Post by dime20 on Mar 8, 2009 15:27:06 GMT -5
Full Name: Gregory Timothy Newfield
Nickname(s): Greg, Mr.Obvious, ect
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 15, 1990
Age: 18, turning 19
Good or Evil?: Evil
Siblings: 8 year old sister Jasmine
Family: parents-Roland (father), and Krystal (mother)
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: light blue
Skin Tone: Light
Personality: Greg attends the same college as does the two heroes of the story. What Greg has going for him is sort of anti-social, keeping to himself. He is the bad boy, you could say of the college, a rep he garnered in his previous schools. Greg is quiet in class, often working on designs and fixated on accomplishing it. He gets mildly good grades, much of which he says come from last night preparations. Though it may say he is bad, he still has his sights on the good, watching them progress steadily, wondering when he should panic. Greg is studious, whatever charm he has, he never notices who's attention he draws near him.
Greg is very self conscious of what he does, should anyone look over his shoulder, he gets rather blunt, asking for the person to mind their business. When it comes to his body, he works out, mainly because he was once overweight a long time ago. Greg also has a failure to communicate with girls.
Weaknesses: girls, heights, holding a high opinion of his looks
History: Gregory Timothy Newfield was born to parents Roland and Krystal in New York City. When he was born, he was a rather chubby baby, much of which was said; by his parents, to eventually slim down as he grew up. Gregory spent his early child hood ridiculed, embarrassed, by people he thought were his friends. Picked on and wedgied, he was hurting deep down, losing hope of most of good in people. First girl he crushed on he gave her a rather articulate drawing, no ghost lines, yet she said a overweight kid like him could never capture her heart, no matter how much he drew.
Crushed, he sat alone in his room, about 6 or 7 and wondered if there was indeed a place he could fit in. He was sought out at the age of 8 when he managed to be the only one standing in dodgeball, which, with his weight, would be impossible. A boy garbed in black held his skills to be quite gifted, much of which Greg refuted, stating his breath was practically breaking and his legs were stiff, relying too much on luck. Still, he was selected to attend a private school in Yamanuchi, somewhere in Japan. Figuring that would be better then this, he chose to attend.
Greg was trained there, as a Ninja, losing weight almost instantly under harsh weather conditions and catching many colds. Greg was quite the combatant, and he had a remarkable knack for getting out of trick situations, using his brain. Still, he left the school, even when they said his training was not complete (Sound familiar?). Greg smiled as he saw people gape at his change, girls who turned him down, wanted to be his girlfriend. He turned them down, wearing a smirk, people were still bad in his mind.
From then on, he became a bad boy, rude and using his skills to turn the table on Bullies from before. By now he was 15, and was starting to use his inventions, his designs, to craft his way into a life he would like. Committing crimes, he was never seen, face wise, because of his evasive nature. Like most teens, he crushed, yet kept it to himself. Getting good grades he pretty much graduated at the top of his class, without much trying. Moving from New York, he struck out on his own, soon finding a college he found suitable for his needs. Though as a bad guy, he wishes to be at the top of his game. Greg is among the teen heroes, and they don't know who he is.
Rp Sample: Greg stood along the halls of the college, his brown hair was combed back and his blue eyes took in the passing students with a mild smirk tugging at his lips. Moving a hand into his black jacket pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper. Straightening it out, he ran his finger along the fine design, each drawing represented a plan, each plan represented a thought, it was something he had worked on for a while. "Soon...they will know what fear is," he said as he shoved the paper into his pocket.
Watching a girl pass by he smiled showing his teeth and got a smile back, that did his heart in for a good mile. Retreating into the boy's bathroom he cursed his luck. "I...just wish that fear would leave me." Shaking his head he peeked his head out, finding the close was clear and wondered the halls with his hands stuffed into his black jean pockets, his smile deceiving all those around him. Everyone had fear...and soon...it would be realized.
Anything Else?: Thomas Dekker is the AI for Greg. I don't rp many villains, so, we'll see how well I score in villain points.
Nickname(s): Greg, Mr.Obvious, ect
Gender: Male
Birthday: May 15, 1990
Age: 18, turning 19
Good or Evil?: Evil
Siblings: 8 year old sister Jasmine
Family: parents-Roland (father), and Krystal (mother)
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: light blue
Skin Tone: Light
Personality: Greg attends the same college as does the two heroes of the story. What Greg has going for him is sort of anti-social, keeping to himself. He is the bad boy, you could say of the college, a rep he garnered in his previous schools. Greg is quiet in class, often working on designs and fixated on accomplishing it. He gets mildly good grades, much of which he says come from last night preparations. Though it may say he is bad, he still has his sights on the good, watching them progress steadily, wondering when he should panic. Greg is studious, whatever charm he has, he never notices who's attention he draws near him.
Greg is very self conscious of what he does, should anyone look over his shoulder, he gets rather blunt, asking for the person to mind their business. When it comes to his body, he works out, mainly because he was once overweight a long time ago. Greg also has a failure to communicate with girls.
Weaknesses: girls, heights, holding a high opinion of his looks
History: Gregory Timothy Newfield was born to parents Roland and Krystal in New York City. When he was born, he was a rather chubby baby, much of which was said; by his parents, to eventually slim down as he grew up. Gregory spent his early child hood ridiculed, embarrassed, by people he thought were his friends. Picked on and wedgied, he was hurting deep down, losing hope of most of good in people. First girl he crushed on he gave her a rather articulate drawing, no ghost lines, yet she said a overweight kid like him could never capture her heart, no matter how much he drew.
Crushed, he sat alone in his room, about 6 or 7 and wondered if there was indeed a place he could fit in. He was sought out at the age of 8 when he managed to be the only one standing in dodgeball, which, with his weight, would be impossible. A boy garbed in black held his skills to be quite gifted, much of which Greg refuted, stating his breath was practically breaking and his legs were stiff, relying too much on luck. Still, he was selected to attend a private school in Yamanuchi, somewhere in Japan. Figuring that would be better then this, he chose to attend.
Greg was trained there, as a Ninja, losing weight almost instantly under harsh weather conditions and catching many colds. Greg was quite the combatant, and he had a remarkable knack for getting out of trick situations, using his brain. Still, he left the school, even when they said his training was not complete (Sound familiar?). Greg smiled as he saw people gape at his change, girls who turned him down, wanted to be his girlfriend. He turned them down, wearing a smirk, people were still bad in his mind.
From then on, he became a bad boy, rude and using his skills to turn the table on Bullies from before. By now he was 15, and was starting to use his inventions, his designs, to craft his way into a life he would like. Committing crimes, he was never seen, face wise, because of his evasive nature. Like most teens, he crushed, yet kept it to himself. Getting good grades he pretty much graduated at the top of his class, without much trying. Moving from New York, he struck out on his own, soon finding a college he found suitable for his needs. Though as a bad guy, he wishes to be at the top of his game. Greg is among the teen heroes, and they don't know who he is.
Rp Sample: Greg stood along the halls of the college, his brown hair was combed back and his blue eyes took in the passing students with a mild smirk tugging at his lips. Moving a hand into his black jacket pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper. Straightening it out, he ran his finger along the fine design, each drawing represented a plan, each plan represented a thought, it was something he had worked on for a while. "Soon...they will know what fear is," he said as he shoved the paper into his pocket.
Watching a girl pass by he smiled showing his teeth and got a smile back, that did his heart in for a good mile. Retreating into the boy's bathroom he cursed his luck. "I...just wish that fear would leave me." Shaking his head he peeked his head out, finding the close was clear and wondered the halls with his hands stuffed into his black jean pockets, his smile deceiving all those around him. Everyone had fear...and soon...it would be realized.
Anything Else?: Thomas Dekker is the AI for Greg. I don't rp many villains, so, we'll see how well I score in villain points.
