Post by azshariana on Jun 1, 2008 22:57:09 GMT
Name: Christopher Perry Halliwell
Nickname: Chris
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Species: Witch-Whitelighter
Affiliation: Good
Personality: Chris is very mysterious and sarcastic. As the people he is living with grows on him, he becomes somewhat more open. He's very serious when he needs to be, but there's nothing wrong with fooling around once in a while. Whenever he can, he loves music and dancing at the club. NEVER EVER is Chris caught without his phone. Not that he needs on for family. If he ever has a spare minute between social life and wiccan duties, Chris enjoys playing the piano and writing songs.
History: When Piper and Leo died, Chris went into a huge spiral of depression. After going back to the past, he got closer with his Dad and even closer with his Mom, and seeing both of them die was almost to much for Chris. He became anorexic and he got over that finally. After he got through that, he got back out as a whitelighter and a witch with his brother, Wyatt. And here we are, years later, Chris is back at the manor living with family and better than ever.
Apperance
Hair: Long and shaggy, light bown.
Eyes: Brown
Height: around 5' 10"
Weight: around 130lbs.
Clothes: Usually skinny jeans and tight shirts. Shopping at all kind of stores.
Picture:I don't have one, unless you just want me to use Drew Fuller
Fighting
Style: Mostly magical fighting but a couple of punches and kicks here and there/
Powers: The powers taking after his mother(Temporal Stasis[time freeze] and Molecular Combustion[blow up]) Orbing.
Weapon: Much like his mother, A kitchen knife.
Weakness: Whenever someone talks about his parents. Can get distracted.
Roleplay
Regular: I yelped as i orbed in, falling on the floor of P3.
"Wasn't there a couch here?" I asked my brother.
"Yeah. I moved it over there and i ordered a new one for there." Wyatt said informing me.
"Well thanks for telling me." I said ticked off.
"Not my fault you don't orb standing up." Wyatt replied.
I just orbed home. After getting an apple from the kitchen, i decided to do some meditating. That became a regular thing for me after Mom and Dad died. I tossed the core out, crossed my legs, and floated off the ground in hundreds of little orbs.
Fighting: "WOAH! NO! JUST STOP!" I yelled as I threw up my hands to freeze the room. I walk in and what do i get? A room full of demons!! Wyatt and Melinda fell over as the demons froze in place.
"Finally! Did you not hear our screams of pure terror???" Wyatt reprimanded.
"I was outside the sun room having a butt. Sorry." I apologetically responded.
"Ok. Unfreeze the room and read this spell with us." Melinda said, trying to stop us fighting and throwing a piece of paper at me.
"Fine." I said shortly. I threw up my hands and we all said simultaneously, "Evil fire of hell born, with your death none shall mourn."
Nickname: Chris
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Species: Witch-Whitelighter
Affiliation: Good
Personality: Chris is very mysterious and sarcastic. As the people he is living with grows on him, he becomes somewhat more open. He's very serious when he needs to be, but there's nothing wrong with fooling around once in a while. Whenever he can, he loves music and dancing at the club. NEVER EVER is Chris caught without his phone. Not that he needs on for family. If he ever has a spare minute between social life and wiccan duties, Chris enjoys playing the piano and writing songs.
History: When Piper and Leo died, Chris went into a huge spiral of depression. After going back to the past, he got closer with his Dad and even closer with his Mom, and seeing both of them die was almost to much for Chris. He became anorexic and he got over that finally. After he got through that, he got back out as a whitelighter and a witch with his brother, Wyatt. And here we are, years later, Chris is back at the manor living with family and better than ever.
Apperance
Hair: Long and shaggy, light bown.
Eyes: Brown
Height: around 5' 10"
Weight: around 130lbs.
Clothes: Usually skinny jeans and tight shirts. Shopping at all kind of stores.
Picture:I don't have one, unless you just want me to use Drew Fuller
Fighting
Style: Mostly magical fighting but a couple of punches and kicks here and there/
Powers: The powers taking after his mother(Temporal Stasis[time freeze] and Molecular Combustion[blow up]) Orbing.
Weapon: Much like his mother, A kitchen knife.
Weakness: Whenever someone talks about his parents. Can get distracted.
Roleplay
Regular: I yelped as i orbed in, falling on the floor of P3.
"Wasn't there a couch here?" I asked my brother.
"Yeah. I moved it over there and i ordered a new one for there." Wyatt said informing me.
"Well thanks for telling me." I said ticked off.
"Not my fault you don't orb standing up." Wyatt replied.
I just orbed home. After getting an apple from the kitchen, i decided to do some meditating. That became a regular thing for me after Mom and Dad died. I tossed the core out, crossed my legs, and floated off the ground in hundreds of little orbs.
Fighting: "WOAH! NO! JUST STOP!" I yelled as I threw up my hands to freeze the room. I walk in and what do i get? A room full of demons!! Wyatt and Melinda fell over as the demons froze in place.
"Finally! Did you not hear our screams of pure terror???" Wyatt reprimanded.
"I was outside the sun room having a butt. Sorry." I apologetically responded.
"Ok. Unfreeze the room and read this spell with us." Melinda said, trying to stop us fighting and throwing a piece of paper at me.
"Fine." I said shortly. I threw up my hands and we all said simultaneously, "Evil fire of hell born, with your death none shall mourn."
I agree.
