Post by emery sinclair. on Oct 28, 2007 15:01:18 GMT -5
STATUS Finished
SILLY MORTAL
NAME Tilt
GENDER Male
CONTACT PM or email, Oni_Monogatari@yahoo.com
EXPERIENCE Enough.
HOW'D YOU FIND US Random board-surfing.
TIME ZONE Pacific.
THE MONSTER WITHIN
NAME Emery Sinclair
AGE 24
GENDER Male
SPECIES Weretiger
SEXUALITY Putting the the ‘mo in ‘homosexual’ since 1967.
SUPERNATURAL FREAK
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Most people can tell right away where Sinclair’s racial origins lie just by looking at him. As most lycanthropes who spend most of their time in animal form, he retains his formidable-looking eyes, which are a clear, elegant cornflower blue, in humanoid shape, and just has an air of slow watchfulness about him, a trait that is exclusive to tigers, it seems. While he is of normal size and build for a man his age, neither barrel-chested or thin but rather solid, it is undeniable that Sinclair is possessing of a presence that makes him look larger, even to an onlooker from far away. Even simply standing immobile, Sinclair exudes a message of power to anyone in his general vicinity, and makes every movement of his slow, pointed, and never without purpose. Hell, he doesn’t even turn his head when simply flicking his eyes is a suitable alternative, will only turn all the way around to face someone when absolutely no other option is available. He shouldn’t have to expend such energy on anything less, Sinclair will say time and time again. Each action of this tiger’s is a premeditated affair, a cool labor, something that he uses to bolster his image as top dog around the place (or, as the case is, top cat). Now, sometimes this does make him look a little lazy to people who are used to his molasses-slow habits, but years of indifference, subtle practice, and genuine ennui have made him immune to coming off as a slob, and instead, his efforts have given him the ability to almost dazzle people who aren’t used to such a cultured, such an underlying, stolid sort of atmosphere.
Being a little more taken-care-of financially than most people (and by ‘a little more,’ he means ‘really fucking’), Sinclair actually prefers comfort over expense, but doesn’t mind donning some tailor-made haute couture pieces when he’s going out into the world. Unless he has some prior engagement, though, it’s slacks and long belted coats (so he doesn‘t have to worry about what he‘s wearing under the coat, of course), which serve as his fur-substitute when he’s in his human form. The more weight he packs onto himself, the more at ease he feels — walking around in a suit of furry armor ninety-percent of his day, after all, makes one used to moving with an extra amount of weight. This is partly why he moves so slowly, with such focus and purpose, although he’d rather chalk it up to his naturally composed personality. Hah. As if. In any case, keeping up his appearance is on the top of his list, at least when he’s in front of his daughter, so if he comes off as synthetic, or trying too hard, then you’re a douche who needs to lighten up. True, he knows most of his appearance is just an exaggerated character of who he’d like to be, but he’s the first one to make fun of himself, of his overly theatrical appearance and pompous aura, even more of his erratic dressing habits. Well, he would be the first to make fun of himself, considering that most people wouldn’t dream of saying anything offensive to his face unless they knew him to at least a friendly degree that would allow them such familiarity.
As a lycanthrope, Sinclair loses none of his grace or power, standing much larger than a normal tiger at the height of about 5’2” at the withers, 280 pounds of pure, structured muscle on his frame. Yes, he’s white, but both his mother and father were normal Caspian tigers, as his blond-haired, blue-eyed daughter Lolita is now, golden-furred and banded sandy brown-black; it’s to be assumed that this incongruous coat color is out of a normal mutation, and he doesn’t give much more thought to it than that. Unsurprisingly, he exhibits all of the traits of a normal tiger: dinnerplate-sized paws, claws that could rend a man in half with a single swipe, teeth that would make even a lion flinch in fear, and loves every damn thing about it. This is the form he prefers, and goes around in it as often as he can, even if it freaks people out to see a tiger walking down the street alongside a little girl with a basket of groceries in his mouth, protectively casting glances around to the people that might approach her, or something domestic like that. After being the pet of a vampire for the better part of five years, it’s hard not to appreciate the ability to freely change — he takes advantage of it every chance he gets.
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION For being a bloodthirsty carnivore for most of his waking hours, you’d expect Sinclair to be something of a power-hungry jerk… and while yes, he is something of a control-issue demagogue on his bad days, he’s actually a pretty even-tempered guy. In essence, he has little to no temper; he’s slow to be annoyed and even slower to anger, smiles often, doesn’t raise his voice past a normal quiet-speaking volume, spends his time just making sure his daughter isn’t walking into a wall. It amost seems as though he’s too agreeable sometimes, as though it’s patronizing, because Sinclair is in the horrible habit of indulging himself on befriending people he views as lower than him… and there are a lot who are lower than him. The only thing that keeps him from being branded an ‘Elitist Jerk’ by most people is that he’s good at masking his intentions, acts just as sincere as he would with practical strangers and dear friends. Every bit of his physical appearance matches his outward personality, and, with how damn good he looks all of the time, that isn’t something he considers a handicap.
Being a solitary creature, Sinclair chooses to keep very few for long-term company, and will often phase people out of his life over the course of a few weeks once he tires of them. He left his family early, became a father even earlier, and has attempted to cultivate a family at the first sign of independence. Those that he does allow to stick around find themselves in the company of someone who would die for the sake of retribution just as soon as he would rend their throat from their neck if they wrong him. Sinclair, as manipulative and dark as he is, doesn’t, under any circumstances, forgive: grudges are a great hobbyhorse of his, and he never gives second chances. He’s loyal. Especially to himself. Naturally, he tends to suppress these outward devious tendencies (most people don’t want to know that someone who spends his days stalking herbivores), but there are times when it’s just impossible… and those who are nearby are in full audience of his vices, much to his chagrin.
LIKES
[«] Having lots of money — It may not buy you happiness, but really, try to frown when you’re joyriding on a private jet.
[«] Hitting on ugly people — Yeah, it’s a little cruel, but damned if it doesn’t help one’s self-esteem.
[«] Wholesome family sitcoms — They’re fun to laugh at.
[«] Androgynous boys — Which makes him wonder why he’s just not straight in the first place, but he doesn’t really care anymore.
[«] His dogs — Which are, unfortunately, among the few things that he actually, truly loves.
[«] Snow — Mmm. Coats and snowball fights and hot chocolate = LOVE. ♥
[«] Haute Couture — Nothing but the best, my friends.
[«] Elitism — His most prominent vice, but at least he enjoys it.
[«] His daughter — Well, he kind of has to.[/ul]
DISLIKES
[«] Vampires — Fuck them. Fuck them all.
[«] Wholesome family sitcoms — It’s a love-hate relationship.
[«] Being at a party without a date — He should never, ever have to do it. Really, what loser goes to a party without someone?
[«] Wolves — Both were and normal. They threaten his power.
[«] Greasy food — Eeew.
[«] Thai food — Turns out he’s allergic to Pad Thai. Or something.
[«] Mating season — Enough said.
[«] Circuses — Bad memories.
[«] Getting sand in his food at the beach — Call it a pet peeve.[/ul]
OTHER As mentioned, Sinclair has a four-year-old daughter named Lolita.
HOW THEY BECAME WHAT THEY ARE Born.
SHOW OFF
RP EXAMPLE
MODEL Jonathan Rhys Meyers
CUSTOM TITLE
QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS None. Whoo.
CODE Tany is badass.
I, Tilt, hereby understand that PAPER BAG is unrated and thus I am opening myself to the idea of it. I will not complain about this, because it was stated in the rules and I read them. I also understand that if I am to post in the unrated context that I will label my post with the proper warning. I will respect the views of my fellow members as well, and will not judge.
SILLY MORTAL
NAME Tilt
GENDER Male
CONTACT PM or email, Oni_Monogatari@yahoo.com
EXPERIENCE Enough.
HOW'D YOU FIND US Random board-surfing.
TIME ZONE Pacific.
THE MONSTER WITHIN
NAME Emery Sinclair
AGE 24
GENDER Male
SPECIES Weretiger
SEXUALITY Putting the the ‘mo in ‘homosexual’ since 1967.
SUPERNATURAL FREAK
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION Most people can tell right away where Sinclair’s racial origins lie just by looking at him. As most lycanthropes who spend most of their time in animal form, he retains his formidable-looking eyes, which are a clear, elegant cornflower blue, in humanoid shape, and just has an air of slow watchfulness about him, a trait that is exclusive to tigers, it seems. While he is of normal size and build for a man his age, neither barrel-chested or thin but rather solid, it is undeniable that Sinclair is possessing of a presence that makes him look larger, even to an onlooker from far away. Even simply standing immobile, Sinclair exudes a message of power to anyone in his general vicinity, and makes every movement of his slow, pointed, and never without purpose. Hell, he doesn’t even turn his head when simply flicking his eyes is a suitable alternative, will only turn all the way around to face someone when absolutely no other option is available. He shouldn’t have to expend such energy on anything less, Sinclair will say time and time again. Each action of this tiger’s is a premeditated affair, a cool labor, something that he uses to bolster his image as top dog around the place (or, as the case is, top cat). Now, sometimes this does make him look a little lazy to people who are used to his molasses-slow habits, but years of indifference, subtle practice, and genuine ennui have made him immune to coming off as a slob, and instead, his efforts have given him the ability to almost dazzle people who aren’t used to such a cultured, such an underlying, stolid sort of atmosphere.
Being a little more taken-care-of financially than most people (and by ‘a little more,’ he means ‘really fucking’), Sinclair actually prefers comfort over expense, but doesn’t mind donning some tailor-made haute couture pieces when he’s going out into the world. Unless he has some prior engagement, though, it’s slacks and long belted coats (so he doesn‘t have to worry about what he‘s wearing under the coat, of course), which serve as his fur-substitute when he’s in his human form. The more weight he packs onto himself, the more at ease he feels — walking around in a suit of furry armor ninety-percent of his day, after all, makes one used to moving with an extra amount of weight. This is partly why he moves so slowly, with such focus and purpose, although he’d rather chalk it up to his naturally composed personality. Hah. As if. In any case, keeping up his appearance is on the top of his list, at least when he’s in front of his daughter, so if he comes off as synthetic, or trying too hard, then you’re a douche who needs to lighten up. True, he knows most of his appearance is just an exaggerated character of who he’d like to be, but he’s the first one to make fun of himself, of his overly theatrical appearance and pompous aura, even more of his erratic dressing habits. Well, he would be the first to make fun of himself, considering that most people wouldn’t dream of saying anything offensive to his face unless they knew him to at least a friendly degree that would allow them such familiarity.
As a lycanthrope, Sinclair loses none of his grace or power, standing much larger than a normal tiger at the height of about 5’2” at the withers, 280 pounds of pure, structured muscle on his frame. Yes, he’s white, but both his mother and father were normal Caspian tigers, as his blond-haired, blue-eyed daughter Lolita is now, golden-furred and banded sandy brown-black; it’s to be assumed that this incongruous coat color is out of a normal mutation, and he doesn’t give much more thought to it than that. Unsurprisingly, he exhibits all of the traits of a normal tiger: dinnerplate-sized paws, claws that could rend a man in half with a single swipe, teeth that would make even a lion flinch in fear, and loves every damn thing about it. This is the form he prefers, and goes around in it as often as he can, even if it freaks people out to see a tiger walking down the street alongside a little girl with a basket of groceries in his mouth, protectively casting glances around to the people that might approach her, or something domestic like that. After being the pet of a vampire for the better part of five years, it’s hard not to appreciate the ability to freely change — he takes advantage of it every chance he gets.
PERSONALITY DESCRIPTION For being a bloodthirsty carnivore for most of his waking hours, you’d expect Sinclair to be something of a power-hungry jerk… and while yes, he is something of a control-issue demagogue on his bad days, he’s actually a pretty even-tempered guy. In essence, he has little to no temper; he’s slow to be annoyed and even slower to anger, smiles often, doesn’t raise his voice past a normal quiet-speaking volume, spends his time just making sure his daughter isn’t walking into a wall. It amost seems as though he’s too agreeable sometimes, as though it’s patronizing, because Sinclair is in the horrible habit of indulging himself on befriending people he views as lower than him… and there are a lot who are lower than him. The only thing that keeps him from being branded an ‘Elitist Jerk’ by most people is that he’s good at masking his intentions, acts just as sincere as he would with practical strangers and dear friends. Every bit of his physical appearance matches his outward personality, and, with how damn good he looks all of the time, that isn’t something he considers a handicap.
Being a solitary creature, Sinclair chooses to keep very few for long-term company, and will often phase people out of his life over the course of a few weeks once he tires of them. He left his family early, became a father even earlier, and has attempted to cultivate a family at the first sign of independence. Those that he does allow to stick around find themselves in the company of someone who would die for the sake of retribution just as soon as he would rend their throat from their neck if they wrong him. Sinclair, as manipulative and dark as he is, doesn’t, under any circumstances, forgive: grudges are a great hobbyhorse of his, and he never gives second chances. He’s loyal. Especially to himself. Naturally, he tends to suppress these outward devious tendencies (most people don’t want to know that someone who spends his days stalking herbivores), but there are times when it’s just impossible… and those who are nearby are in full audience of his vices, much to his chagrin.
LIKES
[«] Having lots of money — It may not buy you happiness, but really, try to frown when you’re joyriding on a private jet.
[«] Hitting on ugly people — Yeah, it’s a little cruel, but damned if it doesn’t help one’s self-esteem.
[«] Wholesome family sitcoms — They’re fun to laugh at.
[«] Androgynous boys — Which makes him wonder why he’s just not straight in the first place, but he doesn’t really care anymore.
[«] His dogs — Which are, unfortunately, among the few things that he actually, truly loves.
[«] Snow — Mmm. Coats and snowball fights and hot chocolate = LOVE. ♥
[«] Haute Couture — Nothing but the best, my friends.
[«] Elitism — His most prominent vice, but at least he enjoys it.
[«] His daughter — Well, he kind of has to.[/ul]
DISLIKES
[«] Vampires — Fuck them. Fuck them all.
[«] Wholesome family sitcoms — It’s a love-hate relationship.
[«] Being at a party without a date — He should never, ever have to do it. Really, what loser goes to a party without someone?
[«] Wolves — Both were and normal. They threaten his power.
[«] Greasy food — Eeew.
[«] Thai food — Turns out he’s allergic to Pad Thai. Or something.
[«] Mating season — Enough said.
[«] Circuses — Bad memories.
[«] Getting sand in his food at the beach — Call it a pet peeve.[/ul]
OTHER As mentioned, Sinclair has a four-year-old daughter named Lolita.
HOW THEY BECAME WHAT THEY ARE Born.
SHOW OFF
RP EXAMPLE
MODEL Jonathan Rhys Meyers
CUSTOM TITLE
[Murd[color=cornflowerblue]ero[/color]tica]QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS None. Whoo.
CODE Tany is badass.
I, Tilt, hereby understand that PAPER BAG is unrated and thus I am opening myself to the idea of it. I will not complain about this, because it was stated in the rules and I read them. I also understand that if I am to post in the unrated context that I will label my post with the proper warning. I will respect the views of my fellow members as well, and will not judge.
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