Post by Reo Nightray on Oct 30, 2009 17:11:45 GMT -5
Age~
15
Description~
He has long, dark blue/black messy hair and wears round glasses that obscure his eyes. He has a pale complexion and is similar to Elliot in both build and height
Skills/Weapons~
According to Elliot, he is useless with the sword and only managed to correctly fire a gun at point blank range. In essence, his only real weapons are a quick tongue and high intelligence, which he uses skillfully to his advantage.
Personality~
Quiet and bookish, he doesn't talk very much; usually only when spoken to. But he doesn't hesitate to reprimand Elliot or indeed anyone else when they are in the wrong. Despite being Elliot's servant, he does not always side with him, much to the latter annoyance. He is calm and collected, and is hardly ever rattled by danger.
History~
Not much is known about Reo, lending him a mysterious air. Brought up as an orphan in the 'House of the White Angel' orphanage in Sabrie. He became Elliot's servant in a fashion similar to Gilbert was to Oz; brought to the Nightray mansion at a young age.
RP Sample~
Reo glanced sympathetically over to the body tossing feverishly on the bed and hummed in apprehension. The room was pitch black save, a sliver of moonlight that sliced through the curtains and fell onto the book Reo held pillowed in his lap. Turning back to the novel he fell silent for a few minutes, the quiet night disturbed only by the harsh breathing of the other occupant of the room and the gentle 'flutter' of the pages in Reo's book.
The figure on the bed left put a pained whimper, and Reo was at his side in an instant, book forgotten on the floor.
"Elliot...Elliot, hush; it's alright." His voice was soft, yet urgent, and the figure stilled briefly.
Gently, he took Elliot's clammy hand in his own and gripped it tightly. Reo longed for the day when Elliot's sleep wasn't plagued by nightmares; ones he had had no experience of himself, but knew just how terrifying nightmares could be.
His nights had been terrorized by them when he was younger and he would often wake screaming. He sighed and turned to look out the window. he just wished morning would arrive a little sooner. Then this would end, if only temporarily.
15
Description~
He has long, dark blue/black messy hair and wears round glasses that obscure his eyes. He has a pale complexion and is similar to Elliot in both build and height
Skills/Weapons~
According to Elliot, he is useless with the sword and only managed to correctly fire a gun at point blank range. In essence, his only real weapons are a quick tongue and high intelligence, which he uses skillfully to his advantage.
Personality~
Quiet and bookish, he doesn't talk very much; usually only when spoken to. But he doesn't hesitate to reprimand Elliot or indeed anyone else when they are in the wrong. Despite being Elliot's servant, he does not always side with him, much to the latter annoyance. He is calm and collected, and is hardly ever rattled by danger.
History~
Not much is known about Reo, lending him a mysterious air. Brought up as an orphan in the 'House of the White Angel' orphanage in Sabrie. He became Elliot's servant in a fashion similar to Gilbert was to Oz; brought to the Nightray mansion at a young age.
RP Sample~
Reo glanced sympathetically over to the body tossing feverishly on the bed and hummed in apprehension. The room was pitch black save, a sliver of moonlight that sliced through the curtains and fell onto the book Reo held pillowed in his lap. Turning back to the novel he fell silent for a few minutes, the quiet night disturbed only by the harsh breathing of the other occupant of the room and the gentle 'flutter' of the pages in Reo's book.
The figure on the bed left put a pained whimper, and Reo was at his side in an instant, book forgotten on the floor.
"Elliot...Elliot, hush; it's alright." His voice was soft, yet urgent, and the figure stilled briefly.
Gently, he took Elliot's clammy hand in his own and gripped it tightly. Reo longed for the day when Elliot's sleep wasn't plagued by nightmares; ones he had had no experience of himself, but knew just how terrifying nightmares could be.
His nights had been terrorized by them when he was younger and he would often wake screaming. He sighed and turned to look out the window. he just wished morning would arrive a little sooner. Then this would end, if only temporarily.
