Post by Mosiah Tafari on Aug 18, 2008 0:54:28 GMT
Have you read MM's Decrees : yes
Reason for wanting non-canon: want to be my own character
Name of character:Mosiah Tafari
Male or female?:male
Blood type: half-blood
Occupation of character Hit Wizard
Age of character:32
Which 'side' is character on?: My side
Very Brief background of character:Born in the slums of Kingston, the bastard child of an English wizard and a poor Jamaican maid. Mosiah grew up poor in the ghetto, forever growing resentment toward the father never known. Turning toward a life of crime to help his impoverished mother put food on the table for his three younger half-brothers and half-sister. Never realizing the magical blood running through his veins until the one faithful day everything changed.
It was a cool evening in Kingston, the children were playing on the porch, mother was doing her evening task, trying to stretch a meal for one to satisfy the three hungry little bellies. All of a sudden Mosiah burst through the door clutching a wad of cash tightly in his fist. "Momma, I got dis money from da man down der. I help him in his garden today and he pay me well, we can afford enough for all tonight!"
"Oooh child, you is da blessing tonight, such a good boy me have." replied his tired mother, not knowing the secret source of the money.
"Come out da house boy! We know you is in der! You is going to die tonight for what you done stole!" Turning toward the voice yelling out from the darkness Mosiah was just in time to watch the men raise their guns toward the house. Children's laughter suddenly replaced with the sharp crack of gunshots. "No! Not the babies!" yelled out Mosiah as he ran out the door. Suddenly stopping, without conscious awareness, raising his hand up slowly. The bullets suddenly dropping mid-flight. The shocked drug dealers dropping the now red-hot guns in their hands onto the street, "What sort of voodoo is dis man! Let's go man, before dem bloodclot police come!" exclaimed the men as they scurried back into the blackness of the night.
"What ha-ha-happened?" asked the terrified child to her now shaking older brother.
"I...I...I don't know." a confused and bewildered Mosiah whispered.
"I do." replied the elderly old woman, whose house was across the street. "I know dem people dat you must speak with. Come now, before dem police arrive and ask dees people to many damn questions."
What sections do you want to RP in:any
Your level of RP in your estimation:Intermediate/Advanced
Reason for wanting non-canon: want to be my own character
Name of character:Mosiah Tafari
Male or female?:male
Blood type: half-blood
Occupation of character Hit Wizard
Age of character:32
Which 'side' is character on?: My side
Very Brief background of character:Born in the slums of Kingston, the bastard child of an English wizard and a poor Jamaican maid. Mosiah grew up poor in the ghetto, forever growing resentment toward the father never known. Turning toward a life of crime to help his impoverished mother put food on the table for his three younger half-brothers and half-sister. Never realizing the magical blood running through his veins until the one faithful day everything changed.
It was a cool evening in Kingston, the children were playing on the porch, mother was doing her evening task, trying to stretch a meal for one to satisfy the three hungry little bellies. All of a sudden Mosiah burst through the door clutching a wad of cash tightly in his fist. "Momma, I got dis money from da man down der. I help him in his garden today and he pay me well, we can afford enough for all tonight!"
"Oooh child, you is da blessing tonight, such a good boy me have." replied his tired mother, not knowing the secret source of the money.
"Come out da house boy! We know you is in der! You is going to die tonight for what you done stole!" Turning toward the voice yelling out from the darkness Mosiah was just in time to watch the men raise their guns toward the house. Children's laughter suddenly replaced with the sharp crack of gunshots. "No! Not the babies!" yelled out Mosiah as he ran out the door. Suddenly stopping, without conscious awareness, raising his hand up slowly. The bullets suddenly dropping mid-flight. The shocked drug dealers dropping the now red-hot guns in their hands onto the street, "What sort of voodoo is dis man! Let's go man, before dem bloodclot police come!" exclaimed the men as they scurried back into the blackness of the night.
"What ha-ha-happened?" asked the terrified child to her now shaking older brother.
"I...I...I don't know." a confused and bewildered Mosiah whispered.
"I do." replied the elderly old woman, whose house was across the street. "I know dem people dat you must speak with. Come now, before dem police arrive and ask dees people to many damn questions."
What sections do you want to RP in:any
Your level of RP in your estimation:Intermediate/Advanced
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but he will have to have an accepted occupation (detailed in the first post of this thread) in order to be approved. We really do have so many characters on the 'dark' side - and we only accept dark side canons in general these days. Have a think? 
