Post by poru on Oct 6, 2012 19:57:07 GMT -5
JOÃO FERREIRA HENRIQUES
Name:[/font][/size][/b][/u] João Ferreira Henriques (born Inácio Luís Iñíguez Carriedo)[/font]
Nickname:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Joe, Joey, etc.; "The Lost Prince"[/font]
Nationality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Penuria, born in Pariter [[Portugal]][/font]
Gender:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Male[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 27[/font]
Social Rank:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Nobility[/font]
Occupation:[/font][/size][/b][/u] White Pawn[/font]
Hair Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Dark brown[/font]
Eye Color:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Brown[/font]
Weight:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 150lbs (68kg)[/font]
Height:[/font][/size][/b][/u] 5'9'' (175cm)[/font]
Special Features:[/font][/size][/b][/u] Probably the most noticeable thing about João is the vertical scar across his left eye. He's actually partly blind in it, and if one were to look close enough, they would see that the pupil and iris are very slightly marred. He also has less formidable, more common scars across the rest of his body. He's tanned and well-built, and usually wears his hair in a ponytail over his shoulder.[/font]
Likes:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
•The arts
•Cork[/ul][/color][/font]
Dislikes:[/font][/size][/b][/u]
•Being mistaken for Antonio.[/ul][/color][/font]
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Personality:[/font][/size][/b][/u] João is a laid-back, gentle and mature type; a man of few words who appears sensitive and serious. In keeping with his outer persona, it isn't difficult to push him around. He mostly carries a slow-paced and soothing aura about him. He has odd moments of spacing out and dwelling on the past, often at the strangest of times, phases one would refer to as 'saudades', a word difficult to translate fully in English.
However, under the right circumstances, he can also maintain a mostly serious state of mind. He seems to gain almost a completely different demeanor under pressure or in intense moments, going from being happy and relaxed to being serious and silent, to the point where he can come across as cold and intimidating, the complete opposite of what he's really like. If angered enough, his rage can be terrifying.
Overall, though, he's kind-hearted, and though his timid exterior doesn't seem to show it, very courageous. He's also fairly practical and incredibly strong, both physically and mentally. If he ever puts a foot wrong, he'll feel bad about it for quite some time afterwards, and try to fix it as best he can. Otherwise, he's not so difficult to read, really.
He likes to consider himself a good old fashioned adventurer
History:[/font][/size][/b][/u] (At least three good paragraphs)[/font]
Additional Information:[/font][/size][/b][/u] (here)[/font]
Roleplay Sample:[/font][/size][/b][/u] ((Historical, based off a page from a doujin called Maaf, which is centric on the colonisation of South East Asia. Not Atheros verse, but I do feel it's relevant anyway.))
There is silence, and it's as if time has stopped, and is delaying the inevitable. The ocean is calm, the sky is empty and the sun is beating down, gracing the water and refracting, sparkling. The ships are still, all seventeen or eighteen of them; the one beneath his feet is so still that it's almost as if he's walking on land again... But no. The land is on the horizon - Malaysia is close enough; so very close, and yet so very far.
The raids will prove successful, he tells himself. He is the Portuguese Empire, and this is his conquest, and Malacca is peaceful now but will thrive under his rule. He needs these thoughts, and the convincing words of his King and noblemen, to know that the actions will not be in vain. To secure the spice trade. To remain on par with Espanha and Holanda and Inglaterra. For whatever reason he needs.
He draws in a breath through his nose, and shuts his eyes, and now in the otherwise utter silence he can hear the waves, as small as they are, lapping against the side of the ship. For a moment, he equates himself to the ocean; the great expanse he had once dreamed of exploring - that very dream now a reality. He thinks that the ocean, like himself, can one minute be serene and harmless... And raging and destructive the next.
'What have I become?'
The comparison is unsettling.
He seeks what little solace he can find by clutching at the cross around his neck tightly, bringing the worn shape to his lips. And he asks - he asks knowing that his request is too much to weigh against his actions, as the fleet begins to ready the cannons, anticipating his orders to attack like a pack of ravenous wolves, watching, waiting... "Please forgive me."
The necklace drops down to his armoured chest with a gentle chink, and with another deep exhale, his eyes are open again, and Malacca is back in view, and though he prays his redemption doesn't fall on deaf ears, he must give the order now, or never.
"Fire!"[/font]
Alias:[/font][/size][/b][/u] (here)[/font]
Age:[/font][/size][/b][/u] (here)[/font]
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Credits:
[/font]Application Code made by B and C. Lyrics by Temposhark, song “Don’t Mess With Me”[/font][/center]