Post by marriedinthesunx on Nov 3, 2008 22:36:30 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name: Alicia Marie
How Long Have You Been RPing?: Six years.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Haley Ewan Badger
Nickname:None. However, anything that indulges his masculinity is welcome.
Age:18
Birthday: 12/31/89
Year: Third year.
Nationality:American[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel.
Height: 6"2.
Clothes Style: Jeans and T-shirt kind of boy, however, if he had his way he'd be strutting around naked.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:Haley is overwhelmingly gifted at reading people, and for the most part, manipulating them. He is passionate about emotions, about thought process and simply lives for the opportunity shove himself on poor, unsuspecting people. Haley knows what to say, how to say it, when to say it and has been known to charm the stripes off a zebra when he feels so inclined. With a playful wink and a winning smile he tends to have people eating out of the palms of his hands. Needless to say, poker has never been an obstacle for him.
Likes: Blonds with a good ass on them, Benson and Hedges, red wine, sleeping pills, Texas Hold 'Em, sex, but more so, the thrill of the chase. He can't be bothered with much more.
Dislikes: Stuffy, whiny, or bland people, owning up to his own mistakes, religion and other cults, ambiguity, segregation, censorship, applying himself, and growing up.
Fears: Being left completely and utterly alone in the world. The dark, reptiles, heights, enclosed spaces are barely a concern. It all comes down to the fact that Haley is terrified all his relationships, no matter how strong, will fail. This is his self-fulfilling prophesy.
Strengths: Well, of course Haley would like to answer with "sex." However, that doesn't seem quite appropriate. He is rather good with word puzzles and enjoys doing them in the secrecy of the bathroom.
Weaknesses: Deep fried foods, the neurotically shy and bashful.
Dreams: To do something truly heroic.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: His mother, Jacklyn, is a receptionist at a beauty salon. His father, Daniel, is a lawyer. Haley has one little brother, Alexis, who is sixteen.
Hometown: Middlesex, New Jersey.
History:
.other
Anything Else: Haley has no issue masturbating when within company. As far as he's concerned; the more the merrier. 'Pervert' is another astounding word to describe him. Oh, and he sneezes when he eats minty things.[/font]
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
The morning news had been a tradition since he was twelve. It wasn't that he found it distinctly interesting or craved enlightenment on world issues, because God knew he was far too wrapped up in himself to give a damn about anyone else, but because he found it soothing. The voices that greeted him each morning were pleasant, gentle and memorable and as he sat on the couch eating left over Chow mien, the sixteen year old boy found himself completely entranced.
As always he was on the green couch, legs crossed and wearing only his plaid grey pajama pants with the fraying draw string. Against the color of his pants he appeared dark, sun kissed even and that wasn't too far from the truth. Some of that had to do with his long walks through town with his friends, but mostly it had to do with genetics. Instead of that pale white his father was, the boy was very obviously an olive shade. Someone had once referred to him being the most exotic thing about the small town. With those honey brown eyes and striking ebony hair, he couldn't be missed.
Lean, nimble fingers worked a pair of chop sticks, eyes caught on the television as he effortlessly rose next to no food to his lips, opening his mouth in an almost robotic manner before taking the tips into his mouth. The taste of wood seemed to break him out of his spell and he glanced down into the take out box sitting in his lap and noting that there was only a noodle or two along the wall of the white box. Ah yes, the breakfast of champions. His mother would have killed him if she caught him eating that junk for the most 'important' meal of the day.
Dark hair sprawled in his eyes, an irritable hand brushing the strands aside but found himself ultimately unsuccessful when a batch of more hair had entered his vision. He really ought to get it cut, he was looking more like a sheep dog every day. It was trade mark about him, that sexily tussled hair and those full lips. The scrawny body that accompanied it, however, was probably the draw back.
From his position one could easily note his jutting shoulder blades and the imprint of each vertibrae in his back. His ribs were faintly outlined on his front and his stomach was barely existent except for maybe the small patch of baby fat. Nipples were a dark brown and on many occasions the boy had contemplated piercing them. Never would he mention such a thing out loud because, well, shy, awkward Kida was not the kind of boy who would stereotypically get pierced.
Shy, awkward, sixteen year old Kida. The boy who achieved the grade 'A' average at school and hung out with the less than cool kids in his class. His afternoons, if he wasn't in his room reading, were spent playing video games and, although he hated to admit it, Dungeons and Dragons. It was a good thing he was attractive, otherwise there would be no way he'd even have a name within the community.
The public view? A good boy. Strange and quiet, but good.
More than one girl had approached him, more than once they were rejected outright. Oh, people definitely suspected he was gay-- there was something about him after all, but nobody had ever asked and as far as Kida was concerned he thought women were just intellectually inferior and not worth it. Ah yes, the propaganda of the future.
Sometimes things were best solved by zoning out to the Weather man.
[/font]
Your Name: Alicia Marie
How Long Have You Been RPing?: Six years.
.in character
.basic info
Name: Haley Ewan Badger
Nickname:None. However, anything that indulges his masculinity is welcome.
Age:18
Birthday: 12/31/89
Year: Third year.
Nationality:American[/size]
.appearance
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel.
Height: 6"2.
Clothes Style: Jeans and T-shirt kind of boy, however, if he had his way he'd be strutting around naked.
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:Haley is overwhelmingly gifted at reading people, and for the most part, manipulating them. He is passionate about emotions, about thought process and simply lives for the opportunity shove himself on poor, unsuspecting people. Haley knows what to say, how to say it, when to say it and has been known to charm the stripes off a zebra when he feels so inclined. With a playful wink and a winning smile he tends to have people eating out of the palms of his hands. Needless to say, poker has never been an obstacle for him.
Likes: Blonds with a good ass on them, Benson and Hedges, red wine, sleeping pills, Texas Hold 'Em, sex, but more so, the thrill of the chase. He can't be bothered with much more.
Dislikes: Stuffy, whiny, or bland people, owning up to his own mistakes, religion and other cults, ambiguity, segregation, censorship, applying himself, and growing up.
Fears: Being left completely and utterly alone in the world. The dark, reptiles, heights, enclosed spaces are barely a concern. It all comes down to the fact that Haley is terrified all his relationships, no matter how strong, will fail. This is his self-fulfilling prophesy.
Strengths: Well, of course Haley would like to answer with "sex." However, that doesn't seem quite appropriate. He is rather good with word puzzles and enjoys doing them in the secrecy of the bathroom.
Weaknesses: Deep fried foods, the neurotically shy and bashful.
Dreams: To do something truly heroic.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members: His mother, Jacklyn, is a receptionist at a beauty salon. His father, Daniel, is a lawyer. Haley has one little brother, Alexis, who is sixteen.
Hometown: Middlesex, New Jersey.
History:
.other
Anything Else: Haley has no issue masturbating when within company. As far as he's concerned; the more the merrier. 'Pervert' is another astounding word to describe him. Oh, and he sneezes when he eats minty things.[/font]
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
The morning news had been a tradition since he was twelve. It wasn't that he found it distinctly interesting or craved enlightenment on world issues, because God knew he was far too wrapped up in himself to give a damn about anyone else, but because he found it soothing. The voices that greeted him each morning were pleasant, gentle and memorable and as he sat on the couch eating left over Chow mien, the sixteen year old boy found himself completely entranced.
As always he was on the green couch, legs crossed and wearing only his plaid grey pajama pants with the fraying draw string. Against the color of his pants he appeared dark, sun kissed even and that wasn't too far from the truth. Some of that had to do with his long walks through town with his friends, but mostly it had to do with genetics. Instead of that pale white his father was, the boy was very obviously an olive shade. Someone had once referred to him being the most exotic thing about the small town. With those honey brown eyes and striking ebony hair, he couldn't be missed.
Lean, nimble fingers worked a pair of chop sticks, eyes caught on the television as he effortlessly rose next to no food to his lips, opening his mouth in an almost robotic manner before taking the tips into his mouth. The taste of wood seemed to break him out of his spell and he glanced down into the take out box sitting in his lap and noting that there was only a noodle or two along the wall of the white box. Ah yes, the breakfast of champions. His mother would have killed him if she caught him eating that junk for the most 'important' meal of the day.
Dark hair sprawled in his eyes, an irritable hand brushing the strands aside but found himself ultimately unsuccessful when a batch of more hair had entered his vision. He really ought to get it cut, he was looking more like a sheep dog every day. It was trade mark about him, that sexily tussled hair and those full lips. The scrawny body that accompanied it, however, was probably the draw back.
From his position one could easily note his jutting shoulder blades and the imprint of each vertibrae in his back. His ribs were faintly outlined on his front and his stomach was barely existent except for maybe the small patch of baby fat. Nipples were a dark brown and on many occasions the boy had contemplated piercing them. Never would he mention such a thing out loud because, well, shy, awkward Kida was not the kind of boy who would stereotypically get pierced.
Shy, awkward, sixteen year old Kida. The boy who achieved the grade 'A' average at school and hung out with the less than cool kids in his class. His afternoons, if he wasn't in his room reading, were spent playing video games and, although he hated to admit it, Dungeons and Dragons. It was a good thing he was attractive, otherwise there would be no way he'd even have a name within the community.
The public view? A good boy. Strange and quiet, but good.
More than one girl had approached him, more than once they were rejected outright. Oh, people definitely suspected he was gay-- there was something about him after all, but nobody had ever asked and as far as Kida was concerned he thought women were just intellectually inferior and not worth it. Ah yes, the propaganda of the future.
Sometimes things were best solved by zoning out to the Weather man.
[/font]
Good. Because the torture will commence. 
