Well, you and I have signed up at Zalphon's RP so posting two RP at the same time will be difficult. What about planning? Surely, planning two ideas at the same time will get you confused, right?
How's about scenarios? Not only will you have to make your ideas agreeable with your RP mates, you'll have to do that TWICE! Especially the former, that alone is hard, believe you me.
Point is, you'll have many things to do at the same time.
So, now that that's over with.. Here's my character.
Name: Sretizi or 'Stret'
Birth sign: The Lady
Physical Appearance: A rather slim khajiit, Sretizi is the probably the most normal Khajiit to ever set foot on Tamriel. Brown fur with yellowish hue to it, Sretizi hadhis whiskers cut off for reasons unknown.
Hair style: Two curtains of hair hanging loosely on the both sides of his temple, Sretizi has the rest of his hair into a ponytail that points backwards.
Hair colour: Dark yellow, just like his skin.
Weight: 87 pounds.
Misc: (Tattoos, piercings etc.) A piercing attached on his right ear.
Personality: Pessimist. Never takes things seriously. Self proclaimed 'Veteran of gallows and blue humor'. Though, when he is in a very serious situation, his attitude changes to that of a very determined khajiit.
Bio: Born into a family of mages, Sretizi was unusually skilled in the arts of Conjuration and the translation of the Ayleid language. At the age of 14, he entered the College of the Nine Divines seeking additional knowledge. After three years of studying, some mysterious happenings begun.
The most notable of it, was Ida Warrick's case. Though Sretizi never liked Ida's guts, he nevertheless felt pity for the man. For the first time in years, Sretizi was determined. He is going to out a stop to the 'evil-doers', simply because he wants to leave his mark on history..
***A/N** That's it, that's my character.
Djinn: What wish would you like to have, young master?
Random dude: SUPA POWAZ!
Djinn: Is there anything I could make true, lord?
Old guy: .. Youth and charisma.
Djinn: Your heart speaks of wanting. I could make it true, milord.
Me: Hmmm. I wish to know what I want. Then you could hook me up in some insidious deal, spirit.