Post by London's Queer on Nov 3, 2008 21:51:17 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Ashe
How Long Have You Been Rping?: Mahh. Around four to five years now. However, I hadn't gotten into role playing until the last couple of years.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Epley Victor Parks
Nickname: None. Call him EVP or Epilepsy, and it'll earn you a slur of punctuated names and a well placed finger
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: May third, nineteen ninety-two
Year: Second
Nationality:[/size] English
.appearance
Hair Color: Epley's does not have a mohawk. Yes, the sides are buzzed and died red, However, his little “hawk” his quite long, thank you. Did I mention he kept it his natural, dark brown, color? That said, his hair is long enough to put back into a pony tail.
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: Five foot seven inches
Clothes Style: London's Queer doesn't have a set style. Unless British teen counts? I highly doubt it. Anyway, I can tell you his favorite outfit. Simple, really. A “Fuck the Queen” tee in black and leopard boyshorts-nothing else. Just be glad Epley's wearing bottoms.
Basic Appearance:
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.attitude
Talents: One word: archery. Epley's baby. If you will. He's been an archer for, oh, going on seven years now. His mum enrolled him when he was little, a way to man up a little. Great well that did, fun though. Especially, watching the guys running around in those...open...shirts...
Likes:
Smoking
Brownies
Fish 'n' chips with ketchup
Horror/thriller flicks
HAM
Poodles
Purple
Take out
Croquet
Concerts
Archery
Cabaret
Musicals
Cheez-its
Trains
Scarves
Dislikes:
Sweaty old men
Celery
Cottage cheese
Winter
Wet pants
Dried cum
Plums
Grandmas
Thorn bushes
Fears: Epley's fears aren't too extreme. His phobia's are of what a lot of others have. Mainly, spiders and being shipwrecked in the middle of the ocean. On the other hand, he's terrified of dieing. This is so bad, that he sometimes cries himself to sleep at night at the thought.
Strengths: Academics, dexterity with his hands, and probably talking and/or keeping a conversation going.
Weaknesses: Music abilities. He tries, but God knows he's just horrible. Honestly, there's not really much that can go here, aside from normal weaknesses teens face.
Dreams: Epley's no too sure yet. For now, he's focusing on graduating and going to college.
Personality:
Eccentric: If his hair doesn't give him away, then this boy's unstoppable chatter will. Using a large variety of hand motions, he prefers to stand out. With an over-the-top attitude, Epley has an uncanny ability to keep a conversation going for a long, long time. That is, if he enjoys the subject.
Childish: This trait has both pros and cons. While he is easily amused, carefree, and honest as best to his ability, he has a darker side. See, he believes in "It's my toy so no one can use it." mentality. Likewise, when he makes a new friend, Epley get's jealous easily, if he becomes attached to said person.
Dreaming: Whenever he finds himself bored, or with free time, he tends to venture off into a day dream. Usually, ending with sex of some sort. At night, before he can fully relax and fall asleep, London's Queer spends at least half an hour dreaming about something.
& the ugly
Possessive: This could be taken as protective too. Epleyhates when people go through his things, or put them somewhere other than their previous position. He won't yell, but give you a disapproving look and put them back.
Stress: When stressed, he turns into a different person. He becomes more serious and snappy. He's frizzed to the bone, and eventually, his nerves are shot; resulting in more tantrums and break downs.
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.ze past
Family Members:
Regina Willards; mother; forty-seven
Machael Parks; father; fifty-six
Leif Parks; little brother; three
Hometown: Liverpool, but he likes to say London, England
History:
.other
Anything Else:
Epley has this pillow. THE pillow. One, he recommends other people not use. It's his special, dark green, body pillow, used for a sole purpose: bring him to completion when he's feeling horny.
.roleplaying[/font]
Please provide a role playing sample:
I was on fire. My body was tingling everywhere, senses on overload. The smallest shift had me biting my tongue. This was not good; doing what some would call dirty in a room of three boys. Muffling a cry, my body sagged. After a moment or two of anxiously waiting, I was relieved to hear no one moving. Sitting up as to not get white on anything, I peeked a look at Donelly and Brenden. Both were sleeping, Donelly snoring softly. He was staying with us for the weekend, something about a fight with Daniel.
Slipping out of bed, not an easy thing to do with no hands, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 1:25. Darn, I was now wide awake and there were still a few hours left until school. Biting my bottom lip, I exited our room as quietly as possible. I quickly checked to see if anyone else was up. In the clear, I wanted to get the fast drying crud off my hands.
I blinked, taking a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the sudden light. Turning the warm water on, I was a happy boy walking out of the bathroom. I hesitated outside our room, trying to decide whether or not to go downstairs and get something to eat. Little adventures like that usually got me tired again. Making up my mind, I tiptoed down the stairs. My bare feet slapped against the linoleum.
I turned the low light on, pausing when the pantry door squeaked. Heart beating fast, I prayed no one heard it. Snatching the oreos and peanut butter, I made myself comfortable at the table.
Your Name: Ashe
How Long Have You Been Rping?: Mahh. Around four to five years now. However, I hadn't gotten into role playing until the last couple of years.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Epley Victor Parks
Nickname: None. Call him EVP or Epilepsy, and it'll earn you a slur of punctuated names and a well placed finger
Age: Sixteen
Birthday: May third, nineteen ninety-two
Year: Second
Nationality:[/size] English
.appearance
Hair Color: Epley's does not have a mohawk. Yes, the sides are buzzed and died red, However, his little “hawk” his quite long, thank you. Did I mention he kept it his natural, dark brown, color? That said, his hair is long enough to put back into a pony tail.
Eye Color: Dark brown
Height: Five foot seven inches
Clothes Style: London's Queer doesn't have a set style. Unless British teen counts? I highly doubt it. Anyway, I can tell you his favorite outfit. Simple, really. A “Fuck the Queen” tee in black and leopard boyshorts-nothing else. Just be glad Epley's wearing bottoms.
Basic Appearance:
[/ul][/font][/size]
.attitude
Talents: One word: archery. Epley's baby. If you will. He's been an archer for, oh, going on seven years now. His mum enrolled him when he was little, a way to man up a little. Great well that did, fun though. Especially, watching the guys running around in those...open...shirts...
Likes:
Smoking
Brownies
Fish 'n' chips with ketchup
Horror/thriller flicks
HAM
Poodles
Purple
Take out
Croquet
Concerts
Archery
Cabaret
Musicals
Cheez-its
Trains
Scarves
Dislikes:
Sweaty old men
Celery
Cottage cheese
Winter
Wet pants
Dried cum
Plums
Grandmas
Thorn bushes
Fears: Epley's fears aren't too extreme. His phobia's are of what a lot of others have. Mainly, spiders and being shipwrecked in the middle of the ocean. On the other hand, he's terrified of dieing. This is so bad, that he sometimes cries himself to sleep at night at the thought.
Strengths: Academics, dexterity with his hands, and probably talking and/or keeping a conversation going.
Weaknesses: Music abilities. He tries, but God knows he's just horrible. Honestly, there's not really much that can go here, aside from normal weaknesses teens face.
Dreams: Epley's no too sure yet. For now, he's focusing on graduating and going to college.
Personality:
Eccentric: If his hair doesn't give him away, then this boy's unstoppable chatter will. Using a large variety of hand motions, he prefers to stand out. With an over-the-top attitude, Epley has an uncanny ability to keep a conversation going for a long, long time. That is, if he enjoys the subject.
Childish: This trait has both pros and cons. While he is easily amused, carefree, and honest as best to his ability, he has a darker side. See, he believes in "It's my toy so no one can use it." mentality. Likewise, when he makes a new friend, Epley get's jealous easily, if he becomes attached to said person.
Dreaming: Whenever he finds himself bored, or with free time, he tends to venture off into a day dream. Usually, ending with sex of some sort. At night, before he can fully relax and fall asleep, London's Queer spends at least half an hour dreaming about something.
& the ugly
Possessive: This could be taken as protective too. Epley
Stress: When stressed, he turns into a different person. He becomes more serious and snappy. He's frizzed to the bone, and eventually, his nerves are shot; resulting in more tantrums and break downs.
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.ze past
Family Members:
Regina Willards; mother; forty-seven
Machael Parks; father; fifty-six
Leif Parks; little brother; three
Hometown: Liverpool, but he likes to say London, England
History:
.other
Anything Else:
Epley has this pillow. THE pillow. One, he recommends other people not use. It's his special, dark green, body pillow, used for a sole purpose: bring him to completion when he's feeling horny.
.roleplaying[/font]
Please provide a role playing sample:
I was on fire. My body was tingling everywhere, senses on overload. The smallest shift had me biting my tongue. This was not good; doing what some would call dirty in a room of three boys. Muffling a cry, my body sagged. After a moment or two of anxiously waiting, I was relieved to hear no one moving. Sitting up as to not get white on anything, I peeked a look at Donelly and Brenden. Both were sleeping, Donelly snoring softly. He was staying with us for the weekend, something about a fight with Daniel.
Slipping out of bed, not an easy thing to do with no hands, I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 1:25. Darn, I was now wide awake and there were still a few hours left until school. Biting my bottom lip, I exited our room as quietly as possible. I quickly checked to see if anyone else was up. In the clear, I wanted to get the fast drying crud off my hands.
I blinked, taking a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the sudden light. Turning the warm water on, I was a happy boy walking out of the bathroom. I hesitated outside our room, trying to decide whether or not to go downstairs and get something to eat. Little adventures like that usually got me tired again. Making up my mind, I tiptoed down the stairs. My bare feet slapped against the linoleum.
I turned the low light on, pausing when the pantry door squeaked. Heart beating fast, I prayed no one heard it. Snatching the oreos and peanut butter, I made myself comfortable at the table.
