Post by soru on Mar 1, 2009 1:49:12 GMT -5
Name: Chris "Iron Giant" Emanuel
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Chris has very spiky hair, which he constantly fixes. His hair is sort of like a dirty blond although it is more like a light brown. He has two different colored eyes which is very easy to tell even from a distance. The right eye if a light blue while his other eye is black. He is also very fit, being in top physical condition. On his right bicep is a tattoo which he got during 'rougher' times. The tattoo is a simple crucifix. He wears decent clothing which consist of a black button down, short sleeved shirt most of the time. Although he mainly wears any kind of button down shirts. With this he wears tight fitting jeans and sneakers. He is very tall, standing at 6,3 and he weighs around 180 pounds. Chris Emanuel
Personality: Chris is the very definition of a joker, a very intelligent person, and a overall great guy all in one package. He is a funny guy, who tries not to take life seriously. he is always willing to crack and joke to make someone laugh, unfortunately it's usually at someone else's expense. This makes some people angry but, he always finds a way out of it by talking them out of whatever bad feelings they have. He is extremely intelligent, managing to receive a full scholarship towards college based on his SAT scores alone. Although he doesn't apply himself, when he does he can usually figure a way out of most situations. Most people don't expect him to be so incredibly smart because of how he acts, but when he does try it's amazing. He is somewhat shy around girls however, easily getting towards the friendship stage but never past that. He would never dare ask out a girl but can always make them laugh with ease.
Biography: Born in the Boondocks, Chris started out school as a trouble maker. His father was a store owner and his mother was the average stay at home mom. He was the middle child of his family, who never had any money. Throughout school, multiple teachers told Chris that he had the potential to do anything since he was so incredibly smart but never applied himself to anything. Even in middle school, it could be shown since Chris learned at a superior rate but got bored so quickly that he wouldn't do anything about it. In junior high, the one thing that managed to take a hold of Chris' mind was basketball. Since he spent all his free time on ball, he couldn't focus on school and although he was an all-star player, failed to get into a great high school.
In high school he joined a group of friends which was mixed between males and females and they called themselves The Icons. At this point he decided to focus on ball instead of actual school. His nickname in the group was 'The Iron Giant', which would stick for life. In the final semester of his junior year did Chris finally decide to take everything serious. He got straight A's that semester doing nearly everything. He got a full scholarship to a local college, as he chose to stay home near his family.
How they were recruited:
Preferred Job: Primate House: Chris works with the animals in the entertainment process, keeping them happy by sometimes playing with the animals. He mainly just feeds them though.
First morph: Black and Brown; German Shepard
Chris ran home the second he heard the news. His dog of 16 years, the German Shepard who could easily kill a man and was probably the best dog ever, was going to be put to sleep. It had also been the same day he received the powers of morphing, a mere fifteen minutes later his sidekick rang and he was told the sad news. As he ran towards the green, old truck their family had, he watched his grandfather and father pick up their watchdog and place him in the backseat. Tears were already streaming down his face as Chris ran to the car and stared at his dog. It was bleeding from the mouth where it had fallen from their backyard stairs. Sighing, Chris touched his dog's tail in a comforting motion, seeing how it'll be the last time the two met. Crying, he moved away from his dog as his father closed the backseat and they went to the front seat, driving his dog away to be put down.
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: Chris has very spiky hair, which he constantly fixes. His hair is sort of like a dirty blond although it is more like a light brown. He has two different colored eyes which is very easy to tell even from a distance. The right eye if a light blue while his other eye is black. He is also very fit, being in top physical condition. On his right bicep is a tattoo which he got during 'rougher' times. The tattoo is a simple crucifix. He wears decent clothing which consist of a black button down, short sleeved shirt most of the time. Although he mainly wears any kind of button down shirts. With this he wears tight fitting jeans and sneakers. He is very tall, standing at 6,3 and he weighs around 180 pounds. Chris Emanuel
Personality: Chris is the very definition of a joker, a very intelligent person, and a overall great guy all in one package. He is a funny guy, who tries not to take life seriously. he is always willing to crack and joke to make someone laugh, unfortunately it's usually at someone else's expense. This makes some people angry but, he always finds a way out of it by talking them out of whatever bad feelings they have. He is extremely intelligent, managing to receive a full scholarship towards college based on his SAT scores alone. Although he doesn't apply himself, when he does he can usually figure a way out of most situations. Most people don't expect him to be so incredibly smart because of how he acts, but when he does try it's amazing. He is somewhat shy around girls however, easily getting towards the friendship stage but never past that. He would never dare ask out a girl but can always make them laugh with ease.
Biography: Born in the Boondocks, Chris started out school as a trouble maker. His father was a store owner and his mother was the average stay at home mom. He was the middle child of his family, who never had any money. Throughout school, multiple teachers told Chris that he had the potential to do anything since he was so incredibly smart but never applied himself to anything. Even in middle school, it could be shown since Chris learned at a superior rate but got bored so quickly that he wouldn't do anything about it. In junior high, the one thing that managed to take a hold of Chris' mind was basketball. Since he spent all his free time on ball, he couldn't focus on school and although he was an all-star player, failed to get into a great high school.
In high school he joined a group of friends which was mixed between males and females and they called themselves The Icons. At this point he decided to focus on ball instead of actual school. His nickname in the group was 'The Iron Giant', which would stick for life. In the final semester of his junior year did Chris finally decide to take everything serious. He got straight A's that semester doing nearly everything. He got a full scholarship to a local college, as he chose to stay home near his family.
How they were recruited:
It was a little passed midnight as Chris walked into the night, basketball under his right arm as he walked towards his house. He had his basketball uniform on, which was silver and black. With this he had black Nike's on and low ankle socks. Under his #14 jersey he wore a black t-shirt to hide his tattoo. The shorts went passed his knees and covered much of his calf, a habit he had from his earlier childlike days.
He was coming from basketball practice, which was obvious from his attire. There were multiple crispy leaves on the sidewalk, causing a crunch everytime Chris took a step. It was fall time and particularly warm which was why Chris went straight to practice with his uniform. Sure it was a disgusting habit, but it felt nice to cool off outside.
As he walked under a streetlamp, Chris couldn't help but shudder as a chilling wind passed by. However it wasn't the wind that caused him to shudder, it was the fact that for some reason he was scared. He couldn't help but feel that tonight, would be a very scary and interesting night. At that moment a black van had sped straight through, wheels burning and leaving the horrible smell of burnt rubber. The door swung open as a man, easily 6 inches bigger than Chris grabbed him by his black t-shirt pulling him into the car. This action caused Chris to drop his basketball as Chris was flung into the van and the door slammed shut ad the car sped off again.
"I'm sorry for the roughness Chris, but sources say that you wouldn't have gotten in if we asked you even in a sensible approach."
The man said as if Chris was the stupid one. He was sitting ext to Chris in the backseat and towered over him even though they were both sitting down. He was quite the big man, broad shoulders and thick arms. He wore a blacks suit and had black sunglasses to cover his eyes. He had professional hair, the hair that the stereotypical businessman had. Growling , Chris began to speak in a high tone of voice.
"Well duh! Your kidnapping me here dude!"
"Not kidnapping, we are merely taking you to the best place to speak, which happens to be inside of this van. What I am about to tell you is classified and for your ears only. You have been selected."
Chris slumped down in his seat. What the hell was wrong with this guy, why was he being driven around by some pair of whacked out maniacs. Sighing, Chris decided to play their little game till the van stopped, then he would jump out.
"Alright selected for what, a sweepstakes where me and a bunch of friends can party for a weekend at some resort?"
"No, you have been selected to do what only a group of teenager's before you have been selected to do. Jake, Marco, Rachel, Cassie, Tobias, and Aximili, if you heard these names before than you are familiar with what I am abut to tell you. You have been chosen to become an Animorph."
Chris could feel his heart stopping a beat, feel his lungs refusing to work. Even his brain, his massive brain didn't work at that point. Everyone knew of the Animorphs, they were sort of beyond human with the ability to turn into animals. Catching his breath, Chris turned his head towards the man and tried to speak.
"Note that your refusal isn't an option and that you are being considered an Animorph from this point on."
"Well that's just great....fine when do I start?"
He was coming from basketball practice, which was obvious from his attire. There were multiple crispy leaves on the sidewalk, causing a crunch everytime Chris took a step. It was fall time and particularly warm which was why Chris went straight to practice with his uniform. Sure it was a disgusting habit, but it felt nice to cool off outside.
As he walked under a streetlamp, Chris couldn't help but shudder as a chilling wind passed by. However it wasn't the wind that caused him to shudder, it was the fact that for some reason he was scared. He couldn't help but feel that tonight, would be a very scary and interesting night. At that moment a black van had sped straight through, wheels burning and leaving the horrible smell of burnt rubber. The door swung open as a man, easily 6 inches bigger than Chris grabbed him by his black t-shirt pulling him into the car. This action caused Chris to drop his basketball as Chris was flung into the van and the door slammed shut ad the car sped off again.
"I'm sorry for the roughness Chris, but sources say that you wouldn't have gotten in if we asked you even in a sensible approach."
The man said as if Chris was the stupid one. He was sitting ext to Chris in the backseat and towered over him even though they were both sitting down. He was quite the big man, broad shoulders and thick arms. He wore a blacks suit and had black sunglasses to cover his eyes. He had professional hair, the hair that the stereotypical businessman had. Growling , Chris began to speak in a high tone of voice.
"Well duh! Your kidnapping me here dude!"
"Not kidnapping, we are merely taking you to the best place to speak, which happens to be inside of this van. What I am about to tell you is classified and for your ears only. You have been selected."
Chris slumped down in his seat. What the hell was wrong with this guy, why was he being driven around by some pair of whacked out maniacs. Sighing, Chris decided to play their little game till the van stopped, then he would jump out.
"Alright selected for what, a sweepstakes where me and a bunch of friends can party for a weekend at some resort?"
"No, you have been selected to do what only a group of teenager's before you have been selected to do. Jake, Marco, Rachel, Cassie, Tobias, and Aximili, if you heard these names before than you are familiar with what I am abut to tell you. You have been chosen to become an Animorph."
Chris could feel his heart stopping a beat, feel his lungs refusing to work. Even his brain, his massive brain didn't work at that point. Everyone knew of the Animorphs, they were sort of beyond human with the ability to turn into animals. Catching his breath, Chris turned his head towards the man and tried to speak.
"Note that your refusal isn't an option and that you are being considered an Animorph from this point on."
"Well that's just great....fine when do I start?"
Preferred Job: Primate House: Chris works with the animals in the entertainment process, keeping them happy by sometimes playing with the animals. He mainly just feeds them though.
First morph: Black and Brown; German Shepard
Chris ran home the second he heard the news. His dog of 16 years, the German Shepard who could easily kill a man and was probably the best dog ever, was going to be put to sleep. It had also been the same day he received the powers of morphing, a mere fifteen minutes later his sidekick rang and he was told the sad news. As he ran towards the green, old truck their family had, he watched his grandfather and father pick up their watchdog and place him in the backseat. Tears were already streaming down his face as Chris ran to the car and stared at his dog. It was bleeding from the mouth where it had fallen from their backyard stairs. Sighing, Chris touched his dog's tail in a comforting motion, seeing how it'll be the last time the two met. Crying, he moved away from his dog as his father closed the backseat and they went to the front seat, driving his dog away to be put down.