Shawn Louis

[thegrim917]

Character Name;;
is now entering it's all in yer mind

About You;;
behind the RPer

Name: Cody
Age:16
Years of Rping:About 3, some off and on Its All In Yer Mind
Contact:PM I guess.

ID Tag;;

Alias: Shawn
Name: Shawn Louis
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Age: 17
Species: Human
Job: Writer/Drummer
Religious Affiliation: Christian

Dear Diary;;

Specialties:
1. Intelligent
2. Agile
3. Sociable

Summary: Shawn was always an intelligent person, though he never let it show. He was always goofing off in class or sleeping, making him appear stupid to anyone who wasn't good friends with him. He was really the brain and voice of reason of his group. He dropped out of school to focus on researching for book he hoped to be able to complete soon. His agility is due to the fact that he grew up climbing and running from authority. He developed a natural affinity for parkour and began to use it to his advantage. He is usually a very likable person and considers it a major advantage. The more friends you have, the more people who got your back.

Weakness:
1. Anti-authoritarian
2. Insomnia
3. Afraid of death

Summary: Since he was little, Shawn was always getting into trouble for the sole reason of getting chased. He loved being able to outsmart any authority figure. He has, so far, been able to avoid any serious trouble, other than a few detentions. Its only a matter of time before he gets caught for one of his more felonious crimes and seals himself a juvenile record. He developed insomnia after his brother was killed and it hurts his ability to think at times. Along with insomnia, Shawn developed a phobia of death. He isn't only afraid of his own well being, but everyone's, even a complete strangers. Death drastically distresses him and can turn his normal happy-go-lucky attitude into a blinding rage or depression.

Appearance;;

Looks: Looks a year or two younger than he is.
Hair: Shaggy, dark brown hair
Eyes: Light Blue
Height: 5'7''
Marks: Two scars, one on his left hand and another on his right shin, where he broke a couple of bones practicing parkour. A small tattoo of a cross on his right shoulder blade.
Race: Caucasian
Skin Tone: Slightly Tanned
Body Type: Slim and slender
Clothing Style: Bright t-shirts and hoodies with loose jeans and a chain wallet attached to a studded belt. A small silver cross hangs around his neck and usually wears a black quicksilver hat.
Footwear:White DC shoes when in public, but would prefer to go barefoot.

Summary: He is slightly toned both in muscle and in skin by his love of climbing the streets of New York. He is good looking, despite the fact he appears to be a little younger than he really is. His shaggy, dark brown hair can only be seen snaking out of his hat or, on a rare occasion, when he isn't wearing a hat at all. His silver cross was given to him by his brother before he was killed and is one of the few things Shawn considers as a treasure. He likes to wear bright colored shirts most of the time, but prefers black when he is making one of his nighttime runs. The same goes for his footwear. He wears his DC shoes out in public, but goes barefoot when running or climbing.

Personality;;

Likes:
1. Writing
2. Drums
3. Parkour

Dislikes:
1. Authority
2. Death
3. His sleeplessness

Flaws:
1. Insomnia
2. His brothers death
3. School

Summary: Shawn's happy and hyper attitude is sometimes marred by his tired and worn out expression. Insomnia is a constant pain that renders him distant and unable to focus. It effects his stamina and intelligence, causing him both physical and mental stress. His brother's death made him shut down to his parents, but made him more sociable to everyone else. His interest in drums picked up as well when he dropped out of high school. His despise of academics and his love of writing caused him to dropout and work toward his own goals. He hates anyone who has power over him and it would take a lifetime to convince him otherwise. His fear of death can drastically change his mood, especially if it relates to his brother. The few moments he is angry or depressed is when someone has just died.

Background Check;;

Family Members:
Debra Louis-Mother-Alive
Jackson Louis-Father-Alive
Seth Louis-Older Brother-Dead
School Attended: Midwood High School
Graduation Year: Drop-out
History: Shawn Louis was born in Richmond, Virginia. His father moved their family to New York when Shawn was just a year old for a job opportunity. He grew up in Brooklyn and learned how to live in an urban environment. Him and his brother were inseparable, Seth being three years older. They would play basketball together, climb over every rooftop in their neighborhood, and; after Seth fell in with some other thugs; began stealing together. Even though they weren't strongly religious, Debra and Jackson tried to get Shawn and Seth to church, mostly to keep them out of trouble. Shawn was fourteen when Seth was hit by a car as they were walking to Midwood High. Shawn went into a deep depression after he saw his brother die and became an insomniac.

What finally brought Shawn out of his solemn mood was when he found a silver cross necklace Seth had stolen for him before he died. Not to say Shawn stopped breaking the law, but he became more religious, if anything. He stopped going to church but began to read the bible everyday. He hated going to Midwood, thinking of his brother's death every time he had to walk by that street. He stopped getting good grades in school and began to be more sociable with others. He made more friends, while ignoring his parent's blame toward him for his brother's death. The only subject he still kept a keen interest in was English. His passion for writing eventually killed his interest of school and he dropped out.

With more time on his hands for research, he began to focus on the legends of supernatural beings and decided it would be a great topic for his first book. When he isn't gathering information on myth's, he is practicing drums, messing with the law, or hanging out with his friends. His agility had always helped him get away from authority, now it had a new purpose. To help him search every inch of New York in search of any proof of the existence of vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and any other creature that has seemed to plague our imaginations since early civilization.

Code Word:
'poof the magic fairy baby' xD

Mad Skills;;

Shawn carefully worked his way past the security guard, who was to concerned with who was winning American Idol to notice a small figure passing right by his door. He didn't make a sound as he made his way down the hallway, glad he had decided to go barefoot. Any shoe would more than likely squeak on the freshly waxed floor. He reached into his backpack, taking out a can of black spray paint, and began to spray the wall. The black paint was almost the same color as the pitch black canvas. He had to pretty much guess at what he was tagging. He put the can in his bag and produced another red colored one and had almost finished when a flashlight shined right in his face.

"Hey you! Stop what your doing and get down on the ground!" Shawn looked up into the flashlight, a grin on his face. The guard had obviously heard him and decided his job was more important than American Idol. Shawn tensed up his muscles, the can of paint making a clinking noise as he stopped. Shawn suddenly threw the can and hit the rent-a-cop square in the face as he bolted down the opposite hall. He could hear the guard's swearing echo all the way down the hall, along with the sound of his own laughter. Shawn bolted up a set of stairs and pushed open a door directly on his left. He quickly glided between the desks and chairs, making sure not to make any noise. He unlocked one of the windows and squeezed through the narrow space the window provided. As he climbed down on the window edge, he heard the guard enter the room. He moved down onto a large dumpster and took a quick breath, closing up the backpack.

He noticed the cop coming around the corner and shot up a nearby privacy fence that blocked a house from the building next to it. He jumped over ten more fences and ran down a second alley. Stopping as he came out on the empty street, he pulled off his hood and grabbed a change of clothes and his hat out of the large black bag. He noticed a couple of paint stains on the shirt and pants, but they were already neon colored, not making much of a difference. Looking back at the building a couple of blocks down the street, he said,"I guess thats as good of a resignation as any..." He began to laugh as he threw on some DC shoes and threw the backpack over his shoulder. The guard sat, winded, outside of Midwood High School, wondering what just happened.

'Hope this is enough' ;D

[Isi Runasimi]

Great bio. I don't know if that was your real last name or not but never give out that kind of information. With that said, welcome back.