~Y.O.U.R. .C.H.A.R.A.C.T.E.R~
Name: Ismet Demir
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Hometown: Nicosia, Northern Cyprus
Personality: Ismet is a quiet person who prefers taking the backseat to being in charge. He’ll take charge if he has too, but he’s not all that good at it. Despite being terribly shy, he likes it when people notice him as an actual person and not just a little kid.
Appearance: Ismet is tanned with short dark colored hair and amber eyes, standing at only 5’3''. But he’s growing, he’ll tell to anyone who teases him about his less than stellar height. He normally doesn’t have an expression his face, keeping it blank to avoid dealing with people asking after his emotions. He normally wears things that look simple and are comfortable, wearing the theatre uniform when at work. He tends to avoid dressing fancily, because it makes him feel like a small child playing dress-up with his father’s clothes.
Occupation: Student (grade eleven) and part-time bus-boy for the Café.
Experience: He’s been working at the Café for about two months now, and no one has found any reason to complain about him.
Reason for joining: He wants to earn some extra money and wants to get out of the house more often.
History:Ismet was born to a poor family with little money to their name, despite the fact that their farm was quite prosperous. However, he never really noticed this and instead took notice of how little his parents were able to eat. To counteract this, Ismet ate less than he should because he knew that his parents would eat all of his leftovers. He also did what he could to help them out on the farm, taking on jobs that should have gone to people stronger than himself.
RP sample:((Stolen from Hetalia Academy))
Ismet sighed, looking up at the building before him. It was bigger -and nicer- than the buildings he was used to. He almost felt like he wasn’t good enough to be here. But that was nonsense; he had just as much right to be here as everyone else did. He didn’t want to be here, as his parents really did need him -at least, he thought they did- but he knew that he had to be here. And thus he would make the best of it. There was no use crying over the things he couldn’t change after all. He had to keep moving forward, and prove to his parents that they weren’t wasting their time and effort and money on him.
~O.U.T. .O.F. .C.H.A.R.A.C.T.E.R~
Name/Nickname: Abby
Age: 16
Country and Timezone: U.S.A GMT -5
AIM/MSN/Skype/Ect: MSN:
hikarisapphire@hotmail.comSkype: silver.star.94
Did you read the rules?: Yes. Pirates. Duh.
Any last words?: Monkeys.
