Post by Rhis on May 1, 2008 1:12:06 GMT 1
(ooc: before I post this, yes, I do know that this is the name for a character on the Twilight Academy RP board. I'd like to point out, that I am the rp'er of that character, and brought over the looks and name in my own right. Everything else, is considerably different. Thanks again, hope I don't have to edit too much. The history might take a bit to read through, probably my longest ever.)
Name: Rhis Carlin
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Polish-American
Attended School: Paragon High.
Age: 17
Weight: 165 pounds
Height: 6’0”
Body: Rhis is a tall and lanky person, with broad shoulders and most of his height is in his legs. His muscle is lean and defined, thanks to him working out to keep it so. Though he has muscle, he bruises easily because of his skinny frame.
Cosmetic: Rhis prefers to wear light weight button down shirts, usually with nothing on underneath. If he knows something might happen, he’ll usually have enough of patience in the morning to throw on a tank top under one of his button downs, in case he needs to shed it for some reason. He’ll always be seen in jeans of some sort, most of them fitting and frayed at the bottoms to give him that beach bum look.
Eye color: Blue
Hair: Rhis’ hair is rather long, though he cuts it a bit shorter in the front and shifts his bangs to his right side, lightly covering that eye, while the back of his hair runs straight down his neck. His hair is all straight, and he’s dyed it green for some time now, with hints of his natural black peeking through.
Habits: Rhis is a very cautious man, and when in certain situations, can usually be seen fidgeting with his hands, whether on his shirt, bag, or the opening to his jeans pockets.
Personality: Rhis, as before stated, is a cautious and modest guy. He prefers to keep situations in his control at all times, and does not like to be flung into something that he has not planned for himself. At his outward appearance, he knows that being friendly is key, though on the inside he is somewhat cold and unforgiving, and when not in a comfortable situation, it can easily be shown by a frown or a placid expression on his face. He doesn’t like to help anyone in a conventional sense, and can be known to fan the flames from time to time, deeming it ‘helping’ when in fact he just likes to watch chaos ensue around him. He won’t hesitate to lash out if he deems it necessary and does so quite effectively, catching his opponents off guard.
Hobbies: He likes to write, and read, though he’d never be the one to hear this from. Living in San Fran for the past few years, he enjoys the wilderness more so than the beach. Too many people, and not enough quiet for him.
Extracurricular: Though not adverse to school activities, he usually prefers to stay out of clubs or organizations until he can gather the full scope of what the school offers.
History: Rhis Carlin was born in Warsaw, Poland, to a Polish woman and an American father. His time in his home country was short, however, as his parents saw it fit to bring him over to America when he was just a small child, no more than three years old. As such, he doesn’t really remember anything about it, and refrains from telling people where he was born.
His father was a wealthy businessman, dealing with goods and services across multiple companies. It was this reason that Rhis had just about anything he wanted growing up. His parents were worried that this would create a greedy, and spoiled effect on their son, but were soon relieved to see the Rhis never gloated about what he had, to his friends or to new people.
His home situation was just like that of a normal kids, and living on Americas west coast, it was hard for him to not experience everything it had to offer while he was growing up. Throughout his early childhood, he did what the next kid did, first he was carted off to a preschool to focus his growing ability to learn, his mother set him up with other little boys and girls to play and have fun. He then started grade school, and kept decent grades throughout it.
Fast forwarding a few years, Rhis had turned 12. He was nearing the end of his time in grade school, his junior high days fast approaching and he was ecstatic. Him and the rest of the sixth grade class were all getting to use a nearby national parks camp site, which was usually used for summer campers, to come out and celebrate their completion, as well as to have some sense of newly formed freedom. His mother was reluctant to let him go as is, but his father knew how important it was for him, and convinced his mom to let him go.
It wasn’t more than two days into the trip, when the unexpected had happened. One of the teacher chaperones would was in charge of the meals for the night, accidentally ignited the entire mess hall. It went up in flames in seconds flat, most of the children and chaperones making it out alright, while four tragic souls had perished, including the teacher who had started the accidental fire.
While the rest of his class watched on with horror and fear, Rhis had an unnaturally calm and collected expression. He new what was going on, and that a few didn’t make it out, but what he saw in front of him was pleasing to his eye. It was in the next few hours that firefighters showed up, and quelled the burning ash. It was fortunate that the mess hall had been built away from any forestation, and that they trimmed anything that got to close for such an occasion.
When he was within the relative safety of his home, his mother went to drastic stages to make sure nothing would happen to him. She became over protective, to the point where it could be deemed fanatical. She wouldn’t let him go out with his friends unless she were there, and after the first time he agreed to letting her accompany him, he didn’t have much fun at all. He started to hate his mother, for the simple fact that she wasn’t letting him have fun. It was constantly her way, and in time, he shunned most of his friends away. They had all understood, even at their ages. With Rhis’s mother, fun was sitting around and playing with oven mitts.
This continued all throughout his years at his junior high and into his first two years of high school. He kept up his friendly, outward appearance, but started to feel bitter towards his old friends, and everyone around him; joking and laughing at how much fun they had at the movies that past Friday, or about how they would all meet up in the local malls food court and hang out.
Finally moving from a junior high to a high school, he had a large confrontation with his mother. He wanted to have a little more freedom, a little something that he could do without her hounding over it everyday. She refused, recalling upon the fire that had almost claimed him, and she went off into a tirade about how at any moment he could be gone, and she would be racked with grief. His father was listening to the whole thing, and knew of something that Rhis could do. It would get him out of the house, and with people more around his age limit. Rhis’s father was talking about taking him to the old kickboxing studio that he himself had learned from. In his early days, he used what was taught to him to focus himself on his goals, and to use common sense in situations rather than fly off the handle.
His mother could not win this argument. Seeing as how the gym in which he would learn was within walking distance, she couldn’t stop him from going after school, seeing as how she had other things to attend to. She gave in, reluctantly.
Rhis loved his lessons. And he picked up on things quite fast. He learned from a nationally renowned teacher, and most of the students had an aptitude for fighting. Rhis was no exception. Though he had no experience in an actual fight, he felt confident in his abilities, being one of the top students.
Fast forward a bit, He was sixteen now. His sophomore year was coming to a close, his personality now was that of a calm and intelligent young man. Though inside he secretly wished for the demise of quite a few fellow students. Most of his old friends had still kept their friendship, though Rhis would never hang out with them after school. They all knew it was his mother, and that he hated her for it.
He was becoming more and more openly angry at her, for keeping him in such a sheltered life. The tension was becoming to much for the family to hold together. His mother started drinking, heavily and in the early morning. She was mad because all she was trying to do was keep her baby safe, with disregards to his own personal happiness, which she set aside like an ugly vase. Two weeks before he was set to take his finals his sophomore year, his mother walked out on the family. She had up and left, leaving behind a small letter, detailing how Rhis was such an ungrateful little bastard and how she did everything for him. He scoffed at it, seeing that this was his chance at the freedom he wanted.
Last day of school: Rhis had passed all of his finals with ease, and was now sitting out in the courtyard of the high school. It was a nice, warm day, with a slight breeze that ruffled his hair. It blew some if his bangs over his right eye, and he left it there. It was a relaxed day, most of the students waiting for the final bell to ring and release them into the summer. He had told most of his friends how his mother up and left, about how his father took him out to do all of the things that he was supposed to; get his license, a car. His father even opted to let him rent out a small one bedroom apartment for Rhis. Since his mother wasn’t going to be home, and Rhis’s father was still taking the occasional extended business trip, he offered it. Rhis accepted whole heartedly, finally grasping the freedom he always wanted.
He was thinking about everything that had happened, and smiled. Though if anyone could see it, it wasn’t warm, nor friendly. It had been cold, and twisted. For everything that had just happened, he still lost most of his friends, they still pitied him, joked about him at his expense. He needed to complete his last task that would give himself the most satisfaction.
He stood up, watching a group of his old buddies walk by. ’Time to do what I’ve always, wanted to do.’ He made his way towards them, keeping his hands inside his pocket. He was nervous, but he knew that this would complete his sense of freedom. As he got nearer, they noticed him, and a few put up smiles. ’Don’t fake it now. It’s far too late for that.’ He was within striking distance and nodded his head upward, with a “What’s up, guys?” before he rocketed his right hand, palm forward towards the nearest classmate, easily snapping the nose so that a moving stream of blood would commence.
While the first was taken care of, two others proceeded forward, glaring hard at the still calm face of Rhis, who could only smile in return. He watched as the other two went to help stem the blood flow of there fallen friend. Rhis focused back on the approaching two, slamming his left foot hard into the abdomen of one, sending him to the ground in a heap, gasping for breath as well as holding onto his stomach. The last one to strike was easily dispatched as well. He hesitated before striking, letting Rhis plant his left foot again. Rhis ducked from the left hook that would have smacked him right across the face, and instead of catching the knee straight to his gut, he was quicker to snap his right leg towards the kids left knee, the one holding his footing. With nothing holding him up, the kid fell, hard to his right side, twisting his right ankle on the fall down and clutching his knee that was in desperate need of attention.
Rhis stood back up and caught his breath. He was aware of the attention that he garnered, and quickly made his way to his vehicle parked in the lot. It wasn’t until he got home that the full realization hit him. He just took down three of his former friends, and the sick part was that he liked it. He full on enjoyed the rush, the feeling of being in a conflict. He fell back onto his bed, inside the safety of his two room apartment.
It was another few weeks before he got a letter from his school. It had said that while there was no proof that he was the one responsible, they would not accept them into the school next year, and had forwarded all of his files to a new high school that had just opened up, Paragon.
Rhis crumpled the note and threw it away. He smiled again, knowing that no repercussions would come his way, seeing as how they were just going to write him off to another school. “I’m beginning to like my life, even if it does get a little, confrontational.”
Fighting Style: Rhis picked up kickboxing in the hopes of his father, of finding a way to become a happy and carefree guy. Instead, Rhis used his newfound skills to easily dispatch some of his former associates and teach them a lesson.
Strengths: Rhis is by all means, a skinny guy. Standing at six foot even, and weighing only 165 pounds, its easy for people to look at his as some type of runt. He wears loose fitting shirts to fit this persona, but underneath it is a lean and hardened muscle that is clearly defined. He focuses on his kicks, preferably his sweeping ones where he is closer to the ground. If it comes to a slugfest, he likes to strike with an open palm. It was taught to him as a way to deflect by keeping and open palm, and leading the attack away, but he was able to turn it around. His kicks are easily the most devastating in his arsenal, and is quite accurate with them. He is also quite fast for his height, and is able to lean further in certain directions, most notably from side to side because of his long legs.
Weaknesses: Being on the skinny side, the muscle he does have bruises easily, and a good solid strike can easily bring him pain, or worse, take the limb, etc, out of the fight altogether. He also has very little experience when it comes to fighting, and will make mistakes prone to someone that doesn’t really know what there doing in the first place. His palm strikes do considerably less damage unless striking at a joint, or to the nose and jaw area
Name: Rhis Carlin
Nationality: American
Ethnicity: Polish-American
Attended School: Paragon High.
Age: 17
Weight: 165 pounds
Height: 6’0”
Body: Rhis is a tall and lanky person, with broad shoulders and most of his height is in his legs. His muscle is lean and defined, thanks to him working out to keep it so. Though he has muscle, he bruises easily because of his skinny frame.
Cosmetic: Rhis prefers to wear light weight button down shirts, usually with nothing on underneath. If he knows something might happen, he’ll usually have enough of patience in the morning to throw on a tank top under one of his button downs, in case he needs to shed it for some reason. He’ll always be seen in jeans of some sort, most of them fitting and frayed at the bottoms to give him that beach bum look.
Eye color: Blue
Hair: Rhis’ hair is rather long, though he cuts it a bit shorter in the front and shifts his bangs to his right side, lightly covering that eye, while the back of his hair runs straight down his neck. His hair is all straight, and he’s dyed it green for some time now, with hints of his natural black peeking through.
Habits: Rhis is a very cautious man, and when in certain situations, can usually be seen fidgeting with his hands, whether on his shirt, bag, or the opening to his jeans pockets.
Personality: Rhis, as before stated, is a cautious and modest guy. He prefers to keep situations in his control at all times, and does not like to be flung into something that he has not planned for himself. At his outward appearance, he knows that being friendly is key, though on the inside he is somewhat cold and unforgiving, and when not in a comfortable situation, it can easily be shown by a frown or a placid expression on his face. He doesn’t like to help anyone in a conventional sense, and can be known to fan the flames from time to time, deeming it ‘helping’ when in fact he just likes to watch chaos ensue around him. He won’t hesitate to lash out if he deems it necessary and does so quite effectively, catching his opponents off guard.
Hobbies: He likes to write, and read, though he’d never be the one to hear this from. Living in San Fran for the past few years, he enjoys the wilderness more so than the beach. Too many people, and not enough quiet for him.
Extracurricular: Though not adverse to school activities, he usually prefers to stay out of clubs or organizations until he can gather the full scope of what the school offers.
History: Rhis Carlin was born in Warsaw, Poland, to a Polish woman and an American father. His time in his home country was short, however, as his parents saw it fit to bring him over to America when he was just a small child, no more than three years old. As such, he doesn’t really remember anything about it, and refrains from telling people where he was born.
His father was a wealthy businessman, dealing with goods and services across multiple companies. It was this reason that Rhis had just about anything he wanted growing up. His parents were worried that this would create a greedy, and spoiled effect on their son, but were soon relieved to see the Rhis never gloated about what he had, to his friends or to new people.
His home situation was just like that of a normal kids, and living on Americas west coast, it was hard for him to not experience everything it had to offer while he was growing up. Throughout his early childhood, he did what the next kid did, first he was carted off to a preschool to focus his growing ability to learn, his mother set him up with other little boys and girls to play and have fun. He then started grade school, and kept decent grades throughout it.
Fast forwarding a few years, Rhis had turned 12. He was nearing the end of his time in grade school, his junior high days fast approaching and he was ecstatic. Him and the rest of the sixth grade class were all getting to use a nearby national parks camp site, which was usually used for summer campers, to come out and celebrate their completion, as well as to have some sense of newly formed freedom. His mother was reluctant to let him go as is, but his father knew how important it was for him, and convinced his mom to let him go.
It wasn’t more than two days into the trip, when the unexpected had happened. One of the teacher chaperones would was in charge of the meals for the night, accidentally ignited the entire mess hall. It went up in flames in seconds flat, most of the children and chaperones making it out alright, while four tragic souls had perished, including the teacher who had started the accidental fire.
While the rest of his class watched on with horror and fear, Rhis had an unnaturally calm and collected expression. He new what was going on, and that a few didn’t make it out, but what he saw in front of him was pleasing to his eye. It was in the next few hours that firefighters showed up, and quelled the burning ash. It was fortunate that the mess hall had been built away from any forestation, and that they trimmed anything that got to close for such an occasion.
When he was within the relative safety of his home, his mother went to drastic stages to make sure nothing would happen to him. She became over protective, to the point where it could be deemed fanatical. She wouldn’t let him go out with his friends unless she were there, and after the first time he agreed to letting her accompany him, he didn’t have much fun at all. He started to hate his mother, for the simple fact that she wasn’t letting him have fun. It was constantly her way, and in time, he shunned most of his friends away. They had all understood, even at their ages. With Rhis’s mother, fun was sitting around and playing with oven mitts.
This continued all throughout his years at his junior high and into his first two years of high school. He kept up his friendly, outward appearance, but started to feel bitter towards his old friends, and everyone around him; joking and laughing at how much fun they had at the movies that past Friday, or about how they would all meet up in the local malls food court and hang out.
Finally moving from a junior high to a high school, he had a large confrontation with his mother. He wanted to have a little more freedom, a little something that he could do without her hounding over it everyday. She refused, recalling upon the fire that had almost claimed him, and she went off into a tirade about how at any moment he could be gone, and she would be racked with grief. His father was listening to the whole thing, and knew of something that Rhis could do. It would get him out of the house, and with people more around his age limit. Rhis’s father was talking about taking him to the old kickboxing studio that he himself had learned from. In his early days, he used what was taught to him to focus himself on his goals, and to use common sense in situations rather than fly off the handle.
His mother could not win this argument. Seeing as how the gym in which he would learn was within walking distance, she couldn’t stop him from going after school, seeing as how she had other things to attend to. She gave in, reluctantly.
Rhis loved his lessons. And he picked up on things quite fast. He learned from a nationally renowned teacher, and most of the students had an aptitude for fighting. Rhis was no exception. Though he had no experience in an actual fight, he felt confident in his abilities, being one of the top students.
Fast forward a bit, He was sixteen now. His sophomore year was coming to a close, his personality now was that of a calm and intelligent young man. Though inside he secretly wished for the demise of quite a few fellow students. Most of his old friends had still kept their friendship, though Rhis would never hang out with them after school. They all knew it was his mother, and that he hated her for it.
He was becoming more and more openly angry at her, for keeping him in such a sheltered life. The tension was becoming to much for the family to hold together. His mother started drinking, heavily and in the early morning. She was mad because all she was trying to do was keep her baby safe, with disregards to his own personal happiness, which she set aside like an ugly vase. Two weeks before he was set to take his finals his sophomore year, his mother walked out on the family. She had up and left, leaving behind a small letter, detailing how Rhis was such an ungrateful little bastard and how she did everything for him. He scoffed at it, seeing that this was his chance at the freedom he wanted.
Last day of school: Rhis had passed all of his finals with ease, and was now sitting out in the courtyard of the high school. It was a nice, warm day, with a slight breeze that ruffled his hair. It blew some if his bangs over his right eye, and he left it there. It was a relaxed day, most of the students waiting for the final bell to ring and release them into the summer. He had told most of his friends how his mother up and left, about how his father took him out to do all of the things that he was supposed to; get his license, a car. His father even opted to let him rent out a small one bedroom apartment for Rhis. Since his mother wasn’t going to be home, and Rhis’s father was still taking the occasional extended business trip, he offered it. Rhis accepted whole heartedly, finally grasping the freedom he always wanted.
He was thinking about everything that had happened, and smiled. Though if anyone could see it, it wasn’t warm, nor friendly. It had been cold, and twisted. For everything that had just happened, he still lost most of his friends, they still pitied him, joked about him at his expense. He needed to complete his last task that would give himself the most satisfaction.
He stood up, watching a group of his old buddies walk by. ’Time to do what I’ve always, wanted to do.’ He made his way towards them, keeping his hands inside his pocket. He was nervous, but he knew that this would complete his sense of freedom. As he got nearer, they noticed him, and a few put up smiles. ’Don’t fake it now. It’s far too late for that.’ He was within striking distance and nodded his head upward, with a “What’s up, guys?” before he rocketed his right hand, palm forward towards the nearest classmate, easily snapping the nose so that a moving stream of blood would commence.
While the first was taken care of, two others proceeded forward, glaring hard at the still calm face of Rhis, who could only smile in return. He watched as the other two went to help stem the blood flow of there fallen friend. Rhis focused back on the approaching two, slamming his left foot hard into the abdomen of one, sending him to the ground in a heap, gasping for breath as well as holding onto his stomach. The last one to strike was easily dispatched as well. He hesitated before striking, letting Rhis plant his left foot again. Rhis ducked from the left hook that would have smacked him right across the face, and instead of catching the knee straight to his gut, he was quicker to snap his right leg towards the kids left knee, the one holding his footing. With nothing holding him up, the kid fell, hard to his right side, twisting his right ankle on the fall down and clutching his knee that was in desperate need of attention.
Rhis stood back up and caught his breath. He was aware of the attention that he garnered, and quickly made his way to his vehicle parked in the lot. It wasn’t until he got home that the full realization hit him. He just took down three of his former friends, and the sick part was that he liked it. He full on enjoyed the rush, the feeling of being in a conflict. He fell back onto his bed, inside the safety of his two room apartment.
It was another few weeks before he got a letter from his school. It had said that while there was no proof that he was the one responsible, they would not accept them into the school next year, and had forwarded all of his files to a new high school that had just opened up, Paragon.
Rhis crumpled the note and threw it away. He smiled again, knowing that no repercussions would come his way, seeing as how they were just going to write him off to another school. “I’m beginning to like my life, even if it does get a little, confrontational.”
Fighting Style: Rhis picked up kickboxing in the hopes of his father, of finding a way to become a happy and carefree guy. Instead, Rhis used his newfound skills to easily dispatch some of his former associates and teach them a lesson.
Strengths: Rhis is by all means, a skinny guy. Standing at six foot even, and weighing only 165 pounds, its easy for people to look at his as some type of runt. He wears loose fitting shirts to fit this persona, but underneath it is a lean and hardened muscle that is clearly defined. He focuses on his kicks, preferably his sweeping ones where he is closer to the ground. If it comes to a slugfest, he likes to strike with an open palm. It was taught to him as a way to deflect by keeping and open palm, and leading the attack away, but he was able to turn it around. His kicks are easily the most devastating in his arsenal, and is quite accurate with them. He is also quite fast for his height, and is able to lean further in certain directions, most notably from side to side because of his long legs.
Weaknesses: Being on the skinny side, the muscle he does have bruises easily, and a good solid strike can easily bring him pain, or worse, take the limb, etc, out of the fight altogether. He also has very little experience when it comes to fighting, and will make mistakes prone to someone that doesn’t really know what there doing in the first place. His palm strikes do considerably less damage unless striking at a joint, or to the nose and jaw area
