Post by likewooh on Dec 22, 2008 17:04:29 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: cia
How Long Have You Been RPing?: 3 years
.in character
.basic info
Name: Layden Andrew Warrington
Nickname: Andy, War
Age: 17
Birthday: January 3
Year: Second
Nationality: British [/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Black, tint of brown and blonde
Eye Color: Hazel with a ting of green
Height: 5'9"
Clothes Style: Casual/preppy
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:
twisting his body -it's quite easy-
winning an argument -not many people can say they win fights everytime
Likes:
water
coffee
bracelets
writing music
listening to music
soft rock/alternative
reading
blank papers
mascara
jukeboxes
guys –perhaps-
cuddling –strangely, it just gives me a warm feeling-
eating
drawing/doodling –mostly scribbles-
makeup -face paint makeup-
jelly beans
Dislikes:
mother
adopted sister
people invading his bubble who he doesn’t know
feeling uncomfortable
how clueless he can be
cynical people –to an extent-
enclosed areas
feeling vulnerable
school
his monotonous life
cream covered pastries
feeling clueless
consistent messes –neat freak here-
Fears:
spiders
heights
excessive flashing lights
his feelings going against him
fast movements
getting mortally sick
falling
new situations
Strengths:
writing music
listening
origami
reenacting things
Weaknesses:
writing music -in a sense it is a weakness, i can't live without it-
the band –again, I can’t live without it
boys
fixing things –it’s compulsive. i just have to fix things-
new situations
Dreams:
being considered normal
play a guitar better than his sister
having the guts to call his father a bastard
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Mother; Charlotte Warrington ll Father; Jacob Warrington ll Older Sister; Estelle Warrington ll Younger Sister; Emma Warrington
Hometown: Surrey, United Kingdom
History:
.other
Anything Else: Ur, i don't think so
.roleplaying[/font]
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
From another site; my other character
It was obvious; Spencer just wanted something to talk about; inconvenient silences made him a lot more uncomfortable than he was when he first walked it. Most times, when around a group of people there were no silences or awkward silences for that matter, but now that it was just him and Dylan, he didn’t want there to be awkward silences. It was already probably awkward for the both of them, being alone, in a room, avoiding all the things they could do; and it was probably because of him most likely. It was too bad that Spencer was so secretive about his feeling towards Dylan and all they’d ever do together was cuddle because he didn’t want their friendship to escalate and affect the band. Was he wrong to think about the band over his best friend? In a way he wasn’t thinking only of the band, but the people in it and the aftermath if he and Dylan were to date. They all wanted the same thing and that was for the band to work out; and Spencer didn’t want to be the one to ruin it and drag Dylan into it. He hated being a fault for something so uncontrollable, and he’d do anything, as always, to avoid the situation from happening. Could it happen in the long run? Yes; and that’s what scared Spencer the most, getting in so deep with liking Dylan that he wouldn’t care about anything else. Life was so confusing, but this is the only interesting thing he’d dealt with since he ran away.
Spencer was aware what Dylan was doing, basically knew everything about his obsession for the Libertines. He was aware that Dylan wanted to make a remake, but Spencer didn’t quite have an answer for him. He didn’t want to make Dylan mad, but he also didn’t want the band to be mad, so it was up to them. “I-uh. I’m not sure, Dylan. I know it would be cool, but it’s not up to me and you together to convince the band. I’m sort of neutral on this. If the band agrees then, I’m all up for it, but if they don’t, I can’t just disregard them.” Spencer concluded, with a soft cough at the end; a sign that he was anticipating Dylan’s retaliation more than he should be. Even if he knew that, he’d most likely lose out in the end, it honestly wasn’t up to him to convince the band that was up to Dylan. Spencer considered himself on the sidelines; he didn’t make a lot of the decisions for the band, so what made Dylan think it would matter if he put in his two cents about a remake of the Libertines songs? “You have to go it alone. With me around, it won’t make a difference.” In his eyes, that was the way he saw it. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to do a remake of the Libertines songs, but he wasn’t going to just come out and say it, to his best friend.
“I’m pretty sure it is, Mr. Amherst. I doubt you’ll notice the changes though. You probably won’t stay in this room long enough to notice them, which is a good thing; it’ll stay neater for a longer time.” Spencer smirked despite that fact that Dylan was just above him, and inevitably couldn’t see him. It only made sense for him to be mischievous when Dylan wasn’t looking; it didn’t make him daring, it just brought him to a new level, oh but it was obvious he was a wimp. He could live with that. Nobody knew enough about Spencer, not even Dylan, to know that he could clean up everything. Even though his old home in Vegas wasn’t the tidiest, he’d learned quickly how to clean up the nastiest things. This room was below the list of the most disgusting rooms he’d ever seen, so it was no problem. He was aware that there were probably things stuffed in hard to reach areas, clothing pushed in the closet, stuff on the floor, etc. He was aware what he’d have to deal with and it was so easy for him to be exited about cleaning, but he was always anticipating what would happen between him and Dylan and just as he cleaned the room, he was making careful decisions. Although it didn’t make sense to him completely now, he knew he was treating the invisible situation between him and Dylan, as if he was cleaning a room. He knew, Dylan would never completely understand him, he didn’t even know himself enough yet.
Spencer twisted around in Dylan’s arms, and looked at him blankly. Yeah, sure he enjoyed going to parties, but not the ones that Dylan went to. Spencer knew what he was in for at the type of parties his best friend went to; drugs, drinking, and the whole shebang. Honestly, Spencer wasn’t really up for it, but he couldn’t say no. Maybe his preferences had changed since the last time and now he went to parties without the excessive intoxicating smoke, in the air; and the tightly knit spaces that you most likely would just close your eyes and fall unconscious on the ground. To him, that sounded like a plan and he didn’t want to ruin Dylan’s night if he was actually inviting him to go to a party. Take you out? Spencer ignored it, knowing and thinking of the true meaning of it. Take you out, always meant date, but Spencer wasn’t sure if he could make a joke out of that, or avoid it none the less. He wanted to confront it, but he was a wimp and he’d forever be that way. He’d never break outside of his shell, and would always be the same Spencer; alone in the world. Dylan just wouldn’t want to deal with him after all this. “Sure, sounds cool.” He finally uttered before twisting back around, and bunching up back into a ball. He felt ashamed that that was all he’d bothered to say, but in his eyes it was better to ignore the message behind Dylan’s words, and just act as if they didn’t matter. Mentally, he was hitting himself continuously for acting so stupid and physically he wanted to hit himself or speak down to himself. It didn’t make things better, but it did make him forgive himself easily.
Spencer could only do one thing, and that was to bite the inside of his mouth, hoping Dylan wasn’t that interested in what he’d failed to say clearly, but he was wrong in thinking that Dylan wouldn’t be suspicious, wrong in thinking that he wouldn’t want to know what he’s said. It was a stupid move, admittedly and now he had to get himself out of this, one way or another. “I was just saying; what if we were to do the Libertines cover, what would be the first song we’d remake.” Spencer said, smiling at himself. Hopefully, his voice had been convincing enough for Dylan, so he did not hear the slight rushed tone in his voice as words seemed to form with another and come out his mouth. It made perfect sense though, to bring up the Libertines remake again but he just hoped that he was at least convincing.
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Your Name: cia
How Long Have You Been RPing?: 3 years
.in character
.basic info
Name: Layden Andrew Warrington
Nickname: Andy, War
Age: 17
Birthday: January 3
Year: Second
Nationality: British [/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Black, tint of brown and blonde
Eye Color: Hazel with a ting of green
Height: 5'9"
Clothes Style: Casual/preppy
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:
twisting his body -it's quite easy-
winning an argument -not many people can say they win fights everytime
Likes:
water
coffee
bracelets
writing music
listening to music
soft rock/alternative
reading
blank papers
mascara
jukeboxes
guys –perhaps-
cuddling –strangely, it just gives me a warm feeling-
eating
drawing/doodling –mostly scribbles-
makeup -face paint makeup-
jelly beans
Dislikes:
mother
adopted sister
people invading his bubble who he doesn’t know
feeling uncomfortable
how clueless he can be
cynical people –to an extent-
enclosed areas
feeling vulnerable
school
his monotonous life
cream covered pastries
feeling clueless
consistent messes –neat freak here-
Fears:
spiders
heights
excessive flashing lights
his feelings going against him
fast movements
getting mortally sick
falling
new situations
Strengths:
writing music
listening
origami
reenacting things
Weaknesses:
writing music -in a sense it is a weakness, i can't live without it-
the band –again, I can’t live without it
boys
fixing things –it’s compulsive. i just have to fix things-
new situations
Dreams:
being considered normal
play a guitar better than his sister
having the guts to call his father a bastard
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Mother; Charlotte Warrington ll Father; Jacob Warrington ll Older Sister; Estelle Warrington ll Younger Sister; Emma Warrington
Hometown: Surrey, United Kingdom
History:
.other
Anything Else: Ur, i don't think so
.roleplaying[/font]
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
From another site; my other character
It was obvious; Spencer just wanted something to talk about; inconvenient silences made him a lot more uncomfortable than he was when he first walked it. Most times, when around a group of people there were no silences or awkward silences for that matter, but now that it was just him and Dylan, he didn’t want there to be awkward silences. It was already probably awkward for the both of them, being alone, in a room, avoiding all the things they could do; and it was probably because of him most likely. It was too bad that Spencer was so secretive about his feeling towards Dylan and all they’d ever do together was cuddle because he didn’t want their friendship to escalate and affect the band. Was he wrong to think about the band over his best friend? In a way he wasn’t thinking only of the band, but the people in it and the aftermath if he and Dylan were to date. They all wanted the same thing and that was for the band to work out; and Spencer didn’t want to be the one to ruin it and drag Dylan into it. He hated being a fault for something so uncontrollable, and he’d do anything, as always, to avoid the situation from happening. Could it happen in the long run? Yes; and that’s what scared Spencer the most, getting in so deep with liking Dylan that he wouldn’t care about anything else. Life was so confusing, but this is the only interesting thing he’d dealt with since he ran away.
Spencer was aware what Dylan was doing, basically knew everything about his obsession for the Libertines. He was aware that Dylan wanted to make a remake, but Spencer didn’t quite have an answer for him. He didn’t want to make Dylan mad, but he also didn’t want the band to be mad, so it was up to them. “I-uh. I’m not sure, Dylan. I know it would be cool, but it’s not up to me and you together to convince the band. I’m sort of neutral on this. If the band agrees then, I’m all up for it, but if they don’t, I can’t just disregard them.” Spencer concluded, with a soft cough at the end; a sign that he was anticipating Dylan’s retaliation more than he should be. Even if he knew that, he’d most likely lose out in the end, it honestly wasn’t up to him to convince the band that was up to Dylan. Spencer considered himself on the sidelines; he didn’t make a lot of the decisions for the band, so what made Dylan think it would matter if he put in his two cents about a remake of the Libertines songs? “You have to go it alone. With me around, it won’t make a difference.” In his eyes, that was the way he saw it. Truthfully, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to do a remake of the Libertines songs, but he wasn’t going to just come out and say it, to his best friend.
“I’m pretty sure it is, Mr. Amherst. I doubt you’ll notice the changes though. You probably won’t stay in this room long enough to notice them, which is a good thing; it’ll stay neater for a longer time.” Spencer smirked despite that fact that Dylan was just above him, and inevitably couldn’t see him. It only made sense for him to be mischievous when Dylan wasn’t looking; it didn’t make him daring, it just brought him to a new level, oh but it was obvious he was a wimp. He could live with that. Nobody knew enough about Spencer, not even Dylan, to know that he could clean up everything. Even though his old home in Vegas wasn’t the tidiest, he’d learned quickly how to clean up the nastiest things. This room was below the list of the most disgusting rooms he’d ever seen, so it was no problem. He was aware that there were probably things stuffed in hard to reach areas, clothing pushed in the closet, stuff on the floor, etc. He was aware what he’d have to deal with and it was so easy for him to be exited about cleaning, but he was always anticipating what would happen between him and Dylan and just as he cleaned the room, he was making careful decisions. Although it didn’t make sense to him completely now, he knew he was treating the invisible situation between him and Dylan, as if he was cleaning a room. He knew, Dylan would never completely understand him, he didn’t even know himself enough yet.
Spencer twisted around in Dylan’s arms, and looked at him blankly. Yeah, sure he enjoyed going to parties, but not the ones that Dylan went to. Spencer knew what he was in for at the type of parties his best friend went to; drugs, drinking, and the whole shebang. Honestly, Spencer wasn’t really up for it, but he couldn’t say no. Maybe his preferences had changed since the last time and now he went to parties without the excessive intoxicating smoke, in the air; and the tightly knit spaces that you most likely would just close your eyes and fall unconscious on the ground. To him, that sounded like a plan and he didn’t want to ruin Dylan’s night if he was actually inviting him to go to a party. Take you out? Spencer ignored it, knowing and thinking of the true meaning of it. Take you out, always meant date, but Spencer wasn’t sure if he could make a joke out of that, or avoid it none the less. He wanted to confront it, but he was a wimp and he’d forever be that way. He’d never break outside of his shell, and would always be the same Spencer; alone in the world. Dylan just wouldn’t want to deal with him after all this. “Sure, sounds cool.” He finally uttered before twisting back around, and bunching up back into a ball. He felt ashamed that that was all he’d bothered to say, but in his eyes it was better to ignore the message behind Dylan’s words, and just act as if they didn’t matter. Mentally, he was hitting himself continuously for acting so stupid and physically he wanted to hit himself or speak down to himself. It didn’t make things better, but it did make him forgive himself easily.
Spencer could only do one thing, and that was to bite the inside of his mouth, hoping Dylan wasn’t that interested in what he’d failed to say clearly, but he was wrong in thinking that Dylan wouldn’t be suspicious, wrong in thinking that he wouldn’t want to know what he’s said. It was a stupid move, admittedly and now he had to get himself out of this, one way or another. “I was just saying; what if we were to do the Libertines cover, what would be the first song we’d remake.” Spencer said, smiling at himself. Hopefully, his voice had been convincing enough for Dylan, so he did not hear the slight rushed tone in his voice as words seemed to form with another and come out his mouth. It made perfect sense though, to bring up the Libertines remake again but he just hoped that he was at least convincing.
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