Post by Silver on Aug 6, 2008 21:42:35 GMT
Name: Frick Ilya Harris
Alias: Nope
Age: 25
Birthday: Feburary 26th
Subject: Chemistry
Other Activities: Nothing
Race: Frick is a mix. He's three-quarters Warlock, and one quarter shape-shifter
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: The first thing anyone notices about Frick is... his height. He is rediculously tall and towers over most people. He's 6'5" tall when he stands straight. When he slouches, which he does in relaxed company, he's 6'3". With his height he's lean, but broad shouldered. He has a fair complexion and an angular face with bright yellow eyes. On his forehead he has a set of four small horns which are remanants from his Warlock roots. These horns are dark grey, they drop off once a year in a painful regular exercise that Frick dreads called shedding season. And whenever Frick is excited (emotionally, sexually, in any situation) they become slightly redder at the base. His horns are quite important for his powers too as they keep his powers in check. When his horns drop off, its not unusual for Frick to sport a black collar with five large turquoise gems embedded in the collar, which acts as a release for his powers.
He has long hair, down to his waist which is pale brown, and bright red at the bottom. A natural tint from his shape-shifter side. Usually he wears this down in relaxed company, or in a ponytail. When teaching he wears it in a braid. He wears black rimmed square glasses when reading or doing close work on a computer; and prefers to dress in a smart/casual manner. Mixing a suit with converse trainers. He really hates being overly smart, and loathes tuxes, preferring to call them pengiun suits. When he's reading or working on models, or his eyes get tired, Frick can often be seen to wear thick, black rimmed, square glasses.
Image: Will upload link later~
Personality: Frick is generally quite easy to get on with. He doesn't like confrontation much, so tries his utmost to be on everyone's side when a disagreement arises. He's polite and generally quite good-natured towards everyone, or at least tries to be. Its quite hard to get under his skin, but sometimes it does happen.
The only time Frick is liable to loose his temper is when his horns have dropped off or are in the process of shedding. Its a painful time and Frick's usually mild temper becomes frayed to its limit, and the simplist thing can make him snap. He tries not to become annoyed at this time, but its extremely easy, and he generally apologises for his off-ness once his horns have regrown and he's back to normal.
Most of the time Frick is approachable, and happy to talk to anyone about anything. He loves to talk about theology and debates. And he's always open to give his opinion about something if someone asks. He just hates when people can't take his opinion, if it isn't what they want to hear, without getting offended.
Greatest Fear: Getting his heart broken again.
Most Important Secret: That he sometimes re-enacts epic battles with his fingers in shapeshifted forms. He'd be mortified if anyone ever found out.
Character Background: Frick’s family is a rather large extended group of Warlocks. Warlocks are capable of hiding in and among humans. This was a little more difficult for Frick due to having horns. These horns are a side-effect of his mixed blood. His great=great- grandmother was a shape-shifter, and her genes had gradually become watered down through generations. Frick’s father has small spikes on his hands and arms, and Frick gained horns. It is likely that any off-spring Frick has will have similar side effects, but they may not be so obvious.
Frick’s childhood was a calm and happy one. His family loved him and he was given as many advantages as possible. At a young age it was noticed that Frick was extremely bright. He was reading small print books by the age of five, who spell long words by the age of seven, and was writing long stories by the age of eight. His family embraced having a genius in the family, and he was challenged a fair bit as he grew up. He had a huge thirst of knowledge, which occasionally landed him in hot water. He discovered how to make explosives out of general household items, and took a lot of fun in blowing trees and bushes up of his neighbours. When this started, Frick’s mother took a stand and started to direct his slightly worryingly aggressive behaviour in a more creative way. She bought him models of soldiers and battles, and used to help him re-enact fights from history, something he continues to do in his adult life.
Though Frick never went to University, he still got what was basically a university education from his grandfather who had been a lecturer in his younger years. Frick gained his love of chemistry from his grandfather, and it was through him Frick met Arila.
Arila was the grand daughter of one of Frick’s grandfather’s ex-students. She used to visit with the ex-student and on a chance meeting, she and Frick spent some time together. At the time Frick’s horns had dropped off and he had taken to wearing a beanie to hide the large disfigurement which decorated his head for the two weeks of the year. They hit it off, and were soon inseperable, dating, and soon moved in together.
By the time Frick was twenty-five she and Arila had been together for four years. His family were always asking about when they would tie the knot, and Frick was considering it all the time. But he had not yet explained what he really was. She had seen his horns and he’d simply passed them off as a growth. Not wanting to lie any longer he came clean about his origins and showed her everything. Her reaction was less than enthusiastic, in fact she freaked out and ordered him to leave. Frick’s heart was broken; and he looked for solace in a new lease of life.
He left home, hoping to start afresh somewhere else. He heard about the position at Kosaka, went for it and got it. He left, and hasn’t looked back since.
Powers: Shape-shifting: Frick is able to shape shift parts of his body. He can only shift one part of him at a time, and cannot fully shift himself. He cannot make things bigger when he shifts, only smaller, and only for short amounts of time. He finds shifting painful in general, so prefers not to do it.
Fire fingers: Due to his warlock roots, Frick is a talented flame wielder. He can ignite his fingertips and shoots darts of flame at anyone who attacks him. They can stay the same size, accumulate into one, or can grow as they move through the air. This isn’t something Frick can turn off, often his fingertips are quite hot, and if he’s not careful, he can singe items, like tables, chairs and clothes.
Poison Clouds: When concentrating his energies, Frick is able to engulf others in a toxic cloud. As it is an air mass, it is likely to back fire on himself and anyone else the cloud isn’t directed to. So Frick doesn’t often like to use this ability.
Skills: Models: Frick likes to create, make and paint models. He rather good at it, and it relaxes him when he’s had a long day. Its his main passion, beyond reading.
Keyword:[/b] mannen
Sample RP - Outside of Class: "Oh crap-!" The rest of Frick's curse was cut short as his tripped and fell face first into the corner of his dresser. He swore this time more colourfully and rubbed his head, annoyed to find blood lingering on his fingers. "If its not my horns, its something else." He sighed and opened one of the drawers, fishing around for something to stop the bleeding for the moment.
As he rumaged he came across a small velvet box which cause his search to pause. He reached for it and opened the item on its hinges. Embedded in the cushion was a small silver ring decorated with three solitare cut diamonds. The ring was to small for any of his fingers. It would fit a woman's hand perfectly though.
"Huh." Frick closed the box and tossed it to one side. "Don't even know why I brought that thing with me." He continued to rumage and stumbled upon some bandage he had used before to cover a burn. He slammed the drawer closed, ignoring the box and continuing along to nurse the cut on his head.
"damn thing belongs in the past." He dabbed at the cut, unsurprised to find that it didn't bleed too much. He could just leave it after the bleeding had stopped and it would heal on its own. He was tempted to find Nimah and request her to heal it.... but it was a tiny cut - it hardly seemed worth the trouble he would have to go to to find the flighty Angel.
Flopping back in a chair he rumbled quietly in his throat, reaching for a book. He noted the door was open. He could have got up to close it, but that would take effort, and he currently felt deflated, and couldn't be bothered. Besides, with the door open there was the chance someone would come along.
Sample Class Starter: “Put that down!” Frick yelled across the class. The student in question seemed a little hard of hearing and was still waving the ten centimetre strip of Magnesium dangerously close to the lit bunsen burner.
Frick crossed the classroom in style, narrowly avoiding slipping on the freshly washed floor. As he reached the idiot student, the Magnesium ignited, filling the classroom with a bright, blinding light. There were yelps and groans from other students in the classroom, including the boy who had been waving the chemical.
Shielding his own eyes my clamping his eyes shut, Frick wrapped his hands around the boy’s eyes, and his partner’s eyes. “Everyone! Keep your eyes closed as much as possible and don’t look directly at the light!” He said loudly, “this is as gooder time as any to show you this is the reaction of magnesium and open flame!”
Alias: Nope
Age: 25
Birthday: Feburary 26th
Subject: Chemistry
Other Activities: Nothing
Race: Frick is a mix. He's three-quarters Warlock, and one quarter shape-shifter
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Appearance: The first thing anyone notices about Frick is... his height. He is rediculously tall and towers over most people. He's 6'5" tall when he stands straight. When he slouches, which he does in relaxed company, he's 6'3". With his height he's lean, but broad shouldered. He has a fair complexion and an angular face with bright yellow eyes. On his forehead he has a set of four small horns which are remanants from his Warlock roots. These horns are dark grey, they drop off once a year in a painful regular exercise that Frick dreads called shedding season. And whenever Frick is excited (emotionally, sexually, in any situation) they become slightly redder at the base. His horns are quite important for his powers too as they keep his powers in check. When his horns drop off, its not unusual for Frick to sport a black collar with five large turquoise gems embedded in the collar, which acts as a release for his powers.
He has long hair, down to his waist which is pale brown, and bright red at the bottom. A natural tint from his shape-shifter side. Usually he wears this down in relaxed company, or in a ponytail. When teaching he wears it in a braid. He wears black rimmed square glasses when reading or doing close work on a computer; and prefers to dress in a smart/casual manner. Mixing a suit with converse trainers. He really hates being overly smart, and loathes tuxes, preferring to call them pengiun suits. When he's reading or working on models, or his eyes get tired, Frick can often be seen to wear thick, black rimmed, square glasses.
Image: Will upload link later~
Personality: Frick is generally quite easy to get on with. He doesn't like confrontation much, so tries his utmost to be on everyone's side when a disagreement arises. He's polite and generally quite good-natured towards everyone, or at least tries to be. Its quite hard to get under his skin, but sometimes it does happen.
The only time Frick is liable to loose his temper is when his horns have dropped off or are in the process of shedding. Its a painful time and Frick's usually mild temper becomes frayed to its limit, and the simplist thing can make him snap. He tries not to become annoyed at this time, but its extremely easy, and he generally apologises for his off-ness once his horns have regrown and he's back to normal.
Most of the time Frick is approachable, and happy to talk to anyone about anything. He loves to talk about theology and debates. And he's always open to give his opinion about something if someone asks. He just hates when people can't take his opinion, if it isn't what they want to hear, without getting offended.
Greatest Fear: Getting his heart broken again.
Most Important Secret: That he sometimes re-enacts epic battles with his fingers in shapeshifted forms. He'd be mortified if anyone ever found out.
Character Background: Frick’s family is a rather large extended group of Warlocks. Warlocks are capable of hiding in and among humans. This was a little more difficult for Frick due to having horns. These horns are a side-effect of his mixed blood. His great=great- grandmother was a shape-shifter, and her genes had gradually become watered down through generations. Frick’s father has small spikes on his hands and arms, and Frick gained horns. It is likely that any off-spring Frick has will have similar side effects, but they may not be so obvious.
Frick’s childhood was a calm and happy one. His family loved him and he was given as many advantages as possible. At a young age it was noticed that Frick was extremely bright. He was reading small print books by the age of five, who spell long words by the age of seven, and was writing long stories by the age of eight. His family embraced having a genius in the family, and he was challenged a fair bit as he grew up. He had a huge thirst of knowledge, which occasionally landed him in hot water. He discovered how to make explosives out of general household items, and took a lot of fun in blowing trees and bushes up of his neighbours. When this started, Frick’s mother took a stand and started to direct his slightly worryingly aggressive behaviour in a more creative way. She bought him models of soldiers and battles, and used to help him re-enact fights from history, something he continues to do in his adult life.
Though Frick never went to University, he still got what was basically a university education from his grandfather who had been a lecturer in his younger years. Frick gained his love of chemistry from his grandfather, and it was through him Frick met Arila.
Arila was the grand daughter of one of Frick’s grandfather’s ex-students. She used to visit with the ex-student and on a chance meeting, she and Frick spent some time together. At the time Frick’s horns had dropped off and he had taken to wearing a beanie to hide the large disfigurement which decorated his head for the two weeks of the year. They hit it off, and were soon inseperable, dating, and soon moved in together.
By the time Frick was twenty-five she and Arila had been together for four years. His family were always asking about when they would tie the knot, and Frick was considering it all the time. But he had not yet explained what he really was. She had seen his horns and he’d simply passed them off as a growth. Not wanting to lie any longer he came clean about his origins and showed her everything. Her reaction was less than enthusiastic, in fact she freaked out and ordered him to leave. Frick’s heart was broken; and he looked for solace in a new lease of life.
He left home, hoping to start afresh somewhere else. He heard about the position at Kosaka, went for it and got it. He left, and hasn’t looked back since.
Powers: Shape-shifting: Frick is able to shape shift parts of his body. He can only shift one part of him at a time, and cannot fully shift himself. He cannot make things bigger when he shifts, only smaller, and only for short amounts of time. He finds shifting painful in general, so prefers not to do it.
Fire fingers: Due to his warlock roots, Frick is a talented flame wielder. He can ignite his fingertips and shoots darts of flame at anyone who attacks him. They can stay the same size, accumulate into one, or can grow as they move through the air. This isn’t something Frick can turn off, often his fingertips are quite hot, and if he’s not careful, he can singe items, like tables, chairs and clothes.
Poison Clouds: When concentrating his energies, Frick is able to engulf others in a toxic cloud. As it is an air mass, it is likely to back fire on himself and anyone else the cloud isn’t directed to. So Frick doesn’t often like to use this ability.
Skills: Models: Frick likes to create, make and paint models. He rather good at it, and it relaxes him when he’s had a long day. Its his main passion, beyond reading.
Keyword:[/b] mannen
Sample RP - Outside of Class: "Oh crap-!" The rest of Frick's curse was cut short as his tripped and fell face first into the corner of his dresser. He swore this time more colourfully and rubbed his head, annoyed to find blood lingering on his fingers. "If its not my horns, its something else." He sighed and opened one of the drawers, fishing around for something to stop the bleeding for the moment.
As he rumaged he came across a small velvet box which cause his search to pause. He reached for it and opened the item on its hinges. Embedded in the cushion was a small silver ring decorated with three solitare cut diamonds. The ring was to small for any of his fingers. It would fit a woman's hand perfectly though.
"Huh." Frick closed the box and tossed it to one side. "Don't even know why I brought that thing with me." He continued to rumage and stumbled upon some bandage he had used before to cover a burn. He slammed the drawer closed, ignoring the box and continuing along to nurse the cut on his head.
"damn thing belongs in the past." He dabbed at the cut, unsurprised to find that it didn't bleed too much. He could just leave it after the bleeding had stopped and it would heal on its own. He was tempted to find Nimah and request her to heal it.... but it was a tiny cut - it hardly seemed worth the trouble he would have to go to to find the flighty Angel.
Flopping back in a chair he rumbled quietly in his throat, reaching for a book. He noted the door was open. He could have got up to close it, but that would take effort, and he currently felt deflated, and couldn't be bothered. Besides, with the door open there was the chance someone would come along.
Sample Class Starter: “Put that down!” Frick yelled across the class. The student in question seemed a little hard of hearing and was still waving the ten centimetre strip of Magnesium dangerously close to the lit bunsen burner.
Frick crossed the classroom in style, narrowly avoiding slipping on the freshly washed floor. As he reached the idiot student, the Magnesium ignited, filling the classroom with a bright, blinding light. There were yelps and groans from other students in the classroom, including the boy who had been waving the chemical.
Shielding his own eyes my clamping his eyes shut, Frick wrapped his hands around the boy’s eyes, and his partner’s eyes. “Everyone! Keep your eyes closed as much as possible and don’t look directly at the light!” He said loudly, “this is as gooder time as any to show you this is the reaction of magnesium and open flame!”
