Post by xtremity on Dec 21, 2008 18:35:36 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Zeik
How Long Have You Been RPing?: 3…4 years give or take.
.in character
.basic info
Name:
Cameron Lee Miller
Nickname:
BlueJay
Age:
Seventeen
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Birthday:
July 7, 1991
Year:
Second Year
Nationality:German, Polish, and American[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color:
In sunlight, it looks light a medium-dark shade of brown, but indoors, or shady days, it’s more of a dark-dark brown/blackish colour. He has side swept bangs and a few layers here and there. It’s a medium length, meaning it reaches just barely below his shoulders. Recently, he bleached a few strands blonde.
Eye Color:
Blueish
Height:
Approximately 5’ 7”
Clothes Style:
He loves graphic or worded Tee’s and hoodies with a pair of jeans or shorts. He enjoys treating himself to a brand named article every now or then, like Hollister, Adidas, DC shoes, etc. Otherwise, he buys what ever looks cool and comfy. His style is more laid back. The first thing that somewhat matches and is clean is what he usually leaves the house with. To be honest, he doesn’t mind the school uniforms all the much.
Basic Appearance:
He still has that boy-ish charm, which he’s not at all timid about using. He’s slender, 111 pounds, but then again, he is one of the pickiest eaters there is. He’s slightly tanned. Not extremely, but definitely not pale. He has several burn marks on his forearms and a scar cutting through his right eyebrow.
.attitudeCameron has a pretty laid back personality. He doesn’t feel the need to be the center of attention every second of everyday. However, that doesn’t mean he’s quiet. He’s actually quite a chatterbox.
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Talents:
He has a natural born talent for music. He can wiggle his ears and put his foot behind his head.
Likes:
Bubblegum, pickup lines, Live Strong and duck tape bracelets, hats, singing, playgrounds, boys and girls, cute sayings, glow sticks, Fruit Loops, bubble baths, hugs and kisses, his parents, tree climbing, turtles, nerdy glasses
Dislikes:
Unhappy people, screamo music (he respect it, he just doesn’t understand why someone would scream for three minutes straight), couples making out in movie theaters, gold teeth, cockroaches, breakups, Johnny Depp
Fears:
The dark, dirty water, Muslim people, tall buildings, dying alone
Strengths:
He is a good listener and secret keeper. He can remember something you told him a few weeks ago. Once he makes a promise, he’ll try to be sure to keep it. He tries to see at least a little good in everybody he meets.
Weaknesses:
At times, he can have a little too big of an ego, especially when he writes a new song. But a little pride never hurt anyone, right? He makes too many assumptions without checking if they’re right. He holds onto grudges for ridiculously amounts of time and gives into peer pressure way too easily. He would try it the first time, be hesitant on the second, but end up doing it, even if he knew he shouldn’t.
Dreams:
His biggest dream is to one day be signed by a record company and millions of people hear and like his music.
Personality:
He is simple. He’ll let you know how he feels and where you stand with him. He’s an open person, which can have its downfalls. Little acts of kindness surprise and excite him. He puts his music first, and then family, which leaves his friends third and sometimes it shows how low on his priorities they are.
Certain jokes and critiques he takes too personally. When he feels hurt, he usually says things he would have never said otherwise. When he’s really down, he might have a cigarette/beer or two.
He can be very dedicated to his projects and work, but only if they interest him. If it bores him, he’ll push it off until the day before and spend all night working on it. If it catches his attention, he’ll finish it in the first few days.
.ze past
His mother had died giving birth to him. For nine years he had lived without a mother until his father remarried. She was a psychologist, who made him a little uncomfortable at times, but she did have good advice. The summer after his sixteenth birthday, his parents decided to send him to an all boys’ boarding school they had heard of from a friend. This was most likely due to the fact Cameron had just started dating a boy from town and they didn’t know how to handle it.
Family Members:
Zachary Miller-father
Marie Miller-stepmother
Jessica Miller-late birthmother
Hometown:
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
.other
Anything Else:
The only drug he’s ever tried was weed, and it really didn’t appeal to him.
He’s never had sex, but he has done plenty of other things.
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
Cameron was still in his room, still in his underwear, and still in his bed. He had the covers pulled over his head; no curtains meant no protection from the sun's horribly bright light. He couldn’t figure out why someone would want to steal curtains, but nevertheless, someone was out there taking them. In the shade of his blankets, it still wasn't as dark as it was a few hours ago. Maybe he should start his projects sooner so he could actually get some sleep. The very thought made him chuckle. Hesitantly, he yanked the blankets from his body, and threw them to the end of his bed. The sudden feeling of the room's temperature caused him to curl back into a ball on his side. It took a few more minutes before he actually got up.
Yawn. Stretch. He made his way across his dirty looking carpet to the full-length mirror across the room. A two second sweep over told him his hair would take a few hours of straightening, he should consider buying foundation, and wear real pajamas to bed. He grabbed the brush he had tied to a string taped to the mirror to start on the bed head chaos. Letting the brush fall back against the wall, he grabbed a heap of dark cotton from the floor and slid it up to his waist. After searching for his white top, he slid that on and buttoned it up. If there was anything about the uniform he disliked most, it was the tie and shoe code. He had only learned how fasten the tie properly last year. Now, he could practically tie it with his eyes clothes.
After mumbling to him self about the dress code, he finished dressing, seized his bag, and left the dorm room, not bothering to perfect his hair. The cafeteria was nearly empty; he was later than he thought. At least he didn’t have to wait in a line, though there wasn’t much let to choose from. He decided on a fruit salad consisting of honeydew, pineapple, red grapes, and a little seedless watermelon. Not bothering to sit and enjoy the morning, he stood next to the trashcan and basically shoved the fruit down his throat. Finished. He tossed the Styrofoam and started towards his first class for the day.
Your Name: Zeik
How Long Have You Been RPing?: 3…4 years give or take.
.in character
.basic info
Name:
Cameron Lee Miller
Nickname:
BlueJay
Age:
Seventeen
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Birthday:
July 7, 1991
Year:
Second Year
Nationality:German, Polish, and American[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color:
In sunlight, it looks light a medium-dark shade of brown, but indoors, or shady days, it’s more of a dark-dark brown/blackish colour. He has side swept bangs and a few layers here and there. It’s a medium length, meaning it reaches just barely below his shoulders. Recently, he bleached a few strands blonde.
Eye Color:
Blueish
Height:
Approximately 5’ 7”
Clothes Style:
He loves graphic or worded Tee’s and hoodies with a pair of jeans or shorts. He enjoys treating himself to a brand named article every now or then, like Hollister, Adidas, DC shoes, etc. Otherwise, he buys what ever looks cool and comfy. His style is more laid back. The first thing that somewhat matches and is clean is what he usually leaves the house with. To be honest, he doesn’t mind the school uniforms all the much.
Basic Appearance:
He still has that boy-ish charm, which he’s not at all timid about using. He’s slender, 111 pounds, but then again, he is one of the pickiest eaters there is. He’s slightly tanned. Not extremely, but definitely not pale. He has several burn marks on his forearms and a scar cutting through his right eyebrow.
.attitudeCameron has a pretty laid back personality. He doesn’t feel the need to be the center of attention every second of everyday. However, that doesn’t mean he’s quiet. He’s actually quite a chatterbox.
[/size]
Talents:
He has a natural born talent for music. He can wiggle his ears and put his foot behind his head.
Likes:
Bubblegum, pickup lines, Live Strong and duck tape bracelets, hats, singing, playgrounds, boys and girls, cute sayings, glow sticks, Fruit Loops, bubble baths, hugs and kisses, his parents, tree climbing, turtles, nerdy glasses
Dislikes:
Unhappy people, screamo music (he respect it, he just doesn’t understand why someone would scream for three minutes straight), couples making out in movie theaters, gold teeth, cockroaches, breakups, Johnny Depp
Fears:
The dark, dirty water, Muslim people, tall buildings, dying alone
Strengths:
He is a good listener and secret keeper. He can remember something you told him a few weeks ago. Once he makes a promise, he’ll try to be sure to keep it. He tries to see at least a little good in everybody he meets.
Weaknesses:
At times, he can have a little too big of an ego, especially when he writes a new song. But a little pride never hurt anyone, right? He makes too many assumptions without checking if they’re right. He holds onto grudges for ridiculously amounts of time and gives into peer pressure way too easily. He would try it the first time, be hesitant on the second, but end up doing it, even if he knew he shouldn’t.
Dreams:
His biggest dream is to one day be signed by a record company and millions of people hear and like his music.
Personality:
He is simple. He’ll let you know how he feels and where you stand with him. He’s an open person, which can have its downfalls. Little acts of kindness surprise and excite him. He puts his music first, and then family, which leaves his friends third and sometimes it shows how low on his priorities they are.
Certain jokes and critiques he takes too personally. When he feels hurt, he usually says things he would have never said otherwise. When he’s really down, he might have a cigarette/beer or two.
He can be very dedicated to his projects and work, but only if they interest him. If it bores him, he’ll push it off until the day before and spend all night working on it. If it catches his attention, he’ll finish it in the first few days.
.ze past
His mother had died giving birth to him. For nine years he had lived without a mother until his father remarried. She was a psychologist, who made him a little uncomfortable at times, but she did have good advice. The summer after his sixteenth birthday, his parents decided to send him to an all boys’ boarding school they had heard of from a friend. This was most likely due to the fact Cameron had just started dating a boy from town and they didn’t know how to handle it.
Family Members:
Zachary Miller-father
Marie Miller-stepmother
Jessica Miller-late birthmother
Hometown:
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
.other
Anything Else:
The only drug he’s ever tried was weed, and it really didn’t appeal to him.
He’s never had sex, but he has done plenty of other things.
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
Cameron was still in his room, still in his underwear, and still in his bed. He had the covers pulled over his head; no curtains meant no protection from the sun's horribly bright light. He couldn’t figure out why someone would want to steal curtains, but nevertheless, someone was out there taking them. In the shade of his blankets, it still wasn't as dark as it was a few hours ago. Maybe he should start his projects sooner so he could actually get some sleep. The very thought made him chuckle. Hesitantly, he yanked the blankets from his body, and threw them to the end of his bed. The sudden feeling of the room's temperature caused him to curl back into a ball on his side. It took a few more minutes before he actually got up.
Yawn. Stretch. He made his way across his dirty looking carpet to the full-length mirror across the room. A two second sweep over told him his hair would take a few hours of straightening, he should consider buying foundation, and wear real pajamas to bed. He grabbed the brush he had tied to a string taped to the mirror to start on the bed head chaos. Letting the brush fall back against the wall, he grabbed a heap of dark cotton from the floor and slid it up to his waist. After searching for his white top, he slid that on and buttoned it up. If there was anything about the uniform he disliked most, it was the tie and shoe code. He had only learned how fasten the tie properly last year. Now, he could practically tie it with his eyes clothes.
After mumbling to him self about the dress code, he finished dressing, seized his bag, and left the dorm room, not bothering to perfect his hair. The cafeteria was nearly empty; he was later than he thought. At least he didn’t have to wait in a line, though there wasn’t much let to choose from. He decided on a fruit salad consisting of honeydew, pineapple, red grapes, and a little seedless watermelon. Not bothering to sit and enjoy the morning, he stood next to the trashcan and basically shoved the fruit down his throat. Finished. He tossed the Styrofoam and started towards his first class for the day.
