Alright, sorry it's been taking me so long to get on here, life's been really hectic lately and I just haven't had a chance at all, really. I feel awful. I really don't want this RP to die. Stray, accepted. Stagger...sorry, but no. If you want to know why, PM me.
As for the rest of it, I have a post already almost typed up, I'll be putting it into the IC soon. Az, I have a plan for where this RP is going. I'll tell you if you PM me, but I don't wanna give too much away right at the very start out in public like this, cheez =P
EDIT: Character sheet added.
Name: Emery Gerovich
Age: Eighteen
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Unknown as of yet
Appearance: Emery is a slight young man, standing at 5’ 9” and weighing in at 145 pounds. His build is lean and slender, toned but not particularly muscular; he looks the sort that would probably be fairly quick on his feet, but wouldn’t have a very hard punch. His hair is black, straight, and in a constant state of messiness that he can’t get rid of (and he does try). His skin is fair and his complexion smooth, and if you wanted to get a good idea of what his eyes looked like, take a look at a husky’s eyes: bright blue, the sort that cut into you like a knife. His face, and everything else about his appearance, tells of youth. In fact, most people guess him to be several years younger than he actually is at first glance. However, one look at the seriousness of his gaze and the draw of his lips will tell you of maturity beyond his years, and few people even make an attempt to guess at his age at that point.
He’s normally a fairly well-dressed individual, although he doesn’t over dress. The usual outfit he wears is neat, light blue jeans, and a casual button-down shirt, normally either black or white. For shoes, he likes to stick with sneakers (for the comfort factor). His right ear is pierced twice near the top, two plain, small silver rings, and he wears a sterling silver ring around the middle finger of his right hand. The only accessory he actually cares about, which he’s never seen without, is a simple, white gold bead in the shape of a vertical cylinder, held to his neck by a comfortably tied, thick, long black thread.
Bio: Very little is known about Emery’s history. Almost all of his records have been erased or destroyed and as such, most people couldn’t tell you much about him. His father was Derani Gerovich, and his mother was Maria Gerovich, both military high-ups who were discharged. To the public, he’s an extremely successful stock-holder, owning pieces of Microsoft, all of the high-end air transportation companies, several other telecommunications companies, and even frozen orange juice, among many others. It’s believed that his success in this field has led to his being the third wealthiest man in America, and the wealthiest eighteen-year-old by far. However, there are rumours that he also runs several illegal drug operations, and has ties with the CIA, but these things are merely speculation. After all, the press is always eager to make things up about the wealthy and successful, right?
Specialty: With a genius-level I.Q., Emery is skilled in several things. Although he doesn’t look it, he’s actually quite good at several forms of martial arts, all of which were personally developed by great masters he trained under overseas throughout the years. He knows how to use a firearm, although he refrains from it often. The vast majority of his skill comes from leading people and operations, the use of technology, and the like.
Anything Else: He absolutely loves cinnamon hearts candies, as well as those little Popeye candy sticks that are supposed to look like cigarettes. He likes food, and gets great enjoyment out of buying expensive meals, and trying exotic dishes and drinks.
The plot thickens. (-dun dun duuun-)