Post by Soul on Dec 5, 2010 18:42:10 GMT -5
Name: Soul Evans
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 164 lbs
Physical Appearance: White spikey hair, headband that has a sticker saying 'SOUL' on it. Red eyes. Yellow and black hoodless jacket on. Maroon pants, yellow shoes with jagged black diamonds along the soles.
Picture: (optional) media.photobucket.com/image/soul%20evans%20soul%20eater/ShinigamiLaharl/SoulEater.png
Personality: He's incredibly laid-back but also forward in what he says. If someone hits his buttons wrong, he'll snap like a twig. He always tries to be "Mr. Cool" and judges things as cool or not, sometimes not doing things because they're uncool. He values a friend like he does his own life.
History: (how they came to go to Animated High, their life up to this point) He came from a place called Death City and another school there called Shibusen. He flunked basically all his classes, saying they were 'uncool' and going off to create mischief with his buddy Black Star. He eventually got expelled and moved to the nearest school he liked, Animated High. It was recommended by his older brother Wes since he's an alumni there.
House: Emberclaw
Allies: Death the Kid, Black Star, Maka, Mr. Trenton
Enemies: Medusa, Ino, Sakura
Love Interest: unknown
Year at School: junior
Favorite Subject: music
Peace or Power: He goes for a little of both
Sample Post: It was Soul's first day in Animated High and he wasn't excited to be here at all. He was only going here because his brother Wes had told his parents about it and they'd decided to go for it without even listening to Soul's opinion. Just like always. He wanted out, and he wanted to be on his own like he was at Shibusen High.
The good thing about this school was that its music program was great and he'd gotten into it. But that class wasn't until the end of the day. Right now was Spanish class, and he was walking around aimlessly looking for the classroom.
"Made it." he said as he walked in to the class. He looked around and noticed an old friend from Shibusen, Maka. He let out his signature sneer-like smile
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10''
Weight: 164 lbs
Physical Appearance: White spikey hair, headband that has a sticker saying 'SOUL' on it. Red eyes. Yellow and black hoodless jacket on. Maroon pants, yellow shoes with jagged black diamonds along the soles.
Picture: (optional) media.photobucket.com/image/soul%20evans%20soul%20eater/ShinigamiLaharl/SoulEater.png
Personality: He's incredibly laid-back but also forward in what he says. If someone hits his buttons wrong, he'll snap like a twig. He always tries to be "Mr. Cool" and judges things as cool or not, sometimes not doing things because they're uncool. He values a friend like he does his own life.
History: (how they came to go to Animated High, their life up to this point) He came from a place called Death City and another school there called Shibusen. He flunked basically all his classes, saying they were 'uncool' and going off to create mischief with his buddy Black Star. He eventually got expelled and moved to the nearest school he liked, Animated High. It was recommended by his older brother Wes since he's an alumni there.
House: Emberclaw
Allies: Death the Kid, Black Star, Maka, Mr. Trenton
Enemies: Medusa, Ino, Sakura
Love Interest: unknown
Year at School: junior
Favorite Subject: music
Peace or Power: He goes for a little of both
Sample Post: It was Soul's first day in Animated High and he wasn't excited to be here at all. He was only going here because his brother Wes had told his parents about it and they'd decided to go for it without even listening to Soul's opinion. Just like always. He wanted out, and he wanted to be on his own like he was at Shibusen High.
The good thing about this school was that its music program was great and he'd gotten into it. But that class wasn't until the end of the day. Right now was Spanish class, and he was walking around aimlessly looking for the classroom.
"Made it." he said as he walked in to the class. He looked around and noticed an old friend from Shibusen, Maka. He let out his signature sneer-like smile
