Post by Drake on Aug 6, 2009 1:53:58 GMT -5
Name: Drake Augustus Blear
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Hometown: Las Vegas
Nationality: Caucasian-American
Languages Spoken: English
Description: Drake is about six feet tall with short black hair, hazel eyes, and light-colored (often sunburnt) skin. His thin physique gives the impression that he is always active, but this is hardly the case. He wears a pale blue t-shirt, plain white sneakers, and khaki pants. He radiates a laidback attitude towards anyone who spends any amount of time with him.
Skills:
Personality: Drake is the type of person who does not like to exude any more physical effort than necessary. Many have described him as a lazy slacker who wouldn’t know what work was if it hit him in the face. Despite this fact, he will still put in the effort for causes that he feels are vitally important. He will also put forth effort when it will make his life easier in the long run.
Just as he is physically lazy, he is mentally active. While not exceptionally smart, Drake is constantly using his brain to find solutions to his problems. He is often content to sit by himself and keep himself entertained with nothing but his thoughts. This has made him an extremely patient person, for the most part, although he can still get a little impatient when dealing with people he disagrees with.
Bio/History: Drake grew up as the only child of a semi-wealthy couple in the Las Vegas area of the U.S. He did not see much of his parents as he grew up since they were always working. He was raised mostly in the care of a nanny until he became old enough to look after himself. He used to spend most of his time watching television or surfing the web on his computer and was never a very social person.
When he found out Las Vegas was being invaded by the yeerks, Drake became nervous that he would become infested. He ran away from home with a large amount of cash and tried to disappear into the crowds of the city. His plan was to become invisible to society so that he would not be worth making into a controller.
After a couple of days on the street, Drake was ready to admit that his plan was foolish and was about to return home when he realized something. His parents were not even looking for him. His parents did not pay much attention to him, but they still would have noticed he was gone and sent out a search party to find him. Drake figured that this meant his parents must have become controllers after all.
It was several weeks, before Drake found a way to get back at the yeerks for taking his parents. He eventually ran into the Las Vegas faction of animorphs and became one himself. He helped them on missions for a while before being transfered to Dallas. When Dallas was destroyed, Drake went back to his hometown of Las Vegas before eventually moving on again.
Starting Morphs: Horned Lizard, Moth, Koi, Secretary Bird, Giraffe, Turkey Vulture, American Bison
Scene With Parent:
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Hometown: Las Vegas
Nationality: Caucasian-American
Languages Spoken: English
Description: Drake is about six feet tall with short black hair, hazel eyes, and light-colored (often sunburnt) skin. His thin physique gives the impression that he is always active, but this is hardly the case. He wears a pale blue t-shirt, plain white sneakers, and khaki pants. He radiates a laidback attitude towards anyone who spends any amount of time with him.
Skills:
- He knows how to clean pools from his time working as a pool boy.
- He has a bit of knowledge about making home-made bombs from the time he helped blow up the Hoover Dam (although he is still no expert).
- He can come up with abstract solutions to problems.
Personality: Drake is the type of person who does not like to exude any more physical effort than necessary. Many have described him as a lazy slacker who wouldn’t know what work was if it hit him in the face. Despite this fact, he will still put in the effort for causes that he feels are vitally important. He will also put forth effort when it will make his life easier in the long run.
Just as he is physically lazy, he is mentally active. While not exceptionally smart, Drake is constantly using his brain to find solutions to his problems. He is often content to sit by himself and keep himself entertained with nothing but his thoughts. This has made him an extremely patient person, for the most part, although he can still get a little impatient when dealing with people he disagrees with.
Bio/History: Drake grew up as the only child of a semi-wealthy couple in the Las Vegas area of the U.S. He did not see much of his parents as he grew up since they were always working. He was raised mostly in the care of a nanny until he became old enough to look after himself. He used to spend most of his time watching television or surfing the web on his computer and was never a very social person.
When he found out Las Vegas was being invaded by the yeerks, Drake became nervous that he would become infested. He ran away from home with a large amount of cash and tried to disappear into the crowds of the city. His plan was to become invisible to society so that he would not be worth making into a controller.
After a couple of days on the street, Drake was ready to admit that his plan was foolish and was about to return home when he realized something. His parents were not even looking for him. His parents did not pay much attention to him, but they still would have noticed he was gone and sent out a search party to find him. Drake figured that this meant his parents must have become controllers after all.
It was several weeks, before Drake found a way to get back at the yeerks for taking his parents. He eventually ran into the Las Vegas faction of animorphs and became one himself. He helped them on missions for a while before being transfered to Dallas. When Dallas was destroyed, Drake went back to his hometown of Las Vegas before eventually moving on again.
Starting Morphs: Horned Lizard, Moth, Koi, Secretary Bird, Giraffe, Turkey Vulture, American Bison
Scene With Parent:
Drake was looking up something about the Titanic on the web. Not for any particular reason. It just sounded interesting at the moment.“Drake! We’re back!” his mother called from the entranceway. He just ignored it. They had been to a cocktail party for his father’s boss, and now they were back. Simple as that.After another hour or two of surfing the web, Drake got up to get a snack from the fridge. It was slightly after midnight now, and his dad was at the kitchen counter typing on his laptop. “Shouldn’t you be in bed by now?” his dad asked without looking up from the screen.
“Shouldn’t you?” he retorted.
“Touché,” his dad replied, still not looking up. Drake went back to his room with a box of mini cookies in hand. The only thing on Drake’s mind was whether he wanted to watch some television or look up something about the creature from the black lagoon.
