Post by hassan on Jun 26, 2011 22:05:00 GMT -5
IC
Character Name: Gupta Muhammad Hassan
Nationality: Egypt
Gender: Male
Birthday: 28nd of February
Age: 27
Education: Bachelor's Degree in Design & Digital Media
Occupation: Web designer, digital design, amateur photography
Family: A mother
Hometown: Cairo, Egypt
Starting Town: New York, USA
Brief History: Gupta was born and raised in Cairo He was raised by a single mother who would go off on archaeological travels, and though they were long, she would always come back with a different thing to teach him, mainly the symbols of ancient scriptures and hieroglyphics. The boy would spend much of his time copying the symbols and perfecting the designs as an art, as well as moulding them into pottery as a pastime. One day while he was a teen, his mother never came back and it was reported that her archaeological exploration team disappeared.
At the time he was old enough to care for himself and he did, making enough cash to feed himself by working odd jobs and selling crafts as he finished up school. His art skills drove him to go in the direction of the arts, deciding to move to New York, one of the most creative cities in the world, to showcase his work on the streets to make an easier buck. Unfortunately that ended up with him becoming more broke than before and having a rather nasty working experience as a tattoo artist.
Two years after at age twenty, he had quite enough of that. Taking student loans and gathering up the rest of the money he possessed, he went to a local community college and learned how to operate a computer. At first Photoshop was the only programme that caught his fancy with its ability to make graphic images, but soon he was caught up in Dreamweaver and making web pages, and simply being given the ability to weave something out of nothing, a skill he had adored his entire life. Obviously he mastered that and graduated four years after, finding success in that field and earning enough for a proper living.
Personality: First and foremost, Gupta dislikes speaking. He does not speak to strangers and if he is asked something that cannot be answered by body language, he shall not answer at all. And because nearly everyone is a stranger to him, he uses his voice once in a blue moon. Because of this personal preference, much of his work with clients is done via email, which he finds a much more reliable source than speaking as he has official documents of their conversation if any charges were to be pressed against either party.
Despite being a younger man, he usually acts like an old fart. He is stubborn and sneaky, secretive and critical. But he is good-willed and fair-minded, having no interest in cash besides filling his stomach and sleeping under a roof each night. In the meantime, he shall act friendly to his clients or cohorts, but in his own special way; one which usually includes an unemotional face that wards others off. He does not mind a couple people approaching him, but when a whole group is staring at him he tends to shy away.
Appearance: Tan skin, black hair and green eyes. A few inches shorter than the Italians, as seen in the panels (although no official height is given). His expression is never seen as anything less than deadpan. Piercings are at both lobes and from the bottom of his neck to the centre of his back stretches a black tattoo in the shape of an Ankh. Occasionally patterns on his hands, back, and shoulders change for when henna wears off and whenever he applies another design.
Fashion Style: A mix of hipster and formal. V-neck shirt, skinny jeans, keffiyeh, a pair of nice leather shoes, and a business jacket if attending a meeting or if it gets a bit chilly. Usually wears gold earrings.
Goals: As being an artist is a difficult task, mainly with all the competition, he would like to keep his reputation as a respected designer in the digital media community so his career does not go down the toilet like last time.
Secret: He loves to belly dance.
Other: He is an enthusiast for exotic animals and keeps a black jackal and a blue falcon as pets. His air conditioner is also the noisiest piece of junk people will ever hear in their entire lives, which drives the neighbours in his flat complex mental.
RP Sample:
From another roleplay. If you need something that pertains to this setting, I’ll whip one up for you.
Mornings on the ship were tiresomely slow. Most of the men were night owls, or just liked to party hard the night before, but by the time the sun came up the gang of fearsome pirates were reduced to sleepy, cranky men with hangovers. It was usually peaceful and quiet, with groans when they attempted to pick themselves up on their feet or a few groggy "morning"s passed around between them.
The men dragged themselves to the kitchen tables and once foot was in front of them and they began to fill their bellies, everything began to liven. A few jokes were told of the night before, some remembering things they wished they hadn't, the deck was usually a lightly toned place.
It was halfway through breakfast when the door crept open and the most unlikely person crept out; the engineer. Gupta felt the room grow not silent, but completely void of even a breath. His frown stretched at the reaction. He walked at a normal pace, his footsteps the only thing within an ear's reach. He had only himself to blame for his appearance to be so stressed, since most of the men never saw him without a wrench in hand and his honey eyes covered by thick red goggles. But he had woken up late, a bit after sunrise, so he did not have the privilege to rummage for food and dine alone in his quarters as usual.
His pace quickened when he grabbed an apple and turned for the exit, his ears picking up whispers in the vicinity. He couldn't help but wonder what they were coming up with now to explain for his lack of social communication. If there was another thing interesting about his cabin mates, it was their vast imaginations.
Shuffling out of the room he quickly closed the door and hurried off to the engine room, the tension from the other place managing to leave him with a couple beads of sweat on his neck - quickly soaked up by his scarf. He settled himself on top of one of the machines and took a bite of the fruit, listening to the healthy repeating clanks of clogs. He would have to make a mental note to not drag attention to himself again, others may get too curious of what occupied him down here all day and night.
OOC
Name: Allonsy
Age: Seventeen
Contact Info: Skype: pocobou
Website: spacerave
Other: Forgive me if I may not be up to par with your typing level at first, usually I do mirror the amount another person posts in the same thread but I have been on a roleplay hiatus for four months now. It shouldn't take me long to bounce back.
Character Name: Gupta Muhammad Hassan
Nationality: Egypt
Gender: Male
Birthday: 28nd of February
Age: 27
Education: Bachelor's Degree in Design & Digital Media
Occupation: Web designer, digital design, amateur photography
Family: A mother
Hometown: Cairo, Egypt
Starting Town: New York, USA
Brief History: Gupta was born and raised in Cairo He was raised by a single mother who would go off on archaeological travels, and though they were long, she would always come back with a different thing to teach him, mainly the symbols of ancient scriptures and hieroglyphics. The boy would spend much of his time copying the symbols and perfecting the designs as an art, as well as moulding them into pottery as a pastime. One day while he was a teen, his mother never came back and it was reported that her archaeological exploration team disappeared.
At the time he was old enough to care for himself and he did, making enough cash to feed himself by working odd jobs and selling crafts as he finished up school. His art skills drove him to go in the direction of the arts, deciding to move to New York, one of the most creative cities in the world, to showcase his work on the streets to make an easier buck. Unfortunately that ended up with him becoming more broke than before and having a rather nasty working experience as a tattoo artist.
Two years after at age twenty, he had quite enough of that. Taking student loans and gathering up the rest of the money he possessed, he went to a local community college and learned how to operate a computer. At first Photoshop was the only programme that caught his fancy with its ability to make graphic images, but soon he was caught up in Dreamweaver and making web pages, and simply being given the ability to weave something out of nothing, a skill he had adored his entire life. Obviously he mastered that and graduated four years after, finding success in that field and earning enough for a proper living.
Personality: First and foremost, Gupta dislikes speaking. He does not speak to strangers and if he is asked something that cannot be answered by body language, he shall not answer at all. And because nearly everyone is a stranger to him, he uses his voice once in a blue moon. Because of this personal preference, much of his work with clients is done via email, which he finds a much more reliable source than speaking as he has official documents of their conversation if any charges were to be pressed against either party.
Despite being a younger man, he usually acts like an old fart. He is stubborn and sneaky, secretive and critical. But he is good-willed and fair-minded, having no interest in cash besides filling his stomach and sleeping under a roof each night. In the meantime, he shall act friendly to his clients or cohorts, but in his own special way; one which usually includes an unemotional face that wards others off. He does not mind a couple people approaching him, but when a whole group is staring at him he tends to shy away.
Appearance: Tan skin, black hair and green eyes. A few inches shorter than the Italians, as seen in the panels (although no official height is given). His expression is never seen as anything less than deadpan. Piercings are at both lobes and from the bottom of his neck to the centre of his back stretches a black tattoo in the shape of an Ankh. Occasionally patterns on his hands, back, and shoulders change for when henna wears off and whenever he applies another design.
Fashion Style: A mix of hipster and formal. V-neck shirt, skinny jeans, keffiyeh, a pair of nice leather shoes, and a business jacket if attending a meeting or if it gets a bit chilly. Usually wears gold earrings.
Goals: As being an artist is a difficult task, mainly with all the competition, he would like to keep his reputation as a respected designer in the digital media community so his career does not go down the toilet like last time.
Secret: He loves to belly dance.
Other: He is an enthusiast for exotic animals and keeps a black jackal and a blue falcon as pets. His air conditioner is also the noisiest piece of junk people will ever hear in their entire lives, which drives the neighbours in his flat complex mental.
RP Sample:
From another roleplay. If you need something that pertains to this setting, I’ll whip one up for you.
Mornings on the ship were tiresomely slow. Most of the men were night owls, or just liked to party hard the night before, but by the time the sun came up the gang of fearsome pirates were reduced to sleepy, cranky men with hangovers. It was usually peaceful and quiet, with groans when they attempted to pick themselves up on their feet or a few groggy "morning"s passed around between them.
The men dragged themselves to the kitchen tables and once foot was in front of them and they began to fill their bellies, everything began to liven. A few jokes were told of the night before, some remembering things they wished they hadn't, the deck was usually a lightly toned place.
It was halfway through breakfast when the door crept open and the most unlikely person crept out; the engineer. Gupta felt the room grow not silent, but completely void of even a breath. His frown stretched at the reaction. He walked at a normal pace, his footsteps the only thing within an ear's reach. He had only himself to blame for his appearance to be so stressed, since most of the men never saw him without a wrench in hand and his honey eyes covered by thick red goggles. But he had woken up late, a bit after sunrise, so he did not have the privilege to rummage for food and dine alone in his quarters as usual.
His pace quickened when he grabbed an apple and turned for the exit, his ears picking up whispers in the vicinity. He couldn't help but wonder what they were coming up with now to explain for his lack of social communication. If there was another thing interesting about his cabin mates, it was their vast imaginations.
Shuffling out of the room he quickly closed the door and hurried off to the engine room, the tension from the other place managing to leave him with a couple beads of sweat on his neck - quickly soaked up by his scarf. He settled himself on top of one of the machines and took a bite of the fruit, listening to the healthy repeating clanks of clogs. He would have to make a mental note to not drag attention to himself again, others may get too curious of what occupied him down here all day and night.
OOC
Name: Allonsy
Age: Seventeen
Contact Info: Skype: pocobou
Website: spacerave
Other: Forgive me if I may not be up to par with your typing level at first, usually I do mirror the amount another person posts in the same thread but I have been on a roleplay hiatus for four months now. It shouldn't take me long to bounce back.