Post by Louis on Jun 28, 2005 20:57:33 GMT -5
Yourself -
Name:
Mel. ^^
Your screen name & IM client: (If you're uncomfortable giving this out send an to us IM so that we can get in contact with you. Stump's SN: Vandaceswordshad. Please don't ask where the SN came from.)
(Screen Name Withdrawn)
Your RP Experience:
Countless boards, private roleplays
Your RP Strengths & Weaknesses:
V. descriptive, little dialouge.
Your Character -
Name:
Louis Andrew Beauregard Balthasaar de Lioncourte. Just call him Louis.
Age:
500 yrs.
Appearance:
Extremely long, lean, and lanky. Shoulder-length blonde curls, narrow almond-shaped eyes. 6 ft, 6 inches. Creamy white skin, perfectly manicured fingernails.
Personality:
Very introverted, impeccable manners.
Unusual Talents:
Louis is a big fan of the opera, and writes several of his own whenever he finds the time.
Why do you think your character would fit in?:
He is a very charming person. ^^
Where they are from? (Which world or region):
The rural hills of France
Audition with minimum of 5 sentences including one with Dialogue. You will be asked by at least one moderator for a live audition in a prompt and timely manner.
Only the pale light of the moon and the dimming streetlamps illuminated the walk near the Hideout. The air was thick with the humidity and promise of rain in the near future. There was the soft tap-tap-tap of a walking-stick against the street as a tall, lanky man with creamy white skin and long blonde curls tied back in a ponytail made his way up the street, the handle of the stick clasped in his slender, delicate hands. He seemed quite out of place in the modern city setting, clad in a red velvet jacket, lace collar, tight tan riding pants, and knee-high polished black riding boots. His narrow amethyst eyes glanced upward at the gathering clouds, and then at the place where he had heard about the Hideout. There was a glimmer of white as a pair of shining white foreteeth caught a glimpse of the moonlight before they disappeared behind thin white lips. "I suppose this is the place..." His long, delicate white hand grasped the doorknob and opened it, not quite sure what to expect...
Name:
Mel. ^^
Your screen name & IM client: (If you're uncomfortable giving this out send an to us IM so that we can get in contact with you. Stump's SN: Vandaceswordshad. Please don't ask where the SN came from.)
(Screen Name Withdrawn)
Your RP Experience:
Countless boards, private roleplays
Your RP Strengths & Weaknesses:
V. descriptive, little dialouge.
Your Character -
Name:
Louis Andrew Beauregard Balthasaar de Lioncourte. Just call him Louis.
Age:
500 yrs.
Appearance:
Extremely long, lean, and lanky. Shoulder-length blonde curls, narrow almond-shaped eyes. 6 ft, 6 inches. Creamy white skin, perfectly manicured fingernails.
Personality:
Very introverted, impeccable manners.
Unusual Talents:
Louis is a big fan of the opera, and writes several of his own whenever he finds the time.
Why do you think your character would fit in?:
He is a very charming person. ^^
Where they are from? (Which world or region):
The rural hills of France
Audition with minimum of 5 sentences including one with Dialogue. You will be asked by at least one moderator for a live audition in a prompt and timely manner.
Only the pale light of the moon and the dimming streetlamps illuminated the walk near the Hideout. The air was thick with the humidity and promise of rain in the near future. There was the soft tap-tap-tap of a walking-stick against the street as a tall, lanky man with creamy white skin and long blonde curls tied back in a ponytail made his way up the street, the handle of the stick clasped in his slender, delicate hands. He seemed quite out of place in the modern city setting, clad in a red velvet jacket, lace collar, tight tan riding pants, and knee-high polished black riding boots. His narrow amethyst eyes glanced upward at the gathering clouds, and then at the place where he had heard about the Hideout. There was a glimmer of white as a pair of shining white foreteeth caught a glimpse of the moonlight before they disappeared behind thin white lips. "I suppose this is the place..." His long, delicate white hand grasped the doorknob and opened it, not quite sure what to expect...