Come up with the most boring name possible, then slap it on the sheet. Disregard any meaningful, fancy names-- your character's parents probably have no clue what your character is going to do with their life.
*Name: Wally Martin
*Age: 32
*Gender:
*Powers: Can reduce someone's attention span to zero for 15 seconds every hour.
Sexuality: Straight
*Appearance: Bald, thick black beard. 6'0, Broad shoulders but not roidtastically beefy.
Likes/Dislikes:
+The way the city looks and feels at...
Name: The Mirror Apparition
Age: Physically 20s-30s, actual age unknown
Gender: Depends
Species: Shapeshifter
Sexuality: The Ladies
Appearance: The Apparition takes on either the form of a withered balding old man, or a man with short hair wearing tattered clothing.
Powers: He can...
Bob had refreshed his vampiric odor, one he'd have to keep as long as possible to keep people from messing with him. No one messes with a 5000 year old 'vampire lord,' he'd reckoned. Of course it all was a load of bull, but they didn't have to know that. To keep up the facade he'd pilfered an...
"Yes, it's about time I go find a nice, dark place to sleep. Like I was used to back in Egypt."
Bob walked away. If his odor magics wore off, she'd know. He'd just be a tasty blood-feast, found in the morn as a dried unidentifiable husk. Even if he did, this chick was totally coming onto him...
"I can't remember my old name, That long in the desert, you can't remember your name. You can call me...Bob."
Bob wasn't sure if he was in the clear, so he might as well throw in more garbage with a hint of truth. He realized now he'd have to keep up the facade the entire time here, or he'd be...
Oh no, was this a challenge to Bob's authenticity? Bob knew so, and it was a pretty underhanded way to go about it. Cyborg Vampire Girl wasn't getting anything out of him, nothing that was remotely correct anyways. Some dumb part of him wanted to mess with everyone, and the rational concept of...
"I'm not HIP and IN THE KNOW with you young'ns, I've been OUT OF THE LOOP too long, you see." Bob knew he had to ride this lie through. Only lying could save him now, and even then settling for a 'regular vampire' wouldn't be too bad.
"The world isn't ready for a w-Vampire Lord of my caliber. So I lie in wait." Bob explained to the weird chick with a sage nod. Pretending to be older than he was would be hard, but he could do it. Deception was the game.
Bob dusted himself off. Disgusting. He looked at the dorkasaurus approaching them. "I live here." Ooooh, spooky Bob thought.But not entirely incorrect. "What are you doing here, scarf-boy? It's not even that cold out."
"Get off of me, you horndog." Bob said with a face of fear and disgust, barely managing to keep the vomit down, even with his powers. "NOW." He stated, the fear no longer on his face, now turned to disgust and rage.
Whoah there, Felix. My character has precisely one power and I like to think he does it with 1:1 accuracy with the real deal. Can you slow down the whole "his powers are useless against mine!" poopoo for a sec, because when I say he smells like a vampire, he smells like a vampire.
It'd worked perfectly, Bob thought. But that was just as planned, from the only and greatest smell-wizard in the country. "Yes, yes I am. I'm a vampire LORD, thank you very much."
That's the ticket.
"Son of a gun."
Bob Roberts wasn't having a good time. He'd just been sent off to a crappy school he never wanted to go to, he had to sleep outside the school, he'd lost his beauty rest, and worse yet some idiots thought it was a good idea to start fighting in the middle the night.
"STOP! IN...
Name: Bob Roberts
Nickname(If Applies):N/A
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Asexual
Good or Evil or Neutral: Good-Neutral
What Year of highschool your in: Sophmore
What kind of being you are: Human
Powers/gifts:
Born with strange magic, Bob can manually control any...