I hope I can reserve a spot. It will be finished tomorrow, I promise. Here goes nothing.
Pilot Name: Jared Newport
Preferred Nickname: Carlisle
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Home Colony/Home planet/Country: His elders are originally descended from London. He had lived on Earth for some time before moving to a colony in Mars.
Pilot Appearance: One more inch and Jared would reach five feet. Such a sad fate he had. He never did realize that one inch makes no difference on the way people look at him; down. People in this day and age don't give a rat's ass about your height; it comes down to three things: looks, money, and talents. Jared is not
short of any of those in the list. Jared's hair would fall just below his eyes in dirty blonde color if it wasn't kept up in a girly headband. His eyes are your average, and boring, brown shade. Jared's love for running contributes to his brawny leg muscles. He never tried to get strong legs it just occurred from his tendency to jump off walls. Since Jared is a modern day human, he wears different outfits each day, but only two things stay the same about the way he dresses: the dull gray and black jacket and the headband.
Brief History: "Technology sucks and politics bore me." Jared said when he was thirteen. He never dreamed that he would be working with technology everyday in a political war. His parents were drafted into EXCEL when Jared was twelve. They were not soldiers, however, his mom was an elite medic, and his dad, well, was famous for his expertise in the study of dirt. Jared was never sure why they needed his father, but at least it got them rich. In school Jared passed, barely. He was able to do t he work and it wasn't that he didn't know the material. He just procrastinated, a lot. Since he had no other choice and he knew for certain he would get in, he joined EXCEL. Like he predicted, he was accepted to join the ranks. He has made some progress but very little. He has begun to learn physiology and medical procedures from his mom. It might be hard to do but he listens. He prays that this will help him rise to a higher status.
Personality: Jared is a hyperactive boy with a seemingly never ending source of energy; he bounces off the walls with an excitement that is very contagious. His smile is huge and bright; his excited rantings are very catchy; and he can barely sit still for more than two minutes. He always seems to be on the go, no matter what's going on. He's easily agitated and gets nervous when around girls that he likes - and when he's nervous, he smiles, laughs, and talks a lot. To go with his severe ADHD (Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder.) he has slight OCD (Obsessive-compulsive disorder). He tends to keep things, his room for example, in clean, sterile conditions. If they're not, it eats away at him until he breaks down, either doing something about it or, as unmanly as it might seem, cry. Jared is very creative, sadly that counters his ability for things like common cense and logical thinking. He is an art prodigy and an exceptional singer. Writing is his weakest ability, so he doesn't create his own lyrics. He is not shy at all, sometimes walking around the ship singing just to see if he can embarrass himself.
Additional Information:
Gundam Name:
ZGMF-X1
Gundam Nickname: Hrothgar
Gundam Appearance: The ZGMF-X1 is basically the
TAR-X1 with a few upgrades. Instead of the lackluster gray, its primary color is now shiny white, and the secondary color is, Jared's favorite, sapphire. The Hrothgar was made for recon purposes and attacks from above. When it comes to weapons The Hrothgar is the jack of all trades and the master of none. He spends his time telling the location of enemies. He will shoot down mobile suits if they get to close. He uses his ability, mirage colloid, to stay hidden most of the time, so if an enemy gets to close it's usually by accident. The mobile suit has wings, as sharp as blades, which are on its back.
Gundam Equipment: The Hrothgar brandishes an experimental beam assault rifle that supposedly can be used in close combat. The weapons name is
JDP3-MMX50, because Jared is not the best with memorization, he just calls it "The Gouge". The layout of "The Gouge" is fairly simple; it is a regular beam assault rifle with a blade that is sharp at the tip. Its purpose is to serve as a stabbing like weapon to get the mobile suit out of close combat predicaments. The mobile suit is equipped with one regular beam saber, just in case the weapon doesn't work. Jared has used the weapon numerous times without fail, though some pilots that use the same weapon have had problems.
Special Capabilities: The Hrothgar Gundam only has one ability; mirage colloid it is a cloaking system that, unlike the original version of the model, can be used while moving.
When in motion, brief glimpses of the suit can be seen by the naked eye. It may not hide the suit from certain radars.
RP Sample: This is from a Harry Potter role-play I was in. The site is
here! :)
A nice and sunny day it was. Perfect for swimming, riding a bike, or having sex on the beach. It wasn't hot either, because of the occasional cool breeze that drifted upon your face, and then blowing threw your hair (If you have any.) making the leaves in the trees rustle. August is a very nice and pleasant summer month. That is unless, of course, you are Ken Aaron Aguilera.
Summer, like all the other months, had many, many dangers. You could get eaten by birds, sunburned into a coma, and loose your taste in car crash because the driver was a demon; the possibilities go on and on.
Ken had just arrived at Hogwarts a few minutes ago. The train ride over to the enchanted castle was dull. It consisted of kids running around with sharp objects and eating chocolate until their stomachs burst open, literally. Ken was also very bad at realizing what fun for normal people was. Slipping and sliding down a five billion story water slide is considered boring in Ken's book. Oh and how much joy he got out of hours and hours of reading his mom's major in college, philosophy.
Anyway, he had just gotten out of the train. All the first years were supposed to ride in boats that held about twenty people each. The boats looked as if they were old and rotting and they smelled as if someone threw up rotten eggs and spoiled milk. Ken held his breath and clutched Martin, his bear, as tight as he could, and began ignoring the tentacle that shot out of the water, ignoring the Merpeople, and ignoring the giant man; they called him Hagrid; he was making the boat sink for god's sake.
"It's going to be okay." Ken whispered repeatedly; his eyes shut tight, squeezing his teddy bear. "Finally." Ken gasped for air. An enormous castle had come into view. Once he had seen Hogwarts the trip the journey became monotonous.
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The inside of the castle was as magnificent as the outside. Ken was in such a state of awe that he almost had an asthma attack. The first years were all made to line-up.
"You could…" A ragged old hat stared to sing. A few people stared to laugh and giggle, but Ken stood transfixed. Were they going to have to wear the hat? Is it man-eating? That was a sample of some of the many thoughts that went through his head.
The old lady with a tight bun put the hat down on a three-legged stool. We are going to have wear it, Ken pondered.
"Ken Aguilera." The lady shouted. He was worried. He had to wear an old hat with the whole school watching. He sat down in the stool. "I'm going to be in Hufflepuff" He muttered silently and repeatedly. The hat had barely touched his head when it shouted, "Ravenclaw!"
Ken choked, "Ravenclaw?!" he repeated but it was drown out by the "boos" and the clapping. To bewildered to speak anymore, he walked over to the crowed table full of blue and bronze ties.