Timothy(Ink's First Character)

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let's go over the BASICS

Full Registered Name: Timothy Ericson Rikkaby
Age: 11
Gender: Male
Faceclaim: Orlando Bloom(But only the particular picture above; it's the closest I could find)
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form: Manchester Terrier
Height: 27.6” (shoulder)
Weight: 6.8 lbs
Abnormal Marking: None

hey let's talk about your FAMILY

Mother -
Full Name: Emmily Rosa Rikkaby
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Feline(Commoner)
Career: Merchant

Father -
Full Name: Eric Leon Rikkaby
Birth Rank: Commoner
Birth Form Category: Canine(Commoner)
Career: Metalsmith

now, now, more about YOU

Strengths:

+ Curious
+ High stamina
+ Hiding
+ Examining
+ Riddles/Puzzles

Weaknesses:

- Thin little noodle boy=Not so strong
- Unconfident
- Sometimes too curious
- Not good at listening to long speeches/lectures/etc.
- Navigation(do not lose him in a forest)

Personality:

Timothy is generally quiet, shy, and rather aloof. However, he has a soft spot for animals of any kind, with the quite possible exception of large spiders, which freak him out. He is curious and always willing to learn, and thus always sticking his nose in books, much to the displeasure of his father. Tim tends to overstretch the truth and turn little things into big things, but he is otherwise honest. Among his favorite hobbies are reading, sketching whatever goes on outside his window, walking around town for no apparent reason, and birdwatching. He has aspirations of being a knight, but even he knows he's rather too small for the job. He can be a good liar, but hates to do so. He values common sense and smarts above alot of other traits, and greatly prefers brains over brawn. He would like to write short stories about his alter ego, a knight of the Royal Family's Court, but his father would much prefer he helps around the forge.

Appearance:(I just want to point out that the picture atop this post is more of a "glimpse of the future")

Tim is known for being very slim and slightly taller than your average eleven year-old. He has medium-short hair(similar to the picture), dark brownish-black eyes, and very long legs. His arms are very thin, and he has small hands, more like his mom than his father. As mentioned, he is somewhat thinner than average, weighing in at least ten lbs. lighter than the average eleven-going-on-twelve year-old. His facial features remain essentially the same as the photo, except thinner and slightly less masculene. Despite his noodly body, his father still tries to make him help out around the forge, so he isn't a total weakling. However, this does not necessarily mean he will win in a fight; in all probability, he will most likely lose. His eyes have a roundish shape, have very tiny flecks of lighter shades of brown around the outer edges of the iris. He wears cloth shirt-type things, usually green or off-white, under a cracked leather vest and a pair of tanned hide pants, as well as fur boots.

History:(This will be updated as he ages and whatnot)
When he was little(As in, around four or five), he got lost wandering through town. Eventually, he was found trying to get into a closed library, wondering why the door just wouldn't open. He learned to read books a bit before he turned four. For a while, he couldn't really write well, and this lasted untill he turned six. (Yes, I know this isn't much, but he's not even a teenager yet; It's also my first actual character younger than fourteen)



end it with the WRITER

Your Name: My real first name is Kara, but I greatly prefer being called either Inked, Inky, Ink, or Dragon.
Who Told You About ST?: I beleive it was the creator of the site.
Role Playing For How Long?: A few years, now. I'm tons better now than I was at first.
Activity Level: I'll try to be on every day.
Role Play Sample:(I hope this doesn't have to be using the character I just made; otherwise, I'll edit this)
Maven was sneaking through the alleys of sleeping town, easily hidden in her darkened leather armor. It was fairly light and quite noiseless, even when she performed forward rolls across the gaps between houses. Her contract was not far away, and he was almost certain to be sleeping away at this hour, for it was almost midnight, after all. Soon, she spotted her quarry's dwellings, a simple-looking, plain, and utterly normal and boring home, common of the area. But there was a distinction; the streetlamp nearby had a red ribbon tied 'round it, just as her contract description ordered.

Picking the lock easily, using her years of skill at the talent, easing open the door into the quiet, dark entryway. As she crept forward, remaining in a crouch, she pulled out a sharp new dagger she'd been given by her employers, the Dark Brotherhood. This was an easy contract indeed, she saw, for the target was laying passed out on the ground from a certainly larger amount of mead than should ever be consumed in one night. A smirk spread across her mouth, despite being covered by the bandana tied around the lower half of her face. As she stood over the target, she almost laughed aloud at how easily this was about to be finished. Her dagger glinted in the moonlight that filtered through gaps in the cheap wooden ceiling, being raised in preperation for the final cut. With seemingly effortless precision, the short yet sharp and wicked blade met its mark at the throat of the man, slicing his juggular and silencing any sort of call for help he may have attempted.

As the scarlet spray stained the floor and the wall to his left, Maven pulled out a yellowed and cracked peice of parchment paper. Placing a hand in the pool of blood that now began to form, she then lay the paper flat on a table and pressed her hand onto it. This was, as all knew, the mark of the infamous Dark Brotherhood. And all the better, nobody would be able to find the culprit, for nobody knew where the Brotherhood dwelled, rumored to be in a thousand different places, under cities, in deep woodlands, in secret tunnels leading from sewer systems. But not a one was for certain. The assassin thus left much the way she had arrived, sneaking between houses and then slipping out the gates of the city, slipping away into the shadows of the night.