Post by Brad Redfield on May 21, 2006 19:38:25 GMT
- General
Full Name: Brad Andrew Redfield
Age: 18
Type(elemental, elves): Wizard
- Appearance
Summary: Brad is topped with a head of buzzed, light brown hair that virtually always looks the same. It's styled as such for the sake of waking up and not having to lay a hand on his head. Many would say he has a great facial structure- very calm and firm.
His build, on another point, is quite incredible. Years of strainious work apparently pulled off as he has a well-defined chest and a set of chiseled, washboard abs. His arms bulge with muscular definition, making a majority of the shirts he wears somewhat... tight.
In the eye sockets of this strong, outgoing type are a pair of azure blue eyes that have a tendency to being compared to tropical beach waters. They tend to reflect his emotions whether or not he'd like them to.
Brad is also known for carrying an incredible smile. While it's not seen often, it's known to spring on people like a sudden rainbow or a shooting star- surprising and heart-melting.
Picture: i44.photobucket.com/albums/f47/Allthecharacters/Channing/Amazing.jpg
- Background
Personal History: Brad was born on an extremely stormy evening, just when the clouds parted to reveal the full moon. His parents were both normal human-beings, yet for some reason Brad took much after his Uncle. His "father" later discovered that his wife had cheated on him with his brother, and that Brad was in reality not his child.
For this reason, his "father" beat his mother, who was on the edge of death before Brad's real father came in and cast a curse on the false one. Brad had only been a baby at the time, but even now he remembers all the commotion.
He grew up raised by his real father- his mother had died later that night from the injuries. His father taught him everything about magic and how to weild it. He wanted to make sure Brad was never caught off-guard in case his false father ever came back. Eventually, his father decided it would be best for Brad to go off and learn more from experience. For this reason he was sent to Chimera's Institute.
Family: Just his father, Thomas Redfield.
Outlook on Life: Usually optimistic, Brad has a tendency to see deeper meanings behind everything.
- Sample Roleplaying Post
His azure blue orbs fell upon the dew-covered blades of freshly-trimmed grass, as the morning radiance wafted up into his nose and gave him that sense of "ready to get things accomplished". The figure with buzzed brown hair threw his glance across the school's soccer field, placing his hands on his hips and taking a deep breath with anticipation. As captain, he was virtually always earlier than everyone else. He would show up and set up the cones for drills, making sure they would be occupied and at the same time improving- yeah, it was a good system.
Cleet-underlined shoes stepped across the grass, the moist steps being somewhat comforting for this particular soccer fanatic. He crossed toward the center of the field, scanning the area from this new perspective as though expecting it to change. The school looked painted against the gray sky, so still and peaceful. That was another thing Duke Tatum enjoyed about morning practices. No other kids to come around and try to ruin his good time.
God-knew the last thing the soccer team needed was for those football players to come out saying there was some sort of scheduling mix-up. Last time that happened, Duke came out with a bloody nose- and that was nothing compared to the rest of the football and soccer team. He had gotten out quite well.
Chuckling at the thought, he removed his shirt and flexed his back muscles some- thoroughly enjoying the sensation of freedom against his chiseled upper-body. Quickly, he started jogging along the side-lines, rounding the corners with good timing and kicking a ball in front of him to practice control. Control was a vital aspect for him- considering he was the center forward. Smirking, he rounded early near the goal and placed a well-dealt kick onto the ball, sending it spiraling into the net. Perfect shot.
"Let's see what you got," He said playfully, jogging into the net space and waiting for her to fire on him.
Full Name: Brad Andrew Redfield
Age: 18
Type(elemental, elves): Wizard
- Appearance
Summary: Brad is topped with a head of buzzed, light brown hair that virtually always looks the same. It's styled as such for the sake of waking up and not having to lay a hand on his head. Many would say he has a great facial structure- very calm and firm.
His build, on another point, is quite incredible. Years of strainious work apparently pulled off as he has a well-defined chest and a set of chiseled, washboard abs. His arms bulge with muscular definition, making a majority of the shirts he wears somewhat... tight.
In the eye sockets of this strong, outgoing type are a pair of azure blue eyes that have a tendency to being compared to tropical beach waters. They tend to reflect his emotions whether or not he'd like them to.
Brad is also known for carrying an incredible smile. While it's not seen often, it's known to spring on people like a sudden rainbow or a shooting star- surprising and heart-melting.
Picture: i44.photobucket.com/albums/f47/Allthecharacters/Channing/Amazing.jpg
- Background
Personal History: Brad was born on an extremely stormy evening, just when the clouds parted to reveal the full moon. His parents were both normal human-beings, yet for some reason Brad took much after his Uncle. His "father" later discovered that his wife had cheated on him with his brother, and that Brad was in reality not his child.
For this reason, his "father" beat his mother, who was on the edge of death before Brad's real father came in and cast a curse on the false one. Brad had only been a baby at the time, but even now he remembers all the commotion.
He grew up raised by his real father- his mother had died later that night from the injuries. His father taught him everything about magic and how to weild it. He wanted to make sure Brad was never caught off-guard in case his false father ever came back. Eventually, his father decided it would be best for Brad to go off and learn more from experience. For this reason he was sent to Chimera's Institute.
Family: Just his father, Thomas Redfield.
Outlook on Life: Usually optimistic, Brad has a tendency to see deeper meanings behind everything.
- Sample Roleplaying Post
His azure blue orbs fell upon the dew-covered blades of freshly-trimmed grass, as the morning radiance wafted up into his nose and gave him that sense of "ready to get things accomplished". The figure with buzzed brown hair threw his glance across the school's soccer field, placing his hands on his hips and taking a deep breath with anticipation. As captain, he was virtually always earlier than everyone else. He would show up and set up the cones for drills, making sure they would be occupied and at the same time improving- yeah, it was a good system.
Cleet-underlined shoes stepped across the grass, the moist steps being somewhat comforting for this particular soccer fanatic. He crossed toward the center of the field, scanning the area from this new perspective as though expecting it to change. The school looked painted against the gray sky, so still and peaceful. That was another thing Duke Tatum enjoyed about morning practices. No other kids to come around and try to ruin his good time.
God-knew the last thing the soccer team needed was for those football players to come out saying there was some sort of scheduling mix-up. Last time that happened, Duke came out with a bloody nose- and that was nothing compared to the rest of the football and soccer team. He had gotten out quite well.
Chuckling at the thought, he removed his shirt and flexed his back muscles some- thoroughly enjoying the sensation of freedom against his chiseled upper-body. Quickly, he started jogging along the side-lines, rounding the corners with good timing and kicking a ball in front of him to practice control. Control was a vital aspect for him- considering he was the center forward. Smirking, he rounded early near the goal and placed a well-dealt kick onto the ball, sending it spiraling into the net. Perfect shot.
"Let's see what you got," He said playfully, jogging into the net space and waiting for her to fire on him.