Post by Clifford Westbrook on Sept 26, 2012 5:21:22 GMT -5
Clifford Alexander Westbrook
Out of Character
Alias: Lucas
Age: Skip
Gender: Male
RP Experience: Years kind of thing
How Did You Find Us?: Affiliates on another website
Activity Level: Probably one or two hours a day, though I probably would be reading some random thread rather than posting.
Other Characters: Nah I'm new.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:This post was from another web (Excuses the wizard-ish alternate universe). Though I swear I made it my own. Please contact me if I should change it.
Angus doesn't really care about girls much as he doesn't care about the stacks of school books on the table. In fact he thought about girls the same way as books. Not very fun, not very pleasant, not very easy and if you avoid it you're dead meat.
The dead meat part really did its job at the night before the day. At that time he was staring at the window with his hands under his head, ready to sleep. But not quite yet. Words had spread about the so called Miss Slytherin and Angus being a nice boy, considered to come.
That day he wore nothing awesome or artistic. No, his not going to join the contest and wear his mother's green dress with pointy diamonds. And no way because he is a normal boy leading a normal wizard life without the too girlish or flirty style. No way.
The Common Room glimmered with green like magic. Well of course it’s magic but Angus can’t stop himself from whistling happily while enjoying the Slytherin now even better Common Room. He thought if the Common Room can be like that for the rest of the year.
Music filled the room and after a few minutes he noticed his foot tapping at the ground. Pretty awesome, Angus thinks he'd like a bedroom like this without the stage and a few other girlish ornaments. The room looks like it's going to have an end of year girl's school party.
After a few minutes of green things, the what seems to be the host second year McLaggan started the show giving an absurd opening saying everything will be nice and all of that sort of stuff. Now that she said not to stain anyone, well that only gave Angus the idea.
Jacobs, another second year. Continued. And bang there was also a contest for the best dressed male. He looked down on himself, black muggle's sandals, a black silly t-shirt, plus black trousers. Not the typical boy would anyone see winning a contest. For a second he thought about running to his room and change his clothing. But that just felt silly for him. Anyway if he won, he'll have to dance with a girl that would probably be older than him.
Then a sixth year student walked at the stage. A prefect of the green house, Kasia Lisette. Angus clapped as he thought the others would after her speech. He took a glass of orange and started drinking. Not really trying to keep it spilling. Boy he was really careless not to forget that he is also dead clumsy.
Broken leg here, big scratch there. Lots and lots of faded scars all along his body. Even Angus's middle finger had once been cut and his mother had to connect it back to his hand. That's just gross—and painful. He brighten up at the thought of spilling a few drops of juice to someone, though that would probably get him into big trouble.
He put down the now empty glass and watched every detail of the first participant.
"Best luck," he murmured putting his hand back to his pocket.
General Information
Full Name: Clifford Alexander Westbrook
Gender: Boy
Birthday: 21/January/2001
Age: 11
Camp Experience: Don't know where to start, 1 week?
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Claim Status: No
Divine Parent: Demeter
Looks
Hair: Fauxhawk style or just simply messy, brown, not too long but not short either.
Eyes: Dark brown colour, the average type
Height: 4 ft / 51 inch
Weight: 50.5 lbs
Picture: Click
Playby: Jean-Luc Bilodeau
Dressing Style: Cliff's dad had enough to buy some t-shirt, cargo pants and sometimes jeans. He don't really care when it comes to dressing and style. So his plain old day would be full of t-shirts and cargo pants
General Appearance: When you walk past Cliff, you'll definitely looked at him. His looks draws attention not because he was handsome, well maybe a little but not only that. Cliff was just one of those cute kids that would go in front of strangers and say, "Hi Mister! You know what? Today's my birthday!"
He tries to be tidy and keeps his hair from messing but whatever works, hairs don't have brains do they? He wore any type of shirt as long as it fits him. That includes rainbows to emo.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description:
Cliff was a cheerful boy that really loved outdoor a lot. He was pretty good at cooking though he has not much interest in it. He tries to make everyone around him happy but he was not a troublemaker himself. Cliff smiles at everyone and always think positively. Though he gets really fussy when feeling upset.
Cliff was just any other kids. He loved chocolate, sweets and junk food. Don't forget he loves, soft drinks a lot. He knows it was very unhealthy for him but he couldn't stop himself.
Other than that Cliff was just a little childish, ADHD and ultra hyperactive boy with big dreams of making the world a happy place for everyone to live.
Likes:
- Outdoor
- Gardening
- Chocolate
- Plants
- Soft drinks
- Junk Food
Dislikes:
- Teased at
- Drinking medicine
- People telling him off
- Getting hurt
- Meat
- Storm
Fears:
- Doctors
- Dead things
- Monster
Secrets:
- Cliff took great care to hide the fact that he really was afraid of fire.
Ambitions:
- Meet his mum
- Owning a massive garden
Powers: Cliff has the power to nature, making plants grew faster and plant things at his own will. Other he also could talk to pigs, drakons and lizards like geckos being the sacred animal of his mother though he never really thought it would somehow be stupidly useful.
Family and HistoryCliff's mortal side family was a rather fair family. They don't need to beg at the streets but they would have to be quite prudent when it comes to money, though no one ever complained about it. Money was one of the reason Cliff has never been to school because schools for troubled kids are quite expensive. But of course that wasn't the biggest reason. The farm his dad maintain was only a legacy since Cliff's grandfather decided to retire from agriculture to spend his old days in a near town.
Cliff's dad Edward Westbrook treated Cliff like a golden child. It was his only child since he never thought about marrying some woman. They would spend the time together as much as he could. Edward's parents lived in the town nearby, they were pretty friendly too though his grandfather has something about discipline.
Personal History:
Cliff's dad has no idea what date was Cliff born at. Neither does Cliff himself. His dad thinks that Cliff was born at the night he appeared in front of the house, 21 January 2006, so on they'll act like it really was his birth date and threw in birthday parties on that date.
His dad met the goddess on one not very spectacular day. It was harvesting time where Edward Westbrook hired a few handful of workers he could afford and took the day off. The goddess met him at the fields where he had just checked on the harvesting progress. The woman was beautiful and she started fussing about his way of farming, they spent the whole day together and Edward knew he really fell in love with that woman.
The next morning she was gone. Leaving not a thing except a few little knowledge that only Edward shared to himself. The workers he hired claimed that no one had been with him the entire time yesterday. Confused, but he knew better that his life was already odd from the start. He was a mortal with little more power to see through the mist, and mists doesn't include ice cream carts do they?
His grandmother and grandfather were very eager to have a grandson. They were happy with Cliff though they were very curious of his mother. When they asked his father for an explanation, he would just shrug his shoulder and says, "Gone". Other than his grandmother and grandfather and of course his father, Cliff doesn't have much anyone else. His social life was very limited though he knew there were still neighbours 50 kilos from his house.
Cliff himself grew up without knowing his godly side of the family. Some monsters comes and leaves, not much attacked him having such faint scent. He has a wonderful record of meeting only three monsters during his time at his dad's farm. His dad would usually just took Cliff for a drive down the countryside until the monsters leave.
Cliff never went to school. His dad didn't think it was important either and Cliff himself doesn't mind. At somedays his dad would buy pictured books and the two will read it until dark. He understood really much that his son has Dyslexia and ADHD.
Day by day would probably sound boring but Cliff enjoyed the countryside a lot. He lived in a small house with his dad, at weekends the two would visit Cliff's mortal Grandma and Grandpa at the cities. Other days he would help his dad farming or play with the chickens at the barn or wonder around the farm himself.
Cliff first trip to camp was with his dad. There had been an excruciatingly increase of visiting monster that was way more harmful than usual. His dad had mentioned about a Summer Camp every now and then. After what seems to be a minotaur's destructive visit, the two decided to hop on the truck and drive to the "camp" with an angry minotaur following behind.
Edward knew he might miss his son when he sended him to camp. But he knew better than risk another minotaur. Edward took Cliff until the very front of what seems to be a barrier at his eyes. Cliff only nodded and promised he'll be back. Cliff knew he would feel sorry leaving his dad alone on the farm but being with him would also harm his dad.
"It's only for Summer right?"
And at the last sentence he closed the truck's door and ran over the top of the hills. He was sad, but he learned not to cry from his grandfather. "Ay, crying ain't for you young man," he would say. Cliff took a last grim smile and ran as fast as he could to the top of the hill.
He started humming a tune. He wasn't very musical but he liked music.
"Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
And all the tune he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away....."
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off."
And it did. His old cap flew away with the wind. He considered to reach for it though he knew the minotaur was closing in fast. He thought he heard laughter but he only shaked his head and ran off."The wind shall blow my top-knot off."
Mortal Parent: Edward Westbrook
Other Family:
- Jane Westbrook (Grandma)
- Jonathan Westbrook (Grandpa)
And Finally...
I, Lucas, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes
(C) Tom, the Piper's Son with modification
