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[Eridan Ampora]

Character Name: Eridan Ampora
Appearance: 6' exactly, with thick thighs leading into generous hips, and then a rather average waist, with some semblance of a tubby tummy. Heading upwards with extremely broad shoulders, with a set of lanky arms hanging from them. an underbite leads to a roughly 3" jaw width, giving his head a rather boxy, but well suiting shape. Shallow cheekbones, paired with a long nose and a light, flexible brow house Blue-grey eyes deep within their sockets. All this coated with ice pale skin, quick to blush red. And finally: the greasy coif of a twirled Pompadour on his head, died Black from Blonde, and with a noticeable large Purple streak dying the twirl portion.
Age: 15 (Open to change by request, I dunno what year he's supposed to be in)
Personality: A narcissistic 'cool guy' who pretty much isolates himself from anyone and everyone, that said: He's quite a friend to have once you know him, and despite how highly he holds himself, he's still generally polite to acquaintances and strangers. Lying behind the nonchalant slacked pose, and the perpetual pair of either sunglasses or non-prescription spectacles, lies a rather sensitive person, who genuinely believes he is inexplicably better than most everyone. But he'll be damned if he catches you knowing the former of those two facts. Anyone he judges as his equal he will treat with respect, and often times romantic appeal, but will be genuinely hurt when they are put off by his feelings; On the other hand, he will often show untrue emotions, or mockingly false advances on those he considers below him, and will be surprised and taken aback if they respond positively. Anyone who can connect with him he can easily befriend, he's proud of relationships, and will hold them highly in his life, but don't expect him to refer to you as much other than 'My girl', especially around his friends. He's very good at bouncing off insults and what-not, his attitude acting as a shield for negative emotions directed his way, that said they still hit him on an emotional level rather hard, leaving him pent-up, wild, and aggressive quite often. His incredibility often leads to him making himself mad, or otherwise emotionally unstable, despite also being able to display only the emotional registration of a toaster. Eridan remains silent, only talking with his closest friends (Especially at social engagements) until invited into conversation with strangers, acquaintances, or larger groups of friends, all willing to listen to him. Then he never shuts up. On the other hand Eridan fears being ignored, he's self-important to the point in which he feels the need to push that importance unto others, thus leading to a nigh-compulsive need for attention. If he feels ignored, un-wanted, or as if he's not helping, he will get uncomfortable, flustered and eventually leave. TL;DR: Eridan is a narcissistic Mercutio, who's good in honest relationships, and is capable of becoming the equivalent of a rock in shades and leather
Biography: Born in a small town in north-western Minnesota, and raised in Minneapolis for most of his life, Eridan moved to New York for his high-school years, because if he didn't this plot wouldn't have Eridan in it.
Quirk Sample: wwait for me you WWANKERS fuckin hell cant you wwait for like half a fuckin second im not a fuckin marathon runner you vvarlet
Paragraph Sample: Eridan traipsed across the catwalk, his heart beat steadily increasing due to the poor condition of the metal beneath his sneakers. Looking down, it was almost pitch black. He could barely make out the outlines of some of the heavy machinery that had been left to rot in this old warehouse. As he reached the end of the long clattering rusty sky-trail, he breathed a sigh of relief. He stepped into a control room. The room was small, with large windows for observing the the rest of the run-down industrial establishment. on the other side of the room was a wide open door on the other side was a figure, Eridan almost collapsed in fear, he looked back the way he came, but couldn't bring himself to cross the path once more, fearing it would collapse. He resolved to face his mystery opponent, as the shadowy figure turned, Eridan clutched the knife in the left pocket of his Leather. The shadow moved forth with great speed; Eridan closed his eyes as it cleared the door, and pushing forward with his blade, he heard not a grunt, but a squeal. He opened his eyes in surprise, and was quick to catch the figure which he had so feared, his eyes widened even more, and more as the gravity of the situation unfolded before him. For it was not a Rival gang member, or some hideous brute or Fiendish monster as he had led himself to believe, but the very object of his interests, Ms. Serket, who had tasted his steel. Her blood ran over his hands quickly, and gave no hint at slowing. He couldn't even bring himself to pull the knife out as the tears began fogging the lenses of his glasses.
Other:

[/size] Total greaser, leads a gang. This is the cause of unending mockery amongst his friends. Is also quite the marksman with firearms of all kinds. Other notable skills include being a fairly good chef, and an unmatched actor with skills in directing.

[Peregrine Mendicant]

Ahhh, beautifully done! *o*

Accepted~!

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