Post by Hiccup on Sept 2, 2012 11:28:01 GMT -5
Quote: "Please... I need help."
Name: Ion
Age: 14
Show/Movie: Tales of the Abyss
appearance: He's a short, green-haired boy with bright green eyes. His hair is rather short except for two long strands at the very front that hang down and go past his shoulders. Typically he wears white robes decorated with minty green designs and golden sandals. It should also be noted that he looks rather sickly in appearance and usually looks pale in comparison to other people.
height: 4'0"
weight: 100 pounds
Personality: Ion is known for being unfailingly kind and gentle in nature. He's a docile boy who typically doesn't like fighting and tends to stay out of trouble when he can. He also is very soft spoken and has a friendly disposition most of the time. He's not the bravest boy around, either, but he is willing to offer assistance to his friends if they need advice. Because of his willingness to offer a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on to just about anyone, he can be kind of viewed as a sort of adviser and councilor to his friends.
History: Ion was born in Crystal Falls and grew up in a rather rich family. Because of how sickly he was as a child, a trait that stuck with him even when he turned 14, he didn't get out that much and didn't have the opportunity to start making friends until he was almost a teenager. He didn't mind living in Crystal Falls that much and typically didn't pay much attention to the rumors involving assassins and agents. It was when thieves were thrown into the mix that he started paying attention, and when things started to get bad that he started playing it a bit more cautiously.
One day, though, Ion discovered something very precious of his had been stolen when his family had returned from a day out. He searched high and low for the missing trinket, but to no avail. It seemed to have been lost for all eternity. Just when Ion was about to lose hope, though, someone passed along word of a detective called Iceland. If the police couldn't help him find who took what had been stolen, a detective surely could. So Ion set out to find the detective and beg for help in getting back his precious belonging.
What are you: Client
Protected/Targeted: Neither
Sample Post: Somehow, Ion felt that the dark, gloomy atmosphere was fitting for what was about to go on. He had wandered into a part of town he usually stayed away from in the hopes of finding a detective to help with his case. It had started raining a bit by the time he found the office he was looking for, making the sickly teenager look just a bit more pathetic than he would have usually. Ion didn't particularly care about how he looked. He was desperate to find someone to help find what had been stolen and track down the thief that had taken it in the first place.
Okay... here we go.
Ion opened the door and went inside wordlessly, closing the door behind him as softly as he could before relaxing a little and starting to try and wring out his hair. What followed caused the young teenager to practically jump out of his skin.
"Who're you?? What are ya doin' here?"
The voice sounded harsh, causing Ion to tremble a bit, and made Ion start to have second thoughts about being there in the first place. Maybe it was a bad idea to have come looking for Iceland. Maybe he should have gone looking for that Detective Hawkins he had heard about...
"Mr. Puffin, please. We don't want to scare our guest."
Ion blinked, realizing that this second voice was kinder, and finally looked in the direction of the speaker. It was a young man with silvery-white hair speaking, and he happened to have a puffin with him. Ion felt a bit relieved at the sight; someone could help him after all. Tentatively, Ion took a couple of steps forward and looked sheepishly at the floor. He hardly knew where to begin with explaining his case.
"What can I help you with?" Iceland asked.
That question seemed to have given Ion a bit more confidence. He needed to get out his problem so that Iceland could help him, and it was now or never. Finally, he sucked in a breath of air and prepared himself to explain the situation.
"Please, I need your help. Something very precious of mine was stolen. I need help finding who took it and getting it back."
Name: Ion
Age: 14
Show/Movie: Tales of the Abyss
appearance: He's a short, green-haired boy with bright green eyes. His hair is rather short except for two long strands at the very front that hang down and go past his shoulders. Typically he wears white robes decorated with minty green designs and golden sandals. It should also be noted that he looks rather sickly in appearance and usually looks pale in comparison to other people.
height: 4'0"
weight: 100 pounds
Personality: Ion is known for being unfailingly kind and gentle in nature. He's a docile boy who typically doesn't like fighting and tends to stay out of trouble when he can. He also is very soft spoken and has a friendly disposition most of the time. He's not the bravest boy around, either, but he is willing to offer assistance to his friends if they need advice. Because of his willingness to offer a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on to just about anyone, he can be kind of viewed as a sort of adviser and councilor to his friends.
History: Ion was born in Crystal Falls and grew up in a rather rich family. Because of how sickly he was as a child, a trait that stuck with him even when he turned 14, he didn't get out that much and didn't have the opportunity to start making friends until he was almost a teenager. He didn't mind living in Crystal Falls that much and typically didn't pay much attention to the rumors involving assassins and agents. It was when thieves were thrown into the mix that he started paying attention, and when things started to get bad that he started playing it a bit more cautiously.
One day, though, Ion discovered something very precious of his had been stolen when his family had returned from a day out. He searched high and low for the missing trinket, but to no avail. It seemed to have been lost for all eternity. Just when Ion was about to lose hope, though, someone passed along word of a detective called Iceland. If the police couldn't help him find who took what had been stolen, a detective surely could. So Ion set out to find the detective and beg for help in getting back his precious belonging.
What are you: Client
Protected/Targeted: Neither
Sample Post: Somehow, Ion felt that the dark, gloomy atmosphere was fitting for what was about to go on. He had wandered into a part of town he usually stayed away from in the hopes of finding a detective to help with his case. It had started raining a bit by the time he found the office he was looking for, making the sickly teenager look just a bit more pathetic than he would have usually. Ion didn't particularly care about how he looked. He was desperate to find someone to help find what had been stolen and track down the thief that had taken it in the first place.
Okay... here we go.
Ion opened the door and went inside wordlessly, closing the door behind him as softly as he could before relaxing a little and starting to try and wring out his hair. What followed caused the young teenager to practically jump out of his skin.
"Who're you?? What are ya doin' here?"
The voice sounded harsh, causing Ion to tremble a bit, and made Ion start to have second thoughts about being there in the first place. Maybe it was a bad idea to have come looking for Iceland. Maybe he should have gone looking for that Detective Hawkins he had heard about...
"Mr. Puffin, please. We don't want to scare our guest."
Ion blinked, realizing that this second voice was kinder, and finally looked in the direction of the speaker. It was a young man with silvery-white hair speaking, and he happened to have a puffin with him. Ion felt a bit relieved at the sight; someone could help him after all. Tentatively, Ion took a couple of steps forward and looked sheepishly at the floor. He hardly knew where to begin with explaining his case.
"What can I help you with?" Iceland asked.
That question seemed to have given Ion a bit more confidence. He needed to get out his problem so that Iceland could help him, and it was now or never. Finally, he sucked in a breath of air and prepared himself to explain the situation.
"Please, I need your help. Something very precious of mine was stolen. I need help finding who took it and getting it back."
