Post by burr on Jun 27, 2015 6:54:45 GMT
Name:
Camout
Age:
17
Position: a fairly new Lancer
Height: Nearing
6 feet tall and still in the midsts of a growth spurt.
Relationships/Affiliations:
pppffht big ol major crush on a driving instructor named Goodluck, practically besties with a war boy a few years his junior Nikit who is primarily an organic assistant
Physical Appearance:
Always a lanky and skinny pup, Camout only seemed to grow after he had become a lancer. He still remains tall and not necessarily the most ripped looking war boy, but the lancing drills have caused his arms and upper chest to tone to a more masculine frame. Camout's biceps and neck are ringed with solid black tattoo bands, only breaking around the Immortan Jo brand at the nape of his neck. His eyes are hazel in color, and are a bit droopy and lazy in appearance, even when he is fully alert. The only other notable feature he has is his teeth-- he is missing his lateral incisors and pre-molars on the top jaw giving him a very distinct gapped grin. The latter two pictures here are some good drawn references of him in his growth spurt.
Clothes/Accessories:
Besides the standard black cargo pants and boots that are standard for war boys, Camout has a habit of collecting discarded pieces and crafting jewelry out of it, mostly bracelets and necklaces. He has been warned that they are a liability when he is out on missions, but only really takes them off when he is working on engines since he doesn't think they get in the way of lancing much.
Background:
Born and raised in the Citadel, Camout was average at best in most tasks-- except for messing up under too much direct scrutiny, which is how he earned his name. (to 'camout' is when you are screwing in a screw and the screwdriver slips because the torque is reaching max) He made up for his mediocre skills by overcompensating with his social skills and being well-liked-- in reality his anxieties only kick up once he is aware someone is observing him or it is set in hypothetical practice removed from the actual scenario. Since graduating to lancer, he has shown to be adept and skilled at his job afield when required.
Personality:
Camout is very friendly and easygoing for a war boy. He claims to be a devout follower of the V8 cult, but it is for the most part just lip service and rote memorization of scripture. He isn't particularly aggressive when not it is not required of him, and his charismatic personality tends to attract war pups. He is happy to take care of them, and has a knack for herding even the most troublesome of pups.
Other Information:
pppppbtht I dunno, if I think of something I will add it
Roleplay Availability: Down to babysit pups, down to lance some buzzards, down for frat boy lancer crew shenanigans, what have you
Camout
Age:
17
Position: a fairly new Lancer
Height: Nearing
6 feet tall and still in the midsts of a growth spurt.
Relationships/Affiliations:
pppffht big ol major crush on a driving instructor named Goodluck, practically besties with a war boy a few years his junior Nikit who is primarily an organic assistant
Physical Appearance:
Always a lanky and skinny pup, Camout only seemed to grow after he had become a lancer. He still remains tall and not necessarily the most ripped looking war boy, but the lancing drills have caused his arms and upper chest to tone to a more masculine frame. Camout's biceps and neck are ringed with solid black tattoo bands, only breaking around the Immortan Jo brand at the nape of his neck. His eyes are hazel in color, and are a bit droopy and lazy in appearance, even when he is fully alert. The only other notable feature he has is his teeth-- he is missing his lateral incisors and pre-molars on the top jaw giving him a very distinct gapped grin. The latter two pictures here are some good drawn references of him in his growth spurt.
Clothes/Accessories:
Besides the standard black cargo pants and boots that are standard for war boys, Camout has a habit of collecting discarded pieces and crafting jewelry out of it, mostly bracelets and necklaces. He has been warned that they are a liability when he is out on missions, but only really takes them off when he is working on engines since he doesn't think they get in the way of lancing much.
Background:
Born and raised in the Citadel, Camout was average at best in most tasks-- except for messing up under too much direct scrutiny, which is how he earned his name. (to 'camout' is when you are screwing in a screw and the screwdriver slips because the torque is reaching max) He made up for his mediocre skills by overcompensating with his social skills and being well-liked-- in reality his anxieties only kick up once he is aware someone is observing him or it is set in hypothetical practice removed from the actual scenario. Since graduating to lancer, he has shown to be adept and skilled at his job afield when required.
Personality:
Camout is very friendly and easygoing for a war boy. He claims to be a devout follower of the V8 cult, but it is for the most part just lip service and rote memorization of scripture. He isn't particularly aggressive when not it is not required of him, and his charismatic personality tends to attract war pups. He is happy to take care of them, and has a knack for herding even the most troublesome of pups.
Other Information:
pppppbtht I dunno, if I think of something I will add it
Roleplay Availability: Down to babysit pups, down to lance some buzzards, down for frat boy lancer crew shenanigans, what have you