Post by greed on Sept 29, 2011 22:18:40 GMT -5
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HAINE ANEGLO.
Might controls Everything.
Might controls Everything.
FULL NAME.[/size][/color]
Angelo, Haine.
NICKNAME(S).[/size][/color]
Bastard and Colonel.
AGE & BIRTHDATE.[/size][/color]
Eighteen & February 29.st/th.
GENDER.[/size][/color]
Male.
RANKING.[/size][/color]
Digidestined.
DIGIEGG or OCCUPATION.[/size][/color]
First Category: Dragon Egg.
Second Category: Machine Egg.
FACE CLAIM.[/size][/color]
Air Gear - Kakiya.
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APPEARANCE.[/size][/color]
Head. Haine has a rather average sized head, he has a scar running down his left eye on his face which is covered by his glass. His large hair is an afro with a shade of black.
Torso. Haine spends most of his time during the day and when he isn't doing anything important, working out. His chest is very large and is splendidly cut around the edges. Around the stomach area Haine has a very well balanced out eight pack. Therefore unlike his chest, he doesn't really have any fat around the edges so that every part of his muscles are perfectly in detail. This makes his chest slightly inflate over his stomach making him look more defined in muscle mass. On his back is a giant X-shaped scar.
Arms. Haine's arms are probably the most defined muscles he has on his body. They are very large so that they match the size of his muscles. His triceps are very cut and every muscle's detail on the outside interior of the arm is visible while on the front interior of the arm just about all of his veins are clearly visible, but not too heavily. On his left hand in particular are the letters D, E, A, T, and H tattooed each on the back of his fingers.
Legs. This would probably have to be the strongest part of Haine's body being the most in shape. They are very defined in muscle definition. Only being average sized his legs also are just enough to match the size of his body. Overall, he stands at 6'3 FT and weights 200.
Clothing. Haine's clothing is calm but shows off his rebillious personality. Starting with his jacket, he normally wears fire red or crystal blue with the collar always raised. On the collar is a white crosses on each side along with a leather black scrap on the left side. In the back of his jacket is a few black scraps which are always tied. Undernearth his jacket, is a white t-shirt. Directly above the t-shirt, is a bandage around his neck which covers a few scars. Haine wears nothing but a simply pair of black leather pants that have a chain located from his left side. Around his belt is two holsters. For as shoes go, Haine is always seen in a decent pair of black boots to match his gloves.
PERSONALITY.[/size][/color]
POSITIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS:
NEGATIVE PERSONALITY TRAITS:
HISTORY.[/size][/color]
hometown; Tokyo, Japan.
family members; Father: Hannibal D. Angelo.
Mother: Brooke Angelo.
Angelo, Haine is the only son of America marine who hails from fame and riches. While his father is from America, his mother was born and raise in Japan. Haine was born Tokyo Japan on February 29 around 11:59 pm, bring joy to his family. His grandparents on his mother side, believed that Haine would have nothing but bad luck being born on a leap year but the way his father looked at it, was God making Haine unique from other children.
As a young boy who was no older then three, his mother began teaching Haine basic knowledge to further his growth later on in live. Being a young child, there was only some much he could understand but that wasn't good enough for his mother. Like most mothers, she wanted the best for her son. She kept working with Haine, day in to day out but there was little luck. Haine couldn't understand the difference between his B and D and other numbers or letters because of his dyslexia, but his mother wrote it off as being to young. His father on the other hand, continued to work with Haine but still had no luck but his father didn't give up. Haine was the sol heir to his father's throne.
Haine continued to grow into a child which most parents would loved to have. Despite having dyslexia, Haine loved to read and gain knowledge but struggled to attain it. It was around the age of ten, when his father see signs of dyslexia. He took his son to a doctor specialized in learning disabilities. After that one visit, he learned that his son was still intelligent but had trouble retaining information. His father had no problem couping with this. He went to work and came home every day to help his son with his homework or any assignment which was given to Haine. All Haine's father wanted was for him to succeed in this cold world. The two of them were going to beat the learning disability.
Soon enough, Haine learned tricks to over come his dyslexia. Things looked bright for him. Haine was welled liked at his school and pleased his parents. A leap year had came around, making Haine's true birthday return. His father had been deployed for six months and was going to be home in time for his son birthday. On the day of his birthday, while his father made his way home, his chopper was attacked before he had a chance to take off. The news hit Haine and his mother hard. His mother had come completely depress. She was always drinking. Soon enough, through drinking she became abusive. No more then three months had past and she committed suicide unable to deal with the death of her husband. Haine was forced to live with his aunt and uncle seeing how they had an empty room because their son left for college.
Haine had his own way of dealing with his father death. Haine was always on the computer and listening to music. He no longer wanted to talk to people or listen to what they had to say. Haine grew bored of people. During the midnight on Friday, his computer began acting weird. It began reading coding that Haine couldn’t comprehend. Being human, he slapped the computer a couple of times hoping it would go way but it did the opposite of that. A hand had appeared, dragging him into a weird world known as the Digital World.
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ONLINE HANDLE.[/size][/color]
Colonel, Greed, or Brooklyn.
AGE.[/size][/color]
Seventeen.
OTHER CHARACTERS?[/size][/color]
N/A.
PRETTY PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME...[/size][/color]
First Category: Dorumon.
Second Category: Kotemon.
RP SAMPLE.[/size][/color]
RESISTANCE - WHAT'S THIS SPARKLY.
God, this was fucked up! The last time Brooklyn was talk to the shemales but really, that was the only way to get off of this bloody island without being lost for hours and God forbid, days. That one normal seemed to be enjoying the company of this creatures which left Brooklyn with one chose...being lost on this island. He perpared himself for the worst that would happen while he was lost. As he began to turn around, he spotted the rather tall man ready to take action. Upon seeing that, Brooklyn smiled and crossed his arms, waiting for the fun to began. Though the fun hasn't began yet, it came to an end within seconds as the blonde placed her hand over the man's. "How disappointing." He uncrossed his arms and his smile faded away from existance similar to the shemale who no longer exist in this world. Brooklyn could see the blonde was rather bold, as she/he approached. Whatever this thing had to say better be quick and to the point, otherwise another one was going to bite the dust. The shemale maiden said what she had to say which Brooklyn gave her only one point for courage. Evil thoughts began to form in his head and process themselves into reality. Not once, did Brooklyn bother making eye contact with the thing, his eyes stayed on that man. He walked past the maiden, heading for him. As he walked away, he stated something to it. "It would be best if you don't say another word and run away with your 'sisters'." After he said what he had to say, he returned his gun to it's holster. He didn't this out of respect for the normal. Why? Because he saw this man picture in the newspaper at one point in his life but what the man did to earn that, well that was a different story all together.
Brooklyn stopped around about four feet away from the man. He now had a better look of him. He could see the creatures were all backing behind this man. So this man of fame, did love to get it on with this things. So sad. "Who are you, sir?" Brooklyn said, pointing at Lucifer. He could see the man had a katana as a weapon which meant, it would be best to use Alligator in this matter of situation instead of two hand guns. He gripped the top handle of Alligator, waiting for the man to answer. All he needed was a name and he was good to go. He wanted to see how this man's abilities stand against his own or was he another loser who the World Government gave a reward because they were pissed off. So many thoughts ran through his mind, causing Brooklyn's grip around the handle to grow tighter and tighter. But he couldn't help but to feel that the marines were close. Knowing those motherfuckers, he wouldn't be surprised if one of them was now an undercover shemale. Possibly calling for help, upon hearing the two rounds of gun shots. If that was the case, who would they send? Some rookies? Or the big boys? Thought that answer was base upon how well the World Government gave a crap about this island of disappointment.
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