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Description
What kind of pose is that

Basic Information
Name: Contour
Age: 200 (ish. Around that number.)
Height: 182 cm (6 Feet)
Species: Dragon

Academic Information
Level: Intermediate
Current Classes: SHD 401, SHD 402, SHD 403
Passed Classes: SHD 102, SHD 103, NEC 102, SHD 201, SHD 203, SHD 204, SHD 302, SHD 303, SHD 304
Experience: 3993

Personal Information

Likes:
- Hiding.
- Solitude. He likes being alone.
- Quiet
- Warm food~
- Peace. He's not very fond of fighting, but will not hesitate to attack if you provoke him.
- The dark. It's the only place where he feels quite safe.
- High places.
- The cold and the wind
- Fans (especially the ones that run on electricity and go round and round really quickly)
- He likes the howler

Dislikes:
- Heat. Which is horrid, because he has pyrokinesis
- Climbing
- Wasting his time
- Pushing limits
- Loud and Obnoxious people in particular
- People who don't mind their own business
- People invading his personal space
- People
- Loss of freedom. The earliest memory he had was being cooped up in a stasis tube with tubes through his body.
- Any kind of conflict
- That new assistant shadowmancy teacher
- Probably you

Fears:
- Loosing his freedom. Again.
- Loosing the people close to him.
- Fire.

Strengths:

Physical:
- Pyrokinetics. He has the ability to manipulate fire to a certain degree, but he seldom uses it to fight. All he really uses it is to cook and light up places.

- He is extremely well-versed with the bo-staff and keeps an extendable one behind him.
- Has access to beginner Shadowmancy magic

Weaknesses:

Physical:
- Not very experienced in combat (apart from his staff)
- Cannot excel to his fullest powers. He either hates what he's capable of manipulating, or he gets exhausted easily.

- Average speed and strength. He has always relied on strategy, and never really had to push himself. He isn't particularly fast or strong.

- Cyromancy. Which is a shame, because he really likes it~
- Does not have very fast reflexes. Everything is calculated in his world, so he can't take any ambush or sudden movement without a huge dollop of luck
- Is not a short range fighter.
- Hopeless without his weapons. Not entirely hopeless, but he's not very good at hand to hand combat in comparison to his bo-staff.
- Cannot manipulate his own shadow.

Mental:
- He is not very confident in his abilities. This is one of his major weaknesses. Even though he might be able to calculate how far he can throw something or anything like that, he will hesitate for quite a long time and probably withdraw into another tactic.

Goals: To gain more confidence at his experienced fields. That's probably it. Probably

Personality: An extremely reserved and calm character, Contour is silent and quite humble in terms of social interaction. He doesn't particularly look up or down on people (if he does, he would never tell) but will avoid them altogether. He keeps many things to himself and often strays from groups of people (although small talk wouldn't hurt...probably.)
Contour, however, is extremely judgemental. He can find flaws in nearly every single thing, especially himself. He is a very good critic and his words can hurt when he wants to. What everyone calls great and awesome, he calls natural. He is rather pessimistic and always tucks his gloves hands in his pockets, as if he's always under the weather.
Contour's life is based around organisation and calculation. He plans his schedules in his head and always arrives on time, whether in a good state or not. He isn't fussy about whether things are in right places or not - he just wants them where he needs them. He is also rather diligent; willing to spend weeks - even months - honing his skills. He is quite studious and reads books for knowledge, not for fun. He is willing to do all this ...alone.

History: The earliest memory he had consisted of being immobile, trapped in a tank with clear, purple liquid he later learnt was a stasis tube, with tubes sticking out of his body. The hall he was in consisted of hundreds of rows of tubes very much like his, all with someone, something , sleeping inside them. They were all still, lifeless. It horrified him, and pained him so much that scientists had to put him back to comatose. He wasn't supposed to be awake then, at it was a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

When he woke again, he was in a laboratory, and he was the only specimen in the room. He was named Subject 101. Scientists drained the liquid from his tube and pulled the needles out of his body. He was dressed in scrubs and locked in a small, white room, never to be let out again. They fed him and let him roam in his room, but that was it. Sometimes a scientist came in his room for some tests, but nevertheless he was alone in a place he did not know where.

Every night, when he tried to sleep, he could hear metal being shook and machines being activated, smell the sick fumes of chemical and blood, see those lifeless bodies he saw when he was in his tank, and feel the pain from the screams and cries from outside his door. One, he had the courage to look though the crack of his door, he saw a struggling, mutated creature being strapped to a metal table and wheeled in. It was horrifying, and he dreaded the day when it came when it was his turn to lie on the cold metal.

Luckily for him, it never came.

One morning, after so many long years - there was a blackout. He could see pretty clearly in the dark, so when his door unlocked itself, he did not hesitate to leave. As he ran in the dark, he could hear strings of firing, rings of laser being activated, and many shouts of "Get him!" and "He's over there!". Bullets and lasers were were fired everywhere, several of them grazing his skin, one puncturing is left shoulder. However, not all the bullets were aimed for him - bullets were shot at other running specimens as well.

Unfortunately for him, he did not know the laboratory he was in, and soon met a dead end. He was noticed by a soldier, who having run out of ammo for a big gun, aimed a smaller gun at him. The first one hit his stomach, the second one grazed his neck, and he braced impact for the third one that was surely aiming for his head. As he turned to his left to hide himself from the gun, he saw a flash of yellow coming towards him in breaking speed.

The gun fired.

-------

When he came to, he was alone. There was no one next to him, no one near him. He was in a place he did not know, and he was afraid. But when he looked around, there was no walls, no door. There was only a bed of white below him.

It was cold and snowing when he realised he was free. Free from everything he had experienced in his life. No screams, no metal, none of that sickly chemical smells - he was alone in the snow, in an alley, with people walking about on the street before him, and horses trotting along the roads, pulling cars behind them. Beside him was a rough blanket, some silver coins, and several sheets of paper. He never knew what the paper was for, due to the fact that he never learnt how to read, but he kept it folded near him wherever he went.

After a decade, when he had blended with the world he was in and was quite familiar with the language, he opened up the yellowed pieces of paper. Those sheets were from the laboratory he was in, and they included his gender, his blood type, and the results of the experiments conducted on him when he was younger. From these sheets of paper, he learnt what he was, and what abilities he had and was capable of achieving. On the very top of the first piece of paper, Subject 101 was crossed out, and was replaced by another word written in rather scratchy handwriting:

"Contour".

Misc. Information:

Also known as random, useless information.

From years of living alone, Contour is rather experienced in domestic work.
Although right-handed, he can only write with his left.

Relationshippies: because i get bored

Crushes on | Loves romantically | Loves as family | Doesn't really care | Friends with | Respects | Close with | Rivalry/Dislike | Fears

Fayne: Both of them share a friendly-rival relationship: they pair up together whenever they can for their assignments, but they can never stay in one room together without trying to beat each other up.
Felix: Maybe you'd get another yellow dot if you'd STOP STEALING HIS BOOKS
Ioren: The howler was the first person he met in school, the first person he talked to, and the first person he befriended. Hopefully, Ioren would be the first and only person he had feelings for.
Kaine: Next time, just stick with ripping wings :'D Contour is seriously scarred for life.

Kichi: You get an orange dot because despite how much Contour doesn't like you, you're a graduate, and that deserves respect.

Mirage: Contour finds Mirage a good friend and a great listener. Partly because the silver-haired student is quiet and extremely patient, but mostly because there's something quite strong in him that makes him an incredible support.
Myrim: Part of him doesn't mind the little dragon running about and latching onto him - but part of him isn't so sure how to deal with it.
Noctia: Make sure you keep your distance - Contour isn't very fond of snoopers.
Pet: Pet was his third opponent in the tourney. Other than he's quite polite, Contour doesn't know what else to think of him.
Sol: Doesn't know what to make of the silver haired student yet.

Roleplay Information
Chatroom Availability: I'm available
IM Availability: Notes! Comments! The two I do really well with~
How did you find #OtherWorlde ?: I was introduced to this by a good friend

Script Sample: ((See in Darvenel's app cuz im lazyyy))

Paragraph Sample: ((Yeeeh my preferred way of rppppp cuz its like writing a storyyy))

((Just go to Darvenel's app anyway))

Description
What kind of pose is that

Basic Information
Name: Contour
Age: 200 (ish. Around that number.)
Height: 182 cm (6 Feet)
Species: Dragon

Academic Information
Level: Intermediate
Current Classes: SHD 401, SHD 402, SHD 403
Passed Classes: SHD 102, SHD 103, NEC 102, SHD 201, SHD 203, SHD 204, SHD 302, SHD 303, SHD 304
Experience: 3993

Personal Information

Likes:
- Hiding.
- Solitude. He likes being alone.
- Quiet
- Warm food~
- Peace. He's not very fond of fighting, but will not hesitate to attack if you provoke him.
- The dark. It's the only place where he feels quite safe.
- High places.
- The cold and the wind
- Fans (especially the ones that run on electricity and go round and round really quickly)
- He likes the howler

Dislikes:
- Heat. Which is horrid, because he has pyrokinesis
- Climbing
- Wasting his time
- Pushing limits
- Loud and Obnoxious people in particular
- People who don't mind their own business
- People invading his personal space
- People
- Loss of freedom. The earliest memory he had was being cooped up in a stasis tube with tubes through his body.
- Any kind of conflict
- That new assistant shadowmancy teacher
- Probably you

Fears:
- Loosing his freedom. Again.
- Loosing the people close to him.
- Fire.

Strengths:

Physical:
- Pyrokinetics. He has the ability to manipulate fire to a certain degree, but he seldom uses it to fight. All he really uses it is to cook and light up places.

- He is extremely well-versed with the bo-staff and keeps an extendable one behind him.
- Has access to beginner Shadowmancy magic

Weaknesses:

Physical:
- Not very experienced in combat (apart from his staff)
- Cannot excel to his fullest powers. He either hates what he's capable of manipulating, or he gets exhausted easily.

- Average speed and strength. He has always relied on strategy, and never really had to push himself. He isn't particularly fast or strong.

- Cyromancy. Which is a shame, because he really likes it~
- Does not have very fast reflexes. Everything is calculated in his world, so he can't take any ambush or sudden movement without a huge dollop of luck
- Is not a short range fighter.
- Hopeless without his weapons. Not entirely hopeless, but he's not very good at hand to hand combat in comparison to his bo-staff.
- Cannot manipulate his own shadow.

Mental:
- He is not very confident in his abilities. This is one of his major weaknesses. Even though he might be able to calculate how far he can throw something or anything like that, he will hesitate for quite a long time and probably withdraw into another tactic.

Goals: To gain more confidence at his experienced fields. That's probably it. Probably

Personality: An extremely reserved and calm character, Contour is silent and quite humble in terms of social interaction. He doesn't particularly look up or down on people (if he does, he would never tell) but will avoid them altogether. He keeps many things to himself and often strays from groups of people (although small talk wouldn't hurt...probably.)
Contour, however, is extremely judgemental. He can find flaws in nearly every single thing, especially himself. He is a very good critic and his words can hurt when he wants to. What everyone calls great and awesome, he calls natural. He is rather pessimistic and always tucks his gloves hands in his pockets, as if he's always under the weather.
Contour's life is based around organisation and calculation. He plans his schedules in his head and always arrives on time, whether in a good state or not. He isn't fussy about whether things are in right places or not - he just wants them where he needs them. He is also rather diligent; willing to spend weeks - even months - honing his skills. He is quite studious and reads books for knowledge, not for fun. He is willing to do all this ...alone.

History: The earliest memory he had consisted of being immobile, trapped in a tank with clear, purple liquid he later learnt was a stasis tube, with tubes sticking out of his body. The hall he was in consisted of hundreds of rows of tubes very much like his, all with someone, something , sleeping inside them. They were all still, lifeless. It horrified him, and pained him so much that scientists had to put him back to comatose. He wasn't supposed to be awake then, at it was a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

When he woke again, he was in a laboratory, and he was the only specimen in the room. He was named Subject 101. Scientists drained the liquid from his tube and pulled the needles out of his body. He was dressed in scrubs and locked in a small, white room, never to be let out again. They fed him and let him roam in his room, but that was it. Sometimes a scientist came in his room for some tests, but nevertheless he was alone in a place he did not know where.

Every night, when he tried to sleep, he could hear metal being shook and machines being activated, smell the sick fumes of chemical and blood, see those lifeless bodies he saw when he was in his tank, and feel the pain from the screams and cries from outside his door. One, he had the courage to look though the crack of his door, he saw a struggling, mutated creature being strapped to a metal table and wheeled in. It was horrifying, and he dreaded the day when it came when it was his turn to lie on the cold metal.

Luckily for him, it never came.

One morning, after so many long years - there was a blackout. He could see pretty clearly in the dark, so when his door unlocked itself, he did not hesitate to leave. As he ran in the dark, he could hear strings of firing, rings of laser being activated, and many shouts of "Get him!" and "He's over there!". Bullets and lasers were were fired everywhere, several of them grazing his skin, one puncturing is left shoulder. However, not all the bullets were aimed for him - bullets were shot at other running specimens as well.

Unfortunately for him, he did not know the laboratory he was in, and soon met a dead end. He was noticed by a soldier, who having run out of ammo for a big gun, aimed a smaller gun at him. The first one hit his stomach, the second one grazed his neck, and he braced impact for the third one that was surely aiming for his head. As he turned to his left to hide himself from the gun, he saw a flash of yellow coming towards him in breaking speed.

The gun fired.

-------

When he came to, he was alone. There was no one next to him, no one near him. He was in a place he did not know, and he was afraid. But when he looked around, there was no walls, no door. There was only a bed of white below him.

It was cold and snowing when he realised he was free. Free from everything he had experienced in his life. No screams, no metal, none of that sickly chemical smells - he was alone in the snow, in an alley, with people walking about on the street before him, and horses trotting along the roads, pulling cars behind them. Beside him was a rough blanket, some silver coins, and several sheets of paper. He never knew what the paper was for, due to the fact that he never learnt how to read, but he kept it folded near him wherever he went.

After a decade, when he had blended with the world he was in and was quite familiar with the language, he opened up the yellowed pieces of paper. Those sheets were from the laboratory he was in, and they included his gender, his blood type, and the results of the experiments conducted on him when he was younger. From these sheets of paper, he learnt what he was, and what abilities he had and was capable of achieving. On the very top of the first piece of paper, Subject 101 was crossed out, and was replaced by another word written in rather scratchy handwriting:

"Contour".

Misc. Information:

Also known as random, useless information.

From years of living alone, Contour is rather experienced in domestic work.
Although right-handed, he can only write with his left.

Relationshippies: because i get bored

Crushes on | Loves romantically | Loves as family | Doesn't really care | Friends with | Respects | Close with | Rivalry/Dislike | Fears

Fayne: Both of them share a friendly-rival relationship: they pair up together whenever they can for their assignments, but they can never stay in one room together without trying to beat each other up.
Felix: Maybe you'd get another yellow dot if you'd STOP STEALING HIS BOOKS
Ioren: The howler was the first person he met in school, the first person he talked to, and the first person he befriended. Hopefully, Ioren would be the first and only person he had feelings for.
Kaine: Next time, just stick with ripping wings :'D Contour is seriously scarred for life.

Kichi: You get an orange dot because despite how much Contour doesn't like you, you're a graduate, and that deserves respect.

Mirage: Contour finds Mirage a good friend and a great listener. Partly because the silver-haired student is quiet and extremely patient, but mostly because there's something quite strong in him that makes him an incredible support.
Myrim: Part of him doesn't mind the little dragon running about and latching onto him - but part of him isn't so sure how to deal with it.
Noctia: Make sure you keep your distance - Contour isn't very fond of snoopers.
Pet: Pet was his third opponent in the tourney. Other than he's quite polite, Contour doesn't know what else to think of him.
Sol: Doesn't know what to make of the silver haired student yet.

Roleplay Information
Chatroom Availability: I'm available
IM Availability: Notes! Comments! The two I do really well with~
How did you find #OtherWorlde ?: I was introduced to this by a good friend

Script Sample: ((See in Darvenel's app cuz im lazyyy))

Paragraph Sample: ((Yeeeh my preferred way of rppppp cuz its like writing a storyyy))

((Just go to Darvenel's app anyway))