Post by Kali on Nov 19, 2008 23:50:38 GMT -5
Tell me who you are
Name: Chance Bell
Nickname: Ghost
Age:25
Height:5’ 11½’’
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Status: Innocent
Appearance: Chance is a decent height, and very well built with muscle. He likes to box and hang out at the gym, and this is the reason for his body shape. His eyes are dark brown, and his hair is blacker than a lion’s mane. Chance is thinking about growing a mustache, but hasn’t really decided yet.
Personality: Chance likes to go anywhere that’s fun. This usually means the gym or the boxing ring or the beach. He likes to hunt and fight, and for this reason usually chooses the more dangerous prey. Bears, cougars, anything that will give him a challenge is fair game. He also likes hunting foxes, because he turns it into a little game, trying to outsmart them.
He is very protective of his friends, but he couldn’t be more protective of his little sister. Chance loves her more than anything else in the world, and would do anything to keep her safe. He enjoys hearing her yell and cheer for him during his boxing matches, and does better when she’s there. Chance won’t pick a fight outside of the ring, but he sure will end it. He doesn’t care who’s around or who’s watching (unless it’s his family), all that matters then is the fight.
Picture:
Tell me where you've been
History: Chance grew up a normal kid and had a normal life. He and his family lived in a house in town, neither too big nor too small. Just his father, his mother, his sister, and himself. The family was as any other family was, with their own strengths and weak points, but as a whole, they were happy.
His Talisman came to him at the young age of twelve. A wolf. This was no surprise to his parents, knowing his personality. His father was a bear and his mother an eagle, his little sister yet to discover her spirit animal.
His academic life was alright, not super grades, but nothing terrible. B's, C's, maybe a D here and there, but it didn't matter to him. He was born to fight, and fight he would. His passion was always in the ring, with the gloves on his hands and the shorts on his waist. Boxing. This was how he would live his life, both in the ring and out, as a fighter. He dreams of one day becoming a professional fighter.
Chance lives on his own now, in an apartment that he's decorated to match his talents. Trophies and ribbons hug the walls, and framed pictures and paintings of the pros hang proudly by nails. His furniture is also themed for fighting, and he has a chair that is shaped like a boxer's glove by his television, beside which lies a large collection of fighting movies and games. Some had called him obsessed, but he isn't. He just loves what he does.
Show me your soul
Talisman: Wolf
Picture:
Some call him Ghost. . .
Name: Chance Bell
Nickname: Ghost
Age:25
Height:5’ 11½’’
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Status: Innocent
Appearance: Chance is a decent height, and very well built with muscle. He likes to box and hang out at the gym, and this is the reason for his body shape. His eyes are dark brown, and his hair is blacker than a lion’s mane. Chance is thinking about growing a mustache, but hasn’t really decided yet.
Personality: Chance likes to go anywhere that’s fun. This usually means the gym or the boxing ring or the beach. He likes to hunt and fight, and for this reason usually chooses the more dangerous prey. Bears, cougars, anything that will give him a challenge is fair game. He also likes hunting foxes, because he turns it into a little game, trying to outsmart them.
He is very protective of his friends, but he couldn’t be more protective of his little sister. Chance loves her more than anything else in the world, and would do anything to keep her safe. He enjoys hearing her yell and cheer for him during his boxing matches, and does better when she’s there. Chance won’t pick a fight outside of the ring, but he sure will end it. He doesn’t care who’s around or who’s watching (unless it’s his family), all that matters then is the fight.
Picture:
Tell me where you've been
History: Chance grew up a normal kid and had a normal life. He and his family lived in a house in town, neither too big nor too small. Just his father, his mother, his sister, and himself. The family was as any other family was, with their own strengths and weak points, but as a whole, they were happy.
His Talisman came to him at the young age of twelve. A wolf. This was no surprise to his parents, knowing his personality. His father was a bear and his mother an eagle, his little sister yet to discover her spirit animal.
His academic life was alright, not super grades, but nothing terrible. B's, C's, maybe a D here and there, but it didn't matter to him. He was born to fight, and fight he would. His passion was always in the ring, with the gloves on his hands and the shorts on his waist. Boxing. This was how he would live his life, both in the ring and out, as a fighter. He dreams of one day becoming a professional fighter.
Chance lives on his own now, in an apartment that he's decorated to match his talents. Trophies and ribbons hug the walls, and framed pictures and paintings of the pros hang proudly by nails. His furniture is also themed for fighting, and he has a chair that is shaped like a boxer's glove by his television, beside which lies a large collection of fighting movies and games. Some had called him obsessed, but he isn't. He just loves what he does.
Show me your soul
Talisman: Wolf
Picture:
Some call him Ghost. . .
