Post by iamlegend on Oct 4, 2011 3:35:01 GMT -6
OLIVER JOHN ROSS
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I HAD A HEART THEN BUT THE QUEEN
HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN
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civillian , nervous , awkward , bashful , easily lost , naive, careful[/center]
technical information !
canon being claimed: n/a
play by: andrew garfield
roleplayer: Just call me ollie for now c:- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -basic character info !
full name: oliver john ross.
nicknames: ollie, usually.
birthday & age: 18 years old ; january 1
birthplace & hometown/country: seattle, washington.
gender: male.
sexual orientation: heterosexual.
is character in school? yes ; a senior foreign exchange student at juban municipal high school- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -about the character !
likes:
- learning japanese
- reading and writing
- playing the guitar badly and singing along just as badly
- girls, although they make him nervous
- cats
- action movies
- doodling in the margins of papers
- soup
- train rides
- stupid puns
dislikes:
- getting lost, although it happens often
- being too cold
- being too hot
- how shy he gets around girls
- nature, e.g. bees, bugs, things that can bite him
- waking up early
- too much adventure
- people touching him
- sappy romcoms - he will complain the entire movie
- big giant dogs with pointy teeth
strengths:
weaknesses:
how does your character feel about the recent disappearances, attacks, and uneasy feelings throughout most of tokyo as of late?
personality:
history:
the roleplayer !
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]alright, enough about my character. my name is Ollie. i'm 18 years old, and i have been roleplaying for one year. i have no characters yet, and my favorite sailor moon character is sailor jupiter.
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roleplay sample!
Oliver bade a polite goodbye to his host mother, Ms. Oda, and stepped out the door. He had been in Japan for perhaps a week and was still lost - today, he had elected to buy groceries because he wanted to know where everything was. He didn't want to risk getting lost again. It was embarrassing enough when he called his host father at the train station and had to describe the characters on the sign because he couldn't quite read them. No, today he was sticking close to home, armed with a crude map and a bi-lingual list. Ms. Oda had written the English word first, followed by the corresponding word in Japanese so that Oliver wouldn't mess it up. As he walked, Oliver thanked his lucky stars that the host family he had been placed with was full of English teachers. Mr. Oda taught at the college, and was doing his best to help Oliver learn Japanese. It was slow going, but Oliver was a quick learner and had already expanded his vocabulary to include the phrase, "I am lost." It had come in handy several times already.
As he walked, Oliver checked the list again. He had no idea what half of the things on this list were - even in English, they looked strange: Natto, nigiri, umeboshi. Mrs. Oda had done her best to explain, using both heavily accented English and Japanese, but as Oliver headed into the store he was not confident in his ability to shop in a foreign language. Heading for the produce aisle, Oliver exhaled and wondered for the ninth time why his parents hadn't sent him to a country that spoke English.
Not that he minded that much, actually. It was tough to do things when you didn't understand half of what was said to you, but as leaves crunched under his shoes and the cold fall air bit at everything not covered up by his clothing, he decided that he was glad he had was here. There was something quietly wonderful about the place, and for a moment he paused and just stared at everything.
A sudden shout - a biker whizzed by, yelling - an apology? A complaint? Oliver wasn't quite sure, but the quickness of it made him jump back and lose his balance. He recovered, breathing hard at the shock. Straightening up and putting his hands back in his pockets, a chill went down his spine as he failed to find the grocery list or the map. Digging through every possible pocket he had, he felt his spirits sink even further. If he was one for swearing, he would have employed some choice words then and there, but it was still quiet and there were people around so he just put his hands back in his pockets and began walking back towards home, leaves crunching under his feet and his breath hanging in the air.
As he walked, Oliver checked the list again. He had no idea what half of the things on this list were - even in English, they looked strange: Natto, nigiri, umeboshi. Mrs. Oda had done her best to explain, using both heavily accented English and Japanese, but as Oliver headed into the store he was not confident in his ability to shop in a foreign language. Heading for the produce aisle, Oliver exhaled and wondered for the ninth time why his parents hadn't sent him to a country that spoke English.
Not that he minded that much, actually. It was tough to do things when you didn't understand half of what was said to you, but as leaves crunched under his shoes and the cold fall air bit at everything not covered up by his clothing, he decided that he was glad he had was here. There was something quietly wonderful about the place, and for a moment he paused and just stared at everything.
A sudden shout - a biker whizzed by, yelling - an apology? A complaint? Oliver wasn't quite sure, but the quickness of it made him jump back and lose his balance. He recovered, breathing hard at the shock. Straightening up and putting his hands back in his pockets, a chill went down his spine as he failed to find the grocery list or the map. Digging through every possible pocket he had, he felt his spirits sink even further. If he was one for swearing, he would have employed some choice words then and there, but it was still quiet and there were people around so he just put his hands back in his pockets and began walking back towards home, leaves crunching under his feet and his breath hanging in the air.
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credits !
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