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Post by Jake & Kami on Dec 4, 2005 10:42:03 GMT -5
Name: Kameron Ann Owen Year: Junior, 17 Eyes: Deep blue Weight: 105 pounds Height: Around 5’7 Hair: Long past the shoulders. Straight blond hair. Parents: Married, but having major marital issues. Mom, Judy Owen believes her husband, James Owen, may be having an affair. History:Kami has always been known to make friends easily because of her personality, but ever since moving from San Diego and family issues things have kind of been down in the dumps lately. Oddly enough she doesn't show it. At least she doesn't think she does. Kami has always wanted to be a fashion designer always reading the newest issue of Vogue Magazine, her parents think otherwise. Siblings: Older sister Jill, who is a lot older then Kami. She hardly ever sees her. Five Words That Describe Her: Hilarious, outgoing, always ready for a good time, kind-hearted, crazy.
FAVORITES Music: Loves different varieties. Food: Potatoe chips, Dr. Pepper, Mexican food. Animal: A Puggle xD Color: Orange Sport: Field-Hockey,volleyball Shoe: Whatever matches her outfit, most of the time black sandals. Store: Horn, Barney's, Anything along 5th Avenue. Transportation: Had a black Jetta until it got destroyed. Now has nothing
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Post by Nathan Scott on Dec 4, 2005 11:09:11 GMT -5
Name:Nathan Scoot Age/Year:17/junior Appearance:http://www.soapsite.com/oth/images/individuals/nathan01.jpg Personality:funny, out going, smart,athlethic,caring,loving,a charmer History:Born in Germany came here when he was 15
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Post by Emily 'Em' Robinson on Dec 4, 2005 18:12:50 GMT -5
Name: Emily 'Em' Robinson Age/Year: 15/10 Apearance: Personality: A real wild cat, her words can be used to hurt people or to cheer them up. She is a person who enjoys a great laugh with close friends. She loves going to shows and concerts, and rocking out. She doesn't care what people say about her or does she? Em has alittle trouble expressing her self when she is a better listen than talker. She loves music and anything that has to do with self expression. Em is the type of person most popular people wouldn't like to be seen around, she puts other in front of her before she puts herself. But when is comes to boys she is a very different person, shy and quiet. History: She moved from New Jersey with her mother who is big on tofu and hates animal abuse. Em's father died from lung cancer when she was five years old, not knowing what it is like to have a dad Em usely turns to who mother who thinks Em should do whatever her heart and mind set her on. R.P Example:Emily sat at the middle of the bus, her left hand perced up on the seat in front of her and her face looking out the staind glass window. She sighed, this was going to be her first new school ever to go to. Her heart was racing and she didn't know what to do? What was it like? Will people like her? Would anyone who went to school with her live in the same apartment complex? She didn't know. She just felt like an outcast at the moment. No shows. No concerts. Where was the town spirt? Em bit her bottom lip closing her eyes resting her head against the rubby bus seat. What am I to do?Even though she was worried about what other people thought of her or what they were going to think she was going to pretend she didn't care. After all, her great grandmother grew up on Borad Way, why can the whole world be her stage? Emily Racheal Robinson was going to alive and free, or as her mother would say 'Your the butterfly than needs to spread her wings and fly high in the sky, Sweetie.' Em sighed once more remembering her mother's words that she once told her when she asked what was a certain word. Anything Else?: N/A
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Post by Morgan on Dec 4, 2005 23:56:35 GMT -5
Name: Morgan Hart Age/Year: 17 / Junior Appearance: Morgan is in a word, short. Sixteen years old and only standing a mere 5'2 and a half. His rather face is typically covered by masses of very dark-brown hair, which may look black to some with the right lighting. His eyes are slightly different in color, one a very light sort of green, and the other a darker shade with in the same pallet as the other. {Perhaps I'll find a picture for him...maybe. If I can. Eventually...} Personality: Those close to Morgan often refer to him as "schizophrenic." The reason for this is that his moods changed often, making it seem as if he had multiple personalities, one that went along with each mood. A majority of the time Morgan was the sort of person to just run around in circles for no apparent reason. You know, like he drank too much Red Bull or something. He probably lost a good amount of braincells during these times with all the random head banging and just smashing into things like walls and large appliances such as refrigerators. However, he was a very different person than that sometimes, somber and gloomy a good quarter of his existence. History: Morgan's history? Not that interesting. His parents were divorced, had been divorce since Morgan was seven years old. It was a rather nasty divorce and involved a lot of money, all of which Morgan's dad ended up taking, leaving Morgan, his mom, and his two sisters with not much. Morgan visited his dad every other week for a while, until around Morgan's 13th birthday when his dad remarried some lady and moved to Vegas. Morgan has also never really been involved in a serious relationship. No one wants to go out with a dude shorter than them, so he's pretty much out of luck. He's had some good friends along the way, though. However, most of them have drifted away. Just another tidbit, once upon a time Morgan had a bit of an alcohol problem. Not a huge one, he got over it after being drunk for around a month. RP Example: All seemed normal and quiet around the high school parking lot. If you listened closely you may be able to hear the "Eeeeee!" of tires skidding across pavement. The tires making this noise were attached to a rather old-looking and scratched up Honda Civic. The car's driver was none other than the one and only Morgan, the world’s best driver. The world’s best worst driver, that is. After driving like that ever since he'd gotten his license he'd never killed or injured anything besides his car! This was quite surprising if you had witnessed Morgan's driving. Not long after this screeching noise first became audible from the parking lot, the source of the screeching noise actually drove into the parking lot, for the parking lot was the source of the screeching noise's destination. The car clattered up and down rows of cars and finally found an open parking place and pulled in. Morgan yawned and opened the door, grabbing the two cups of coffee in the cup holders. One of these cups of coffee was of course for him, the other for either a friend or the first person who offered him money for it. Morgan stood up, coffee in hand and exited the vehicle, slamming the door behind him. He set the coffee on the roof for just a moment while he retrieved his backpack from the backseat of the car. There really wasn’t much in this backpack, giving it not much of a purpose, but yet he carried it with him anyway. Morgan yawned again as he closed the backseat door and snatched the coffee off the roof. As this rather peculiarly long yawn continued he began walking toward the school. =The End o_0= Anything Else?: Uh...He plays bass guitar and he has a cat named Joe. That's pretty much it.
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Post by xander on Dec 8, 2005 15:32:43 GMT -5
Name: Xander Frost
Age/Year: Seventeen, Junior
Appearance: Long black hair, lip ring, pale, green eyes.
Personality:
Really down to earth, doesn't like to get into many fights. Xander is the "peace" maker in his group of friends and just wants everyone to be happy. The only down side to Xander is that he is witty and sometimes lets things slip out. He is one of those people you can't hate.
History:
He grew up in New Jersey and moved when he was twelve. His father, Marcus, was killed serving in the army when Xander was younger. He was raised by his mother, Jamie, to be kind to woman and treat others with respect. He doesn't have any siblings, but his best friends name is Cloe.
RP Example: (at least 100 words)
Xander layed down on his floor, with a pillow propped up behind his neck. He would be starting a new school tomorrow and he wasn't sure how he felt about the whole thing. Some people were nice and friendly, while others were...just...not so nice.
Just think positive! I am sure they are great!
Xander sighed and got up to learn on some music. Music is really the only escape from reality. Popping in one of his mixed Cd's.
Who really needs to buy Cd's anymore?
He smiled as "Ultimatums For Egos" came on, by a band called From First to Last. Xander started to sing along, tapping his fingers on his wooden desk.
"The last thing I wanted was your company..."
Anything Else?:
-plays the bass guitar. -vegetarian -hates heights -loves animals -music lover -enjoys the taste of Sprite.
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Post by Aina Lord on Dec 10, 2005 15:46:46 GMT -5
Name: Aina Lord Age/Year: 18/Senior Appearance: She is tall, and slender. She has long, straight black hair, and is very vuluptous. She has very vibrant green eyes. She dresses rather unappropriatly, though still classy and fasionable. Personality: Aina is very judgemental of others, she is very popular (Atleast at her last school she was) She can be very rude to alot of people, and she tells it how it is. She doesn't care what others think of her, yet she strives for acceptance. Her parents are very wealthy, her father being a high-class lawyer, and her mother being a plastic surgeon. She uses money for anything, as long as it gets her her way. She is a major tease, but has a weakness for the 'bad boy' type of guys. Very unexpected of her, since she only hangs out with the 'in' crowd. She was known to be called many things. 'Tease', 'Slnt', & 'B!tch' to name a few. History: She was born in Japan, though neither of her parents are Japanese. They then moved to Sweden when she was three, but after three years returned to Japan. Up until now, she lived there (japan). She was one of the most popular girls in her school, and one of the smartest, even though most would not have thought she was. RP Example: (atleast 100 words)
Aina left the principals office of what would be her new school with a smirk. She was in the graduating class of 2006, and couldn't wait to stir things up at Reality High. She looked around the hall, her judgeing eyes scanning each and every person, evaluating them, searching for weaknesses. She smiled wickedly at some football players, daring them to approach her and ask her name. She walked down the hall, finding all the cliques, finding which one would be best for her to start out in. Already scratching a few off her list. Instantly, her attention was brought to, what seemed the 'In' crowd at Reality High. She smiled in there direction. 'Best to make a good first impression.' She thought to herself. Already her mind realed with ideas of ways to destroy this group, to reveal their inner-most secrets. Tear them apart.
She turned to her locker. Number 1212. This was to be the locker she would keep for her last year of school, what was to be her best, worst for some, year of highschool. She undid the lock, swinging the locker door open and placing her expensive bag in. Reaching into the bags depths she pulled out a picture of a very attractive young japanese man. She smiled at the picture, before quickly tapeing it to the inside of her locker door. 'Wish me luck at my new school Judd.' She thought to herself.
She pulled the bag out, quickly shuting the door of her locker. She then turned abruptly, straightening her mid-thigh length skirt before walking slowly to her first class. She heard the bell ring, and watched as the many students scurried to there classes. She didn't care if she was late, the more attention she'd get for being late. She hoped her first teacher, would be a male. 'They're always the most fun.' She thought to herself as she flung her hair behind her. 'Well, Reality High. Here I come.' Anything Else?: She is a very good singer, she rides horses and does many sports, though she prefers soccer and volleyball.
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Post by hannahelliot on Dec 15, 2005 23:40:05 GMT -5
Name: Hannah Elliot Age/Year: 18/senior Appearance: Brown hair, brown eyes, about 5'7, skinny Personality: Shy, but once she gets to know people she can be very outgoing since she is comfortable around them. She doesn't understand money and is always spending it because her parents gave her a credit card which she is very greedy about. She sometimes gets in rebellious moods and does something she shouldn't do. History: Rich. She is an only child, she lives with both ehr parents who never have time for her, they just keep giving her money to keep her happy, which it does. She had a nanny up to age fifteen, but her nanny decided to go back home and knew that Hannah would be fine on her own. She never played with any children until she was age seven. Before she was homeschooled by a tutor but her mother decided to send her to school. RP Example: (atleast 100 words)Hannah entered the school, looking down at the floor with her face hidden behind her hair. She usually tried to blend into the crowd at school so she wouldn't have to deal with people talking about the 'rich girl.' She was pretty good at it too, no one paid much attention, they just talked in their groups. Hannah went to her locker and pulled out her books for her first class before sitting down and reviewing her homework. She wondered where her friends were, they usually met her by her locker but only a bunch of chattering students were nearby. When the bell rang, Hannah stood up, and tried to blend into the crowd of students hurrying to class. She was so glad that it was her last year in High School, she hoped college wouldn't be bad. The students were always so pushy in the hallways and it annoyed her. When she got to her English class, she went straight to the back and started looking through her notes again. The teacher was in the front writing something on the board. Hannah inwardly groaned when she saw that they would be doing groups projects and she was stuck with three of the most obnoxius boys in the class. Anything Else?:
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Post by Akatriel Tanner on Dec 22, 2005 22:05:58 GMT -5
Name: Akatriel Tanner though you can call him any variation of that you like. He usually just goes by Trel
Age/Year: 17. Senior
Appearance: Trel stands out, to say the least. He stands at 5'11 and he's slightly thinner than your average 17 year old guy but he doesn't consider himself slender. He has multiple piercings in his lip, eyebrow, and ear. As for style, he wears nothing in particular. He likes the look of black clothing but he's just as often found in something bright and eye catching. Maybe just inspired by his name but he has an obsession with angels and has wings tattooed on his back. He has dark eyes, the shade is almost black. His sight is rather bad so he wears contacts but he'll often be seen in glasses as well. His hair is naturally black but of course, it doesn't stay that way. Earlier that year, it had been a dark red purple but now he's back to black with red streaks at the bottom. His hair is slightly towards the long side, falling almost to his shoulders. His his mother was Japanese and it's easy to tell that he's half asian, as he inherited more of her features than those of his father.
Personality: He's outgoing and friendly and loves being in the center of attention. He's short tempered and it takes one wrong comment to set him off. He forgives easily though and can't hold a grudge. He'll often forget that he was even in a fight by the next day. He doesn't like to be serious but he can when the time calls for it though he isn't really the best person to go to for a serious discussion. He's opininated and will always speak his mind. He has no tact and will be brutally honest with someone. He doesn't see a point in censoring himself so he remarks are often mistaken for rude though he never means any harm. He has the amazing ability to say exactly what you don't want to hear though. Plus, he's known to randomly promote his own sexiness at innapropriate moments and he curses like a sailor.
He's fun loving and can be rather flirty and thingyy. Despite appearances, he's loyal to the end and always there if you need a shoulder to lean on and he really isn't half a ditzy and idiot as he appears. He's rather intelligent actually though one would know that from his grades. He doesn't really care about what people think of him and isn't the kind of person so be brought down by little things. He has a bit of a hero complex and hates seeing people in trouble. He's a total camera sleeper and loves posing for pictures and such. Likewise, his artistic talent lies in photography so he's usually seen with his camera. He's also been playing accoustic guitar since he was 12 and has gotten quite good at it. He's not fond of school but he can be smart when he applies himself though sadly, this rarely occurs.
He loves partying and being in the center of attention and he'll do pretty much anything to be noticed. He's not a big sports fan mainly because he's horribly coordinated though he adores running. To him, there is no more satisfying feeling that the feeling you get after a long run. He's fairly easy to please, really, and not much upsets him. The only main thing he dislikes is his mother and school.
History: Trel is the second of two children, the first being his twin sister, Kyriel. The two are as different as night and day though Ky was always the favorite child. Her behavior was flawless and she received top marks in school. Trel, unfortunarely for his parents, lacked his sister's strengths. Since Ky did so amazing in school, his mother couldn't really understand why Trel only barely managed to pass. She put far too much pressure on his to accel and Trel began to hate her for it. He began to rebel in little ways; piercings, tattoos, dye before moving on to smoking and drinking. He's gotten better as he matured but his relationship with his mother is still rather rocky. Besides this, he really hasn't had an eventful past.
RP Example: (atleast 100 words) Akatriel growled, loudly crashing his pen against the desk. He snuck a glance out the window, staring longingly down at the grounds that seemed to beckon him. It was a beautiful day out and here he was, stuck inside working. The boy sighed, trailing his fingers through his dyed hair as if to calm himself. 'just finish this assignment and then you'll be free,' he promised himself, conveniently forgetting the multiple other assignments that had yet to be completed. His gaze returned to the book in his lap, pen poised over his notebook to jot down anything he deemed important. His dark eyes skimmed the pages and every so often his hand would scribble some tidbit of information that he figured he would need to know for the next test. Of course, that didn't mean he actually took in any of these new facts but at the moment, that wasn't important to the boy. A victorious "Ha!" broke the silence and the book was slammed shut. The boy scrabbled to his feet, barely noticing the book fall to the ground with a crash, and headed out the door before his mother would reprimand him.
Anything Else?: nope
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Post by ashley on Dec 31, 2005 2:32:49 GMT -5
Name: Ashly Marshal
Age/Year: 16
Appearance: she is pale and has shoulderlength dead straight black hair that she usually wears messily held up with black chopsticks, her eyes are a flat grey and always rimmed with heavy black eyemakeup. she is shortish at 159cm tall and always wears chunky black boots to acomadate for it. she has three tatoos, barbed wire around her left wrist, a bat on her right shoulder blade and a broken heart held together with saftey pins on the cener of her lower back.
Personality: She is sarcastic at almost all times, although once you look past that she can be a very loyal friend. When in a bad mood she can lash out violently at the slightest thing
History: SHe grew up with her parents in Sydney Australia but when her father and mother got devorced (when she was 11) she moved with her mother to America, she never fit in with the other kids there. They made fun of her accent and the fact her dad lived in a different country to her. when she was 14 her school work began going down hill, she smoked, was rude to teachers, and barely ever turned up to class and ever since then she' never been the same.
RP Example: Ashley leant back and exhaled the cigarette smoke through her lips. She leant on the brick wall of the girls bathrooms. She was standing behind them, she was meant to be in class of course but it was gym. Like they were going to get her into a pair of shorts. She smirked as she heard the bell go indicating the end of the period. She heard the footsteps of the students leaving various classes and rolled her eyes. ‘Why do they bother anyway?’ she thought to her self. She closed her eyes and exhaled again. She leant her head backwards looking at the over cast sky. She was seriously considering going to the mall when all of a sudden the brisk footsteps of a teacher met her ears. ‘Crap’
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Post by Emonie Love on Jan 2, 2006 0:23:27 GMT -5
Name: Emonie Love Age/Year: 15/10th Appearance: Personality: Very nice and friendly loves to make friends and be there for people she is a good listener and can give out good advice she is not perfect and has faults like insecurity (who doesn’t have that) impatient and sometimes bossy but other then that she’s a good friend and a fun person to hang out with History: Emonie was born in a middle class neighbor hood she was in the middle of fore children she had both of her parents and she tried out for every school event cheerleading basketball French club even chess club she tried out for a lot and did a lot of extra things she had ok grade mostly B's but she makes that up by doing her best in everything. RP Example: Emonie couldn’t believe what she was doing her friend Tori handed her the spray can "You lost the bet Moni you have to do it” she said with a smirk Emonie looked at her with fire in her eyes and started to spray paint "I Love Kenneth Loath" on the wall, Kenneth Loath the biggest geek in school Emonie shuddered at the thought of it and then she thought well no one would no it was her so she did it quicker to get away before anyone would see her when she was done Tori said "not so fast little one you have to say by Emonie in big black letters" she said almost laughing "you have to be joking that’s disgusting what if someone see?" Emonie said but tori just simply shook her head "You lose the bet" Emonie looked back at the wall she still couldn’t believe it she should of just walked away and said screw it and forget about it but she didn’t she walked back up to the wall and sprayed it she cursed peer pressure she through down the spray can walked away with not even an ounce of integrity left Anything Else?: Loves to do hair and make up for other people she is down to earth intelligent and love to dress...
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Post by claire on Feb 27, 2006 18:53:26 GMT -5
Name: Claire Hendly Age/Year: Junior/16 Appearance: Personality: Claire is nice to her friends. She can seem mean and stuck up when you first meet her but she is caring when you get to know her. She has a few close friends that she goes everywhere with. She is pretty and popular. History: She was the new kid her sophomore year. She moved here from New York. She hates her parents, Gwen and Issac. She has a brother named Brad that is gay. They are very close, even though he goes to collage in another state. RP Example: (atleast 100 words) Claire walked down the hall her head down looking over last nights homework. She frowned. She didn't understand how to do the assignment. She sighed and stuffed the paper back into her backpack. She took out her cell and checked for missed calls. Seeing none she walked to her next class, Spanish. Her friends were in that class. The only class she couldn't speak English in. She had something important to tell them. Her brother Brad was coming home for the weekend. She was so excited. She was sure the day would go by slowly. She stopped at her locker to check herself out in the mirror. She smiled then applied lip gloss and some extra mascara. She flipped her hair back and slammed her locker shut listening for the echo. She walked slowly to class. Anything Else?: i didn't count but i hope that is 100 words.
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Post by Alison Eckerson on Apr 10, 2006 21:17:38 GMT -5
Name: Alison Eckerson Age/Year: 16/11th Appearance: long blonde hair, dark blue eyes, skinny, 5'7", usually wears light colored clothes Personality: a bit on the quiet side, loves a good laugh, has a temper if you get her mad History: Moved over from England when she was twelve eyars old. Lives with her dad, stepmother, and twin siblings Jason and Lisa who are six RP Example: Alison sighed as she looked around the cafeteria. Sure she had been to America for four years now but things still took some time to get used to. Making her way to the lunch line she grabbed a tray from the pile and followed her fellow classmates as they decided on what to purchase. After paying for her food she stepped out of the way of on comers and looked around. She glanced around until she saw a familiar face and a hand waving in her direction. Weaving through the maze of students she made her way safely to the table and took her seat. Anything Else?: No
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Post by Sam Williams on Apr 27, 2006 20:04:03 GMT -5
Name: Samatha Williams Aka Sam
Age/Year: 18/ Senior
Appearance: I have long dirty blonde hair that goes to the middle of my back, which i dye alot. My eyes are a Bright ocean blue color in an oval shape, which I cover with black eyeliner to brighten them up. My Skin is a rather pale color but usually nice and smooth with the lotion I put on it. I usually wear punkish clothes. I try to be unique in what I do, so I make my clothes in my type of stlye. I do have a few piercings. My eyebrow is pierce and so is my nose.
Personality: I am pretty smart with the basics but just can't get all the way with the rest. I don't bother with studying because i usually forget everything by the time I get the test in front of me. WHen I am with my friends I try to be all cool. A bit of a rebel you may say. I tend to put my personality in with my clothes. By the way you see me people can usually see what kind of person I am. I'm a sweet girl with an attitude.
History: I was born in New Zealand, which was were my parents got married. I was the unexpected baby that arrived to them. I lived there until I was 8 and then moved to the States, in Florida. I still kept contact with all of my friends in New Zealand and made some more friends in Florida, but when a massive hurricane hit us we had to move again to where we are now (where the school is located). So at this time I was turning 16. On my 16th birthday was the day we moved into our new house. Which was pretty decent sized. My room was rather larger than my past 2 rooms where. The next week I then started school here.
RP Example: (atleast 100 words) Today was Sam's first day for School. She was still sleeping in her bed when all of a sudden her alarm woke her up with loud music blaring loud. So she took a quick yawn and reached over her arm and turned her alarm off. She then put her hands on her face and rubbed her eyes to fully wake up. It was too early for her to be up at this time.
Once she was fully woken up she then sat up in her bed and took a stretch, another yawn. She then moved her covers off of her and put her feet onto the cold ground and lifted herself off her bed and headed to the shower. She turned the shower nob on the warm water side and then hopped in and started to bath.
Once she was done, she turned off the water and grabbed the nice dry towel and quickly dryed herself off and then went to get her clothes. They were her usually weird clothes she wore often. Riped up rusted color jeans, with patches of other fabric on them and a nice stripped, black and green shirt with a few saftey pins on the right shoulder side coming down. She then walked over to her shelf and grabbed her shoes off the shelf and walked back over to her bed and sat down and began to put her shoes on. They were converse,checkered board style. Her favorite. With some Skull shoe lace to tie them up.
When she was finally done getting ready she ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. And straight over to the closet. She opened the door and reached in and grabbed the strawberry Poptart box and opened it and pulled out a package and then put back the box and then closed the door right after.
She quickly then ran to her front door and grabbed her bag and swung it onto her shoulder. Once it was on she opened the door and and stepped out an then closed the door leaving it unlocked cause her mom was still inside. She began to walk to her car and unlock the doors. She ran over to her side of the car and opened the door and slide in and pulled her bag off her shoulder and put it in the next side beside of her. THen she began to start the car and drive out of the driveway and off to school.
Anything Else?: Not that I can think of right now
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Post by michael on Jun 12, 2006 18:55:35 GMT -5
Name: Michael Matthews A.K.A Kazamauryu (don't ask)
Age:17/junior/
Personality: I have a mixed personalty.I am pretty smart,sometimes funny,and mostly serious. I don't like to joke around with serious matters,and i get offended easily..I have no freinds in my area so i talk to my online freinds whenever i can. I feel like the outsider mostly because i'm looked at as the outsider,but i always tell myself that what other's say doesn't make me who i am..
History: I was born in Baltimore maryland,after my mother and father split up.I was born with a crooked eye,a big head,and a mole in my right eye.One time i was diagnosed with lead poisoning after being brought into the hospital sick and weak I was in the hospital for a month,and the doctors always said it's almost hopeless for me to make it. My mother walked through the winter snowstorms all month just to come and see me. My father was nowhere to be found. My older sister was always with my mother everytime they visited,by choice. Once i was release,things were getting better, i learned to walk at age one and talk at age three. My dad was still somewhere else. We moved around alot and stuff,and i grew up a bad kid,untill my mother married a Muslim man,who is my stepfather. He taught me things i wouldn't have learned with my father. and all ***skipping*** at age seventeen i decided to move (Wherever the school is) to go to shcool.After a teary goodbye and a grant from my parents i set out on my own,a changed man. I moved into the fairly large house shortly after seeing it...and i'm here today..
Rp example: (at least 100 words)
Michael awoke as soon as his alarm went off,set for 5:30. he groaned a bit,and smacked the top of the alarm clock,hitting the snooze button,and yawned.He shook his head,and stood up,only wearing Pajama pants* Michael went over to his closet,and set out his outfit for the day,and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the shower,and went over to the sink,and brushed his teeth. After that he washed his face,and undressed,and hopped into the shower.
After a few minutes he turned the water off,and put a towel around him,and stepped out.After walking over to the mirror,he wiped the mirror down with another washcloth n the sink.He fixed his hair,and walked out of the bathroom. As he walked down the hall he stopped and looked at the picture of his mom and dad. He just kept mouthing a few words,and sat it down,and continued walking to his room.
Once he was in the room he dried off completely,and threw the towel into the clothes hamper by the door. He put on his clothes,and sat on his bed. After a prayer in his head he turned on the t.v and watched the news..It was the usual good morning stuff,and the weather and junk. After getting tired of it,he walked downstairs to eat something. After a breif breakfast he walked back upstaris to get something.
He went back into his room to turn off the t.v,grab his keys,and put on his watch and grabbed his shades. He walked out,and walked out the door,locking it and such. Hewalked over to his car,which is a Dodge viper,Red with black stripes,chrome wheels,and a twin turbo charged V-10 engine made this a viper to fear. He hopped in,and pulled out of the driveway,blasting Atreyu,and drove off to school,speeding down the street,and doing a sweet drift around the first turn.
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Post by caden on Nov 19, 2010 15:59:47 GMT -5
Name: Caden Alexander Moore
Age/Year: 15, Sophomore. Should be a freshman
Appearance: Caden is short for his age at only 5'3" tall and only weighs 110 pounds. He has longish light brown hair that is always in his eyes and said eyes are large, puppy like, and the same color. He has a few scars on his upper body, but lets not talk about that PB: Matt Prokop
Personality: Strengths: Very smart, creative, sensitive, well-behaved
Weaknesses: very shy, withdrawn, naïve, accident prone, claustrophobic,
Personality: Cay’s always been in his own little world. He’s never been one to hang out with the other kids, preferring to read his book or play his guitar. His shyness leads people to think he’s standoffish, but in all honesty he’s a real sweety.
If he does become friends with someone he sticks to them like glue. He doesn’t want anyone to leave him and will do anything to keep people. For a kid that doesn’t hang with a lot of people, Cady really hates being alone.
History:Cay spent most of his childhood studying for fun like the little nerd he is, leading to him skipping the 6th grade. He's always been small for his age, and picked on for it, leading to him having a bit of a temper. He cools off pretty quickly though.
When he was thirteen his parents divorced. He took it badly, leading to cutting and other issues. He's been in therapy since the age of 14.
Family: Parents- Lucy West (Lawyer) and Charles Moore (Pilot). Divorced Sibling: Oliver John age 12
RP Example: Just another, “ordinary” day. Like any other. How dull. A single student sat in the grass, just staring into oblivion. How fascinating.
Well, watching the clouds could be. Especially if they were nice puffy cumulus clouds, but, alas. Not today. No, today just had to be overcast and there were too many clouds to spot specific shapes. So our young friend found himself staring at a bunch of grey nothingness. How thrilling.
The boy, a one Caden Moore, age -barely- 15 sighed and ran his fingers over one of the long scabs on his arm. It felt strange through the fabric of his hoodie, but he just couldn’t leave it alone. He could never leave anything alone.
So grey skies. That could only mean rain. Yuck. Well, maybe snow… Caden preferred rain though. He hated the cold. With a sigh, the small teen rolled onto his stomach.
Nothing to doooooo! he bit down on the fabric of his sleeve. Stupid boredom. Someone else should come outside and make it better. Or he could take a nap. That sounded good too.
Anything Else?: Likes: Music, his guitar, cats, books, cosplay (He does Roxas from Kingdom Hearts), video games
Dislikes: Change, the dark (he's terrified), dogs (scared of em), being alone
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