The process will consist of two parts: Part 1 will be public, and Part 2 will be kept private.

Each RPer will be allowed only one character. Your character must be a (relatively, at least) normal human being. By that I mean someone that you could conceivably meet in real life.

You may post Part 1 in the OOC tab when you are finished. Upon acceptance of your character, please repost Part 1 in this tab.



DO NOT post Part 2 anywhere within this thread. It is to be PM’ed to me alone. Anything included in Part 2 that you wish to reveal to the other players must be done in-character.



Please submit both Parts around the same time if you can.

Approximate Age Range:

Gender:

Appearance:

Attire:

If you met this person on the street and didn’t know them, what would be your first impression of them?

Approximate Age Range: Late 30s

Gender: Male

Appearance: Dio is a man age is now beginning to catch up with. He stands at 6'1" with a posture that's evidently imperfect, his upper body leaning forward as if from a result of bending forward for long periods of time. His hair is short, far from straight and a dark brown, nearly black, colour that comes away as white at some of the roots. His arms are a slightly darker shade of tan than his face and his neck, and the natural colour to his skin betrays his Latin American roots along with his hardened, dusky hazel gaze. His facial hair is well kept though in the same salt-and-pepper state as the hair on his head.
His presence can be described as smart, encompassing and authoritative on first glance.

Attire: He seems to be wearing what can be classed as a moderately expensive black suit jacket and trousers atop a crisp white shirt. At his wrists, along with a proud, if slightly worn, Rolex on his right one, glitter small, silver cufflinks of a particular logo you can almost place, before realising it's a stylised caduceus. He wears two rings - and two rings only - one of them being a simple silver wedding band on his left ring finger (the skin underneath it is at least two shades lighter than the rest of his hand's and arms) and another ring on his right middle finger that's by comparison more delicate but houses a topaz that glows warm and orange like honey, or the sun.
Under the dark brown leather of his belt, pockets show the outlines of some typical belongings, a modern enough touch-phone, car-keys, a wallet, some coins in change.
The inside pockets on his suit jacket hold more ambiguous looking, solid items. The arm of a pair of sunglasses can be seen poking out from the top.
He wears formal shoes in the same shade of brown as his belt and his tie is loosened as it hangs around his neck.

If you met this person on the street and didn’t know them, what would be your first impression of them?
You would assume Dio to be a businessmen like them all, dressed slick and ready to talk anybody into anything. Or you might think he was some hotshot in a company, flaunting their wealth above the others'. On further inspection, his eyes and mannerisms would betray a more serious man, with a deep voice like silk from the big-screens carrying forward his words, though with the definite hints of a hispanic accent as well as the address "señor" or "señorita".
He looks to be a man who can hold his own in a fist fight, and might be more than big talk. If he did talk big, that is.

Name: Owen

Approximate Age Range: Early 20's

Gender: Male

Appearance: Owen stands at a respectable 6'6”, but long limbs and a twiggy, toneless muscle build makes him almost reminiscent of the wavy tube man seen outside of used car lots. His pale complexion suggests a Nordic ancestry, and his blonde hair and blue eyes all but confirm it. While Owen keeps his hair neat and slicked back with an undercut, a large, untrimmed beard that reaches the top of his chest gives him a more ragged appearance. Bloodshot eyes and a nose that appears to have been broken more than once add to this less-than-professional appearance. His lips, what can be seen of them, are thin and his teeth are beginning to yellow thanks to a combination of cigarettes and coffee.

Attire: Owen dresses casually more often than not. He wears a thin, gray zip-up hoodie over a faded “I'm a Pepper!® ” t-shirt. A pack of cigarettes and a lighter can be see trying to make a daring, if suicidal, escape from the pockets of the hoodie. His dark blue jeans are straight-legged and fit well, although he still wears a brown canvas belt. His socks are a mismatch of whatever the hell he could find, the current ones being a solid black one and an argyle one. His shoes are a well-worn pair of Chucks. In his pants pockets Owen carries a smart phone with a shattered screen, a house key, and a thin wallet.

If you met this person on the street and didn’t know them, what would be your first impression of them?

Generally, the first impression Owen gives is anything but impressive. Despite his height Owen seems more awkward than threatening at first glance, and his mildly higher-pitched voice and occasional stammer certainly does not help him command respect. As well, people tend to notice his constant fidgeting, often making people think he is either on something, up to something, or would be doing something else than talk to them. A lingering odor of stale cigarettes does not seem to make people warm to the idea of him being around, either.