Dean Collins Meister

[DEAN COLLINS!]

[atrb=cellpadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #303030; -moz-border-radius: 1em 1em 1em 1em,bTable] meister IT SEEMS TO ESCAPE ME Name: Dean Collins Alias: Dean, Cloud Gender: Male Age: 15 Meister Level: One Star AS SEEN THROUGH THE SOUL Personality Traits: [+]Strong determination(only when actually trying something) [+]Optimistic [+]Open Minded [+]Strong sense of right and wrong [+]Quite Trusting [-]Large temper when riled enough [-]Self Doubting [-]Impatient [-]Holds in negative emotions. [-] Too relaxed sometimes, leaves everything to last minute. Likes & Dislikes: [✔]Fast Foods [✔]Loud Music [✔]Playing musical instruments. [✔]Reading. [✔]Learning more. [✘] Stereotyping. [✘]People that think they're better than everyone else [✘]Fighting without a good reason [✘]Abandoning friends [✘]Killing. Notes: Dean is a very bubbly person most of the time, he usually gets on well with others and enjoys meeting new people. He doesn't get on well with either of his parents, so his life is mostly centred around his friends and his few older siblings. Known to map his life out ahead of himself, Dean has been nicknamed Cloud for always having his head up in the skies. Cloud is a name he gives to people he has reason to mistrust, but this is a rare occasion as he looks for the best in everyone. This said, he isn't a dating guy, and will always opt out of opportunities in this area of life. He's only interested in making good friends, protecting those he cares about and trying to better himself. THE SECRETS I LET OUT Soul Resonance: Soul Perception Soul Resonance: Resonance Name - Description Resonance Name - Description Resonance Name - Description Performance: Dean is quite agile in battle, as a user of self taught moves he mostly reacts to his opponent, adequate at using most one handed weapons and hand to hand. His strength lies in his speedy moves and attacks, and while he is adept at dodging, he is quite typical of a meister, his weakness is his serious lacking of many spells and much stamina. He can easily get knocked off his feet by heavy blows if they hit him, and is vulnerable to ranged attacks, spells and attacks using soul wavelength . THE PUPPETEER Name: Marc Age: 14(15 soon enough) RP Experience: Quite a few years, not sure exactly when I started, and I've had a years gap since I last role played. Password: rainbow! RP Sample: A chilly wind had just bustled through a small, quiet town. Well, quiet until the teenagers got up. Through narrow streets, wide streets, and the open market street, the loud sound of music always marked the approach of the next generation. For such a small town, it was as varied as the fruit section in a superstore just after a shipment. The buildings and people always seemed to shrink as the blare rounded corners, jumped cars and surrounded you, for the sole purpose of bleeding ears. One such teenager was Dean Collins, his charcoal black hair wasn't that long in his opinion, but much longer than believed a boy should have where he grew up originally. It was varied in different parts and was longest at the back, and hung down to his shoulder. An old-fashioned leather jacket belonged to him, the type a motorbike rider would wear, and indeed Dean fit the rest of the part. The t-shirts he wears are dependent on whatever band he feels like listening to that day, you like Nirvana? MCR? The Beatles? He has them all. Set along with black jeans, biker boots and his few jewelery pieces. His neighbors occasionally still get unnerved if he passes by in the dark. Dean yawned loudly and rolled over, temporally forgetting he was on a couch, which resulted on him lying face down on the floor."Well, that was painful."He commented, to no one in particular, as he stood up. Noticing this fact sobered him up from any drowsiness he might have had. Talking to himself yet again wasn't really a good sign in his books, or any ones books come to think of it. Dean sighed, looked in the mirror above his fireplace and ran a hand through his hair. He had bags under his eyes, to put it lightly, and his eyes a certain weariness that was hard to fake. In this place, this town, he was wasting away. He was mentally tired and that was a state difficult for him to reach. Wandering over to the windows he stretched his arms and neck. The sun was hiding behind a line of clouds and it was raining lightly. "Another beautiful day in paradise." He snorted. Face Claim: [b]ANGEL BEATS,[/b] [i]fujimaki[/i] Credit To: Death the Kid of SR

[JAYDEN]

There are a few things here.
1. You didn't copy the coding correctly. All you need to do is quote the code and copy the app directly. You're missing substantial bits of info.

2. Appearance is meant for weapon forms. Not human forms. And he's a meister, so he doesn't even have one.

3. You need a FC from an animanga show. I know someone here doesn't have one, but that was allowed way back when this place began.

4. Your RP sample needs to be at least one or two paragraphs longer.

5. Your performance is mostly all strengths. "Weak to powerful swings" Everyone is weak to powerful swings. B|

I think that's everything

[MOXY!]

Accepted!
^{I think that's everything. About time, too! Thank you for your patience and your cooperation. ♥}