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DAMMED : Solomon

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...B-beacuse they said they needed more humans than demons...and because I liked using Sol before his previous home group died skldjf Gee more male characters, way to go me



N a m e : Solomon Mariakis
A l i a s : Sol, among others.
A g e : 17
S e x : Male
H e i g h t : 168 cm (5'2")
W e i g h t : 50 kg (110 lbs)
E l e m e n t : ???
Q u o t e : " Hahah HAHA *SNORT* HA- oh. Whoa I think I just pissed myself."
P a r t n e r ::iconforeveraloneplz:
P e r s o n a l i t y :
+Outgoing || + Sociable || - Vociferous || +Sympathetic || - Jealous || - Biased

Solomon is outgoing and sociable to the max; he'll talk with anyone who approaches, and will not hesitate to ask questions to satiate his curiosity. Sometimes he is overly so however, transitioning from sociability to outright vociferousness. Sol tends to be quite sympathetic and is someone who is unable to hide his feelings, the kind of person who'd cry for the death of your dog simply because you are crying. The 17 year old can be quite possessive of friends and resources, sometimes jealous of others whom have acquired part of what he considers "his own". A most unfortunate aspect of him is his tendency to be biased and judgmental - once an impression is made, it's likely to stick with that person for as long as Sol knows them, especially if it is negative.

B a c k gr o u n d :
Solomon, or Sol, was born in the sunny Greek town by the sea. He lived a relaxed, chill life until he was moved to New York at the age of 10 on account of his mother's work. There he met hip hop and fashion, influencing his style and tastes. The boy still has some Greek-style all-is-family attitude, but with an added discreetly angry New York morning rush temper - his only solace was music and the small radio station that he had begun to host that streamed some of his favourite beats and tunes. Somewhat worried of their ever-angrier son however, his family decided to send him off to someplace where he could blow off some steam, away from the road rage and polluted air.
For the next 2 years he attended a boarding school where he met many friends, ironing out some of the wrinkles in the fabric of his personality - he continued the radio station there at the school that he had had to abort on account of his move, which was surprisingly well received by the locals. Even after graduating he continued the station, moving back to NY to increase his audience; occasionally he traveled from place to place at intervals, collecting interviews and unreleased music from various less-known artists. As nearly a whole year passed however, one thing became clear ; his fear of airplanes greatly hindered his ability to collect new material, and the station suffered for it. He had always been afraid of planes since he was a child; if it weren't for the radio station, he wouldn't have even thought about trying to cure his phobia. Though music itself was easily accessible thanks to social networking, there will still some exclusive materials that were simply not obtainable in such ways, and that was what the audience wanted.
First he started off slow, merely sitting in the cabs of airplanes and walking back out again. Then he began to hire private charters to simply coast around the landing strip. It soon escalated into short flights - there he regressed however, his fear taking over, making him black out nearly every time. His efforts still continue...


R P. P r o m p t:
"AHHH FML I AM GOING TO DIE GET ON A PLANE." It was more a loudly stated statement than an exclamation as the long-haired boy half scuffled, half jogged down the reflective terminal floors. Tears glistened in his eyes as a hint of snot too sparkled like some dirty swarovski on the tip of his nose. He stopped abruptly at one of the gates.
"Okay... Okay. I got this." Sweaty palms gripped the now moist paper handles of the shopping bag, "DUTY FREE" printed on one of its cream-white faces in New Times Roman. Underneath one arm was the roll of comforter, so cleverly named "Rainbow Sushi Roll", a static-ridden polyester-who-knows-what blend of fibers meshed into a gruesome vomitus of colors which now, too, began to dampen with perspiration. It gave him comfort though, and no one was going to take the Rainbow Sushi Roll from him, not today.
A polite soothing and vaguely Engrish female voice blared over the speakers; despite her calm manner of speech, the volume alone planted the beginnings of headaches in the sensitive unfortunate few. It just made the boy more nervous as his teeth bit down on his lower lip, sawing back and forth in an antsy gesture. This would be his first flight to an actual destination...though it would only be a short one, it was one small step for most other people, one giant leap for Solomon kind.


N o t e s :
- Hoop earrings in both ears.
- Eyes are a light red-brown.
- Fashion/Music enthusiast
- I...will think of more skljdf
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Rikoei's avatar
5'2? xD hes short for a guy