Post by Bear Keeni on Jan 9, 2011 16:05:50 GMT -5
[/font]BEARISHMAELKEENI!?
[/center]Hey! I go by Semper. I am one day older than yesterday and I'm loving it. I have been roleplaying for about four or five years and I don't plan on stopping any time soon. I have Semper Capone on this site and I think they're pretty amazing! If you want to contact me you can by PMing.
Name: Bear Ishmael Keeni
Nickname: Griz, but only by those who're very close to him
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Member Group: Demigod - son of Ares
Appearance:
Weight - 192 lbs
Height - 6'6
You know what? I really don't care how anyone views me when I say that I think I'm pretty decent looking; sure, I may not be Mr. Sexy, but I ain't white trash. I do feel quite superior over people simply because I'm 6'6, but who wouldn't? I can stare down a lot of people. I think it does quite a lot to intimidate people, but that's just me. My eyes, though most of the time. . . mysterious, if you will, are such a dark brown that sometimes the pupil almost blends in with the iris. "Piercing blue" and "vibrant green" are overrated. Seriously. And to go along with my dark eyes, I have black obsidian hair. The length of it -- cliche or not -- is to where it falls just over my eyes slightly. I can still see perfectly fine, you fool. Even though it's straight, the ends of it fray out and give me an unkempt look; maybe even a rugged look, if you see it that way. My teeth are a little funky shaped, but my canine teeth are perfectly fine. . . and they're the ones I really only care about.
Why is it that everyone wants to know about my build-slash-body type? Fine,
Personality: I'll just tell you right now, I'm not one to warm up to people easily. I don't even really like people -- but you'll hear about that later. Upon first approach, I can easily be taken for a cold, bitter ol' bastard who doesn't give a damn about anything. Partially, this is true; I often don't care what happens to anyone, so call me selfish if you want -- I don't care about your opinion. I'll flat-out tell you what I think, straight to your face. If I don't like you, I'll tell you; if I think you're wrong, I'll tell you, even if I soon figure our that I'm wrong -- I'm stubborn as an ass. And to continue along those lines, I don't like being bossed around. At all. I'm not your bitch, so don't even go there. And if I try bossing you around, I'll expect you to do it; but if you don't expect some icy stares or a few grumbling, cursing remarks. I won't exactly make you do what I say, seeing as I don't usually feel like it; and even if I did, I still wouldn't. By then, you'd probably just be a waste of my time.
And now for my favorite love of all time: human flesh. Believe it or not, I'm a cannibal. And I love it, which is why I also help out at the morgue a lot; and since it's a job that no one really likes, I can get plenty of good pickings by browsing the body boxes. Usually I'll just cut off some strips of flesh in spots that you wouldn't normally see at funerals and either stash them in a bag or simply eat it right then and there. This is my little secret, though, so don't go telling everybody. Besides, you don't want to find yourself being eaten alive in your sleep, do you now?
The only other thing I really have to say about myself is that I'm bisexual. I fancy both boys and girls alike. Why? Because I do. 'nuff said; you don't need to know every damn detail. But I must say, I tend to find boys a bit more. . . well, I'm not sure how to put it. I guess because it's more of a social taboo to like your own gender makes it more "adventurous", or even "forbidden", but it just makes it all the more fun. The ladies have their moments, yeah; they're a hell of a lot of fun. It's just so cliche, you know? I like to have a taste of both sides. However, I've been known to not stay in relationships that long. . . never really was a thing of mine.
Likes: Cannibalism, taunting his prey, cursing/swearing, one night stands, making jerky out of human flesh, making fun of others, storms, warm weather.
Dislikes: Goody two-shoe people, those who see the glass as half full, snow, positive speeches, getting caught, swimming.
Mother: Clary, 34,
Father: Ares, god of warfare
Siblings: A few step siblings, but they're off somewhere.
Pets: None
History: So. My mother was a bad ass prison guard at the McAllister prison in Oklahoma City; but guess what? Not only was she that, but she had a night shift as a prostitute. I guess that's how she ended up with my dad, the god Ares. I have no idea what the hell made him like her, but hey, one night stands are good for anyone.
So nine months after that night, bam!, I was born. A lovely story beginning, yeah? No. Since I was a demigod, my mother figured that she could make some money off of me once I was older. And sure enough, when she thought I was ready, she did something (no idea what, so don't bother asking) so that these ladies kept coming in the house late at nights. They were pretty damn nice looking ladies, mind you. My mother then would send me off with the lady into a room, and from there we got jiggy with things -- I kind of liked it. A lady would come every other night and the same thing would happen: I'd get put in a room with her and things would get heated. I figured out later that my mother was getting paid by these ladies just because I was a demigod. Well, doesn't that just spew motherly love all over the place? Pfft.
But after quite a long time with this "job", I wanted to try something different. So when a lady came over -- and my mother wasn't home -- I killed the woman. Romped around with her in the bed for a while before taking a knife and stabbing her many, many times. Ah, the coppery smell of blood was definately good. I cut her open and cut some flesh off and ate it. Ohhh, damn; can you say addiction? That stuff was good. I even tried roasting some and it was better than anything I had ever eaten.
I took as much meat off of her that I could before burying the body quickly in the nearby forest. My mother never suspected a thing, not even why there was blood stains on my bed. And when she wasn't home but a lady was over, I killed her and took out her flesh, saving it.
And now? Well, now I'm stuck at this damn school. I'll be out in no time, but still, I can't get away with eating people as easily. I'll just have to figure out some way.
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Roleplay Post
Coming to a stop outside the house, Dominic's lively green eyes searched the perimeter of the old building, trying to see if there was anywhere he could put all the wood as a holding place. It would need to be an easy-access area, but everything was beginning to get covered with snow. They needed the wood to be dry, so leaving it outside wouldn't be the best idea. He doubted they had a tarp anywhere, so he would just have to bring it all inside with the hopes that there weren't any little bugs that would bite them during the night.
After a few moments of difficulty, Dominic managed to open the door to the little house and knock the snow off his boots before entering. He first took in the small chunks of wood, setting them in an organized pile in one of the empty corners, then went to get the larger pieces. Shaking the snow off of them, he took the larger bits of wood and broke them, if he could, into smaller pieces and stacked them up so they could be taken without the threat of things falling over.
Once that was taken care of, Dominic scooped up some thin branches and broken-off bark, carefully making his way over to the fire place and setting them in. Hopefully the bark would catch fire easily since it was hardly damp.
The wood you got will only last you for so long... then what will happen when everything's too wet to set alight?
Just the thought of being forced to live without a fire in the dead of winter made the boy shiver, trying to chase the voice's comment. His gaze rested on the dull wood for a moment before he turned to Jana.
"You wouldn't happen to have a lighter, would you?"
He asked, voice wavering mostly as a result of being out in the cold. The voice had unsettle his mind, there was no doubt about that; but he silently was scolding himself for not getting any more wood during his outing. I couldn't have really carried anymore, though. Emerald green eyes glanced back at the stack of timber in the corner, criticizing it. Sure, it was a fairly decent pile, but he thought he could have gotten more. Then the threat of using it all up would be less.
"I think that maybe I should go get some more dry wood..."
Dominic's tone turned his statement more into a question as he transferred his gaze to Jana, wondering what she thought about the amount of wood.
After a few moments of difficulty, Dominic managed to open the door to the little house and knock the snow off his boots before entering. He first took in the small chunks of wood, setting them in an organized pile in one of the empty corners, then went to get the larger pieces. Shaking the snow off of them, he took the larger bits of wood and broke them, if he could, into smaller pieces and stacked them up so they could be taken without the threat of things falling over.
Once that was taken care of, Dominic scooped up some thin branches and broken-off bark, carefully making his way over to the fire place and setting them in. Hopefully the bark would catch fire easily since it was hardly damp.
The wood you got will only last you for so long... then what will happen when everything's too wet to set alight?
Just the thought of being forced to live without a fire in the dead of winter made the boy shiver, trying to chase the voice's comment. His gaze rested on the dull wood for a moment before he turned to Jana.
"You wouldn't happen to have a lighter, would you?"
He asked, voice wavering mostly as a result of being out in the cold. The voice had unsettle his mind, there was no doubt about that; but he silently was scolding himself for not getting any more wood during his outing. I couldn't have really carried anymore, though. Emerald green eyes glanced back at the stack of timber in the corner, criticizing it. Sure, it was a fairly decent pile, but he thought he could have gotten more. Then the threat of using it all up would be less.
"I think that maybe I should go get some more dry wood..."
Dominic's tone turned his statement more into a question as he transferred his gaze to Jana, wondering what she thought about the amount of wood.
