Post by pj on Nov 7, 2008 9:34:22 GMT -5
.out of character
Your Name:Olliebobs
How Long Have You Been RPing?:years and years and years...then some xDD
.in character
.basic info
Name: Jeramy Philip Write
Nickname: Jar’
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: 15th November
Year: 3rd
Nationality:English
.appearance
Hair Color: Jar’s hair is a deep brown and in the right light looks jet black.
Eye Color: Bight blue
Height: 5”9
Clothes Style: trashy but sheek darling!
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:
Jar’ doesn’t really have any talents, though he can play a mean guitar...when he’s on his own that is. He gets very shy when it comes to him performing in front of others, ironic huh?
Likes:
Dogs
Adventures
Been alone
Been around people
Blending in
Cola bottle candy
sour things
Getting drunk
Getting high
Smoking
Fucking
Money
Metal music
Hanna Montana. OH SNAPZ!
Walking
Laughing
Running
Playing the guitar
Singing
swaring
Dislikes:
The dark
His family
Fighting
Blood
Pedophiles
Stuttering
Waking up alone
Rap music
Rules
Police
Closed mindedness
Fears:
Dying: to be honest I think this a given for anyone but, more specially been murdered.
The Dark: Since he was little when his father used to visit him, some nights he’ll wake up screaming with a cold sweat.
Bushes: If there’s shrubbery, Jar’ll fall into it!
Strengths:
Strong willed
Trust worthy
Quick thinker
Weaknesses:
Nice eyes
A friendly smile
Bottles up his emotions
Dreams:
That the last seventeen years of his life was just a joke, he’s still waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop up and tell him he’s been punk’d! That and someday he wants to be able to perform in front of people without getting a dry mouth, sweaty palms, stuttering and ultimately passing out.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members:
Mother - actress - 40
Father - Director - 42
Hometown: London, England
History:
What had he done wrong? But for once he started acting like a real father, maybe he was just getting scared, Jeramy was older now and could maybe see the world as it was when in fact he still saw it through the eyes of four year old, even though the innocents was gone Jared still hoped life wasn’t as bad as it really was. Maybe thats when Jeramy decided he truly wasn’t like the other boys he’d come to make friends with when dad took the park.
This was later affirmed when he was fourteen when the other boys where talking about girls...Jared just wasn’t into it. His fathers last scar, an ever lasting reminder of the broken childhood. Though been around other boys he’d learned to act a little confident even if he did still like that scared little kid. That same year Jeramy had his first sexual experience.
It was almost christmas, Jeramy was walking home from his friends house where they’d spent the day munching on candy and watching movies. It couldn’t have been later than six but the sky was pitch black and the streets quiet, it was stupid of him really to stop when a red BMW rolled up beside him. So Jeramy was a little cold and to be honest he knew the man as one of his dads friends, Kyle maybe Carl Jeramy couldn’t remember but in any case he jumped at chance of a lift. It was alright, he knew the guy! Nothing should have went wrong right? Wrong.
It all happened kinda fast and Jeramy never did anything stop it...nothing he did nothing because he was still that little kid. He just took it and, like the guy said must have been a real little slut. After Jeramy left outside his home with a twenty pound bill in his pocket, a bribe. Go figure. Jeramy spend an hour looking at himself in the mirror that night, looking at the scratches and bruises. It would get easier though. Jeramy didn’t need the money though, maybe he just wanted to get back at his father for the torment he’d but little Jeramy through...maybe he liked it a little too much. No, no he didn’t like...why would he spend hours in the shower scrubbing at himself until he was red raw if he liked it. He was just like what he father and friends told him he was, a slut. Did he really believe it though? Maybe. Hear enough things often enough and you just might start to believe it.
The parental unit must have sensed things weren't quite so savory...maybe the cum stains on his clothes was a give away, his father knew though and it was guilt that made him send Jeramy away. A nice solitary school to knock some sense into the son they never really wanted but took for granted.
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.other
Anything Else: Don’t hate me cus’ you aint me =p
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
See Peter xDD
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Your Name:Olliebobs
How Long Have You Been RPing?:years and years and years...then some xDD
.in character
.basic info
Name: Jeramy Philip Write
Nickname: Jar’
Age: Seventeen
Birthday: 15th November
Year: 3rd
Nationality:English
.appearance
Hair Color: Jar’s hair is a deep brown and in the right light looks jet black.
Eye Color: Bight blue
Height: 5”9
Clothes Style: trashy but sheek darling!
Basic Appearance:
.attitude
Talents:
Jar’ doesn’t really have any talents, though he can play a mean guitar...when he’s on his own that is. He gets very shy when it comes to him performing in front of others, ironic huh?
Likes:
Dogs
Adventures
Been alone
Been around people
Blending in
Cola bottle candy
sour things
Getting drunk
Getting high
Smoking
Fucking
Money
Metal music
Hanna Montana. OH SNAPZ!
Walking
Laughing
Running
Playing the guitar
Singing
swaring
Dislikes:
The dark
His family
Fighting
Blood
Pedophiles
Stuttering
Waking up alone
Rap music
Rules
Police
Closed mindedness
Fears:
Dying: to be honest I think this a given for anyone but, more specially been murdered.
The Dark: Since he was little when his father used to visit him, some nights he’ll wake up screaming with a cold sweat.
Bushes: If there’s shrubbery, Jar’ll fall into it!
Strengths:
Strong willed
Trust worthy
Quick thinker
Weaknesses:
Nice eyes
A friendly smile
Bottles up his emotions
Dreams:
That the last seventeen years of his life was just a joke, he’s still waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop up and tell him he’s been punk’d! That and someday he wants to be able to perform in front of people without getting a dry mouth, sweaty palms, stuttering and ultimately passing out.
Personality:
.ze past
Family Members:
Mother - actress - 40
Father - Director - 42
Hometown: London, England
History:
What had he done wrong? But for once he started acting like a real father, maybe he was just getting scared, Jeramy was older now and could maybe see the world as it was when in fact he still saw it through the eyes of four year old, even though the innocents was gone Jared still hoped life wasn’t as bad as it really was. Maybe thats when Jeramy decided he truly wasn’t like the other boys he’d come to make friends with when dad took the park.
This was later affirmed when he was fourteen when the other boys where talking about girls...Jared just wasn’t into it. His fathers last scar, an ever lasting reminder of the broken childhood. Though been around other boys he’d learned to act a little confident even if he did still like that scared little kid. That same year Jeramy had his first sexual experience.
It was almost christmas, Jeramy was walking home from his friends house where they’d spent the day munching on candy and watching movies. It couldn’t have been later than six but the sky was pitch black and the streets quiet, it was stupid of him really to stop when a red BMW rolled up beside him. So Jeramy was a little cold and to be honest he knew the man as one of his dads friends, Kyle maybe Carl Jeramy couldn’t remember but in any case he jumped at chance of a lift. It was alright, he knew the guy! Nothing should have went wrong right? Wrong.
It all happened kinda fast and Jeramy never did anything stop it...nothing he did nothing because he was still that little kid. He just took it and, like the guy said must have been a real little slut. After Jeramy left outside his home with a twenty pound bill in his pocket, a bribe. Go figure. Jeramy spend an hour looking at himself in the mirror that night, looking at the scratches and bruises. It would get easier though. Jeramy didn’t need the money though, maybe he just wanted to get back at his father for the torment he’d but little Jeramy through...maybe he liked it a little too much. No, no he didn’t like...why would he spend hours in the shower scrubbing at himself until he was red raw if he liked it. He was just like what he father and friends told him he was, a slut. Did he really believe it though? Maybe. Hear enough things often enough and you just might start to believe it.
The parental unit must have sensed things weren't quite so savory...maybe the cum stains on his clothes was a give away, his father knew though and it was guilt that made him send Jeramy away. A nice solitary school to knock some sense into the son they never really wanted but took for granted.
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.other
Anything Else: Don’t hate me cus’ you aint me =p
.roleplaying
Please provide a roleplaying sample:
See Peter xDD
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