe jacket suit, in charcoal grey with black striping, and black pants. Lacey ruffles as the sleeves would be nice, in either grey or white. Should be wearing a black fedora, plain or with grey pinstripes. Shiny black dress shoes, very pointy toes, with a boot-like heal. If you can see the shirt beneath, it should be white. Either a turtleneck or a dress shirt, your choice.
If you’d prefer doing female!McKale, I’ll edit with a description of the outfit I’d like her to be wearing.
Jeffrey;
Black suit jacket and black dress pants, neatly pressed. Should be wearing black gloves and dress shoes (with less of a point that McKale’s). Simple black vest beneath jacket, and a white dress shirt. Possibly a black bowler hat if you’re up to it, if not, bare-headed is fine. Hair pulled back in customary pony tail.
Relationship;
Jeffrey has been McKale’s valet (like a butler only…better X3) for 18 years, and has been enamored with him/her for quite some time. He’s also informed McKale of this, but McKale does not return said affections (or at least he/she claims not to). Despite this, they’re on friendly terms. McKale is naturally affectionate with everyone (to the point of being promiscuous with anyone who is not Jeffrey), where as Jeffrey is commonly formal and prudish. He accepts McKale’s affectionate-ness without thought or complaint, but is normally a very stand-offish person when it comes to touching. McKale adores Jeffrey, even if he/she isn’t always nice to him. Jeffrey has become something of McKale’s ‘keeper’, making he/she doesn’t come to harm and the like. He’s suspicious of his/her companions, and doesn’t approve of his/her promiscuous nature.
Scene;
If you’re willing to sneak in background-ness…
Walking down a cobbled London street. Pleasant day, perhaps a little windy, with buildings lining the path and a little park in the distance, with a short iron fence.
…simply because that’s what I see in my head. No worries about any of this, if you don’t want to do it.
Image Two;
3 Characters
Character 1;
Name; Tavarius
Gender; Male
Species; Human
Age; mid-thirties
Height: 6’1”
Skin: Pale ginger
Hair: Black, Straight, Very long
Eyes: Green
Tavarius was no meek looking man, despite decades of serving the life of a royal advisor, with little need for physical labor. He was slender and tall, with a sharp, elegant face and narrow eyes that quivered and wavered with the color of deep pine, tinged with the exotic aura of rainy blue-green. His skin was of no common hue, but blended him perfectly with the desert heat. No white, wilting lily was he, but of a deep brown-grey tone, like ginger dusted lightly over cream. It kept him dark and safe from any harmful bombardment of heat the sun might subject him to. His hands were narrow, not broad, with fingers that reached an absurd length, gnarled and twisted like tree roots. Each one had nails clipped in an almost claw-like fashion, but were still the nails of men. Tavarius had no hidden abnormalities in his appearance.
The black shadow of his hair was not perfectly straight, but pleasantly so, with a subtle, natural wave that gave it a gossamer gleam. It was as black as pitch in color, and just as slick to the eye, and perhaps, if one was allowed to snake their hands across his platform, to the touch as well. But most extraordinary of all, and perhaps the savior of its unpleasant texture, was that it covered the entire length of his body, sprawling out from the roots of his skull to the ends of his ankles. It had not but a quiet mingling of silver to tell that this man wasn’t a mere kit of a lion shoved out of his house for playing too roughly. He had lived through a fair few winters during his time, and the crisp, hardened angles of his face were perhaps another testament to that.
- Taken from a Roleplay
Character 2:
Name: Cassius
Gender: Male
Apparent Species: Human
Apparent Age: mid-thirties
Height: 5’11”
Skin: Pale
Hair: Grey-black-brown, mangy looking, shaggy, thin, chin-length
Eyes: Amber-brown
Cassius is a scrawny looking fellow, very thin and rather lanky. He has a round, narrow face, and eyes that stand out darkly against his pale skin. He looks feeble, frail, with small, pale lips, smothered with scars that slice them many times in half. He has long, knobby fingers, skeletal-looking in nature, and yellowed teeth. Cassius also has the rather unfortunate ailment of leprosy, which has not taken too much from him, but scars, boils, and red-raw rashes are scattered about beneath his clothing {if you could, I’d love to have some of those ‘hurts’ visible, perhaps sneaking up out of his collar or the like}.
Character 3:
Name: Filth (temporarily, he needs an –ius name X3)
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Apparent Age: late-twenties
Height: 5’5”
Skin: Pale, nearly translucent due to colorlessness
Hair: Black, greasy and lank, straight, long ‘bangs’ in the front, cut short in the back.
Eyes: Pale green
Filth, justly named, is an emaciated, slimy looking creature, with long greasy hair and pale, luminous slime-green eyes. He’s long and lanky, with superbly gangly fingers with nails all cut to points. His skin is luminescently pale, and his eyes are sunken, rimmed with black and red from lack of sleep and faulty health. He has thin lips and jagged teeth. He’s fairly short for a male, his lack of stature increased by his habit of hunching and curling in on himself. Filth is like prey trapped in a corner, seemingly helpless, weak, and frail, but armed to the teeth with desperation…and his demeanor mirrors that image. He slinks and sneaks, gliding across floors ever so quietly, and speaks in a whispered hiss.
Outfits;
Tavarius;
Pearly-white robe (made of velvet) that comes down to his ankles, beneath of white he’ll be wearing a white dress shirt with poofy sleeves, an ivory-hued vest with golden curlicues, and white slacks. White dress shoes, trimmed with gold, if you feel like giving him footwear. The robe may also sport gold or black decorations along the ‘seam’, where the robe parts, in the form of snake-shaped images.
Cassius;
Again, a white robe, cotton/silk this time, much more lighter a material and it should show. The robe should be done up in layers, slightly resembling a ‘toga’ if you need an example. Long and flowing, covering his feet, but not his hands. There should be no decorations or symbols on his robe. Being a leper, Cassius has been given a mask to wear, should his face start rotting. Although I don’t want him wearing it, I would like him to be carrying it, perhaps tied about his waist with a sash. The mask should be plain, china white, again without decoration.
Filth;
Dark grey robes, with a thick trim of black around the hem. Robes should be thick, possibly made of fur, with very little visible beneath them. Clothes beneath the robes consist of plain black pants and a simple, black tunic-styled top.
All;
They all sport a tattoo on their upper left arm, of a leucistic ball python wrapped about the arm. (http://www.constrictors.com/images/BallPythons/Leucistic/Lucy0930.jpg), Note that the eye is black with a red pupil.
Relationships;
Tavarius, Cassius, and Filth are all servants of The Prince, considered the ‘most beloved’ servants. They have very high rankings amongst his court.
Tavarius:
…with the Prince; Tavarius is perhaps the only logical fellow of the group. He’s level headed, resourceful, and worries about all the right things. He looks at the Prince as something of a spoiled child in need of a nanny…and has unwittingly taken on the role of ‘nanny’ for him. He’s constantly exasperated with the Prince’s lack of foresight and inability to see the enemies within his home. He’s something of an assassin-like bodyguard. He’s loyal, obedient, but does not respect the Prince.
…with Cassius; He thinks that the creation of Cassius was immoral, and that The Prince has made him a leper even more so. Although he doesn’t particularly like Cassius, he looks out for him (no one else will). He’s the only one who recognizes Cassius for what he really is; a child, and he treats him delicately because of that.
…with Filth; Doesn’t like him, and with good reason. He knows full well that Filth has no love or loyalty toward The Prince, and is quite certainly plotting his demise. Tavarius keeps close tabs on him, and is very mistrustful.
Cassius;
…with the Prince; Love, fanatic, obsessed…all are good words to explain how Cassius feels about The Prince. He’s turned his leader into an icon, a golden calf, a god, and with good reason. The Prince created Cassius, and he made Cassius so that he would be unfalteringly loyal to him. Cassius cannot disobey the prince, think ill thoughts of him, or lose faith, fealty, or love toward him. He’s a perfect servant, even if his infatuation (of a purely non-romantic or sexual sense) is utterly absurd. Everything he does is for the prince.
…with Tavarius; He views him as competition. Tavarius is the Prince’s adviser, while Cassius a mere servant. He’s mistrustful of Tavarius, believing him to be a traitor and not truly loyal to The Prince. He doesn’t like him, and he doesn’t like that Tavarius shadows him. But Tavarius is the only person willing to be truly kind to him, so, although he has no real positive feelings toward him, Cassius doesn’t mind his company on occasion, and will accept the willing ear/shoulder given to him when he needs it.
…with Filth; He looks down on him, a lowly servant who the Prince does not often pay attention to. Cassius acts snobbish and arrogant around Filth, constantly belittling him and flaunting the fact that his rank is higher. His thoughts toward Filth are very much the same as a noble lord might think of a peasant.
Filth;
…with the Prince; Oooh, he doesn’t like him. Not one bit. The Prince is a constant irritant, whose attention Filth does not want. He is provided with a roof over his head and food in his belly, though, so, despite his unwillingness to act subservient to such a petulant person, Filth wouldn’t betray the Prince. At least, not unless he received a better offer. He’s obedient to a fault, but lacking loyalty.
…with Tavarius; Filth dislikes Tavarius’ suspicions of him (most likely due to the fact that they’re correct), and is wary of his intentions. Tavarius is like a constant threat, one that Filth would much prefer to avoid…or remove all together. In the beginning, during their first years of servitude, Filth had admired Tavarius and wished for a friendship between them…but Tavarius developed loyalty while Filth did not, thus a friendship could not form. Although they’re most likely to attempt to kill the other whilst they’re sleeping, Tavarius and Filth can carry on intelligent conversations, and, if an outsider were to look in upon them, they might seem to be the likeness of comrades.
…with Cassius; Filth can respect Tavarius, and does. But Cassius is an entirely different manner. The fact that he is constantly belittled by the other has forced Filth into harboring some rather violent thoughts toward Cassius. He’d like nothing more than to rip his throat out. Filth avoids Cassius as much as possible, and thinks very little of him and his inability to act without the Prince’s command or approval.
Poses/Scene;
I’d like them all to be lounging about a comfortable little array of couches…sort of like those Greek (or is it Roman) company rooms. Tavarius should be stretched out over one, not quite laying, with Cassius seated on the floor or on a cushion-type thing beside him. Filth should be across from Tavarius, hunched over in a chair with face turned away from both of them, a sneer and look of disgust/distaste on his face. His fingers should be laced together, propping up his chin, with elbows digging into thighs/knees.
If you can do it, I’d really like to have Tavarius making another cut through Cassius’ lips, knife in hand (with a handle made of ivory, perhaps shaped like a snake’s head). Cassius would be kneeling on the floor, looking up at him without fear in his eyes, almost…wanton or expectant, leaning into the knife, lips parted.
…but if you can’t do that, having them look as if they’re speaking is just as good.
Whoo! X3 If you believe those are worth more than the two breedings, feel free to request another, or some semi-customs or something.
Also, if you have any questions, or you need more details, feel free to inquire ^-^
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if they fit on the scanner XD (only really has her school art stuff, which is, on average, done on paper 2-3x the size of the scanner X3)