Post by Leo Wickham on Jun 30, 2010 22:26:01 GMT -5
leo&&asher&&wickham
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••FRONT FACE••
(Auditions) Character
Name && Nicknames: Leo Asher Wickham
Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-four
Trade: Inspector
(works very closely with Scotland Yard, yet also can be hired as a privet Inspector away from Scotland Yard)
Class: Aristocratic Upper Class
Face Claim: Johnny Depp
Canon/Original: Original
••CASE FILES••
(Physical Attributes)
To describe Leo you would really have to look past the boyish good looks and sometimes the hard shell in which you will most of the time, find him encased in. To find a place to start with Leo is like trying to find the best place to eat an apple, what angle and weather you should eat it from top to bottom. In other words, it can be quite a task to pick one simple way to eat an apple and it can be quite the task to pick a place to begin describing Mr. Leo Wickham.
So shall we start from the top? Like any good story it normally starts from the top along with a good play. They always start from the top. So from the very top we shall start. Leo has shortly cropped, yet still slightly shaggy and a light brown in colour; when left to its own devices can stick up from many angles making him look frazzled.
Now, if we drop down a few notches we shall reach Mr. Wickham’s brow, when pondering something that he finds rather intriguing Leo will frown slightly only causing the edges of his brows to furrow and cause small, yet noticeable creases there. He does not frown all of the time which always makes him sometimes look very serious in nature.
Now, yet again we shall drop down his face again and we shall reach his eyes. Leo’s eyes are a deep brown which can sometimes look to be back, depending on the lighting of the place in which he finds himself. His eyes are also almond in shape and normally are closed off and hid away all of his emotions from people around him, he is not one to divulge his secrets to anyone around him.
Next in line is Mr. Wickham’s nose. His nose can be viewed as a little on the large side by some people, but given the shape of his face his nose suits his face. In a way it does look as if his nose has been broken at least once, his nose in no way is pompous but rather normal for him weather people want to accept it or not.
Now if we slip down a tad we reach his mouth, this area of his face is well known for snapping out witty comments at times and for defending women when it needs to be done. Leo is nothing short of boyish good looks and charm. You can easily tell when you have amused Leo for his mouth will quirk a little to the right in a smirk as he stops himself from giving a soft laugh, this will occur quite a bit with Mr. Wickham.
When he is thinking hard his mouth will be set into a thin straight line, this normally will indicate his annoyance also with someone if they interrupt him in the middle of him drawing a conclusion to something.
Now for the rest of Mr. Wickham I do believe it all can be summed up together. Besides being rather into the fashion side of life, this being part of his upbringing, his body itself is well taken care of. If you are lucky enough to catch Leo without a shirt one (which sometimes might occur if you ever go to see a boxing match) you will notice how fit he is.
He has as well toned chest and stomach along with strong legs and arms, these attributes help Mr. Wickham fight his opponents in the ring. But if you are lucky enough to get close to Mr. Wickham whilst his shirt is off you will notice a faint scare traced across his left side, the scare came about from a small disagreement he found himself in with a man at a bar.
His skin is lightly tanned which sometimes can be seen as slightly odd seeing as the mostly normal bleak weather he finds himself in, but his skin is naturally olive in colour and smooth in texture.
Also, if we return to Mr. Wickham's face for just a moment, you will notice a well trimmed mastouch, a well trimmed slightly beard and well trimmed sideburns. Mr. Wickham is always a clean cut man and also keeps himself look fresh for any moment that might arise.
••TRIFLES••
likes;
- Money (who doesn't?)
- Women
- Smoking
- Reading
- Overcast days where it doesn't rain but looks like it might
- The odd drink
- Boxing
- Having intellecutal conversations
- Investigating
dislikes;
- Men who are rude towards women
- Theifs
- Uneducated idiots
- Annoying people
- Being interuped when reading
habits;
- at least three
weaknesses;
- at least three
strengths;
- Speaks French
secrets;
- at least one
(Personality) [at least three-four paragraphs]
••EVIDENCE••
(History) [the best you can do.]
••BEHIND THE MASK••
(Me) Name: Myst
Age: Thats for me to know ^-^
RP experience: 6+ years
Other Characters: None currently
(roleplay)
Sasha hated being the new ‘kid’ around, she always found it annoying and for once her Mother had taken them too a small place with horses! Horses of all things! She had been happy in the big cities where people knew of her because of her accident; she just hoped people here didn’t know about her. Swinging her legs off of her bed Sasha ran a hand through her hair before she got up and went about moving past the unopened boxes of clothes and things that were all over the floor in her bedroom; making it too the bathroom Sasha looked at her unsmiling reflection as it just stared straight back at her taking in the unmade face, the hair that didn’t seem like it needed to be brushed and the light blue-gray eyes that stared back at her in a very dull manner. Sighing softly she grabbed her black hair brush and ran it through her hair quickly and set about find some form of suitable clothing whilst walking around the place she was now to call home.
Finding a pair of black jeans and a blank tank top Sasha pulled them on and also pulled on a pair of well worn in black converses that had words scribbled on them with the use of whiteout, moving back into the bathroom Sasha gave herself a reproachful look as she grabbed some foundation and put it on to hide her light spattering of freckles that she seemed to be the only on to see and also applied mascara and eyeliner; she wasn’t going to put on drastic eye shadow not until she was used to being in the place. And that would take a while until Sasha would start showing her true colours, just being a in a new place just meant she had to make new friends and fit in here somewhere and find out where she stood with people.
Wandering out of the bathroom Sasha walked into the kitchen, her mother was either out in what might be a garden or still sleeping, not even bothering to go and look for her Sasha grabbed her keys for her car and walked out of the house; she wanted to go somewhere and look around a little and get a feel for the place before she decided she would hate the place for as long as she was stuck there. Seeing a note from her mother saying she should go up to a barn, sighing she rolled her eyes. Ever since her accident her mother had been trying to get her back near horses, and seeing as she had nothing else to do she might as well abide my her mother’s wishes; walking outside Sasha unlocked her black 4WD which she had bought herself with money she had left over from competitions.
Starting up the car Sasha sighed as she turned on the radio onto a random station which blared out country music, rolling her eyes she turned off of the radio and drove in silence; she wasn’t a big fan of country music and wasn’t in the mood to listen to it right then. Running a hand through her hair Sasha was looking for the barn that she had seen one the way in when they first moved in; finding it easily Sasha felt butterflies in her stomach did her mother really think her and horses were going to get along again? If so she had a feeling her mother was going to be sorely disappointed in her daughter.
Sasha just wanted to turn her car around and leave again but she couldn’t she wanted to try and get near a horse just once even if nothing happened or maybe even if the horse scared her then she could easily tell her mother she had tried but wasn’t ready to be near horses just then, smiling softly to herself she brought her car to a slow stop and tuned the ignition off. She knew she wasn’t really dressed for riding but didn’t really care, pushing her keys into her left pocket she opened the car door and climbed out; it felt different to be close to someplace where horses were all of the time. Looking around Sasha had a feeling her mother had set this up with someone here, sighing she stuffed her hands into her pockets and started walking around getting a feel for the place.
Seeing a barn she walked up to it and looked inside, horses were stabled. Bitting down on her bottom lip she took a hesitant step into the barn; looking at the horses that were there Sasha stayed in the middle of the barn to keep a good distance between her and the horses. Coming to stand in front of a stall Sasha slowly walked towards the horse that was there “Hey beautiful” she whispered her stomach knotting as she reached the door and reached a hand out towards the horse slowly, she was nervous about what the horse might do to her. Bitting down on her bottom lip hard for a moment as the horse snuffled at her hand Sasha gave a soft sigh as she gently stroked the horses nose “I’m not going to hurt you…but I’m scared you might hurt me” she whispered.
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••THEPLAYBOOK••
so, this was made by jenny a.k.a slytherdorclaw of blank pages!. this took a while so, as always, don't steal. um, yeah. so that's it, really. {with edits by staff}
