Post by deathtomato on May 20, 2012 19:29:04 GMT -5
"Perhaps this place will prove some use to me."
Name:Halailah Levin
Nickname:
Hali
Age:
19
Character's Hometown:
Manhattan, New York
Birthday:
September 27
Eye Color
Dark brown
Height
6'1
Hair Color (specify if dyed)
Bleached white-blonde
Special Marks:
None
Gender:
Male
Known family:
Strict overachieving Israeli father, coldly passive-aggressive Euro-American mother (separated). Both are lawyers, which Hali considers a waste of intelligence and a profession for the legally obedient.
Test score (scores range from 0-200, scores 100 and up are required for entry):
195
Characters appearance (must be detailed)
Tall, average build with a hint of tummy, but a high-cheekboned vulpine face and thin lips. Tends to favor black, white, grey clothing with no pattern or graphic on it. Favors minimalist design and is never without his "personally customized" iPhone. Would wear either fashionable, plain sneakers or boots, perhaps even loafers. Rarely a hair out of place, but still appears effortless. Often mistaken for gay.
Personality (two paragraphs)
Hali at first glance is calm and pleasant to be around. He emits confidence and grace. On the inside he is in fact quite manipulative and cynical, looking down on those who he considers naive and ungainly. He is unimpressed by shallow appearances and concerned mostly with functionality. Towards his wealthy lawyer parents he can be extremely rude. To the rest of the world he appears merely lightheartedly mocking. He can also be very self-indulgent, slacking off from his studies and sneaking sweets when he thinks no one is looking. He is incredibly fond of coffee and coffee drinks. He tends to speak in an eloquent but terse manner, and likes to have the last word. He comes off as gay to many people but is in fact a true pansexual who has yet to meet his personality match
Challenging Hali to a battle of wits is a mistake, though he relishes the challenge and the opportunity to humiliate an adversary. His sense of right and wrong appears mostly to revolve around his own needs and views but he can deftly rationalize even the most selfish of his actions. He has high regard for those who are buck the system for honest reasons. Despite his rich-boy aesthetic and views he is incredibly open-minded and not bigoted. He discriminates based on cunning more than anything else.
Special -illegal- skills:
Hacking, though he considers it more of a hobby than anything else and isn't likely to use as more than an occasional tool. Manipulation and mindgames are his forte.
Addiction:(everyone needs something to help them through the stress)
Caffeine, preferably high quality espresso. Also sugary desserts.
Likes: (at least 3)
Girls: since they tend to be more emotional and just more fun to mess with in general. Also breasts are a wonderful thing.
Psychology: He would devour every psychology, sociology, and possibly anthropology tome in the library.
Secrecy: His jailbroken iPhone has passwords upon passwords to protect his information. In truth, he's likely not doing anything too devious or illegal but he considers it insurance in case he decides to.
Dislikes: (at least 4)
Arrogance: Hali likes to be the only diva in the room, so to speak.
Prejudice based on anything other than intelligence: There's really no good reason to treat someone badly, especially if you want to get ahead in life; you don't want to make too many enemies. Unless they're really stupid. In which case, get them where it hurts.
Physical exertion: Hard labor is not this young man's cup of Keurig. He will go to a gym for exercise but will shower immediately afterwards. He doesn't like looking sweaty or dirty in any way.
Being made fun of: Worst thing you could do to him. If he is unable to verbally disarm his adversary, he will either fly into a rage or sulk. If Hali's pride is wounded he will become bitter and lash out at people who he otherwise would have treated with respect or civility.
Job
Computer tech maintenance (freelance). Sometimes he tests his special addons on his clients. No one has complained so far...
History (How they choose to take the test to enter):
Hali has failed out of several high schools for refusing to participate in gym class and messing with the computers. He decided of his own accord to attend Dark Forest Coast because he heard their standards were higher and that they had dorming, so he applied without permission of his parents since he is of legal age and informed them he was going the morning he left for the school. His father, who he lived with prior to attending the school, made him promise he wouldn't flunk out or else risk getting cut off completely.
Password/phrase:
Mental health is for chumps
Role play sample (3 paragraphs minimum):
The darkness of the espresso bites into Hali's tongue. He scans the cafe for a good place to park his MacBook, hoping for one near the windows but not in direct sunlight. The only one that seems to be open is next to an older woman with dreads. He wrinkles his nose at the smell of sage and patchouli but settles in. Soon his chat program is pinging with excited inquiries, many from his last school. Once you reset the between-classes bells to play different amusing internet meme-related tunes, you become quite popular. At least with the student body. The administration didn't have quite the same appreciation for "Soulja Quest."
As the caffeine hits his system, his mind clocks into overdrive and he hits "Invisible" and switches back to programming his artificially intelligent virus protection program. He's never programmed before but with several manual PDFs pirated to his hard drive he thinks he can figure this out. The navigation is still clunky and ugly, but he's not confident enough in his design skills to give it a nicer interface. Perhaps he should start looking for a designer. It's difficult on his now-limited budget but if he could just get the funds…but how, how is the question.
He sighs and glances dismally at his now-empty cup. Four-dollar coffees won't be a regular thing unless he can find a way to earn some bank. Of course, he has no training and no experience, and being 19 and still a high school student is rather bad for his resume. So freelancing it must be. But doing what? His record is already heavily marked up, and he's not interested in risking further blackballing by trying to tamper with it. He narrows his eyes as the hippie woman curses at her computer and clicks frantically with her mouse. Panicky technological Neanderthals are one of his least favorite specimens of humanity. A computer is not an instant gratifier, it has good and bad days just like any human and as a tool it is still below its potential. Though it is easy to get emotionally attached, the logical way of thinking…He pauses his mental tirade.
Emotional attachment. Hn. That's something he enjoys tampering with even more than technology. Smiling his sweetest, he offers the woman technical assistance. Within minutes he has blasted through her cache and streamlined her performance by disabling some of her useless junk add-ons. The look on her face is completely and utterly worth it, and Hali leaves the cafe with a take-home bag of chocolate croissants knowing he has found his marketable talent. Perhaps he could even wreak his own havoc and fix it for an extra buck. It's only fair to clean up your own messes, even if no one knows they are yours.