Post by capybara on Oct 18, 2009 5:52:23 GMT -5
((Uh yeah I know there's another application for him but the member seems to have gone so yeah. If I'm wrong just pretend this never happened.))
Player Handle: Capybara.
IMS: redeggs@hotmail.co.uk
E-Mail: redeggs@hotmail.co.uk
Cannon Or Original?: Cannon.
Character Name: Clem Foote
Aliases: None (Besides from people insulting him)
Special Abilities: Is most skilled in Clairvoyance, but is still in training
Profession: None
Skills: Super special cheering abilites. Also strangely extensive knowledge of the many ways to kill yourself.
Weaknesses: Suicidal, incredibly annoying to everyone (besides Crystal), mentally unbalanced, self depricating, too happy.
Special Note: Not really.
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Description: Large head and long skinny neck, small circular eyes, massive mouth with buckteeth. Quite tall.
Clothing Style/Uniform: The camp shirt, a green headband and short as well as some super snazzy trainers.
Family: Nick Foote- Long suffering business man with a weary disposition. Especially when it comes to his son.
Clarrisa Foote- A dull woman who is neglectful to her incredibly annoying son.
Personality: Clem is a bipolar suicidal cheerleader. One minute he's cheering everyone on with a choky voice, and the next he's contemplating the best way to kill himself. Despite his incessantly upbeat cheerfulness, he masks a completely suicidal young boy who thinks of himself as the pimple of society.
Quirks: His suicidal tendecies, and a peculiar fear of rabbits.
Likes: Cheerleading, Crystal, having fun, team spirit, sad poetry, films about suicide, his eventual death.
Dislikes: When others are sad, people telling him to "shut up", failing at suicide attempts.
History: Clem was born in Gary, IL. From the moment he was born he led life with an untolerably happy spirit, the first thing he did when he was born was cheer. Many years of happiness, positivity and joyfullness lay ahead!
Until he discovered his psychic powers. Due to being a gifted with clairvoyance, he began to discover how much everyone hated him and so he turned onto the path of suicide. He was eventually sent to Whispering Rock, where he met the one person in the world that can tolerate talking with him for more than a few seconds: Crystal Flowers Snagrash. They've been BFF's for, like, ages!
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Roleplay Sample: Clem dug his fingers hard into the palm of his hand, hoping that this only would punish him. Punish himself for existing, for trying to make everyone happy when obviously he couldn't.
His large teeth bit violently into his bottom lip, his eyes swelling up with tears he didn't deserve to shed. He wasn't human. He was an annoyance, not fit to live or even walk around humans.
His thoughts turned to Crystal, and he stared into the icy waters of the sea below. What would she do without him? Could he really betray her and their special secret suicide pact?
His feet shuffled as he stared down at the cliff below, and he took one last big breath. He clamped his arms round his sides, ready to jum-
His phone rang suddenly. Picking it up, he wiped away the tears from his face.
"Clem, where are you? You're going to miss cheer practise!" shouted the high pitched voice of one of the head cheerleaders.
"O.M.G.! Oh, I'm so totally sorry! I'll get there right away!" he cheered excitedly, as he hung up the call.
Racing away from the cliff he reminded himself he could die as soon as their team won the state finals! He cartwheeled in giddy ectascy.
Player Handle: Capybara.
IMS: redeggs@hotmail.co.uk
E-Mail: redeggs@hotmail.co.uk
Cannon Or Original?: Cannon.
Character Name: Clem Foote
Aliases: None (Besides from people insulting him)
Special Abilities: Is most skilled in Clairvoyance, but is still in training
Profession: None
Skills: Super special cheering abilites. Also strangely extensive knowledge of the many ways to kill yourself.
Weaknesses: Suicidal, incredibly annoying to everyone (besides Crystal), mentally unbalanced, self depricating, too happy.
Special Note: Not really.
Age: 10
Gender: Male
Description: Large head and long skinny neck, small circular eyes, massive mouth with buckteeth. Quite tall.
Clothing Style/Uniform: The camp shirt, a green headband and short as well as some super snazzy trainers.
Family: Nick Foote- Long suffering business man with a weary disposition. Especially when it comes to his son.
Clarrisa Foote- A dull woman who is neglectful to her incredibly annoying son.
Personality: Clem is a bipolar suicidal cheerleader. One minute he's cheering everyone on with a choky voice, and the next he's contemplating the best way to kill himself. Despite his incessantly upbeat cheerfulness, he masks a completely suicidal young boy who thinks of himself as the pimple of society.
Quirks: His suicidal tendecies, and a peculiar fear of rabbits.
Likes: Cheerleading, Crystal, having fun, team spirit, sad poetry, films about suicide, his eventual death.
Dislikes: When others are sad, people telling him to "shut up", failing at suicide attempts.
History: Clem was born in Gary, IL. From the moment he was born he led life with an untolerably happy spirit, the first thing he did when he was born was cheer. Many years of happiness, positivity and joyfullness lay ahead!
Until he discovered his psychic powers. Due to being a gifted with clairvoyance, he began to discover how much everyone hated him and so he turned onto the path of suicide. He was eventually sent to Whispering Rock, where he met the one person in the world that can tolerate talking with him for more than a few seconds: Crystal Flowers Snagrash. They've been BFF's for, like, ages!
Picture: b2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00091/22/38/91918322_m.jpg
Roleplay Sample: Clem dug his fingers hard into the palm of his hand, hoping that this only would punish him. Punish himself for existing, for trying to make everyone happy when obviously he couldn't.
His large teeth bit violently into his bottom lip, his eyes swelling up with tears he didn't deserve to shed. He wasn't human. He was an annoyance, not fit to live or even walk around humans.
His thoughts turned to Crystal, and he stared into the icy waters of the sea below. What would she do without him? Could he really betray her and their special secret suicide pact?
His feet shuffled as he stared down at the cliff below, and he took one last big breath. He clamped his arms round his sides, ready to jum-
His phone rang suddenly. Picking it up, he wiped away the tears from his face.
"Clem, where are you? You're going to miss cheer practise!" shouted the high pitched voice of one of the head cheerleaders.
"O.M.G.! Oh, I'm so totally sorry! I'll get there right away!" he cheered excitedly, as he hung up the call.
Racing away from the cliff he reminded himself he could die as soon as their team won the state finals! He cartwheeled in giddy ectascy.