Post by kaytee on Nov 23, 2008 15:46:51 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Kaytee [commonly called Tizz]
How Long Have You Been RPing?: about six years
.in character
.basic info
Name: Luke Gerard Alexander
Nickname: Ace
Age: 17
Birthday: 09/29/91
Sexuality Undisclosed [though he's partial to boys]
Year: 2nd
Nationality: Australian[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Light dirty blonde. Always seems to sport the casual 'just rolled out of bed' look. Brushes the bottom of his earlobes and the back of his neck. Usually unkeptly wavy.
Eye Color: Light blue with darker blue around the pupil
Height: 5'8"
Clothes Style: He stays with a beachy, casual look, not bothering to put any effort towards dressing 'in style' and pointedly avoids the tight clothes look. Not a fan of having to wear very much, the most you'll really find him in is jeans and a hoodie. When he's around the dorms, his wardrobe usually consists of athletic warm-up sweats the slack loosely off his hips. Shirt? Not worth it in his book. He usually just throws on a pair of his old converse shoes when he's going out, but he's also a true believer in flip-flops. He hates wearing formal wear of any degree, and if forced to wear a tie will go no farther than draping to over his neck or tying to around his head.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Surfing, Painting, Swimming
Likes: The Beach, warm weather, Italian foods, being outdoors, getting along, sex, blue M&M's, having control, being on top
Dislikes: vanity, ego junkies, alcoholics, druggies, chaos, being talked about, having the spotlight, winter, harassment
Fears: never fitting in anywhere, losing what he loves, confinement
Strengths: social skills, holding his own, rationalizing, caring for friends
Weaknesses: short temper, hates studying, easily provoked
Dreams: to surf for a living
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Mom[Hannah], Dad[Redd], Grandmother[aka Wombat]
Hometown: Sydney, AU
History:
.other
Anything Else:
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
His heels hit the pavement one after another, their dull thuds echoing throughout the manicured campus lawns. Heavy gray clouds skidded slowly across the sky, thunder rumbling from their depths periodically. The only sounds that broke the still atmosphere were the quiet mulling of the students and the cadence of the boy's swift pace.
He didn't know where he was, or even how he'd gotten to this point. His arms pumped in time with his steps, pleading for more speed as he raced through the west halls, leaking rain that fell from the overhang like a drape. Every shallow breath stung his dry throat as he sharply pivoted around a corner, his foot slipping on the wet stone. He stuck an arm out, catching himself at a diagonal before he hastily resumed his sprint through the corridors. He felt anger towards himself rising up, his beaded brow furrowing deeply as he swiped the back of his hand against a flushed cheek, ducking his head towards his chest. He usually couldn't care less if he missed a class, but that was when he didn't stay on the same lawns as the teachers, see them at every hour and have them know his whereabouts almost all the time. Plus, it was his first day. And as less than thrilled he was about being practically kicked out the front door and sent a continent over to an all boys academy with on-site dorms, he felt that it would be a tragic fault on his behalf to miss the first day. He could still hear the whine of his alarm clock as he struck a limp arm out to hit the top of it, smacking the snooze button before he groggily rolled onto his back, groaning as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. He'd almost choked when he turned to look at the clock, realizing he was almost twenty minutes late for his first period class already. Jumping out of bed, he tugged on a faded blue shirt and was still trying to hoist his jeans up with one hand as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door, almost tripping down the stairs as he tried to take them at a dead sprint.
A winded groan leaked from his mouth as he recalled the folly of that morning, tucking his chin towards his chest, shockingly blue eyes remaining leveled on the ground before his as he quickly sped towards the history block, disshelved bagful of books and binders flopping against his hip. Turning another sharp corner, he nearly ran face-first into a door as it was abruptly opened. Walking quickly around it, his eyes scanned the rooms until he found the one he was looking for. He took a few skidding steps until he was stopped, his chest heaving with his breathing effort as he quickly took in his surroundings. The dark walls on either side of him were lined with doors, all uniform besides the teachers' names printed across the frosted glass pane. Walking up to the history classroom, he could hear the teacher beginning their lecture, the room filled with the jostling of papers and the monotone drone of the teacher contrasting to the echoing silence in the deserted hallway. Taking a deep breath and hoisting his book bad more securely on his shoulder, he slowly turned the door knob, stepping quickly inside and closing it with a quiet squeak and the click of the latch. The teacher's lessons stopped, and the room became unnaturally quiet save the sound of Luke's own breathing. He knew he was late, and he could feel everyone watching him as he strode down the aisles of students, picking an open seat near the window before withdrawing his books as quietly as he could, deciding not to answer when the teacher noted upon his lateness, and instead only glanced at them before looking down at the blank paper before him, twirling the pencil between his fingers as he wiped his sweaty palm on his pants leg.
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Your Name: Kaytee [commonly called Tizz]
How Long Have You Been RPing?: about six years
.in character
.basic info
Name: Luke Gerard Alexander
Nickname: Ace
Age: 17
Birthday: 09/29/91
Sexuality Undisclosed [though he's partial to boys]
Year: 2nd
Nationality: Australian[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Light dirty blonde. Always seems to sport the casual 'just rolled out of bed' look. Brushes the bottom of his earlobes and the back of his neck. Usually unkeptly wavy.
Eye Color: Light blue with darker blue around the pupil
Height: 5'8"
Clothes Style: He stays with a beachy, casual look, not bothering to put any effort towards dressing 'in style' and pointedly avoids the tight clothes look. Not a fan of having to wear very much, the most you'll really find him in is jeans and a hoodie. When he's around the dorms, his wardrobe usually consists of athletic warm-up sweats the slack loosely off his hips. Shirt? Not worth it in his book. He usually just throws on a pair of his old converse shoes when he's going out, but he's also a true believer in flip-flops. He hates wearing formal wear of any degree, and if forced to wear a tie will go no farther than draping to over his neck or tying to around his head.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Surfing, Painting, Swimming
Likes: The Beach, warm weather, Italian foods, being outdoors, getting along, sex, blue M&M's, having control, being on top
Dislikes: vanity, ego junkies, alcoholics, druggies, chaos, being talked about, having the spotlight, winter, harassment
Fears: never fitting in anywhere, losing what he loves, confinement
Strengths: social skills, holding his own, rationalizing, caring for friends
Weaknesses: short temper, hates studying, easily provoked
Dreams: to surf for a living
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Mom[Hannah], Dad[Redd], Grandmother[aka Wombat]
Hometown: Sydney, AU
History:
.other
Anything Else:
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
His heels hit the pavement one after another, their dull thuds echoing throughout the manicured campus lawns. Heavy gray clouds skidded slowly across the sky, thunder rumbling from their depths periodically. The only sounds that broke the still atmosphere were the quiet mulling of the students and the cadence of the boy's swift pace.
He didn't know where he was, or even how he'd gotten to this point. His arms pumped in time with his steps, pleading for more speed as he raced through the west halls, leaking rain that fell from the overhang like a drape. Every shallow breath stung his dry throat as he sharply pivoted around a corner, his foot slipping on the wet stone. He stuck an arm out, catching himself at a diagonal before he hastily resumed his sprint through the corridors. He felt anger towards himself rising up, his beaded brow furrowing deeply as he swiped the back of his hand against a flushed cheek, ducking his head towards his chest. He usually couldn't care less if he missed a class, but that was when he didn't stay on the same lawns as the teachers, see them at every hour and have them know his whereabouts almost all the time. Plus, it was his first day. And as less than thrilled he was about being practically kicked out the front door and sent a continent over to an all boys academy with on-site dorms, he felt that it would be a tragic fault on his behalf to miss the first day. He could still hear the whine of his alarm clock as he struck a limp arm out to hit the top of it, smacking the snooze button before he groggily rolled onto his back, groaning as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. He'd almost choked when he turned to look at the clock, realizing he was almost twenty minutes late for his first period class already. Jumping out of bed, he tugged on a faded blue shirt and was still trying to hoist his jeans up with one hand as he grabbed his keys and headed out the door, almost tripping down the stairs as he tried to take them at a dead sprint.
A winded groan leaked from his mouth as he recalled the folly of that morning, tucking his chin towards his chest, shockingly blue eyes remaining leveled on the ground before his as he quickly sped towards the history block, disshelved bagful of books and binders flopping against his hip. Turning another sharp corner, he nearly ran face-first into a door as it was abruptly opened. Walking quickly around it, his eyes scanned the rooms until he found the one he was looking for. He took a few skidding steps until he was stopped, his chest heaving with his breathing effort as he quickly took in his surroundings. The dark walls on either side of him were lined with doors, all uniform besides the teachers' names printed across the frosted glass pane. Walking up to the history classroom, he could hear the teacher beginning their lecture, the room filled with the jostling of papers and the monotone drone of the teacher contrasting to the echoing silence in the deserted hallway. Taking a deep breath and hoisting his book bad more securely on his shoulder, he slowly turned the door knob, stepping quickly inside and closing it with a quiet squeak and the click of the latch. The teacher's lessons stopped, and the room became unnaturally quiet save the sound of Luke's own breathing. He knew he was late, and he could feel everyone watching him as he strode down the aisles of students, picking an open seat near the window before withdrawing his books as quietly as he could, deciding not to answer when the teacher noted upon his lateness, and instead only glanced at them before looking down at the blank paper before him, twirling the pencil between his fingers as he wiped his sweaty palm on his pants leg.
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