Post by Nox Somnus on May 3, 2011 18:39:23 GMT -5
Name: I go by JerroHekkai in the chat box. (This character's name will be Nox Somnus)
New or Old: I have three other characters/account here. Jerro Hekkai, obviously; Kyno Rontu, a Breeder; and then Nekrus Xerron Vularo, a Trainer. (Jerro is a member of The Emperor's House, by the way)
Experience: I've been Role Playing between three and four years now, and have definitely gotten better with my skill since I started. (I used to be the worst writer on the planet, no lie.) I would say that I'm somewhere in the Intermediate Range, although I believe that I'm a terrible judge of myself... (My posts usually span anywhere from two paragraphs up to nine or ten, on some websites I've RPed on)
Why you: I've never made or RPed as a Canon Character before. It wasn't for lack of trying... well, actually, it was. I just never felt creating a Canon character on any RPing Site. However, I do believe that if I get accepted for this position, I'll do the job nicely. Precision is everything, after all... kind of.
RP Sample:
Aggravation. Incredible aggravation. That was what Nox felt as he stared at the sculpture before him, made completely of marble. He'd been working on it for several months now, and it was finally nearing completion. At least, it had been, before he'd accidently broken off a chunk of the sculpture's shoulder. Before, it had been of a hooded man, head not visible beneath a hood, also made of marble. Now, it was of a hooded man that was missing a large piece of his shoulder. Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Nox picked up what pieces of the shoulder he could find and attempted to piece them back together on one of his various work tables set up around the room. He managed to put most of it back together, and then he used a paste to keep the piece in one piece.
Grinning in triumph, he moved to paste the shoulder back onto the sculpture. However, before he could, it shattered in his hands once more. That was it! With a raging roar, he moved over to the sculpture and pushed it, causing it to topple to the ground and shatter into hundreds of pieces that then shot off across the room. One piece flew up and struck Nox in the head, sending him reeling back. This only angered him more, though, and so he picked up his hammer and chucked it across the room, where it broke through the wall and jammed inside of it. He gripped the edge of one of the work tables and then shoved it over, sending every piece of equipment that had been on it skittering across the floor. His body shuttered in anger, and so he turned and moved over to the closet. Inside, he kept a miniature pick for more detailed work. He opened the closest door, reached inside, and brought the pick out.
"This was a waste of time!" raged Nox. He spun and chucked the pick at one of his older sculptures, one he considered to be one of his greatest accomplishments. He hadn't been meaning to hit that one, but he had. In response to his own mistake, he cried out a stream of expletives that could no doubt be heard throughout the entire compound, and then spun and continued to trash the room. Finally, once his anger had been spent, he opened the door into the hallway, slammed it behind him, and then slid down to the floor against the wall, rubbing his temples as he did. He'd just destroyed over a year's worth of work, not to mention wrecked his work room and damaged over half of his tools while using some as weapons of destruction on everything else. That would take quite a while to fix and repair. It would also cost quite a bit of money. Which meant he'd be stuck grinding his way through quite a bit of time. Sculpting was his side job only, though, used to get extra money when he needed it, so that he could be more successful with his real job.
"I wonder what my colleagues within The Order would think if they had seen that..." muttered Nox. A wry smile spread across his face. He was the Head Snatcher for The Order. He dealt with everything that had to do with collecting Pokemon for beginners and those who weren't. It was simply, really. He caught the Pokemon in the wild, or... Or, he stole them from Trainers. That was the fun part, though. The part he looked forward to. Now, he wouldn't be able to afford everything that he needed for doing the things that he did. Without the proper funds, everything fell apart. At least, everything that involved stealing. That was the whole point of stealing things, usually. Getting something valuable, be it money or Pokemon. It was the same thing in the end.
"I guess I should call for some help to get this place cleaned up. I'm not gonna be able to do this thing on my own..." sighed Nox. He stood and then took out his cell phone. Holding down the 1, his speed dial took him to the Professional Services HQ. As someone picked up, he immediately gave them his request. He ended by giving them his address and then hanging up once they told him they'd be there within the hour. He sighed and opened the door that led back into his work room, where the dust had finally settled. He gave a little grin at his own handiwork. Although it was horrible what had happened to his studio in his sudden fit of rage, he had to admit, it looked kind of beautiful, the way everything sat, still and silent, the dust beginning to collect everywhere once again. He sighed and then began the cleaning process. It had to get started eventually.
New or Old: I have three other characters/account here. Jerro Hekkai, obviously; Kyno Rontu, a Breeder; and then Nekrus Xerron Vularo, a Trainer. (Jerro is a member of The Emperor's House, by the way)
Experience: I've been Role Playing between three and four years now, and have definitely gotten better with my skill since I started. (I used to be the worst writer on the planet, no lie.) I would say that I'm somewhere in the Intermediate Range, although I believe that I'm a terrible judge of myself... (My posts usually span anywhere from two paragraphs up to nine or ten, on some websites I've RPed on)
Why you: I've never made or RPed as a Canon Character before. It wasn't for lack of trying... well, actually, it was. I just never felt creating a Canon character on any RPing Site. However, I do believe that if I get accepted for this position, I'll do the job nicely. Precision is everything, after all... kind of.
RP Sample:
Aggravation. Incredible aggravation. That was what Nox felt as he stared at the sculpture before him, made completely of marble. He'd been working on it for several months now, and it was finally nearing completion. At least, it had been, before he'd accidently broken off a chunk of the sculpture's shoulder. Before, it had been of a hooded man, head not visible beneath a hood, also made of marble. Now, it was of a hooded man that was missing a large piece of his shoulder. Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Nox picked up what pieces of the shoulder he could find and attempted to piece them back together on one of his various work tables set up around the room. He managed to put most of it back together, and then he used a paste to keep the piece in one piece.
Grinning in triumph, he moved to paste the shoulder back onto the sculpture. However, before he could, it shattered in his hands once more. That was it! With a raging roar, he moved over to the sculpture and pushed it, causing it to topple to the ground and shatter into hundreds of pieces that then shot off across the room. One piece flew up and struck Nox in the head, sending him reeling back. This only angered him more, though, and so he picked up his hammer and chucked it across the room, where it broke through the wall and jammed inside of it. He gripped the edge of one of the work tables and then shoved it over, sending every piece of equipment that had been on it skittering across the floor. His body shuttered in anger, and so he turned and moved over to the closet. Inside, he kept a miniature pick for more detailed work. He opened the closest door, reached inside, and brought the pick out.
"This was a waste of time!" raged Nox. He spun and chucked the pick at one of his older sculptures, one he considered to be one of his greatest accomplishments. He hadn't been meaning to hit that one, but he had. In response to his own mistake, he cried out a stream of expletives that could no doubt be heard throughout the entire compound, and then spun and continued to trash the room. Finally, once his anger had been spent, he opened the door into the hallway, slammed it behind him, and then slid down to the floor against the wall, rubbing his temples as he did. He'd just destroyed over a year's worth of work, not to mention wrecked his work room and damaged over half of his tools while using some as weapons of destruction on everything else. That would take quite a while to fix and repair. It would also cost quite a bit of money. Which meant he'd be stuck grinding his way through quite a bit of time. Sculpting was his side job only, though, used to get extra money when he needed it, so that he could be more successful with his real job.
"I wonder what my colleagues within The Order would think if they had seen that..." muttered Nox. A wry smile spread across his face. He was the Head Snatcher for The Order. He dealt with everything that had to do with collecting Pokemon for beginners and those who weren't. It was simply, really. He caught the Pokemon in the wild, or... Or, he stole them from Trainers. That was the fun part, though. The part he looked forward to. Now, he wouldn't be able to afford everything that he needed for doing the things that he did. Without the proper funds, everything fell apart. At least, everything that involved stealing. That was the whole point of stealing things, usually. Getting something valuable, be it money or Pokemon. It was the same thing in the end.
"I guess I should call for some help to get this place cleaned up. I'm not gonna be able to do this thing on my own..." sighed Nox. He stood and then took out his cell phone. Holding down the 1, his speed dial took him to the Professional Services HQ. As someone picked up, he immediately gave them his request. He ended by giving them his address and then hanging up once they told him they'd be there within the hour. He sighed and opened the door that led back into his work room, where the dust had finally settled. He gave a little grin at his own handiwork. Although it was horrible what had happened to his studio in his sudden fit of rage, he had to admit, it looked kind of beautiful, the way everything sat, still and silent, the dust beginning to collect everywhere once again. He sighed and then began the cleaning process. It had to get started eventually.
