Post by pj on Nov 4, 2008 8:10:32 GMT -5
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Your Name: Ollie
How Long Have You Been RPing?:About five years
.in character
.basic info
Name: Peter Jonah Gray
Nickname: PJ
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: 31 october
Year: 3rd
Nationality:Spanish/Irish
Orientation: Straight as a bendy ruler!
.appearance
Hair Color:
PJ’s hair is is a very deep chocolate color even though under harsh lighting I can sometimes appear mousy brown.
Eye Color:
Marvelously brown eyes hinting at his Spanish ethnicity
Height:
Honestly PJ is just about average standing at making him somewhat unremarkable 5”9
Clothes Style:
PJ’s clothing style is -like his height- unremarkable, you can usually see him dressed in plain shirt coupled with slim fitted jeans and converse, simple. As for accessories, they only go as far as a chunky watch and a plethora of belt buckles...obsession, I think so!
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:
PJ has a passion for writing and drawing but as for been talented at it, he doesn't think so. So he just sticks to roads he's used to like swimming and athletics, mainly because they help him clear his head when he's having a rough time of it.
Likes:
-Swimming
-Singing
-Guys
-Partying
-Sex
-Splifs
-Reading
-Running
-Working out
-Diet coke
-Skittles candy
-Indie music
-Old rock bands
-Platos symposium
-Gory movies
-Budwiser beer
-Writing
-Drawing
-The newspaper
-Photojournalism
Dislikes:
-Dogs
-Spiders
-Arrogant people
-Cocky people
-Girls/Guys that’ll throw themselves at any old hobo
-Pain
-People who feel the need to stick there nose in everyones business
-Conformity
-Money
-Secrets
-Death
-Failing
-Losing
-Been looked at
-Sh*t Stirrers
-Alienation
-Jerks
Fears:
&.Intimacy
&.The dark
&.Ending up in a dead end job
&.Losing family
Strengths:
= Has a clam head on his shoulders
= Doesn’t buckle under pressure
= A quick thinker
= Is cute as can be
Weaknesses:
= Is too trusting too quickly more often than not letting himself get hurt
= Lets his head get clouded by emotion
Dreams:
PJ doesn’t really have dreams, you could say he just want’s to take very day as it comes and worry about the big things layer but, maybe thats not the right way to think about things huh? The only major thing he wants to accomplish is to published journalist.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members:
Mother: Emily Jane Gray/48/ Ex-Model
Father: Elie Rodreguez/50/Lawyer
Brothers: Kyle/19/student, Tyler/13/student, George/22/Plumber
Sisters: Filipa/22/Lawyer, Georgie/13/student
Hometown: Dublin, Ireland
History:
.other
Anything Else:Peter has just small
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
This is from another role playing site I’m on, hope thats ok =]]
The bedside light flickered on revealing a dirty little dorm room, I can do this, I got this in the bag. I’ve got no one but myself now...no, no thats not true I’ve got my brothers and my mother and Jen-...Jennifer, no she’s gone now JJ old fellow. His thoughts talked to him as he lay there with sheets tight around his waist keeping his modestly from the blank walls and silent night. I know she’s out there thinking of me too though, heck I just know it! Stop doing this to yourself JJ, just forget about it...forget about her she made her mind up a long time ago. JJ’s hand batted our against the wall, breath. His inhaled slowly and exhaled the same, calm.
The room itself was relatively blank, the walls where a sickly creamy color and on one there was an attractive crack from floor to ceiling some would call it a prison cell and others...well...in this case I think prison cell is an apt description of the room. The floor JJ believed was the saving grace, it was dark polished hardwood and when JJ stood it felt nice and cool against his bare feet a blessing compared to the stuffy, muggy air that hardly circled the room. His bed side table was decorated with pictures of his family, smiling and happy. The desk was cluttered with paper and an unused computer next to this was his camera, now worn with use he’d been saving for a new one but soon blew that on books and supplies, lord this was expensive.
JJ ran a hand through his hair as he sat up in bed planting his feet one the hard wood floor, he let out a content sigh as he cast an eye toward the clock. 6:54am. Jesus take the wheel, the worst part was knowing he wasn’t going to get back to sleep. JJ pulled on a pair of boxer shorts followed by jogging bottoms and a black hoodie, it felt warm against his already clammy skin it reminded him of home you couldn’t go one day without changing your shirt more than two times a day because of the amount of sweat you’d produce, wow how sexy is that?!
The morning air stung at his lungs as he pounded the pavement, his head felt somewhat clear as he focused on the road ahead and nothing else. The sun was looking up over the horizon casting a golden hue upon the word and made everything seem somewhat sweet like mamma’s own apple and honey pie, JJ let out and exhausted breath as he stopped by and tree and lent against it as he put his hands to his knees. The hood hid the sun from scolding his eyes and the music playing into his ears stopped the sweet bird song from happy slapping him across the face, there was nothing worse than birds in the morning they just seemed so cocky squeaking away but, Jennifer had loved it she could lay there awake and just bask it in before she woke JJ up with a the softest kiss you could imagine, he’d stir and kiss her back before kissing the baby bump.
Remember JJ? His mind spoke to him, how happy you where, how happy she made you. ”No point crying over spilt milk...” A bitter sort of laugh punctured the air, ”Bull shit boyo.” JJ spoke softly to himself as he pushed off the tree and sprinted down the road, pushing himself untill his lungs felt like they where on fire. Burning and breathless it felt like he had the wind knocked out of him as he fell to the ground, the offending rock rolling sheepishly away as JJ lay there looking up at the sun the head phones hanging limp at his ears forcing him to listen to the faint bird song. A sound of disgust left him as he lurched up from the ground panting and brushing dirt away from his pants.
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