Desmond Miles Jul 13, 2011 22:09:58 GMT -5
Post by Desmond on Jul 13, 2011 22:09:58 GMT -5
full name | Desmond Miles
nicknames & titles | Desmond, Subject 17
time period | Modern day
age | 25
sexuality | heterosexual.
alliance | Assassin
occupation | Bartender, Assassin, one of the world’s saviors
family information | Desmond never mentions his parents’ names, all he mentions is that he considered them more like his wardens and ran away because he wanted to see the world and not be forced to be an Assassin. Rather they are currently alive or not is unknown.
residence | He’s been in Abstergo Industries, then moved to one of the Assassin hideouts, then moved to the Villa Auditore in Monteriggioni, then he traveled to Roma’s famous Coliseum, where he lost conscious in the Vault after stabbing Lucy.
physical description | Desmond was modeled after Francisco Randez. He has a tannish skin tone depending on the game (he is tannest in the Brotherhood). His eye color also changes throughout the games going from gold, to brown, to blue. Desmond has a typical military cut hairstyle, his hair is black and even while it grows a little longer it never is long enough to be in his face.
personality | Desmond was a gruff and cynical individual, who held a serious outlook on life. This was mainly due to him being aware of the Templars and Assassins since his youth, although he was initially unaware of Abstergo Industries being a Templar company. Despite this, he was not above jesting about his situation, and would occasionally make jokes, although they rarely elicited a good reaction. After his emancipation from Abstergo, Desmond's demeanor became considerably more relaxed, and he spent a noticeable amount of time conversing with Lucy. However, he began to question his sanity after experiencing the bleeding effect.
likes | bartending, motorcycles, fresh air, Italian food, Lucy, Shaun, Rebecca
dislikes | Templars, Absturgo Industries, The Animas, The Bleeding Effect
there would be no room for anything else if I pasted all of that.
roleplay sample |
"Desmond, break time."
With that he felt a small tap on his shoulder, the program he was currently using was terminated. The visor left his eyes and his vision was blurred from the intense graphics he had witnesses to the ones he was seeing now, a typical side effect of the Animas. He pushed himself up, groaning as he felt how still his body was from laying in the chair for countless hours. Desmond placed his hands on his mid-back, leaning back and let out a satisfied groan at the cracking sensation that ran up his spine.
There was a smell that caught his attention, turning around to stare at the white bags sitting on Shaun's desk, apparently it was his night to grab the dinner and Desmond was starving. He quickly made his way to stand beside Lucy and Rebecca as they all watched the other male make sure their order was correct.
"Alright, we've got some vegetarian shit, Rebecca I believe that's for you, enjoy your grass and leaves and what not. This is mine, no doubt, the only thing that looks appetizing in here. . ."
Lucy the grabbed her own small box along with the one she had ordered for Desmond, and happily he retreated to the far desk in front of the Altair statue to eat. Upon opening it he stared at the food, then turned to face the others.
"We're in Italy. . . and you got us Chinese?"
Shaun looked up from his meal, witty comment ready as usual.
"Well you see Desmond, Italian food has carbs, carbs make you fat, we were worried you wouldn't fit in the Animas. I'm just looking out for you, yeah?"
And with that went back to eating. Desmond frowned at the other, but would eat the food regardless, shoveling it down before actually tasting it. He would get about an hour for a break before being going back into his digital memory based world. Best use what time he had to relax.