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Description

【Basics】

★ Name:: Zaire

★ Nicknames:: Z

★ Gender:: Male

★ Appears:: 20

★ Actual Age:: 24

★ Height:: 5'6"

★ Relationship Status:: Single

★ Preferences:: Bisexual, prefers males

★ Personality::
Bold ● Arrogant ● Honest ● Laid-back

Zaire over all is a casual Tibumeru. He spends most of his time lounging about, taking casual strolls, or hunting for another anchor to add to his collection. He is also bold, he doesn't tend to think about how badly something might end up hurting him or another. He doesn't 'beat around the bush' as that's 'wasting his time.' Which is something he dislikes, his time being wasted. He'll openly and honestly tell you if he's wasting time on you as well and for that comes off as arrogant. But if anything, he is honest, if you need an answer, an opinion, weather the truth will hurt you or not, Zaire is one to see. He doesn't care for dishonesty and because of this tends to be an incredibly honest person. Zaire, also tends to daydream a lot, this leading to him spacing out and basically 'ignoring' those around him, even if they're speaking to him, adding onto the effect of him appearing as arrogant. Not that he's not arrogant, oh no, he most definitely is. He thinks of himself quite highly.

【Detailed】

★ Hobbies::
Zaire has a fascination with ship anchors and because of this, tends to collect them, or anything that remotely looks like them, weather it's drawings, odd shaped sticks, or jewelry.

★ Skills::
As of now, knot tying, though he's not very good at untying knots he makes and any knots he ties tend to look like a jumbled mess and aren't very tight.

★ History::
He lived with his parents until about a year of age, when, scientists captured his mother, his father, in attempts to rescue her was hurt quite badly and died, through the traumatic experience, his defense mechanism kicked in and the memories of his parents were repressed and he believes he was simply abandoned by his parents, and doesn't seem bothered by this fact.

★ Bad Habits, or Specific Traits::
Unknown as of yet. ORZ

★ Legend::
He doesn't care to think about how Tibumerus were created. He'll listen to other theories but really he could care less.

★ Theme Songs::

Tiptoe by Imagine Dragons

★ Extra::

Is a Glaucus Atlanticus Sea Slug .
Presently resides in an underwater cave in the side of a cliff, the main entrance you have to swim to, once in the cave there's a sandy section of land.
It's not a big cave, and it's fairly dark.
He's presently trying to figure out ways to light his cave unsuccessfully.
There's a small side tunnel entrance, but you have to be small to fit through it, crawling on hands and knees. It leads out onto a beach.
He hates this tunnel.
Has a Napoleon Complex.

【Stats】

Lv. 1

>> HP ;; 5

>> ATTACK ;; 6

>> DEFENSE ;; 2

>> SPEED ;; 5

>> INTELLIGENCE ;; 2

>> WEAKEST STAT ;; Intelligence

>> STRONGEST STAT ;; Attack

【Roleplay】

★ Preferred RP Style ::
From Paragraph to Novel, I tend to mirror whomever I'm presently roleplaying with.

★ Method Of RP ::
Forums are good, I can go by notes as well but Skype would be preferred.

★ Other RP Style ::
Script. I'd really, really prefer not to do this unless it's a crack Rp.

★ Do you mind starting the RP ? ::
I don't mind, though I usually don't feel like I'm very good at it. I tend to go a bit overboard with describing things when I start a roleplay. I prefer other's starting but all-in-all I don't mind.

★ What are you not comfortable with ? ::
Uhm, I don't honestly think there's anything that I'm not comfortable with. I'm perfectly alright with cursing, fighting/gore, intimacy etc. Though if something were to come up I'd tell you if I found it uncomfortable.

★ Language ::
English is my main language but I can speak a little bit of French too. owo

★ Extra ::
I usually tend to double check my 'work' when I roleplay to minimize my errors. My worst problem I'd say is ocasional spelling errors but I usually catch them with spell check on my computer. The only time I'll really have any sort of problem is if I'm incredibly tired.
I also live in Eastern Standard Timezone [EST] as well.

★ RP Sample ::

It was summer, the temperatures rising highly during the day, summoning flocks of humans to the beach that Zaire claimed as his 'home.' Or rather, that just happened to be where his cave connected to. They tended to stay away from the rocks and the cliff where his cave was though thankfully, staying quite a distance away, building sandcastles and swimming in the cool ocean.

But now it was night and the beach had closed, everyone had gone home and Zaire had crept out from his hidden cave. During the day the humans always left things behind on the beach, sometimes interesting or worthwhile things, other times not. Night was the only time he really dared to come out from his cave, preferring not to interact with the humans enjoying the summer sun.

The male strolled slowly down the beach, gaze shifting over the sands for anything remotely interesting. A few feet away he spotted something glint in the moonlight and curiosity struck him.

He moved over silently to the object, crouching down near it. Whatever it was, it was half buried in the sands. So he dug around it slightly, and pulled out something unusual. It was dark in color and felt smooth and hard. It had two bits that unfolded from it's self as well. There was still sand stuck to it, and he brushed it off and held the object up.

Zaire had seen humans wear these things. They were called sunglasses. That's what he'd heard them call them. Mimicking what he'd seen the humans do, he put them on his face and looked around, squinting slightly. They didn't seem to do much good for his sight, made everything that much darker. He pulled the glasses off and stared at them again, maybe he'd wait until the sun rose to use them, they were after all, called sun glasses, not moon glasses. With that thought in mind, he set them on top of his head, as he'd seen the humans do when not wearing them on their faces and went back to shifting through the sands of the beach for anything else of interest.

Description

【Basics】

★ Name:: Zaire

★ Nicknames:: Z

★ Gender:: Male

★ Appears:: 20

★ Actual Age:: 24

★ Height:: 5'6"

★ Relationship Status:: Single

★ Preferences:: Bisexual, prefers males

★ Personality::
Bold ● Arrogant ● Honest ● Laid-back

Zaire over all is a casual Tibumeru. He spends most of his time lounging about, taking casual strolls, or hunting for another anchor to add to his collection. He is also bold, he doesn't tend to think about how badly something might end up hurting him or another. He doesn't 'beat around the bush' as that's 'wasting his time.' Which is something he dislikes, his time being wasted. He'll openly and honestly tell you if he's wasting time on you as well and for that comes off as arrogant. But if anything, he is honest, if you need an answer, an opinion, weather the truth will hurt you or not, Zaire is one to see. He doesn't care for dishonesty and because of this tends to be an incredibly honest person. Zaire, also tends to daydream a lot, this leading to him spacing out and basically 'ignoring' those around him, even if they're speaking to him, adding onto the effect of him appearing as arrogant. Not that he's not arrogant, oh no, he most definitely is. He thinks of himself quite highly.

【Detailed】

★ Hobbies::
Zaire has a fascination with ship anchors and because of this, tends to collect them, or anything that remotely looks like them, weather it's drawings, odd shaped sticks, or jewelry.

★ Skills::
As of now, knot tying, though he's not very good at untying knots he makes and any knots he ties tend to look like a jumbled mess and aren't very tight.

★ History::
He lived with his parents until about a year of age, when, scientists captured his mother, his father, in attempts to rescue her was hurt quite badly and died, through the traumatic experience, his defense mechanism kicked in and the memories of his parents were repressed and he believes he was simply abandoned by his parents, and doesn't seem bothered by this fact.

★ Bad Habits, or Specific Traits::
Unknown as of yet. ORZ

★ Legend::
He doesn't care to think about how Tibumerus were created. He'll listen to other theories but really he could care less.

★ Theme Songs::

Tiptoe by Imagine Dragons

★ Extra::

Is a Glaucus Atlanticus Sea Slug .
Presently resides in an underwater cave in the side of a cliff, the main entrance you have to swim to, once in the cave there's a sandy section of land.
It's not a big cave, and it's fairly dark.
He's presently trying to figure out ways to light his cave unsuccessfully.
There's a small side tunnel entrance, but you have to be small to fit through it, crawling on hands and knees. It leads out onto a beach.
He hates this tunnel.
Has a Napoleon Complex.

【Stats】

Lv. 1

>> HP ;; 5

>> ATTACK ;; 6

>> DEFENSE ;; 2

>> SPEED ;; 5

>> INTELLIGENCE ;; 2

>> WEAKEST STAT ;; Intelligence

>> STRONGEST STAT ;; Attack

【Roleplay】

★ Preferred RP Style ::
From Paragraph to Novel, I tend to mirror whomever I'm presently roleplaying with.

★ Method Of RP ::
Forums are good, I can go by notes as well but Skype would be preferred.

★ Other RP Style ::
Script. I'd really, really prefer not to do this unless it's a crack Rp.

★ Do you mind starting the RP ? ::
I don't mind, though I usually don't feel like I'm very good at it. I tend to go a bit overboard with describing things when I start a roleplay. I prefer other's starting but all-in-all I don't mind.

★ What are you not comfortable with ? ::
Uhm, I don't honestly think there's anything that I'm not comfortable with. I'm perfectly alright with cursing, fighting/gore, intimacy etc. Though if something were to come up I'd tell you if I found it uncomfortable.

★ Language ::
English is my main language but I can speak a little bit of French too. owo

★ Extra ::
I usually tend to double check my 'work' when I roleplay to minimize my errors. My worst problem I'd say is ocasional spelling errors but I usually catch them with spell check on my computer. The only time I'll really have any sort of problem is if I'm incredibly tired.
I also live in Eastern Standard Timezone [EST] as well.

★ RP Sample ::

It was summer, the temperatures rising highly during the day, summoning flocks of humans to the beach that Zaire claimed as his 'home.' Or rather, that just happened to be where his cave connected to. They tended to stay away from the rocks and the cliff where his cave was though thankfully, staying quite a distance away, building sandcastles and swimming in the cool ocean.

But now it was night and the beach had closed, everyone had gone home and Zaire had crept out from his hidden cave. During the day the humans always left things behind on the beach, sometimes interesting or worthwhile things, other times not. Night was the only time he really dared to come out from his cave, preferring not to interact with the humans enjoying the summer sun.

The male strolled slowly down the beach, gaze shifting over the sands for anything remotely interesting. A few feet away he spotted something glint in the moonlight and curiosity struck him.

He moved over silently to the object, crouching down near it. Whatever it was, it was half buried in the sands. So he dug around it slightly, and pulled out something unusual. It was dark in color and felt smooth and hard. It had two bits that unfolded from it's self as well. There was still sand stuck to it, and he brushed it off and held the object up.

Zaire had seen humans wear these things. They were called sunglasses. That's what he'd heard them call them. Mimicking what he'd seen the humans do, he put them on his face and looked around, squinting slightly. They didn't seem to do much good for his sight, made everything that much darker. He pulled the glasses off and stared at them again, maybe he'd wait until the sun rose to use them, they were after all, called sun glasses, not moon glasses. With that thought in mind, he set them on top of his head, as he'd seen the humans do when not wearing them on their faces and went back to shifting through the sands of the beach for anything else of interest.