Post by clair on Dec 21, 2008 19:39:55 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Hello, my name is Clair!
How Long Have You Been RPing?: I believe three/four years?
.in character
.basic info
Name: Alexander Noel Covington
Nickname: Xander. Call him Xander. Pronounced Zan-durr.
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: May Fifth.
Year: 3rd.
Nationality: Very slightly German. Other than that, boring boring American.[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Short, dirty blonde curls that fall just below his ears.
Eye Color: Iris blue. The worst of the blues. Not light blue, but not a dark royal blue. Just.. blue.
Height: He stands at about 5'10". He's glad to not be freakishly tall.
Clothes Style: Xander has a very laid-back sense of style. He opts for the easiest, simplest style of clothing. He has no problems with throwing on a T-shirt, jeans and a jacket. The one thing about Xander's clothing style is if something doesn't match with something else, he refuses to wear it. And if someone else looks like they dressed in the dark, well, he has no problem ripping it all off, leaving them in their underwear and telling them to go back and change. And try to turn the light on this time.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Xander is an artist by nature. He has been drawing as long as he could hold a pencil, and personally likes to think he is an okay artist. He draws realism and draws it all the time. However, he's pretty secretive about his drawings. Not just everyone is allowed to see them. He is often caught scribbling a student's face as they are sitting down to lunch or talking to their friends. When someone approaches him about this, he quickly closes the sketchbook. Long story short, he's not looking for feedback from his peers.
Likes: Xander enjoys a nice cup of tea, a good book, the feeling of a new sketchbook in his hands, feeling warm and cozy beside the fire, fruit smoothies, caramel, water in a can.
Dislikes: Xander does not like coffee, chocolate (it upsets his stomach), sports (he has no hand-eye coordination), zits, colors that clash worn together, being in big groups of people, water and piercings.
Fears: One of Xander's biggest fears is having his obituary say "Xander Covington. Died but nobody actually noticed. He's not having a memorial service because nobody cares anyway." He's also quite paranoid about everyone just using him and not liking him at all. He's very doubtful of everyone else.
His ultimate fear is death by drowning, as he has had several accounts with water that were not so pleasant.
Strengths: Xander is a very good and loyal friend to everyone he trusts. He would never turn his back on a friend. However, this is very often taken advantage of. Xander is always trustworthy with secrets and if he promises to not tell a soul, he won't.
Xander always tells the truth, which can sometimes double as a bad thing. He tries to be gentle with the harsh truth, but ultimately is just blunt about it, leading to some harsh consequences.
Weaknesses: Xander has a quick temper, but he also diffuses quickly. He will be yelling at you one moment, but just give him one minute and he'll be begging at your feet to forgive him. Xander is quick to assume things, however, and will not hesitate to start accusing everyone of ridiculous things.
Dreams: Xander wants to be a professional artist, however his family wants him to go in to the family business and go to culinary school. Xander has no particular liking for cooking, and he's not very good at it. He pours his heart and soul in to it, but it just doesn't work out for him.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Georgia Anne Covington (Restaurant Owner), David Tristan Covington (Chef). Only child.
Hometown: Nashville, Tennessee.
History:
.other
Anything Else:[/font]
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
Luke was utterly disinterested.
He wasn't the kind of person who could just let go like that, and let it all hang out. He was fun when just hanging out at the coffee shop, talking about how ridiculous the girl who kept coming on to everything with a pulse was or that you liked Britney Spears' british accent and thought she should go Brit all the time. But when it came to partying and leaving your inhibitions behind, he could simply not. Sometimes he would stop and think, how does everyone else do it? The answer came simply, they were drunk or stoned. Luke would never be able to achieve such a level of confidence unless he were drunk or stoned as well. And to be honest, Luke wasn't sure he even liked drinking that much and he always payed a little more attention than everyone else when they were having those don't do drugs seminars. So he was getting the most of out this experience by staying here tightly against the wall.
"Mm, here baby, take it!"
Having spaced completely out for these last few moments, he was suddenly jolted back to reality when one of the many hormonal women dancing (most completely off the beat - everyone besides Luke was too drunk to notice, though) shouted out drunkenly. She was moving rapidly to the beat blaring out from the speakers above, filling the room with loud, obnoxious techno music. Perhaps you had to be drunk to appreciate it. The girl and some others in a clump had seemed to=2 0gather some followers. Most of the room had clustered around and began to dance as well, each one baring more skin than the last. Luke was actually expecting to see someone completely naked - luckily, he didn't get that far until Rich had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
"Man," he slurred. "Youze gotta looshen up." Luke glanced over at him. His dark hair was tousled, his clothes twisted around, his pants practically falling down and he was holding a questionable substance in a cup that was threatening to spill any moment. "I'm so proud of my little boy," Luke said flatly. "He's messy, drunk and smelly." Rich didn't seem offended in the least. "I'd rather shmell like fun than shmell like.. like.." Rich seemed at a loss for a good word. "Wellllll.. anywaysh, you should try this. Itsho good." With no intentions of trying the drink at all, Luke took it from him. "You're going to regret something in the morning, you know that?" Rich just shrugged and walked off as Luke looked for someone to pass the drink to. Seeing no one around, except for the people in the big dancing clump which now included Rich doing the chicken dance, he shuffled closer to the clump, holding out the drink, hoping someone would just grab it from him before he had to get too close. He already felt too close. I mean, there were people having sex at his feet.
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Hopefully no continuity mistakes. If you need me to bulk anything up, I can.. but not right now because I have major writer's block.
Your Name: Hello, my name is Clair!
How Long Have You Been RPing?: I believe three/four years?
.in character
.basic info
Name: Alexander Noel Covington
Nickname: Xander. Call him Xander. Pronounced Zan-durr.
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: May Fifth.
Year: 3rd.
Nationality: Very slightly German. Other than that, boring boring American.[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Short, dirty blonde curls that fall just below his ears.
Eye Color: Iris blue. The worst of the blues. Not light blue, but not a dark royal blue. Just.. blue.
Height: He stands at about 5'10". He's glad to not be freakishly tall.
Clothes Style: Xander has a very laid-back sense of style. He opts for the easiest, simplest style of clothing. He has no problems with throwing on a T-shirt, jeans and a jacket. The one thing about Xander's clothing style is if something doesn't match with something else, he refuses to wear it. And if someone else looks like they dressed in the dark, well, he has no problem ripping it all off, leaving them in their underwear and telling them to go back and change. And try to turn the light on this time.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents: Xander is an artist by nature. He has been drawing as long as he could hold a pencil, and personally likes to think he is an okay artist. He draws realism and draws it all the time. However, he's pretty secretive about his drawings. Not just everyone is allowed to see them. He is often caught scribbling a student's face as they are sitting down to lunch or talking to their friends. When someone approaches him about this, he quickly closes the sketchbook. Long story short, he's not looking for feedback from his peers.
Likes: Xander enjoys a nice cup of tea, a good book, the feeling of a new sketchbook in his hands, feeling warm and cozy beside the fire, fruit smoothies, caramel, water in a can.
Dislikes: Xander does not like coffee, chocolate (it upsets his stomach), sports (he has no hand-eye coordination), zits, colors that clash worn together, being in big groups of people, water and piercings.
Fears: One of Xander's biggest fears is having his obituary say "Xander Covington. Died but nobody actually noticed. He's not having a memorial service because nobody cares anyway." He's also quite paranoid about everyone just using him and not liking him at all. He's very doubtful of everyone else.
His ultimate fear is death by drowning, as he has had several accounts with water that were not so pleasant.
Strengths: Xander is a very good and loyal friend to everyone he trusts. He would never turn his back on a friend. However, this is very often taken advantage of. Xander is always trustworthy with secrets and if he promises to not tell a soul, he won't.
Xander always tells the truth, which can sometimes double as a bad thing. He tries to be gentle with the harsh truth, but ultimately is just blunt about it, leading to some harsh consequences.
Weaknesses: Xander has a quick temper, but he also diffuses quickly. He will be yelling at you one moment, but just give him one minute and he'll be begging at your feet to forgive him. Xander is quick to assume things, however, and will not hesitate to start accusing everyone of ridiculous things.
Dreams: Xander wants to be a professional artist, however his family wants him to go in to the family business and go to culinary school. Xander has no particular liking for cooking, and he's not very good at it. He pours his heart and soul in to it, but it just doesn't work out for him.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: Georgia Anne Covington (Restaurant Owner), David Tristan Covington (Chef). Only child.
Hometown: Nashville, Tennessee.
History:
.other
Anything Else:[/font]
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
Luke was utterly disinterested.
He wasn't the kind of person who could just let go like that, and let it all hang out. He was fun when just hanging out at the coffee shop, talking about how ridiculous the girl who kept coming on to everything with a pulse was or that you liked Britney Spears' british accent and thought she should go Brit all the time. But when it came to partying and leaving your inhibitions behind, he could simply not. Sometimes he would stop and think, how does everyone else do it? The answer came simply, they were drunk or stoned. Luke would never be able to achieve such a level of confidence unless he were drunk or stoned as well. And to be honest, Luke wasn't sure he even liked drinking that much and he always payed a little more attention than everyone else when they were having those don't do drugs seminars. So he was getting the most of out this experience by staying here tightly against the wall.
"Mm, here baby, take it!"
Having spaced completely out for these last few moments, he was suddenly jolted back to reality when one of the many hormonal women dancing (most completely off the beat - everyone besides Luke was too drunk to notice, though) shouted out drunkenly. She was moving rapidly to the beat blaring out from the speakers above, filling the room with loud, obnoxious techno music. Perhaps you had to be drunk to appreciate it. The girl and some others in a clump had seemed to=2 0gather some followers. Most of the room had clustered around and began to dance as well, each one baring more skin than the last. Luke was actually expecting to see someone completely naked - luckily, he didn't get that far until Rich had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
"Man," he slurred. "Youze gotta looshen up." Luke glanced over at him. His dark hair was tousled, his clothes twisted around, his pants practically falling down and he was holding a questionable substance in a cup that was threatening to spill any moment. "I'm so proud of my little boy," Luke said flatly. "He's messy, drunk and smelly." Rich didn't seem offended in the least. "I'd rather shmell like fun than shmell like.. like.." Rich seemed at a loss for a good word. "Wellllll.. anywaysh, you should try this. Itsho good." With no intentions of trying the drink at all, Luke took it from him. "You're going to regret something in the morning, you know that?" Rich just shrugged and walked off as Luke looked for someone to pass the drink to. Seeing no one around, except for the people in the big dancing clump which now included Rich doing the chicken dance, he shuffled closer to the clump, holding out the drink, hoping someone would just grab it from him before he had to get too close. He already felt too close. I mean, there were people having sex at his feet.
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Hopefully no continuity mistakes. If you need me to bulk anything up, I can.. but not right now because I have major writer's block.
